Iâm going to tell you a little story now but first you have to promise me one thing. This has to stay just between us friends ok? I mean I wouldnât want this spread all over town or anything, know what I mean? Or, God forbid, put out on the Internet or something. So mumâs the word ok? Ok!
My name is Jill and Iâm a freshman at the local college here. Iâm enrolled in the teaching program as are my two roommates Donna and Liz. We live in a three-bedroom apartment together because the college doesnât have adequate dorm space so they put some of us in apartments nearby that they lease or something.
Not being independently wealthy I am working part time to meet tuition costs. There is a large high school nearby where many of the upper level students do their student teaching and the college got me a job there part-time. Basically I was part of the cleaning crew that came in after classes were over and washed blackboards, emptied trash, and other exciting career-enhancing things like that. I guess I shouldnât complain, at least it was a job.
Anyway one day my boss told me to start at one end of the building and sweep the floor of each classroom. Youâd be surprised how much trash accumulates on the floor in a typical high school classroom every day.
âAnd donât forget to sweep out the cloakrooms too,â my boss told me. The cloakrooms were a small walk- in room in many of the classrooms where students hung up their coats thus saving space in their lockers for important things like drugs and God-knows what else.
So Iâm in the second or third classroom from the end sweeping out the cloakroom when I heard voices from the classroom itself. I guess I should have walked out and excused myself and given them some privacy but for some reason I stayed in the cloakroom where they couldnât see me. Call it curiosity if you want or being nosey if you must. It all comes to the same thing.
The cloakroom had a small window which had long ago had the glass removed probably as a safety consideration. I peered out and could plainly see that two women were settling into facing desks for a conversation.
The first girl, whose name I didnât know, was someone I had seen around at school and was student teaching here at the high school. She was quite pretty with brown hair that was cut fairly short, very well dressed, and had a wonderful figure, at least from what I could see.
The other woman was a teacher here at the school and was probably the other girlâs mentor. She was an absolutely beautiful woman, no more than thirty by my guess, with short blond hair and long, firm legs which I was quick to notice when she sat down and her skirt rode up to mid-thigh.
They talked for some time about how Susan, the studentâs name I learned from the conversation, was having a tough time learning to cope with some of the unruly students in her class. The teacher, Miss Hixon I learned, was trying to encourage her but was having little luck. Before long Susan was in tears.
Miss Hixon leaned forward and took Susan in her arms to offer comfort. Her hand gently stroked Susanâs hair and pulled it away from her face. Looking her straight in the eyes she told her, âThere there now Susan , letâs not have any more tears. Why donât you let me make you feel a little better. Would you like that?â
âWhat do you mean?â Susan asked, still fighting back the tears.
âYou just need to relax Susan. Youâre all tense, I could feel it when I held you. Let me give you a little light massage. I promise youâll feel much better. Ok?â
âWellâŚI guess soâ she said still a little uncertain.
With that Miss Hixon walked behind Susan and paused just for a moment. Out of Susanâs line of vision {but not mine} her hands came up and cupped her own breasts. Rubbing the nipples through her blouse her tongue licked her lips and I knew she was interested in offering more than a light massage.
I felt goose bumps on my skin and I unconsciously dropped my own hand between my legs. This should be very interesting I thought to myself.
âJust relax Susanâ said Miss Hixon as she began lightly rubbing Susanâs temples. Her hands glided over Susanâs forehead and cheeks and gradually worked to her neck and ears.
Susan closed her eyes and I could see her visibly relax as the tension started to flow out of her as that beautiful teacherâs fingers worked their magic.
âSuch a beautiful girl.â Miss Hixon whispered into Susanâs ear as her fingers began massaging her shoulders. âNo need to worry Susan, Iâm going to take care of you now. Just relax and let me help you.â
âUmm. That feels so good Miss Hixon!â Susan was breathing slightly faster now I noticed. So was I in that damned cloakroom.
âOh call me Toni. After all weâre friends as well as teachers now.â
The teacherâs lips were just inches from Susanâs earlobe and neck and I knew how much restraint it must have taken for her to keep from nibbling on them. She kept the massage up for another minute or two.
âOh Susan, youâre still so tense. I have to massage you in other places if youâre going to really relax. You do trust me donât you?â
âHmm, yes Miss Hixon, I mean Toni. But Iâm not sure what you mean.â
âJust relax and trust me honey. Iâm going to make you feel much betterâ With that she ever so gently planted a soft kiss on Susanâs cheek and lowered her hands to Susanâs breasts.
Ever so lightly she traced the contours of Susanâs breasts with her fingers, lingering on the nipples when she found them. God how I wished it was me out there in that room.
Susan moaned softly and said, âare you sure this is all right Toni? It feels wonderful but Iâm not sure we should.â
âHush now baby. Of course itâs all right. Iâm youâre mentor arenât I?â
Sensing Susanâs compliance her fingers increased their pressure as she continued to rub Susanâs breasts. She sought out and found Susanâs nipples and rubbed them between her thumb and forefinger. Her tongue gently probed Susanâs ear and she took the earlobe in her mouth and rolled it between her lips.