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Teacher's Pet

Today I resume my post as a History teacher at the girls’ college I left two years ago. My name is Dean, I’m a thirty-five year old married father of two and am looking forward to teaching the girls again. My first lesson of the day is with a group of seventeen and eighteen year old girls, one of whom I taught two years ago. I taught some of the others but it is Gabrielle who stands out, she was interested more than the others and was a pretty girl then. Looking at her photo now on my register, I see that she has matured into a real beauty- “Dean, your shirt is untucked at the back.” My wife fusses over me suddenly, her hands adjusting me before I can protest. My Mrs is loving and looks after our two children well, though we haven’t had the same spice in some time. Going into college to be surrounded by predominantly female colleagues and solely teach teenage girls should worry most wives but mine is unfussed. I kiss her on the cheek and say goodbye to the kids while they watch cartoons before she takes them to school. Briefcase in hand and my blazer straightened, I drive into college and park up in advance of the buzz of activity soon to descend. Coffee on my desk, I weave through the corridors towards my classroom before a dark haired girl crosses my path and runs up the stairs in front of me. I notice the sheen of pantyhose on her legs and the hint of lace reveals the tops of her stockings. A colleague calls me back and the girl disappears ahead as I turn to answer. My ...

... colleague tells me that I’m late for lesson and I curse under my breath before heading up. …. I look around the classroom to find a seat; my best friend Minch isn’t yet here, and I’m a little lost. She appears beside me and we go to the other side of the classroom; my seat being the closest to the teachers’ desk is a nice coincidence! Dr Reynolds appears looking as handsome as ever, I feel myself quiver as his eyes fall on me in recognition and he smiles. Addressing the class, he calls out everyone’s names before reaching me. “Gabriella, but you prefer to be called Gabby.” “Good memory sir.” He smiles and nods, I do not miss the glare that the other girls give me but flush with pleasure. Dr Reynolds remembers me from two years ago, when I was a sweet faced girl and now am seventeen applying to university. Dr D, as he gets called, captures everyone’s attention by establishing that history is not as black and white as it may first appear. His jokes raise a chorus of giggles and my eyes appreciate his arse each time he turns. When he mentions the opportunity for some of us to volunteer at an event he’s hosting, I expect several girls will come forward but find myself alone at the end of the class. …. Gabrielle lingers behind the rest of the class, her dress hugs her womanly curves while the crisp white of her shirt is stark against her dark hair. She really has become a beauty; her shapely behind did not escape my notice when she went upstairs too. “I’d like to do the volunteer ...