Chapter 3

My two young Lotharios lay grinning beside me, fully aware of my agitation. Yet neither of them so much as made a move towards leaving the bed or putting their clothes back on. Weren't they as scared as I was of being caught in such a compromising position?

I jerked open a suitcase and threw on a robe, kicking my panties and other clothes under the bed as I did so. I patted my hair into place and hissed "Get the hell off the bed and into the bath room and take every stitch of clothes with you!"

They grudgingly did as I said, much too slowly for my frayed nerves. The girl hadn't knocked again yet; but I could fairly feel her presence on the other side of the door, and I was wondering how the hell I could justify the ungodly time it was taking me to open the door. After all, she was another female. It wouldn't be any big deal for her to see me less than fully clothed.

When I finally opened it, I was faced by a girl about my own age, with hair as blonde as mine was dark, and with a warm smile on her face. She stuck out her hand.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Kate Windstrom. I teach here too. Cliff told me you had arrived and I wanted to stop by and welcome you. We're pretty informal here at Brightwater School."

Her friendly manner was so open and warm that it relaxed me considerably. I shook her hand and stepped back from the door, inviting her inside with a sweep of my fingers.

"How nice of you to come by," I said.

Then I remembered how she had addressed me as "Ms. Ward" when she was knocking on the door. "My name's Millicent," I told her. "Millie to friends. I couldn't help noticing how you called me 'Ms.' instead of 'Miss' or 'Mrs.' That's a welcome thing to bear after my last job, I can tell you."

Kate grinned. "You mean you had to work around male chauvinist pigs who made a big deal out of whether you were married or not? You won't find that here at Brightwater. Not from anyone-women or men. No one here gives a damn about your personal life beyond what you choose to tell them."

I was liking the girl more and more.

"I had to work around enough pigs to make it a big drag to go to work every day ... enough of them to make me want to get away to a new job at a place like I hoped this would be. By the way, by old terminology I'm a 'Miss.' I'm not married."

"Me either," Kate answered. "Haven't yet run across a guy I'd want to be with forever. Not by a long shot."

"I think I'm going to like it here," I admitted. "Seems very low-key and not the least up tight."

"You chose right if that's the kind of place you were looking for," Kate said.

I was still a little squeamish about the state of my bed, even though the boys were hidden away in the bath room. When her eyes wandered to the rumpled bedcovers, it was all I could do to keep my composure and avoid getting red in the face.

"I was pretty bushed after my trip all the way out here," I ventured apologetically. "I ... had slipped into bed for a little rest just as soon as I got all my luggage in."

Kate waved her hand understandingly. "No sweat. I know you must be tired so I won't keep you ... I want one thing-when you saw Cliff a little while ago, did he have One of the young students with him? A kid named Tim? He said he'd have Tim come by my room this afternoon and give me a hand with some things."

Her last sentence seemed a little strained.

"Tim's a kid, in Cliff's care-group," she explained.

"No," I answered, then quickly changing what I'd said. "Oh yes, wait a minute ... that must be the kid Cliff asked to bring my luggage up. But he's gone now. I ... don't know where he is."

I hoped I hadn't sounded too devious or nervous I never 'was a' very good liar.

"What's a 'care-group,' anyway?" I asked welcoming a chance to change the subject. "Isn't that the word you used?"

"Yes," explained Kate. "That's what we call 'the group of kids assigned to each teacher here at Brightwater. You'll be getting your care-group yourself. It's sort of like a home-room class in a public school. Only it's much more personal. You know, you get to know the kids better, and you're responsible for them in a more all-inclusive way than simply concern about their academic progress. It's a great system. I dig it."

When Kate left, giving me a friendly wave and saying we would have to get together soon, I was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved that I'd finally gotten rid of her without having the boys discovered, in my room, and disappointed that I bad lacked the opportunity to talk longer with her. She seemed like a really nice girl and I was sure that we were going to get along swell as fellow teachers. It was obvious that she was no stick-in-the-mud.

When I opened the bathroom door the boys had all their clothes on. I told them they'd have to leave pronto, but first I wanted to check the hall to make sure no one saw the two of them sneaking out of my room.

"Who's going to sneak?" posed Tim.

