I’m 23 years old, and am straight out of school with my Bachelor degree in Music Education. I received my first teaching job as a band director for Littleton High School, that’s in a small town in the mid-west. The first couple of months took some getting used to. Just trying to get into the groove of teaching and all of the administrations of a full band program, but luckily the university I went to prepared me well for teaching and the only thing I had to really worry about was the marching band and the jazz ensemble for the semester. Directing the jazz ensemble is the highlight of every day, because it is a select group of the finest musicians LHS has to offer, who are eager to learn. The marching band on the other hand has suffered in past years because the previous director had grown old enough for retirement and no longer had put the effort into teaching the students how to march. From students input I soon learned that the students haphazardly marched onto the field and played the selected pieces standing still, and then marched right back off the field and that that was how the marching band had been now for nearly 5 years. I had my work cut out for me.
The football coach, David, who was also the schools psychologist/counselor wasn’t used to having to share the field during practice in the evenings but we soon came up with a compromise, since after all the marching band did only met after school twice a week on Monday and Wednesdays with the rest of practice on the field during class time. We decided that since we both held practice in the evenings that the field was mine from 6 pm to 6:45 for the marching fundamentals and learning drill while the football team stretched, did calisthenics, and ran laps. From 6:45 to 7:30 the band would take a short water break, rehearse music and march in place while the football team practiced their passes, and such. From 7:30 until 8 the band would be on the field again learning and running through drill, while the coach was off in the stands with the players discussing and learning new plays for the next days practice. Usually the football team was dismissed about 7:45 after very little discussion and David would hang out in the stands watching the band practice.
It didn’t take long to realize what was motivating David to stick around after he dismissed the team. I’d often walk around the field fixing mistakes and often stood back to watch and listen to the band from the stands. Many times I’d glance in David’s direction and catch his eyes following my every move. It really sort of made me nervous, but it also excited me because I had never had a man so completely enthralled or obsessed by me before, especially a man that I found to be very attractive as well.
David is in his early thirties, but age hasn’t crept up on him because I’m sure he looks just as good if not better than what he looked when he was 25. He towers above me at a height of 6’3. He has dark brown hair that he keeps at a medium length, just long enough to run his fingers through. Brown eyes that are either usually intense or teasingly playful. Full lips, that when he smiles one lip curls up higher than the other, and a little goatee that he keeps nicely trimmed. He has an athlete’s body, that would make any woman drool, being muscular top to bottom with huge arms and thighs, that would intimidate almost any man. Besides his obvious good looks, his personality is what draws most people to him, because he’s the type of person that can make almost anyone feel at ease in his presence with his humor and playful attitude. Even though he often likes to clown around, everyone knows that he is as serious as anyone could get when it comes to the well-being of the students in the school, and his dedication to coaching.
When we first saw each other it had been at a faculty meeting before school started. He and many of the other male faculty members were giving me more than an admiring glance, and from a few of the female teachers, some looks of envy.
I’m 5’5 and 140 lbs. Because I enjoy running, my body is thick with well-defined muscles in my legs, a flat stomach, nice round ass, tone arms, and 36 DD breasts. I love my body and my breasts which always attract men’s eyes because no matter how conservative I dress they are there sticking out about 6 inches from my stomach, making them very hard to miss seeing. My pride and joy though is my hair, it is a dark brownish auburn color and the natural red highlights sparkle in the sunlight with its natural curls, which lies in ringlets slightly below my shoulders with layers so that I can wear it down easily. My facial features are somewhat childlike in my opinion and makes me look younger than I am. My face is a rather roundish oval shape, with a button nose, full pouty pink lips, and hazel eyes that turn green whenever I’m in an extreme mood, which happens usually when I’m horny.
Overall, I’ve never really considered myself to be extremely beautiful or sexy, especially if you’d compare me to models or movie stars since my looks are so unique. But I’ve always known that some men love my unique looks and curves, and have told me so repeatedly by looks and for the lucky few, by how they ravished my body in bed. I knew David was the type of man who admired my type of beauty and hourglass figure, I didn’t catch his name at that first faculty meeting but I noticed him clearly devouring every inch of me with his eyes.
But during the first week of school he had made it a priority to introduce me around the high school to where other classes were located. He also introduced me to the sweet old cafeteria women, and Harry the janitor who could hook me up with anything I needed, desk, chair, or cabinet wise for the band room. I sincerely appreciated the fact that David had shown me around, but I also began to notice that he always sought me out, so out of respect for my husband and because I was afraid that after awhile I wouldn’t be able to resist him, I tried to find little excuses so I could scurry away from him without being rude or confronting him about his attraction to me. I managed to get through marching season without any further advances from David other than his constant gaze whenever he was near, and his occasional conversations with me in the hallways, which was unavoidable since it was often about the band during football games.
It was Tuesday, our schools last day before Thanksgiving break, and of course we had to have a faculty meeting after school at 4 to discuss the rest of the semester. Since it was the last day before break and it had been ages since I had dressed up for work because of marching season, I had on a long tight fitting black skirt with a slit on either side up to my knees so it was possible to walk in, two inch high heels, and a black button down sweater that had a cute little flower design above my left breast with a v neck line that barely reached the top of my cleavage. Even though I was exposing very little skin, I knew how good I looked by the admiring glances my male students and fellow teachers were giving me all day.
Four p.m. and here we were, all of LHS’ teachers, sitting in a crowded conference room elbow to elbow listening to the principal go on about what a great fall semester we’ve had so far this year and that we couldn’t let intensity drop just because the end of the semester and Christmas vacation was drawing near. We all could have happily sufficed reading a short memo this afternoon about this, but it seemed that our principal loved meetings because they were usually completely pointless, just like this one since everyone knew what was going on throughout the entire school of 700 students. Finally the meeting concluded and everyone rushed to the parking lot to start enjoying his or her small break from school and I headed to the band room to straighten a few things up.
About fifteen minutes later, I finished tidying up the recently turned in music and had everything back in the file cabinets when David came in. He told me that he needed to talk to me about John, a student of mine that had recently developed a severe attitude problem during class, which had resulted in him being sent to the office earlier that day, and then the counselors to speak with David about his problems. There was nowhere to sit in the file room so I suggested that we go and sit in my office where it was more comfortable. David sat down on the small sofa positioned across from me, and I sat behind my desk.
“Well Kelly” David started, “it seems that Johns parents are going through a financially rough time, and that there has been a lot of fighting at home right now because his father is our of work and has been spending his unemployment checks on booze instead of bills and food for the family leaving everything up to his mother.” David paused briefly before continuing. “The reason why he has had such an attitude problem is because he has been working two jobs these past three weeks to help his family out, one job at a local taco place in the evenings, and the other delivering newspapers in the morning before school and on weekends. So basically,” David said as he looked at my sweater clad breasts, “John is so tired by the end of the school day that he can barely stay awake for your class, and that is why he has been falling asleep in class, and being snappy with you and his other classmates this past week and a half. He is sincerly sorry about his actions and he plans on apologizing to you come Monday.”
“I had no clue that John wasn’t having such a hard time at home right now, I wish he would have told me this himself, but I understand now where he is coming from. Thank you for coming in to speak with me about John, David. I’ll have a word with him here Monday and tell him that everything is forgiven.” I said as I was gathering my purse up and walking around my desk to leave. Before I was able to walk past David to the door, he stood up and closed the door, blocking my only way out.
