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Subject: {ASSM} Headmistress College: Chapter 01 [Ffm/F, exhib, slow]
Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 22:10:04 -0400
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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)

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