"Yeah," parroted Petey, "who's gonna sneak out?"

"It's no big deal for us to be here, Teach," Tim continued. "You think this is the only time we've ever been in a teacher's room? Ha, what a laugh!"

"I'm more than just a teacher," I reminded them. "I'm a female teacher. And a brand-new one at that. If you'd been in some male teacher's room it would be entirely different."

"You don't have to remind us you're female," Tim cracked, a big smile on his face.

"Not hardly," chirped Petey. "Not after-"

"Just keep your traps shut," I scolded, feeling myself start to get red in the face. "And if r ever hear of either one of you repeating what happened here, I'll ... I'll...."

I couldn't think of anything for a proper threat, so I ended by warning them, "You'd just better not, that's all!"

Even though they wore halfway through the door way, Tim was still blabbing.

"You mean you didn't like it?" he accused incredulously. "You're never gonna make us believe that. Right, Petey?"

"Right!" exclaimed his partner in crime.

"What ... what took place here this afternoon was ... was something very unusual," I stammered. " ... Something that'll never happen again, I can assure you. Just remember that, and see that you don't mention it again. Understood?"

"Okay, okay," they nodded.

But just before I closed the door behind them Tim flung a parting shot. "Better watch what you're doing, Teach," he snickered, pointing to my chest. "Looks like something's trying to get out of there. And if it does, you just might get all hot and bothered again-especially if-"

"Goodbye!" I said, closing the door behind them with finality and breathing a sigh of relief.

I looked down at the front of my robe and sure enough, one of my boobs had somehow become bared all the way to the point. A nipple was peeping out from the folds, in plain view of whoever might have been, there to see it.

I tugged it closer and thought of the view I'd accidentally given the two boys. They had seen plenty of me, for sure, and hardly needed more in fact, they had seen (and done!) more than enough to get me fired from any normal school!

I went ahead, unpacking and musing over everything that had happened. I could only hope and pray that Brightwater was as liberal and open-minded as I had been made to think. If, not, I was going to be in big trouble.

I took a long, luxurious bath after setting my room straight, then went to bed very early. But I must say I didn't go to sleep as quickly as unusual. There was one main fact I had been avoiding ... a fact that I could not help but dwell on with increasing intensity and shame. I, a 25-year-old grown woman, bad just allowed myself to be roundly fucked and sucked by boys only twelve and fourteen years old. They were barely more than children!

What did this mean about me? I would never in my life have imagined myself allowing such a disgusting thing to happen to me. Did what had taken place mean I was, for some unexplained reason, turning into a sex freak of the filthiest kind-a woman who got her kicks by seducing kids less than half her age? Of course, I tried to argue to myself, I hadn't exactly seduced them. It was quite the other way around. But even so, I had to admit that I bad participated, once aroused, with the greatest gusto.

Besides, there bad been the night below my window, the woman and, boy going at it in the bushes when I had first entered the room. It had made me so hot I had to get on my knees and masturbate right on the spot. Surely that had something to do with my letting myself get involved with Tim and Petey, didn't it? Well, it would never happen again, I consoled myself. It had been one of those one-of-a-kind incidents that occurs in every girl's life. When she suddenly finds herself with panties so hot shell do anything for relief.

It would never happen again, I 'repeated to myself as I fell asleep. Yet in my dreams that night, I saw young adolescents with their pants open and their little organs sticking out ... kids as young as Petey and even younger ... mere children with hard little cocks as stiff and straight bones.

And the woman in my dreams who fingered those childish cocks, who jacked them off and played with them, and sucked "them and sucked them until their fat little heads shot off like milky fountains, ... that woman had been me.

Me and me alone in the morning I found myself so wet and hot in the pussy I had to masturbate before I dared get up from bed. I was so horny that if I hadn't brought myself off I would have been tense and nervous all day.

But when I did it, I thought of one of my old boy friends, a manly guy with a hairy chest and a big cock that reamed me out like a roto-rooter. I consciously avoided any thoughts of younger men or kids ... of anything the least bit immature.

