Message-ID: <43592asstr$1059271804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: bookgirl Reply-to: bonkgirl@NO-SPAMyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id h6R06oYN022454 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 10:02:04 +1000 Subject: {ASSM} Headmistress College: Chapter 01 [Ffm/F, exhib, slow] Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 22:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw The following story hasn't been written specifically for Gary's _Naked In School_ collection but permission is given for it to be archived there. (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/gary/www/naked/Naked.htm) Headmistress College: Chapter One The New Librarian Arrives I waited until the taxi had disappeared completely from sight before turning to face the gate. There weren't any signs on the gate or fence to say I was at the right place, but the taxi driver assured me this was the entrance to the College. A small wooden sentry booth just inside the gate was the only building to be seen, and it appeared to be deserted. Nervously, I walked up to it and looked inside, hoping to find a security guard or someone who could tell me I was at the right place. There was noone but sitting on a small metal desk inside the sentry booth was a small bundle of brochures for the college: an untidy handwritten note beside which read "Please Take One." I slipped one of the brochures out from under the elastic band that secured the bundle and glanced over it. It was the same brochure I already had, intended to be taken by curious passers-by. Not that I could imagine anybody just walking by. The college was located a mere four miles from the town center but being at the end of a long, isolated forrested road, it felt like it was many more than that. I flipped through the brochure's pages a couple of times but as far as I could see, there weren't any directions to say whether I should undress now or continue up to the college and introduce myself first. Deciding I wanted to make a good impression on first day of my new job as Librarian, I put down my suitcase and removed all my clothes. One by one I stacked all my clothes into a neat pile on the metal desk inside the sentry booth. Even though there was nobody around to see me, it still gave me a chill of excitement to divest the last of my clothing and be completely naked outdoors. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second while I contemplated what lay ahead for me. I'd been naked numerous times at the last library I'd worked at, but that was different. Nobody except the building maintenence man had ever seen me naked at work there. Here EVERYBODY would see me and as much as I'd fantasized about such a thing, I still wasn't sure how I'd cope with the embarrassment of it. Bravely, I picked up my suitcase and started walking away from my clothes and the small, unmanned sentry booth. The path wended its way through a long arcade of pine trees. Dappled light filtering through the canopy created shadows in the woods. The occasional rustle of movement in the dry leaves and twigs on the ground made my heart skip a beat and hastened my pace. I wondered whether or not anybody was watching me. It was probably only the movement of small animals scurrying to hide from me, but there was still that uncertainty that maybe it was somebody from the college hiding in the woods. It occured to me that I really didn't really know anything at all about the Headmistress or anybody else for that matter. Could I be walking into a trap? Just thinking about the word "trap" made my skin prickle with goosebumps and sent a shiver of apprehensive excitement racing up my spine. It spread out across my shoulders and enveloped me in a familiar cloak of pleasure, brushing sensuously over my taut nipples and luxuriating between my legs. I tried to shake the feeling but each quick, light step I took tightened the grip of my arousal. The tree-lined path turned a corner and suddenly I was walking out into the open. I paused for a moment, looked at all of the buildings now in front of me, and guessed the large, rambling old stone building in the center to be the main administration block. I became aware of the sounds of voices. Giggling, high-pitched girls voices somewhere up in the building beside the main administration building. I could feel myself starting to burn up with a blushing embarrassment and knew there was no turning back now. I glanced up at the austere building right in front of my and caught a glimpse of somebody looking down at me through one of the leadlined glass panel windows. I quickly looked down again at the path leading up to the main entrance of the building. For a moment I felt rooted to the ground and I had to take a few deep breaths before I could unstick my feet and move again. The sensations of my barefeet on the cold stone of the path made me acutely aware of how completely naked I was. Inside the huge oak doors I found myself in a cloistered entry area through which was a cavernous, oval shaped room. A broad, sweeping staircase led up to a balcony above. It felt cold inside after the heat of the sun's rays outside and I dropped my suitcase for a moment while I rubbed my bare skin warm again. I didn't want to touch my nipples but I had to try and make myself look relaxed and self-assured before anybody saw me. As much as I rubbed them, they refused to stop tingling and standing stiffly erect on my breasts. "Stop it!" I said to myself, cursing my nipples for misbehaving and betraying my arousal. I clamped my thighs together and cursed the heat rising up from my loins. The words "stop it!" were again loud and clear in my head but the only sound out of my mouth was a soft moan. I cupped each fleshy mound of breast in my warm hands and squeezed tightly to pull the skin up towards my nipples. I twisted them and hoped the warmth and mild burning sensation of my grip might leave them looking soft and relaxed. It didn't. Worse, it left them looking even more red and flushed with arousal. "Hello!" The bright, chirpy sound of a pair of voices speaking in unison behind suddenly startled me. Instantly, I clamped one arm across my breasts and the other hand over my mound before turning. My neck and ears burned hotly and I felt an expression of guilt set like stone across my blushing face. "Hello!" the pair said again. "I'm Laura..." "...and I'm Simon..." I looked from one to the other and back again, refusing to release the defensive grip I had on myself to shake their extended hands. I nodded an acknowledgement and tried to introduce myself, but the words failed to materialize. "What classes are you here for?" the girl asked. "She looks a bit old to be a student!" the boy interrupted before I had a chance to say a word. I wanted to give him a stern look for being so impertinent but quickly looked back to the girl when I realized he was leering hungrily at me. "Um, I'm not..." I started to speak to the girl but choked on my words when I saw that she also was looking at me in a peculiar way. I looked back to the boy, then to her again before casting my eyes down to find a spot on the floor I could focus comfortably on. "Um... I'm here to see the Headmistress..." "Is she expecting you? She doesn't see anybody she's not expecting, you know." The boy's words were quickly echoed in the same rapid-fire speech by the girl. "She..." I tried to speak but again they interrupted, assaulting me with eager questions asking who I was and why I wanted to see the Headmistress. "Laura! Simon! Leave the new librarian alone!" A woman's voice, firm and commanding sounded from above. "Sorry Headmistress," the boy said sheepishly. "Sorry Headmistress," the girl echoed. They both immediately hung their heads and put their hands behind their backs. "Go on, off you go! Shoo!" the voice above rang down. I looked up and tried to see the Headmistress. The girl and the boy quickly vanished out of the building leaving me alone in the cavernous room. "Are you looking up my dress, girl?" It felt like my heart actually stopped beating for a second as I realized what she thought I was doing. I hadn't seen anything. Just a shadowey glimpse of a darkly dressed figure standing directly above. "No..." I finally managed to stutter. "No?" the voice above asked. I almost looked up again but caught myself in time. "No, um, I'm..." "Yes, I know who you are. Come upstairs so I can get a better look at you. You can leave your things down there. One of the students will take it to your room for you." I didn't want to leave my suitcase unattended and especially didn't want to think about how embarrassed I'd be if any of the students saw what was in it. Reluctantly, I left my suitcase where it was and walked across the parquettry floor towards the grand, sweeping staircase. My pulse raced as I padded softly up the threadbare carpet stairs. I could feel my buttocks and breasts jiggling with every step I took and sensed the Headmistress watching from the balcony overlooking behind me. [copyright 2003 by bookgirl] -- ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident. "You don -(TM)t reach Serendip by plotting a course for it. You have to set out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings serendipitously." - The Last Voyage Of Somebody The Sailor (The Sinbad Saga) http://profiles.yahoo.com/bonkgirl http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/bookgirl/www -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+