I spent a good deal of the rest of the break trying to process my meeting with the twins. I even saw them on campus a few times, but they were always with a small group of the other students who stayed for break, so I didn't approach them. And I was still shaken up by the unknown people that had been watching us. I assumed they had to be other students, probably the ones that they were hanging out with. Not knowing who had been watching while I plowed the two girls was unnerving and, of course, dangerous.
I also remembered what they had said about people always watching and the need for discretion. I wasn't paranoid by nature, but I was starting to get there.
I couldn't seem to control my lust anymore. Was it a side-effect of the trick? Hell, after all, nothing was real in the theater, right?
The bigger issue was that I'd never slept with a student before, and I was not feeling great about that. It's true, I wasn't strictly a teacher here, but it was surely not right for a principal to be sleeping with students, no matter how eager... insistent... hungry... they were. I was very aware of the circumstances of my leaving my last school.
In the end, I let myself believe that since they were adults, this wasn't like the high school I used to teach at, we could make decisions as adults. It was the flimsiest of excuses, and it certainly wouldn't stand up a second in any kind of investigation, but it was enough of a fig leaf for my morality that I kept myself from self-loathing. Mostly.
The week before class was to start up for the summer semester was an insane whirlwind of small but urgent crises that took all of my attention and more energy than I had. Luckily, Kimberly came back on that Thursday, which turned out to be a more than frantic day. When I came in that morning, she was there in her office, deep in a pile of papers. Without her taking over the lion's share of paperwork, I never would have survived.
I also noticed that she looked a little different. It took me a bit to figure out what it was. That was the first day I had ever seen her not wearing one of her array of very conservative jackets. Well, to be fair, I had seen her in a lot less, and nothing at all, but at work, she had always been decked out in thick wool from neck to toes. But there she was, in a simple white blouse. It was buttoned up to the neck, almost choker-tight, but still, this was a wonderful precedent.
She must have felt me looking in on her, because she glanced up, and blushed hard.
"Good morning, Kimberly. I can't tell you how great it is to have you back. Looks like you got a bit of sun over break, eh?"
Her skin was normally alabaster-white, with a generous spray of freckles, but the red of her blushing was competing with a hue that had to be something near sunburn, especially over her nose and forehead.
"Good morning, Principal Lee. Can you really tell? I sunburn so quickly. I always put on so much sunscreen, but it never helps. How bad is it, really?"
"It's not bad at all." I wondered how far I should push. "You look gorgeous, in the pink of health!"
Her blush deepened and spread. "I'm a lobster." She groaned.
"Seriously, you're just pink. You look great."
"Thank you. I don't believe you, but thank you. Did everything go okay over break?"
She was obviously trying to change the topic away from her appearance, and it was probably for the best. I was doing my best to pay less attention to her wonderful breasts that were straining against the taut fabric of her blouse, and I don't think I was as successful as I wanted to be.
"Pretty well, overall. The gym buildings are all finished off, and there's really good progress on the dorms. They'll be basically done by the end of the first week of classes. I assume you saw the emails about the logo redesign and the ad campaign. We're getting surprisingly positive reactions about the new Bright Hall Academy. And even that stupid video I shot isn't being laughed off the internet, so that's something."
She smiled. "Your video was great. The tone was just right, a perfect balance between welcoming and sophisticated. Exactly the mood we want to push going forward." She looked at me a little oddly, maybe a bit too long, but her smile was wide and pure.
"I did want to walk with you around campus today if you have time. Have you seen everything yet?"
"Ahh..." She looked around at the piles of paper and folders on her desk. How long had she already been at work?
"You can't lock yourself in here all the time. I need you energetic and focused. Burning out on your first day back makes you no good to anyone." I smiled in hopes of showing her my genuine care.
"Well, if we keep it short. A quick tour, then I've got to get back. We've got more late enrollees than we planned for. We're going to have to overfill classes after we promised that we'd keep those numbers down. You'll have to have that talk with the faculty, and they aren't going to be happy about it."
"Well, more students, that's a good thing. We'll work it out. So. Walk with me?"
"Okay, okay. Give me five minutes to finish off this email and I'll pop by your office."
I barely had time to drop off my things and boot up the computer when Kimberly knocked on the door jamb.
She was just a vision. The light shown through from the windows behind her. She was leaning in the doorway like she was posed by a World War II pinup artist. Her brilliant red curls seemed even wilder than usual, only partially tamed into a cascade over the side of her shoulder, but mostly flowing free. The rosy tint to her face reminded me of the blush that I'd seen that morning, but also the mad flush of orgasm that ran over her face and chest brought on by her own fingers, and then by Jennifer Lashgari through that mysterious spy camera. And had she just put on a brighter lipstick?
I was disappointed to see that she had put on her jacket, but at least she hadn't buttoned it up. Her long dark grey skirt was also part of her old wardrobe, but the way she had her hip cocked to the side showed off the curve of that incredible ass right underneath, and the flow of the skirt fabric draped over her knee, hinting of delights unseen.
I must have been staring, but she just smiled and waited for me to snap out of it.
I did, eventually, after what seemed like minutes.
"Uh. Hm." I coughed at my own embarrassment, but she didn't react. "Ready to go then?"
"I'm ready when you are." She spun around and headed out to the reception area. Her skirt wasn't made for it, but it spun up a bit, giving me a glimpse of ankle. Only then did I realize how erotic that could be. Maybe those stuffy Victorians were onto something.
As I got up to follow, I had a fleeting thought. This was new. Was Kimberly trying to loosen up a bit? It was almost like she was teasing me, but I didn't think that was in her.
As we walked toward the dorm, I asked her about her break, but she didn't say too much. She had stayed with family and got a little time down at the beach. It sounded like there was drama back with the family, so I didn't push.
The dorms were really coming along. Luckily, they didn't need structural work like the gym buildings. They mainly just needed upkeep and cosmetic attention, but that made a real difference. Clandon and his men had really outdone themselves.
Kimberly actually gasped when we opened the main door into the foyer. It truly was gorgeous. There were sofas and social tables with comfortable chairs. All the old moldy carpets were gone. And the new look was all done in a classy understated way, with light accents in the school colors and dark wood trim. It was what Kimberly had plotted out, but with variations and improvisations made by people who knew their work extraordinarily well.
Kimberly started gushing, walking around the room and touching everything, commenting about the way things had come together.
The sound of her voice brought Clandon himself out from wherever he had been working.
"Miss Kimberly, will this be alright for you then?"
She rushed over to him and pulled him into a joyous hug. He was clearly not prepared for this response, and didn't know how rightly to react. It was all I could do to keep from laughing at the expression on his face, somewhere between terminal embarrassment and deep heartfelt pleasure.
