Jackie had returned home refreshed and exhilarated after a hiking weekend with her students. The whole experience had been rewarding for her and character building for the girls. It had been refreshing and interesting to spend so much time with them. She realised how quickly they were growing up now they were sixth-formers. She had tried to treat them as adults and she found it stimulating.
Now when she took the girls for hockey practice she was seeing them in a different light as if the weekend had opened her eyes. She noticed their curves as they changed into their kit, how their breasts were developing, how their bottoms had become that little bit more pert. They even seemed to walk with more of a swing of the hips than before. She checked herself one day when she found herself studying Samantha Harper in the changing rooms as she dressed for another session in the field. She had almost gone into a daydream as the girl pulled on her slightly too short hockey skirt, which just revealed the crease between her bum and the back of her legs. Sam had a perfect figure; long shapely legs; a firm bust and long, flowing blonde hair. Joanne Cole, a slightly mischievous student had noticed the teacher staring.
'Hey Sammy, I reckon Miss Lovedon's into you'.
'Don't be silly', retorted Sam, Miss aint like that'.
'Well she looked like she was giving you a good once over to me when you were getting changed'.
'Nah, I don't believe it'.
'I'm telling you Sam, she was looking at you like those builders look at us when we walk to school.'
'Still think you must be mistaken, Miss Lovedon aint a lezzer.'
Joanne shrugged her shoulders and the girls followed by Jackie trotted onto the hockey field for the game.
After about ten minutes there was a robust challenge between Sam and a somewhat chunky girl -- Helen. Sam went tumbling over and cried out as she fell against her stick. Jackie ran over to see if she was OK. Sam was now lying prone, face upwards.
'This is not rugby Helen, don't go in like the cavalry on those tackles alright?'
The fat girl had a look on her face somewhere between triumph and contrition.
Jackie turned her attention to the injured party.
'I think you'll have a nasty bruise there that's all'
She rubbed Sam's leg gently, which was red and grazed. Her skin was soft like silk. She paused and looked the girl in the eye, who stared back and gulped. There was some spark at that moment, a feeling that Sam couldn't understand. Jackie's hand had strayed away from the grazed area and had involuntarily moved to the inner thigh, which she stroked tenderly.
Jackie became flushed and pulled her hand away. Sam got up, feeling a little awkward.
'OK, I'll be alright Miss thanks'.
She looked back towards her teacher with an uncertain smile as she ran back to her position.
After the game Sam thought about what Joanne had said to her. Could it be true that her tutor had the hots for her? She had no inclination of any sexual feelings towards her own gender, yet she didn't feel disgusted by it. She had only been sexually active with guys for eight months anyway, but she was sure she was straight. Or she thought she was sure. She was shocked when Jackie had stroked her leg in the way she had. The thing is, it felt good and that confused her.
Jackie spent the afternoon at home preparing her dinner, her thoughts occupied by the events of the afternoon. Jackie had never been attracted by another girl, never mind one seven years her junior and one within her care at that. Her feelings concerned her, and she couldn't quite come to terms with them. It was like she was on the beginning of a mystery journey. In one way she wanted to stop, but in another way couldn't wait to see what was round the corner. For now she would be cool and just see what happened. However, she was only too aware of her responsibilities and duties as a teacher and realised that she couldn't let any human frailties get in their way.
It was Friday morning and Jackie was ready for the weekend. She had no hockey training till the following week and so wouldn't have any need to come into contact with Sam. Perhaps that was not a bad thing, it would give her time to stand back and think it through. Perhaps she would ring her friend Stephen in the evening and ask his opinion. She knew he was one she could confide in and had been there for her in the past when her marriage broke up.
Her intentions to let things cool though, didn't quite work out. She was in her study mid morning picking the following week's netball team for the home match when there was a knock on the door.
'Yes'.
The door opened. It was Sam.
'Oh hi Sam, how's the leg? This is a surprise what can I do for you?'
'It's fine Miss, just a bit sore. Miss Ferguson asked me to bring you this, you left it in the staff room.'
Sam handed Jackie a small book. It was about diet and fitness. The tutor did not want to get too chatty with her student. She was still troubled from the previous day, but now here was the source of her problems standing before her. Sam's blonde hair caught the light from the study window and her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle. Jackie was suddenly mesmerised by the girl's radiance. There was an awkward silence as both wondered what to say next.
'Sorry Sam, I'm so busy I was miles away. Thanks. I was reading it earlier and must have left it behind.'
Sam could have just left but felt the urge to stay. She was suddenly fascinated by her Games Teacher and wanted to get some more evidence for Joanne's claims that Miss Lovedon was into her. Jackie was herself an attractive woman. Nearly 25, she had just past shoulder-length brunette hair, with brown-green eyes and a fair complexion. She was not as tall as many of the girls and was certainly two inches shorter than Sam.
'Miss Lovedon, I've been thinking, I'd quite like to get into PE when I leave in the summer, would I need to do lots of theory?'
'Oh that's nice to hear. Yes you bet. There's three years of books and studying. It's not just a question of playing games, you've got all the stuff on diet, physiology, sports science. It's come on in the last few years too. That's what this book's for so I can keep up to date on the latest ideas'.
Then Sam took a chance. She rubbed her leg and winced.
'Is it still sore?' asked Jackie.
'Yes Miss, I hope it's alright. What do you think, should it be that colour?'
'I'll have a quick look if you like?'.
Jackie's face flushed as soon as the words left her lips. They were not on the sports field now. Sam was wearing her uniform and her grey, pleated skirt finished half way up her thighs, but still a few inches below the graze.
'OK Miss'.
Sam stepped towards where Jackie was sitting and lifted up the hem of her skirt. She deliberately lifted it up unnecessarily high, so that as well as revealing her legs, from where Jackie was sitting she could see the bottom of the 'V' of her panties.
The tutor looked at the graze, which was bruised red and blue. She put her hand on the girl's leg and stroked the affected area. Her flesh was soft and warm. Jackie stared at the girl's white panties and could see the cleft of her pussy lips pressing against them. Without thinking, her hand strayed up the inside of Sam's leg until it became trapped between the top of her thighs, which were hot to the touch.
Sam knew her tutor had no need to put her hand where she had, but rather than feeling shocked or scared, she found she liked it and parted her legs slightly and pulled up her skirt a little further.
'Will it leave a scar Miss?'
Jackie was suddenly shocked and pulled her hand away, feeling she had been led into an indiscretion. She was red with embarrassment.
'I'm sorry Sam, I wasn't thinking'.
'It's OK Miss I liked it. I don't know why I liked it but I did. Do you like me Miss?'
'You know I like you Sam'.
