Roberts joined his colleagues for dinner that night, the staff room full of middle-aged men dining on beef bourguignon, one of the chef's specialties. Like everything else at the Geneva School for Girls, Headmaster Walker had spared no expense when it came to manning the school's kitchens. A lucrative salary, residence in a hilltop villa, and of course, a description of the school's 'specialized curriculum' when it came to dealing with the student body (or bodies), had been enough to entice a French chef who'd been previously employed at a Michelin star award-winning restaurant in Nice.
Roberts ended the meal with a melt-in-your-mouth crème brule, followed by a delicious ice wine that had been brought in from the hillsides of Tuscany. Saying good night to his colleagues, Roberts retired to his chambers. Blissfully content and feeling deliciously satiated by his marathon session with Paige, he decided that marking some papers and heading to bed early with a good book would be the perfect way to end what had been a wonderful day.
Donning his silk pajamas, he slid under the down duvet and picked up the mystery he'd been reading from his bedside table. He'd been reading less than half an hour before he heard the muffled sounds of numerous voices coming from down the hallway outside his room. The specialized construction Headmaster Walker had insisted on at the time of renovation had made the rooms almost totally soundproof, so Roberts knew that something must definitely be happening for those sounds to even be reaching him. Although he couldn't make out any specific words that were being spoken, the tone of the voices was definitely high-pitched, letting him know it was in all likelihood the girls that were out there, not staff members.
Throwing back the covers, Roberts drew on his plush robe, GSFG's crest emblazoned over the breast pocket. He strode across the room and opened the door. He stepped into the hallway and looked in the direction of the voices.
"FIGHT! FIGHT!"
The chant reached Roberts' ears and he quickly took in what was happening. A group of girls were gathered a short distance down the hallway, huddled around as two other girls were rolling about on the floor, both of them cursing under their breaths as they grappled and swung little balled-up fists at each other. Roberts didn't waste a second as he sped off towards the melee.
"LET GO OF MY HAIR, YOU BITCH!"
"FUCK YOU, YOU SKANK!"
"ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH NOW," Roberts said as he strode into the group and reached down to pull the two girls apart.
The professor's mere presence and deep booming voice brought everything to a standstill in a second, both of the wrestling girls almost frozen in place like statues. Roberts grabbed the girl on top by the arm and pulled her to her feet. All the girls were wearing their regulation sleeping attire, the ruffled, white, baby-doll nighties and white cotton panties. As he pulled the one girl off the other, he noticed that the nightie of the one on the ground had been pulled down and to the side during the altercation, one massive breast spilling free over the top of the nightie's deeply-scooped neckline. Roberts saw that the girl was Rita, an American girl from Florida in her second year at the school. He was quite familiar with her, and knew she had one of the biggest set of tits in the school, one of which was presently on display for everyone to see. In a split-second, Roberts could see that her nipple was stiff as anything, swollen and pointing right up towards him from the centre of that big round tit.
Seeing where the professor was looking, as were all the other girls gathered around, Rita blushed as she scrambled to her feet, stuffing her voluminous breast back inside her nightie.
"What's the meaning of this?" Roberts asked, his hands spread out as he kept the girls at arms-length from each other.
"SHE STARTED IT!" the girl who had been on top blurted out, jabbing her finger in Rita's direction.
"SCREW YOU, BITCH! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STARTED IT!" Rita shouted back, her long hair flailing around her face as she moved forward to get back at the other girl. Roberts' extended hand held out in a stop gesture prevented her from going any further. She stood there in the hallway, face flushed and panting with anger.
Roberts turned to the first girl. It was Coral, a first-year student from Israel whose wealthy father had made his fortune in the jewelry industry. Coral had only been at the school a short time, like the rest of the first-year students, but she'd been on Roberts' radar as well. She had gorgeous long brunette hair that she parted in the middle. Her hair was lustrously shiny, and an enchanting dark brown color that made Roberts think of the word "Espresso" whenever he looked at it. She had dark mysterious eyes to match, eyes that he thought could burn a hole right through you into your soul, or, if you were lucky, a certain knowing look from those deep dark eyes that could harden your cock within seconds.
Coral's penetrating eyes were accentuated by bold curving eyebrows that drew your gaze to those compelling dark eyes. She had a roundish face with a cute button nose and full dark lips, which could either turn up in an enchanting smile, or turn down in a menacing glower if she was so inclined. That mouth was set in a grim line right now as she looked at Rita, and Roberts knew that if they were in a cartoon, steam would be coming out of the girl's ears.
