Rachel White knew well the feeling of walking into a new school on the first day of the school year. Her parents were in the military and she moved around a lot until, as a teenager, she was sent to Boarding School and stayed there until completing her Secondary Education.
But this was a first. She was walking into the school as a freshly-minted teacher, and it was the same school that she had attended at Secondary level. Since leaving, she had spent a gap year working to save up some money, three years getting a degree, had another gap year travelling in Europe, enjoying a year of frequent, casual, random sex, and then a year at a teacher training college.
When at this school as a student, she had been a shy, skinny girl, not particularly popular, but not unpopular either. Just a girl with a small group of friends. But at University, that had changed. Her bosom grew, and with it, her confidence, and her popularity. Her shyness led to her leaving University still a virgin, but with money earned in her gap year and also while still at Uni.
Then, in her year in Europe, she really discovered boys, and with them, sex. First, it was having the confidence to go topless or even naked on beaches where others were doing it, and then learning to handle the attraction she drew by doing it. She discovered the pleasures of sex, and with both genders. She liked the feeling of a male penis inside her, stimulating her, but also the gentle sensuality of a girl's kisses and caresses.
At teacher training college, she had parlayed her obvious attractions into affairs with two male and one female professor, although she had stayed clear of fellow students, and had graduated with great marks and a clear understanding on how to communicate with people.
And now, at 26, she was ready to start work as a teacher, in the same school in which she had boarded. This first Tuesday was not a day with classes, but a meet-the-other-staff day, and learning one's way around. It was the first of two such days. It all went quite well.
The Headmistress was the same one as during her own school days - Miss King. As a girl, Rachel had had a bit of a crush on Miss King, but Miss King was too professional to do anything about it, even if she knew.
As Rachel was preparing to go out to her car and leave, she heard Miss King calling to her. She stopped, and the Headmistress came up to her. "Please, Rachel, come over to the house for a drink. There are some things we need to talk about."
Rachel accepted, and as they walked over there, Rachel checked out Miss King.
She looked almost the same as the day Rachel left the school. Tall, proportioned but not skinny, and a noticeable bust that she always kept discretely covered with high-necked blouses and sweaters. He hair was in a straight bob cut to just above her shoulders, and was still (with help?) free of grey. On this occasion, Miss King was wearing some tailored trousers and 'sensible' shoes that perfectly matched her high-neck light-weight sweater.
All in all, despite her very conservative professional wear, Miss Anna King was quite an attractive woman. But as a headmistress she projected a formidable and controlling presence - not easily ignored by her staff.
Miss King took Rachel though to the library and poured the two of them a glass of wine each. "You're the first of our former students to come back as a teacher. That might involve having the girls ask you about what it was like here in your day. I do hope you will be selective in the stories you tell..."
"But Miss King, I never got up to any bad pranks here - I was the proverbial good little girl."
Miss King laughed. "Girls have changed since your day, my dear, and if you fed them that line, they would laugh at you and not believe a word of it. You're going to have to think of some stories that titillate them without encouraging them to go even further."
"You mean like some of the girls would share a bed some nights and goggle as they touched each other under the covers?"
"Did you ever do that, Rachel?"
"No, but I know some girls did. About the worst thing I did was to sneak into the kitchen and scoff a couple of doughnuts!"
Miss King gestured for Rachel to sit down in an armchair, and sat herself down on the settee. "I seem to remember you, when you were here, as a skinny flat-chested shy thing that wouldn't say boo to a goose. You have certainly changed since then.
You academic achievements are great - with a double degree in chemistry and physics. Your physical acquisitions are somewhat remarkable too!"
Rachel looked down at her breasts, currently enclosed in a bra, and a cashmere sweater. "They kind of appeared after I left here - they really are all mine. It's hard to tell these days but the reality is I had other things I wanted to spend my money on than buying fake boobs."
"Probably a wise decision, especially as fake ones couldn't look any better...."
"Miss King, you're going to get me blushing. I don't know if you ever realized it, but in the days of being that skinny, flat-chested girl, I had quite a crush on you..."
"Well, Rachel, to be honest, you weren't the only girl who felt like that, although in your case, I didn't feel it at the time, perhaps because you were so shy and quiet. Other girls were much more brazen about it, but professionally, it would not have been a good idea to take any of the girls up on it. But, anyway, now you are a grown woman, and back here with us. I must admit, it was a pleasant surprise receiving you application for a post here."
They chatted a little about the syllabus Rachel would be teaching and the number of classes, and also the small apartment Rachel had rented not far from the school. When it was clearly time for Rachel to leave, Miss King asked Rachel if she was doing anything the upcoming Saturday, and when learning that she wasn't, Miss King invited Rachel to dinner - just the two of them.
Rachel accepted eagerly, and asked what kind of wine she should bring. "Oh, a nice chardonnay should be fine," said Miss King.