I dressed and hurried to the first faculty meeting. It was extremely informal and quite abort, leaving me with the general impression that I was very much on my own in dealing with my "care group," which would be assigned to me the next day. I was told by the Headmaster, a Mr. Ian Carmichael, that my acceptance as a teacher at Brightwater meant that I was automatically credited with being sensible and creative enough to see that my students received proper instruction in the various subjects they were expected to absorb, and that my methods and day-to-day teaching plan would be almost entirely up to my own idea of what was best.

Mr. Carmichael-Ian-was an ancient soul, seventy or more, who insisted on being called simply by his first name. He left early, and the rest of the meeting was scarcely more than an introduction to the other teachers. There were no more than ten in the entire school, which was plenty since the student body was composed of only about seventy or eighty' students, who ranged from six to seventeen. Most of the kids attending were in the lower and middle age groups, with only a few over fifteen.

I saw Cliff again, the teacher who 'had helped me have my baggage moved in, of course. And I saw Kate, who was as friendly as ever. Two others who seemed especially nice to me were Carrie Simons, a striking brunette only a couple of years older than me, and Percy Chileott, a rather effeminate man in his early forties. Cliff, a good-looking man if greying hair and a chiseled features turn you on, seemed to be giving me the eye quite a bit. It made me feel good to have his attention, but I didn't respond openly.

Soon t was walking down the hail with Kate.

"We have two new students coming in today," she said. I agreed to join her in welcoming them. I knew that at Brightwater, a school located in' the lush green mountains of the California coast, was attended almost exclusively by kids from quite wealthy families-actors, company heads, and jetsetters of every kind, for the most part-and that their parents expected a great deal of personal attention for their children.

Just how personal that attention was, however, I was soon to learn, was something that truly shocked me. And if the kids parents had found out, I'm quite sure they would have been astonished and scandalized, to say the least.

We met the kids in the large, plush reception area and introduced ourselves. One was a ten-year-old boy and the other an eleven-year-old girl, the son of a well-known scientist and the daughter of a prominent painter. Their names were Kenny and Caroline: they were both very attractive and healthy children.

Kate explained that she would personally explain Brightwater to them, its rules, privileges and "special fun," as she called it. I was to see them again that night at dinner. We all went to another room.

Then she took me aside and ushered me to a hidden room above, where I was to observe (through a two-way mirror) and listen (through concealed microphones) how she handled the kids.

I was amazed at the procedure and said so.

"Why do I have to do this in secret?" I protested.

"Why can't I just stay with the three of you and-"

"You'll find out, Millie," Kate said in a helpful, but mysterious, tone of voice. "If you bad been here at Brightwater for a while, you could stay with us. But I'm sure you'll agree, after you see what goes on, that that's a lot you don't yet know about this school as well as things the children themselves don't yet know. By taking it all in from up here in this special observation room, you can see what happens without the kids knowing anyone is watching."

I didn't understand why it should be important for the kids to be so alone with her, but I did as she said and went to the chair she pointed out in the observation room. A few minutes later she went back down the stairs to the kids. She immediately put things on a first-name basis with them. The boy's name was Kenny and the girl's name was Caroline.

They both knew the school rules and regulations (which were very few!) from what their parents had told them before sending them there, since Brightwater provided all prospective parents with a full supply of booklets and brochures on all technical 'details of the school's operation. So far I couldn't imagine why sate had insisted that I remain hidden from view.

Then my fellow teacher began talking to them about themselves. At first it was routine fare, such as how many pets they had back home, and what their names were, and things about their brothers and sisters. It turned out they were each an "only child," having no one else in the family except 'their mothers and fathers. Kate pointed out that although they would each have their own rooms at the school, there would nevertheless be many occasions when it would be necessary for them to be in very close touch with other kids.

"It won't be like the schools you've been going to," she reminded them. "You'll be living much' closer together with the other students here. Not just in class, but for meals and also at night. Even around where others are sleeping."

They both nodded, although with some hesitance.

It was clear to them that Kate's conversation was about to move in realms neither of them was prepared for. Then it was out. Kate suddenly got 'to the point, in a way which made little Kenny blush.

"Since you'll be seeing older girls around their bedrooms from time to time, there's something I should ask you, Kenny," she posed to him. "Have you ever seen a girl without her clothes on? Do you know what a girl looks like underneath her underwear?"