When I returned to school on Monday after the amazing weekend at the Principalâs house, I thought there might be a degree of awkwardness, particularly as I had young Jennifer in my class first up, but she behaved as if nothing had happened at all. She was neither too forward nor too reserved, and the only thing that told me I hadnât really dreamed the whole incident was the quick wink she threw me as she departed the class at the end of the line of students. But I couldnât help myself, my eyes dropped to her tight sexy ass, and I twitched in remembrance.
Harry himself treated me just like he treated all the rest of the staff, so it was clear that the incidents were going to be regarded as par for the course in this school, and I smiled to myself. During the following week I saw lots of examples of Harryâs concept of âaction responsibility, rather than punishmentâ, although none quite in the league of Jennifer and her mother on the weekend!, so it was clear that the whole staff supported, and had adopted, that strategy, and it certainly made a difference to the whole culture of the school. I had never seen a happier or more relaxed school in my life, and there was the sort of respect between staff and students that Iâd always dreamed of, but never thought possible.
The other thing that both surprised and amused me was the attitude of the female students towards me. In a large City High School there was always a constant turn over of staff, and invariably each year thereâd be a sprinkling of fresh faced teachers straight out of College, and these were always the focus of female student attention. Many is the crush Iâve seen develop, and many is the time Iâve had to counsel those young Teachers to keep their heads on straight. Now, here I was at age 35, being the recipient of those self same crushes! Most of the other staff had been at the school for many, many years and the closest to me in age was a married female teacher that was 44, so it was little wonder, I guess that the girls seemed to flock around me wherever I went. I didnât let it go to my head, of course, well ... not much, anyway! .. but it was intensely flattering after the difficult emotional times Iâd been through.
There was one student in particular that seemed always to be around, her name was Denise. She wasnât a stand out student in looks or in academic performance, but there was a certain energy about her that set her apart from the others, made me notice her more than most of the others. Within days she had almost become a personal secretary of sorts, always there to help with packing up, always there first in line whenever there was an activity proposed. And that did not go un-noticed by Harry and the other staff, but there was no censorship and none of the subtle words of caution or advice that Iâd often given to young teachers. Perhaps they all assumed that at my age Iâd be able to handle it ... or perhaps they just didnât see it as a problem at all.
It was Megan Lee that actually explained the reasons behind that. I hadnât seen anything of her since that first weekend, but at the end of week three when I arrived home from School I found my front door unlocked. Positive I had locked it when I left that morning, I moved inside very quietly and cautiously, expecting at any minute to confront a burglar or at least to find my belongings spread all over the place. Instead, what I found was a very relaxed and smiling Megan Lee sitting at the kitchen table, cool drink in hand, with another on the table directly opposite , which she directed me to. âBut How?â I said, glancing all around.
âWho do you think cleaned the house up before you arrived?â she said, laughing, âGuess I must have forgotten to hand the spare key back to the owners...or maybe I got another set made up for emergenciesâ
I laughed with her, âOh, and is this an emergency?â I asked.
She pouted, âWell, Harryâs had to fly off for a Principalâs congress this weekend, so I was feeling lonely, isnât that enough of an emergency?â
My eyes lifted in surprise, âI would have thought youâd have gone along for the tripâ I said.
She smiled, âOh, he took Bernice along this time ( Bernice was the 44 year old married teacher I mentioned earlier ), for the experienceâ she said.
I guess I must have looked surprised again, because she tossed her head back and laughed, âAll the girls take it in turns to go to these conferences, it adds some spice to their livesâ she said.
âYou mean? â I spluttered.
âOh yesâ she said, grinning, âItâs all part of the school bondingâ
âAnd you donât mind?â I asked.
âOf course not ... grin .. it was me that suggested it, few women get to be principals, so they need all the experience of these conferences that they can get ... and, of course, there are the side benefits ... grin ...â she said.
âSide benefits?â I asked.
She nodded, âYes, they all get to share a sexy weekend with their Principal, and as you saw for yourself, Harry is very caring...and very horny!â. Then she rose up from her chair and sauntered around the table to stand right in front of me, âMiss me?â she asked, teasingly.
I let my eyes roam over her, God but she was gorgeous! She was wearing a tight pair of shorts and a loose blouse top that showed clearly that she wasnât wearing a bra over her magnificent breasts, and my cock started to swell, âOh yesâ I whispered, âIâve missed you like hellâ and I drew her down onto my lap and kissed her deeply.
She responded wildly and willingly, writhing down onto my burgeoning cock, then pulled back, âWell, thatâs not what Iâve heardâ she said laughingly.
âOh, and what have you heard?â I asked, nibbling her ear and causing her to shudder.
âOh, Iâve heard that youâve got yourself a girlfriend alreadyâ she said.
âMe?. you must be mistaken, Iâve been too busy to even look at a woman in the last two weeksâ I said, heatedly.