Roberts had noticed Coral's sizable breasts on more than one occasion already in the early days of the new term. They weren't hard to miss. Like nearly all of Headmaster Walker's recruits, Coral had been blessed with a set of knockers that any adult film star would love to have and, like all the girls at GSFG, they were all natural. Her pair of tits seemed almost oversized for her slender body. While most girls with breasts like that had wide hips and a curvy bum to match, Coral had a much more slender body than you would expect, her tits looking almost cartoonish in comparison to her compact little body. But Roberts, like all the other staff members, couldn't tear his eyes off her prominent chest any time he saw her. They were definitely worth a closer look. They were close to Rita's in size, but Roberts had the feeling Rita had her beat when it came to cup size...barely.
"I think she started it." Roberts turned to see one of the other girls, Denise, pointing at Rita.
"No, Coral started it," another girl said.
Roberts turned and looked over at the group of girls gathered around, his open palm held out towards them. "All right, that's enough." Wanting to dispel the tension cutting through the air, Roberts kept his voice low and calm, but maintained the firmness in it that he knew the girls understood. "The rest of you, go to your rooms, and I don't want to hear a word out of any of you for the rest of the night."
The girls reluctantly dispersed, disappearing one by one into their rooms until all that was left in the corridor was Roberts and two girls who'd been fighting. Roberts had stood calmly between the girls and not said a word until the final door of the girls from the on-looking throng had been closed.
He took another look at Rita, who had managed to bring herself under control. Both girls were about the same height, about 5'-4" or 5'-5", but where Coral was quite slender with a Barbie-doll top-heavy look about her, Rita was a full-bodied girl that was all lush curves and enticing valleys. Her skin was tanned golden brown, and looked fantastic with her dark blondish hair. Where Coral's dark locks reminded him of rich, dark coffee, the color of Rita's hair was more what he thought of as "toasted pecans", a dark honey color with sun-tinged tips that suited her perfectly. Her face matched her body; prominent cheekbones beneath plump curvy cheeks, a wide full mouth, and big doe-like eyes that made her look alluringly childish and innocent. Other than a touchable layer of baby fat that covered every inch her, there wasn't anything childish about that spectacular womanly body of hers. Roberts thought the word 'voluptuous' suited her perfectly. Her big round bum, her creamy thighs, her chubby cheeks, her plump kissable lips, and especially her huge, mouth-watering tits were a complete package that he knew any man would like to take to bed and roll around with all night long. There was enough warm curvy flesh there to find a new spot to play with, and come in, or come on, for hours on end. Rita was definitely way up there on the 'I'd love to fuck her all night long' list that he knew each professor kept to himself.
But now, these two big-busted beauties had gotten into some kind of disagreement that had escalated into a physical confrontation. What had happened for things to get to that point? It was Roberts' job as one of their teachers, one of their grown-up mentors and guidance givers, to get to the bottom of it. Dealing with these sort of squabbles between these young girls happened more than most people might think, and Roberts was quite skilled when it came to resolving these disagreements. The school didn't tolerate behavior of that nature, not from anyone, staff, or students. And now with Rita and Coral, Roberts would have to see what he could do to get to the bottom of it, and put an end to it. As he looked from one girl to the other, both of them teasingly adorned in their enchantingly short white nighties, certain thoughts on what he'd have to do to make things right started to flow through his mind. 'Yes, this could be quite interesting,' Roberts thought as he looked at the two massive sets of tits the girls had lurking beneath the frilly nighties.
The funny thing about this situation was, these two were roommates. Headmaster Walker had specifically put these two girls together, hoping that with Rita being in her second year, that she would prove to be a calming mentor for the fiery Israeli girl. Word had gotten around already that Coral was known to be a little edgy when it came to her temperament. She'd apparently been the instigator in a kerfuffle in her gym class a day or two ago, and Roberts wondered if, right now, he was witnessing an episode of that 'short fuse' she apparently had.
"All right, girls, both of you, into your room." Roberts gestured towards the open door just behind where the altercation had taken place. Both girls seemed somewhat guilt ridden as they stepped quietly into the room, Roberts following close behind. "Let's just make sure this is no one else's business." He closed the door behind him, and then crossed his arms over his chest as the girls turned to face him. "Okay, now what's this all about?"
"I'm telling you—" Coral blurted out before Rita interrupted her.
