Chapter 1: "Kate's Confession"
The appointment as Junior Music Tutor at Morningwood College for Young Ladies deep in the heart of the English countryside was a dream come true for a randy young teacher fresh out of college.
There were about 150 girls ranging from ages 16 to 19 in this extremely exclusive and expensive boarding school. They were fresh, intelligent, confident - quite the opposite from the miserable trollops it had been my misfortune to encounter at the inner-city comprehensive where I'd undergone the purgatory of teacher training the previous spring. With their long flowing locks, scrubbed complexions, ready smiles baring rows of perfect gleaming white teeth, these girls were the very essence of years of delicious masturbatory fantasies during those long nights spent dreaming of beautiful girls I knew whilst sweatily pumping my ever-erect cock. Oh God! It was going to be difficult to control myself - but I would have to. The consequences were too horrendous to contemplate.
Music was a major feature at Morningwood, with many girls going on to study music at university or college and some making it into the profession. To my surprise, my first task was to coach four girls who had formed an all-girl string quartet. They were all 19 years old and had stayed on for an extra year after A-levels to apply for scholarship competitions. They were clearly the stars of the school and destined for great things.
To say working with them was a pleasure is an understatement. As well as being talented players and willing, responsive pupils, they were frankly gorgeous. Kate, the first violinist, was a tall muscular girl with short blonde hair cut in a boyish crop, a ready smile and already quite succulent, firm breasts. Of all the girls she was the most forward and flirtatious, regularly touching and teasing in a way that was quite startling - and quite arousing. Jessica, the second violinist, was more petite. Lively and cheeky, with freckles and big grin, she had strikingly long red hair, always tied in a pony tail, that ran right down her back and actually brushed the lower reaches of her cute, tight bottom. Many's the night I fantasised about stroking her bare butt-cheeks through the spread out folds of her auburn locks. Speculation about the extent and colour of her more intimate hair usually brought my nocturnal frottages to a hot and sticky end!
Nina, the violist, was the quiet one. Her family was originally from Sri Lanka and she was a mysterious dusky beauty, with straight silky black hair that hung down to her burgeoning breasts. She had the habit of pulling her long hair over to one side, letting it fall over her face and gazing seductively at you through the soft, dark curtain, in a manner that any red-blooded male had to find completely prick-hardening.
Finally, Lucy, the cellist... Juicy Lucy as I flirtatiously called her to her face. Ah, Juicy Lucy, with her long brown hair, big brown eyes and ever-pert nippled breasts! If only she had known of my speculations as to the extent of her juiciness! But what am I talking about? She was to find out soon enough. More to the point, so was I!
The girls did everything together, played together, ate together, went out together (slept together?). They even dressed the same. Although school uniform was not required in the upper school, "my" girls seemed to have a uniform of their own. Invariably this comprised a tight tee-shirt (sometimes cropped to reveal deliciously smooth, muscular tummies) and equally tight bottom-hugging jeans. Trainers usually completed the outfit, though sometimes boots (either ankle length or occasionally, arousingly, knee-length) were worn. From the outset I could hardly fail to notice that none of them ever seemed to wear a bra. Consequently, their firm breasts bounced and jiggled invitingly under their tight cotton tee-shirts, their nipples poking through the flimsy material. I already thought I'd died and gone to heaven! Little did I know....
All the girls at Morningwood were boarders. We are not talking dormitories here - it was far too grand for that! Each girl had a nicely appointed study-bedroom, usually adorned with posters of their favourite male objects of lust. As a Junior Tutor, I lived in (just as well - I couldn't afford the rent anywhere else) and found myself with a very nice tutor's flat at a secluded end of one corridor of study-bedrooms. Though well away from the other rooms, you couldn't help but be aware of the comings and goings of the young ladies and of their often skimpy attire in the evenings. In fact I could swear that some of them deliberately flaunted themselves when they saw me around, bending to pick up imaginary objects and giving me a flash of bare boob or buttock.
"My" foursome occupied adjacent rooms on the same floor as me, so I got to see quite a lot of them (!!) Just as they seemed to have a uniform during the day, so with night attire. In this case a man's white shirt several sizes too large, loose, unbuttoned to the breasts and with the shirt tail trailing down to a bare mid thigh. I have always had a "thing" about girls in shirts and you can imagine the effect the sight of these delectable shirt-clad nymphets had on my already groaning libido.
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Shortly into the first term of my appointment, a scandal rocked the normally placid world of Morningwood College when a sizeable sum of money - some £6, 000 - was stolen from the Sectretary's office. This had been raised through coffee-mornings, concerts etc. towards a trip to Germany by the school orchestra planned for the week before Christmas. The money was easily replaced direct from the groaning coffers of the College, but the theft cast a shadow over the school, security was significantly tightened and the normally high-spirited string coaching sessions became charged with an indefinable sense of unease.
One evening, about two weeks later, I was relaxing in my flat after a hard day of teaching, coaching and doing paperwork. I had just had a hot, relaxing shower and, dressed in my red silk kimono-style dressing gown, I settled sat down to watch the late TV news with a well deserved glass of my favourite malt. Suddenly, there was a timid knock at the door. Cursing, I put down my glass, turned off the box and went to answer it.
To my surprise, there was Kate, barefoot and dressed in just a loose white open-necked collarless shirt. From the redness of her eyes, it was clear she had been crying.
"Kate!" I exclaimed, "what's wrong?"
"S-Sir, please can I come in? I really need to talk to you. "
Immediately, imaginary alarm-bells sounded in my head! Let her in? I must be mad! Imagine if I was found virtually naked (for the kimono was all that separated me from my natural state) alone in my apartment with an apparently equally scantily-clad female student. True, she was over 18, but she was still a student and I was a teacher. On the other hand she looked so miserable and vulnerable... and it was cold in that corridor. In fact Kate was starting to shiver and I couldn't help but notice that her nipples seemed to be rapidly stiffening under the filmy cotton of her loose shirt. My cock gave a little twitch of recognition as I invited her in. As I closed the door behind us, my heart suddenly started beating faster. Somehow I just knew something amazing was about to happen.
"So what's the matter?" I asked when we were safely inside and the door was closed.
Kate hesitated for what seemed like and eternity before, seemingly filled with a sudden surge of resolution, drew herself up to her full height, took a deep breath and blurted out, "Oh sir. It was me!"
"What?" I shook my head in confusion. "What do you mean "me"?"
"It was ME! I stole the money from the office! I know I shouldn't have done it. I just walked in there and there it was. No-one was around and... and... I just took it!"
