19.
It was as if everything was frozen in time.
I was hiding in a portable construction building with my hand unconsciously stroking myself through my pants. Outside the window bathed in the pale blue moonlight was an incredible sight.
There was a rather healthy group of students of the Bright Hall Academy surrounding and floating in a piping hot hot-springs pool. Not a single one of them was wearing a single stitch of clothing.
On the side closest to me was Kimberly Adams, once my administrative assistant, now more or less a provost of the Academy. She was lying on her back in all her alabaster glory, her wild kinky hair strewn everywhere in a crimson halo on the ground as she moaned to the sky. Ministering to her on either side were the Xu twins, Deborah and Cynthia. They were not small women, but next to Kimberly's Rubenesque delights, they looked positively girlish. They were lovingly mauling Kimberly's generous breasts with mouths and hands, only sparing their attention there for more delicate work between her legs.
At another corner of the pool was Louise, a very full-figured student who had clearly been driven to multiple peaks of joy by the pile of nubile flesh that surrounded her. You could see that she had wrung everything out of the girls as they lay discarded and panting, but smiling in small tangled clumps, but Louise's eyes twinkled with expectation of further play.
Anne, the president of the Journalism Club, who until very recently had been almost painfully shy, was in the pool, bobbing gently together in post-orgasmic bliss with a tiny raven-haired girl who looked absolutely besotted with her partner.
The unclouded sky allowed the moon to shine its wan light over all these bodies and the others, clinging together in pairs or small groups.
This Dionysian Club had been meeting casually for a few weeks now, but this was its first major event. Kimberly, the club advisor, was in charge of guiding these women in discovering their bodies and their own desires. She had taken things slowly, teaching the girls how to enjoy themselves and their partners before building up to this sapphic detonation. Well, she had been in charge before she was tackled and driven to a lovely bit of drawn-out ecstasy by the twins.
That scene stays etched in my memory, because that's exactly what I was looking at when I first heard the police sirens. I hear that it is supposed to be something about chemicals in the brain. When you panic, these chemicals fire and make the memories stick. So that memory certainly does stick.
Anyway, I was getting ready to blow my cover and shout a warning to the group when Anne noticed the sound.
"Ms Adams, listen!"
Kimberly, still partially stuck in her ragged lust-soaked mind, found the power to sit up and tilt her head to focus on listening.
Suddenly it was no longer far away and warbling, but clearly coming closer.
Kimberly stood up in a shot and was in complete command.
"Girls, get your clothes, now. No, get all the clothes, doesn't matter if they're yours, just get everything. Fast as you can, get to the gym showers, now!"
Some of the club members needed to be shaken out of their reverie, but in a surprisingly short amount of time, they were all on the move, grabbing clothes and running off toward the gym.
Kimberly watched over everyone, gathering clothes left behind and waving them all out of the spa area. I saw her glance over to the portable where I was hiding. She looked nervous as she waved at me, motioning that I needed to get out of there, too.
I had to wait for everyone to get out first though. The siren was getting louder and louder, but there were still a few girls scampering away from the pool.
Kimberly anxiously glanced one more time back to me and then took the last two club members by the hand and dragged them off toward the gym.
When I felt they were far enough away, I darted out of the room and started to follow them. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw what looked like a small pile of bras and panties off to the far side of the pool. I hesitated a moment and was about to run over to pick them up when I saw the red and blue flashing lights of a police cruiser light up the chain link fence at the far end of the construction site. There was no time. I had to run. And so I did.
I heard the police opening up the gate right as I got to the entrance to the gym. I decided to skirt the edge of the building so I wouldn't be barging in on the club in the showers.
I made it home without incident, but my pulse was going a mile a minute.
Things could have gone so much worse. It seemed like everyone got away okay, and I was confident Kimberly would get them dressed and back to their dorm rooms without incident.
I wasn't sure what to think about the police. I had only met a few of the officers in passing. Bright Hall had a typical small town department, just a chief of police and a couple of troopers. To be honest, I don't think I had ever even seen their cruiser before. I wasn't even sure they had one. But why did they come up with their siren on. Maybe they were just wanting to scare the students away?
They would hopefully just look around, find the underwear and conclude it was a few students taking a harmless skinny dip. No real harm in that, surely.
The other thing was to figure out who called the police. The low rumbling of opposition to me as principal was getting more distinct. First, there was the anonymous postings to the Academy newspaper website making all sorts of claims about my debauchery, some true, but mostly lies. Then there was the array of cameras set up all over campus and the town. And of course, there was the general sense of unease and lack of cooperation from a certain group of staff and faculty.
It all seemed so vague and circumstantial, but I was convinced that someone was moving against me. I just didn't know what to do about it.
Before I went to sleep, I got a one word text from Kimberly:
"Ok?"
"Ok here. You?"
"Ok, but worried."
"We'll talk Monday. No need to change plans."
"Ok. Good night."
"Night."
It was hard to keep to routine since I was only just coming out of a bit of self-imposed exile, but I went out for a run Sunday morning. It was a bit later than usual, but I kept to my usual route. I didn't see Jennifer, but I knew she ran very early, so I wasn't surprised.
When I got back from my run though, I saw that police cruiser parked at the curb next to the Green House.
