Faculty Initiation
Dr. Saunders, please report to the activity hall this evening at 6:00, sharp. Dress professionally.
That is all it said. But nevertheless I read and re-read that note over and over again. It made me scared but at the same time both nervous and excited. Slowly I folded the note and put it in my jeans pocket and looked over at Margie the executive assistant. She was looking at me with a smirk on her face. I blushed. I stammered a "see you later," as she called after me, "have fun." I returned to my empty classroom and waited. Still feeling nervous. I pulled the note out and read it again. I sighed and leaned back and closed my eyes. How in the world did I get here?
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My name is Abigail Saunders. I am 38 and I am full professor at a major university, holding a Ph.D. in history. My personal life is much more complex. My husband and I have a very open and trusting relationship, but we have also had times of estrangement. And this was one of those times. He moved out last February and left me with our 4 wild children. My sister helps me out a lot, but still it was hard with young children. Sexually Greg and I were at one time very open and my sister Rachel and her husband, John, had joined us on many occasions. But children have a way of putting a damper on that kind of thing. And while we tried to keep up with our social activities we found it harder and harder. This is why Gregg finally decided he needed a break. Of course he left me with all the responsibilities. So by the end of March I was feeling depressed and stressed and unwanted.
That is when my colleague, best friend, and secret lover, Hannah, appeared one day in my office with an envelope. She handed it to me. "You should do this." What is it I asked. "You'll see, I think it is just what you need." It was information and an application to teach at Starr Academy for the summer. They needed a history teacher. I read through the material that afternoon. Starr was located on an island in the Carribean and it was a place for over-achieving college age students to come, pursue their academic interests, and to also learn to have some fun. The wide variety of pictures in the brochure showed students and teachers dressed casually, in bathing suits and in some cases partially naked. Some of the pictures were in class, on the beach and some playing sports. One picture that really caught my eye was a picture of one of the female teachers in class teaching topless.
The more I read, the more I realized that part of what was unique about this place was it's relaxed attitude about sex. These students, both young men and women, mostly Americans and Canadians, but from other places in the world, had spent so much time in books that they had never had any relationships or social life at all, much less any sexual experiences. This place sought to provide this for them. And they wanted faculty who were not only qualified to teach and open minded, but also who would participate in the activities, which I discovered ran the gamut from simple nudity and mutual masturbation to bondage, spanking and domination games.
Hannah was right, this was just what I needed. I had had a really active sexual life when I was young and Gregg and I had had some wild times. But in the last few years that had seemed to disappear. This opportunity might be just the thing for me. I pulled out the application. It was pretty standard until I got to section 3. This section had a note that if the questions in the section caused discomfort then you should stop and not apply. I turned the page. "Are you a virgin?" No, definitely not. "Are you straight, gay, bi or trans?" Bi-sexual. "Are you uncomfortable with nudity, your own or others around you?" Not at all – I like being naked and being around naked people. And it went on asking me to check off experiences I had had and to describe various sexual events in my life. I really enjoyed writing out these essays in detail. By the time I was finished I was tingling with excitement and my pussy had gotten so wet it had caused a spot. I had pulled a towel out of the drawer, lifted my skirt, removed my panties and fingered myself to orgasm right there at my desk. Finally it asked me to sign a commitment to confidentiality and to include a several pictures, a professional head shot, full body dressed casual, and a completely naked picture, also full body. I complied, had sent off the application and the pictures and waited.
During the time I was waiting to hear back I got in touch with both Greg and Rachel and found that they were both very supportive and willing to take the children during the 6 weeks I would need to be gone. Greg even suggested that maybe at the end of it he might join me and we could have some private time alone and away – just the two of us. This was a wonderful idea and I was very excited when I finally received notice that they were interested in me. There was one more step. The Headmaster, director Dr. Moody required an interview. He sent a number and I was to use Skype. At the appointed time I called and he answered right away. There were couple other participants he told me and he slowly got the others online with me. There was Dr. Moody who was an older man, but very elegant looking; his Executive Assistant, Margie, a woman in her 50's; Dr. Karen Speer , a Math professor in her mid-40's and finally a young graduate student by the name of Todd, who had been a student and staff member, but who would not be returning this year.
The interview began with the usual pleasantries and introductions and then it went the normal course for a while. They asked me to describe my teaching style, discuss my research, what courses did I teach and what courses would I teach for them and so forth. Could I teach a class that did not require much homework, they asked. (That was in interesting question, I thought!) Slowly the questions began to get more intimate. They asked why I wanted to come to Starr and I told them the truth about Gregg and my need to re-connect with myself in a variety of ways. They asked about my sexual experiences, when I had started, when I lost my virginity and so forth. They asked about bondage, spanking and other activities. I answered all of their questions in a very matter of fact way, trying not to act flustered. They asked me to describe one of my most memorable and exciting sexual experiences. I told them about the special wedding reception when Gregg and I got married.
Then they asked me if I had ever had sex with a student. I turned white and hesitated. Dr. Speer quickly sought to put me at ease. "We are not judging you, Abi. We have all had sex with students and teachers, we just want to know about your experiences. So, I told them then the secret I had not shared with anyone. That is that during Gregg's absence I had had an affair with a female graduate student. It only lasted a few months and then she broke it off. Everyone nodded in approval.
"Is that all?" Asked Dr. Moody.
"Well, yes. I have tried to be very professional at school and also very careful."
Then Todd asked, "Abi, do you masturbate at school? In your office, the bathroom or even in class?"
I blushed. "Well.... Yes I have. I have masturbated in all three places. In fact, I keep a towel here in my desk just in case the mood strikes."
"Lovely," squealed Margie. "Has this experience, answering these intimate questions and so on gotten you a little aroused."
"Well..." I blushed again... "Yes, a little."
"Good" said Karen. "Let's see."
I wasn't sure I understood. I hesitated and looked at them questioningly.
Todd answered, "Please remove all of your clothes for us and then move your camera around your body so we can see everything..."
"We especially want to see if your pussy is wet, dear," chimed in Margie.
I stood and slowly I ran my hands over my body. I had worn a very nice professional suit for the interview. I began by removing my jacket. The silk blouse and the slacks really accentuated my curves and everyone expressed delight with how sharp I looked. I then moved my trembling hands to the buttons on the blouse and slowly one by one I unbuttoned it. I pulled the blouse from the slacks and then removed it now standing in my white lace bra. I next unbuttoned the button on the slacks, unzipped them and pushed them off of my hips then I removed them.
"Turn around," said Dr. Moody. I turned around in my white panties and bra.
