"I'm sure you're well aware that we do have video cameras and microphones installed in each of our classrooms," I told Mr. Gibson in our breakfast meeting. "That's to monitor how our girls - and teachers - are behaving, or misbehaving in class."
Timothy Gibson suddenly turned red, a certain shock in his eyes that I couldn't understand. He quickly turned a bit sweaty and uneasy in his seat.
"I'm sorry about the air conditioning, Tim. I thought my secretary called maintenance yesterday to have it fixed," although I thought the room temperature was fine, even a bit too cold for my liking. "Are you alright?" There was this sudden change in his expression. Mr. Gibson started our meeting as if he was so excited to start his day in class, but now, he was staring blankly on his plate.
"A video camera?" Mr. Gibson said softly.
"Ah yes. We had them installed three years ago, and I must say, it's been quite effective in disciplining our students and teachers" I said with a short laugh. "You see, I'm quite concerned about your class yesterday...the girls seemed...how shall I put it...ummm..."
There was this look on Mr. Gibson's face as if he was about to hear some really bad news that he dropped his fork on the floor.
"...ummm...happy. Yes, they seemed happy to have you as a substitute. I would say that hasn't happened since...well, since I started in this school. The girls would always give the substitutes a rough day. How was your class by the way? I reviewed yesterday's tape..." I was interrupted as Mr. Gibson picked up his fork, and dropped it on the floor again, seeming a bit too clumsy.
I waited until Mr Gibson composed himself. "As I was saying...I checked yesterday's tape, and unfortunately, the camera in your room seemed to have malfunctioned. Nothing was recorded for the whole day. It's the first time it has happened, actually." Mr. Gibson let out an audible sigh, as if he was relieved of something.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about that Mr. Blake - about the video.. Well, I quite enjoyed the girls yesterday, teaching them, I mean. I was surprised how nice they were to me, after hearing all the things about substitutes," Mr. Gibson replied, now a bit more relaxed.
"Well, I'm quite interested in your methods of teaching and I hope you wouldn't mind if I sat in your class today, Mr. Gibson. It's been quite some time since I've done that... since we had the cameras installed, probably." The bell rang indicating the start of classes for the day as I finished speaking.
As I've said, it's been a while since I've sat in class to observe the teachers and students. There was this excitement again, of being in a classroom full of teen girls in their neat blue skirts and white blouses. As I entered the room and found an empty seat at the back, the fresh scent of the young seniors intoxicated me and a sudden image of my first day in this very same school flashed in my mind, as a young science teacher. The girls wore the same uniforms then, and were as pretty as the girls I have around me now, coming from the upper class families of the suburban community. I've always had some fantasies about some of my students, and some even had their way of flirting with me. But of course, there were rules. And I followed the rules, which is why I've become the school's principal twenty-something years later. After five years of being separated from my wife, several wild fantasies about pretty young schoolgirls have cropped up in my head, but they were never actually fulfilled...
"Good morning Mr. Blake!" My little deja vu was interrupted by the cheerful greeting of the senior class. They had their heads turned toward me, waiting for my reply.
"Ahummm," I cleared my throat. "Good morning ladies! I just wanted to sit in with you this morning and observe Mr. Gibson's class, just like the old days. So pretend I'm not here and just go about like any other day. Please take your seats and have a good day with Mr. Gibson. Thank you!"
The girls smiled politely and turned their faces forward. They took their seats quietly. Some girls brushed their hands on the back of their skirts so they wouldn't get wrinkled as they sat, while others carelessly sat on their chairs, forming these balloons at the back of their uniform. Kate, the girl seating on my left, maybe the tallest in the class, started wriggling her legs in her seat. After a while of this distraction, I lightly touched her skirt covered right thigh to stop her from wagging her legs. She looked at me with an embarrassed blush on her face. We smiled at each other, then focused our attention to the teacher in front.
"OK ladies, did you practice last night? Please take out the materials for today's class and put them on your desks." Mr. Gibson said in a rather dignified tone.
The girls scrambled into their bags, taking out stuff, some wrapped in plastic bags. There were giggles coming from the far side of the room and I got curious as to what things they were getting. I looked at Kate beside me and she was still getting something from her bag which was still on the floor. I was about to suggest that she put her bag on her lap so she can see what she's looking for. But something stopped me from speaking...crouching down towards her bag, her loose blouse gave me an unexpected peek of her chest. I could see where her nubile breasts started to form until her white bra barely covered her probably pink nipples. Being in an all-girls school, these teens have forgotten the usual acts of modesty that girls from co-ed schools are all used to. I held my breath as Kate found her stuff and laid them on the desk beside me. She arranged her top as she sat back smiling at me. She probably caught me staring inside her blouse and not at her bag.
"Can you help me with these, sir? I didn't get to practice last night like Mr. Gibson asked. I was afraid I'd waste them." Kate whispered to me as she handed me a small packet. Before I had the chance to look at what Kate gave me, we were interrupted by a sweet voice from the front of the room.
"Really Mr. Gibson, my brother ate them." Maryanne told Mr. Gibson. Maryanne had the reputation among the male faculty as having tits that were too big for her tight body. I looked at her from the back and I thought they're not too big - I thought they were perfect.
Mr. Gibson came closer to Maryanne and spoke "I think students usually say 'my dog ate it' when they don't have any homework, right Maryanne?"
"But it's true, sir. My step-brother ate the bananas...you can even ask Sharlyn." Maryanne replied, swaying her hips slightly as if trying to flirt with Mr. Gibson.
As Mr. Gibson approached Sharlyn, who will definitely become the class valedictorian, the pretty young lass stood up and confirmed Maryanne's excuse. "Yes Mr. Gibson, I stayed at her house last night so we can practice together, but her brother Johnnie ate our bananas. But we still got to practice. Her brother was nice enough to help us!"
