I hadn't deliberately chosen a girls' school, although it did cross my mind that I would get an easier ride than teaching adolescent boys. Well in one way that would certainly become true. St Winifred's was an established grammar school for girls close to where I lived in North London and I heard it had a good art department. So when I saw the job for a new-graduate teacher advertised I applied for it and got an interview. It went well, the Headmistress, Rosemary, and the Head of Art, Katherine, were very complimentary about my work and they both seemed to like me. This in itself was not an unusual reaction. Though I say it myself I was I good-looking young man, well boy still I suppose, to them. I was a slim, six feet two, twenty three year old, with long dark hair and a well-sculpted face. I also had great teeth. So I wasn't altogether unused to being desired by older as well as younger women. I had had a couple of affairs with friends of my parents and even an aunt in my teens. In fact, having seen Richard Gere in 'American Gigolo' I had considered making a career of sleeping with older women.
They were both in their forties, Rosemary being slightly the elder I would say, around 47 or so and Katherine maybe a couple of years behind her. Impeccably dressed in a tweed suit, silk shirt and pearls, Rosemary was every inch the Head. She was quite tall, with a strong attractive face and an expensive haircut. She had three-inch heels on her black shoes and her stockings (I knew they couldn't be pantyhose) had a glossy sheen. Katherine was in studio clothes, a tee shirt, jeans and trainers with her hair in bunches. She was the shorter of the two. She had thick black hair and wore little or no make-up but that hardly mattered because she had terrific skin. She also had very large breasts, unsupported and unhindered by a bra.
After the introductions we sat down at a coffee table with some low chairs so that they could look through my work. Although I'd mostly done conceptual work at College I knew they'd want to see more mainstream stuff, so I took along a lot of life-drawings. I'm quite a good draughtsman and both women were obviously impressed. The drawings were mainly of female models and the conversation was 'adult' enough for the women to allow themselves the odd risqué comment.
'Good grief! I thought my bum was big enough' remarked Rosemary on seeing a study of a mature model.
Katherine giggled and said "Well I don't think I'll comment too much on her cleavage."
I could see that they were enjoying my slight discomfort but I was happy enough to recognise how older women get off on embarrassing younger men and use it to flirt with them. I was all too appreciative of the potential pleasures that their behaviour foretold.
At the end of the life drawings were a series of studies of a young male. They weren't finished drawings, just loose sketches of different anatomical features including the model's well-hung genitalia.
'Oh, I like these. I like these very much, don't you Katherine?' said Rosemary in a kind of cracked whisper.
'Yes, yes I do, very much." Katherine replied, shifting her position in the chair and she peered forward, offering me a view down the front of her tee shirt. 'They're beautifully observed.'
Rosemary adjusted her position too, squirming to face me directly and then moving her legs slightly apart to reveal her stocking tops and suspenders.
'He's jolly beautiful, you don't have his phone number do you?' she laughed heartily.
'I do actually' I grinned 'That's me. I did them with a mirror the other night because I didn't think I had enough stuff. I'm glad you like them.' It was my turn to enjoy their embarrassment. 'Which do you like best?' I smiled at them as they exchanged fleeting grins and Katherine ran her tongue across her lips.
A few days later I received an offer of employment through the post, which I accepted. I wrote separately to both Rosemary and Katherine, thanking them and saying how much I was look forward to getting to know them better.
As I said, St Winifred's had a very strong art department with five members of staff, of which I turned out to be the only male member. As well Katherine, there was Penny, Barbara (Babs) and Marta who was Polish. They ranged in age from around 25 to 35. Katherine introduced me to them in a staff meeting on the first morning of the term.
Penny, the youngest of them, said 'Nice one Kat, he's lovely. I need to brush up on my life-drawing later Mark, are you available?'
The rest of them burst into laughter and I remembered that Katherine had asked if she could keep my portfolio to show the rest of the staff while they were deciding who they would give the job. So there I was with four women that I hardly knew but who already had a very clear image of my cock.
'Maybe we could do a threesome.' Chipped in Marta in a very low and deeply sexy Polish accent. Babs just winked.
