I was initially quite worried about moving to the city. I had only ever lived and worked in the country and realised I would probably be a fish out of water for a while. But my husband, James, had a big promotion and I didn't want to hold back his career.
Another reason I was worried about moving was that I could only find work at an All Boys School and I had never taught boys before, only girls. The main concern for me was that I'm quite small and according to most men, very attractive, which I thought may work against me at a rough boy's school. But I thought it can't be too bad as I'm an Educational Psychologist and not a Teacher so I'll never have to handle a whole class of boys.
We decided to rent our old place out and buy a flat in the city walking distance from my new school and a short bus ride to work for James. The flat was on the second floor in a nice area and looked out over a relatively quiet street, it was perfect.
When our first day at work rolled around I was very worried but didn't want to bother James about it as he seemed so excited. I pondered what to wear for a long time and settled on a navy blue pant suit which looked business like. On my walk to work I saw plenty of boys wearing the blazer of my new school and quite surprisingly I was getting plenty of stares from them and even had one group of boys give me a wolf whistle as I crossed the road. This didn't make me feel any better about the new School, if anything it had me a little more scared about what the boys would be like.
I'm used to having men stare at me, but walking into the gate of that school was like nothing I had ever experienced. There were about 200 boys hanging around the front of the school and all of them were staring at me like I was a piece of meat. I wondered if all female teachers got this reception.
I made my way to the office where I was greeted by the Head Teacher and shown to my new office, which was situated at the far end of the main wing above the boiler rooms. It was a great location as any students needing to see me would not have to walk past any classes or other students to get to my rooms, saving them from embarrassment. The office was actually two rooms, a small waiting or reception room and another bigger office behind it.
The Head explained that the office had originally been the Deputy's office and he had a secretary, hence the reception room. I was given the keys to both doors and allowed to settle in. The office had been repainted in the last few years and was tastefully furnished with a big old leather couch along one wall and a beautiful old wooden desk and chairs for me to use.
The assembly started at 9am and I was introduced to the school to the sound of cheers and numerous obscene comments. I found this both quite scary and very embarrassing, as the Head clearly had very little control.
After assembly I went back to my office and prepared for the next day when I would see my first students. I had lunch with the rest of the staff and found them all to be quite nice, a few also mentioned that I was the hot topic of conversation amongst some of the boys and should find my schedule quite full with boys all wanting appointments with me. I found this quite amusing and laughed it off.
When I got home I found a message from James saying that he would be late home and not too wait up as he was having dinner with his new colleagues. I had some dinner, did a little bit of work and went to bed early.
I awoke and found James next to me, he told me all about his first day as we got ready, and I never got a word in.
"Good luck today babe", he yelled on his way out the door.
I dressed a little more casual today wearing a boots, a long skirt and sweater. I had about half an hour before my first appointment when I arrived so I decided to get comfortable and do some reading about my first student. I took off my sweater and sat on my couch in the sun reading the case notes on my first student.
Daryl was 18 recently and in his final year of A levels. He had been an exceptional student since arriving at the school 5 years earlier but for the last few months had let his marks slide quite badly and was in danger of being thrown out. I didn't hear Daryl arrive and he caught me by surprise. I screamed when I looked up and saw him come through the door.
"I'm so sorry miss" he apologised repeatedly, realising he had scared me.
"Don't worry, I just wasn't expecting you this early". I stated once I had calmed down.
"I'm so sorry, I'll come back", he offered.
"No don't be silly, sit down, my name is Miss Howlet", I pointed to a chair at my desk as I made my way around to my side.
It was only once I sat down that I realised Daryl how handsome he was. His face was gorgeous with chiselled features, and he was about 6'2" and all muscle. I realised that he probably had girls hanging off him and that may well be the cause of his problems. I could understand why!
We talked for an hour; I made no real progress, as he spent most of the flirting with me and me with him. It worried me quite a lot that I found this boy attractive.
"When will I see you next" I asked as our session came to a close.
"Tonight" he stated very calmly.
"But I'm married Daryl" I stated "and I could never get involved with a student, it would not be appropriate, but I am very flattered" I explained, realising that should have been my first answer.
"Then tomorrow morning, I guess", he said in a disappointed tone.
"It's unusual for me to see a student more than once a fortnight but I will make an exception this time" I explained as I pencilled him in to my schedule.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about why I had flirted so badly with Daryl and the only reason I could come up with was that I simply found him to be the sexiest man I had ever seen. I had never been with anyone other than James, and I had never even kissed a black man before, but I found him gorgeous.
When I got home I tried to explain that a student had hit on me to James.
"That's cute that a boy has a crush on you", he started before talking about his own day.
I went to bed with Daryl on my mind that night. I spent the night thinking of all the reasons why I shouldn't be finding a student attractive. I decided it would be ok to flirt with this sexy young man as it would be just harmless flirting, and it made me feel so good to be found attractive by such a young stud.
When I got up I had already selected an outfit in my mind, black knee high boots, tights, a short skirt and a tight top low cut top which gave me amazing cleavage.
I was sitting in the same position as the day before, legs up on the lounge, skirt barely covering my thigh, when he arrived. He had obviously decided to do some flirting as well because he was wearing a skin tight muscle shirt that took my breath way.