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.
Wednesday went quietly enough, with Rachel checking out her laboratories in which she would be teaching, and sorting out her personal space in the Staff Room. Most of the teachers were female, including those who lived-in at the school, but there was a male Art teacher and a male Music teacher, both of whom seemed more interested in each other than in the female staff. Some of the staff were married.
Thursday and Friday were the first two days of actual school, with a long Assembly on the Thursday morning, and sorting out home rooms, handing out text books and exercise books filling the balance of the day.
Friday she started teaching. Her first class was first-year girls, 11 and 12 years old, and all somewhat nervous. For most, this was their first time away from home and living in group dormitories, and it was a little overpowering for some. Remembering her own shy childhood, Rachel tried to identify those who fell into the 'fish out of water' category, and were quiet and shy like she had been. She made a point not to undermine what little self-confidence they had, and felt that for her first day of actual teaching she was doing well.
She had two other classes that day, second-year and third-year. As a brand-new teacher, she knew it would be a year or two before she got the senior girls, but teaching at this level would allow her to develop her own skill set and personality.
Saturday morning she spent preparing her experiments for the upcoming week's classes, and doing a little tidying up in her new apartment. Then she had a shower and thought about what to wear for dinner at Miss King's. She stood in front of her full-length mirror naked. She was tall for a girl, around 5'8", 5'9" with a slim waist and noticeable hips. Her bra size was a 34C, and her breasts were clearly self-supporting, and had a nice shape to them, with large nipples.
It was a warm day, as September can often be in southern England, so she decided on a pair of lacey thongs, a pair of shorts that followed every curve of her hips and bum, and a T-shirt with the London Zoo logo on it. She omitted a bra. Her breasts, the size they were, would sway gently under the caress of the slightly stretchy T-shirt.
Taking the wine out of the fridge, she drove to the school, and to the Headmistress' house in the grounds, tucked away in the corner behind a clump of beech trees. Miss King came to the door immediately. She was wearing a halter-neck dress tied behind her neck, and pretty well backless. It was just to her knees, revealing a very shapely pair of calves down to trim ankles.
Rachel was surprised. Not only was Miss King showing quite a bit of skin on her shoulders, back and arms, but it was immediately obvious that under the summer dress, Miss King was braless. With light summer-toned make-up, and her hair nicely brushed, Miss King actually looked sexy.
After discovering sex herself only in her twenties, and especially sex with women, Rachel was well aware of when a woman was wanting to be looked at as sexy, and there was no other explanation for this outfit. Miss King's size D breasts swayed sexily as she walked slightly ahead of Rachel.
They went into the library, where a bottle of wine was already opened. Miss King poured the glasses quite full, and left the bottle out of the ice bucket, instead putting in the one Rachel had brought. "We'll drink your wine later," she said, "it looks a nice one."
They sat together on the settee, with some soft jazz playing discretely in the background. "So fill me in on your life after you left here," said Miss King, in a soft but firm voice that clearly brooked no objection.
"Well," said Rachel, having spent the past couple of days wondering exactly how much of her past she wanted to reveal, but realizing instinctively this was going to be the much more intimate afternoon that she had envisaged in her fantasies all week.
"To begin, I took a year working in a very smart restaurant near where my parents were living, so I could live at home and save money. During that year, my bust suddenly started to develop. I didn't immediately go into wearing a bra, and soon learned that the gentle movement of breasts under a blouse attracts attention - and better tips. So I made good money that year." She smiled at the recollection.
