early ages.
'I guess you're right,' I admitted. 'It certainly looked like Kenny was getting his. I guess he really was, wasn't he? And the only difference between him and older boys is that he didn't shoot off at the peak of orgasm.'
'Right,' she said. Then she added another proof of her contention. 'And how about yourself? If you're like a lot of girls, you were able to come long before your tits started growing and you sprouted hair on your pussy. Even if you didn't recognize the feeling for what it was. When you were a little girl, didn't you ever bring yourself off by accident… like when sliding down a banister or riding, a horse or fooling around with your little cunt while you were in the bath or exploring it in bed at night when no one was around to catch you?'
I nodded affirmatively. I didn't elaborate by discussing it. It sort of made me uneasy to be discussing things so intimately feminine with a girl my own age. There was the lurking feeling that Kate might be bisexual, and I didn't want to get too involved in the subject with her at the moment.
'Then it shouldn't surprise you too much to learn that males have the same capability,' she said. 'Both sexes have basically the same nervous system. It's primarily the physical equipment that's different, not the manner of responding.'
I was ready to concede she was right at this point. I felt like a successful member of a sex education class or something.
'Let's go back to ‘our rooms,' Kate suggested.
'It's almost time for lunch.'
I could hardly believe so much had taken place in such a short time, but she was right. We were barely halfway into the day. I couldn't help musing over the, revelations of the morning as we walked back up to our rooms together.
'The other teachers are all in on everything, huh?' I asked, wanting to make sure of that important fact.
'Sure,' she repeated. 'All of them know and approve, and most of them participate. Of the ones you've talked to for example, I've already told you about Ian. And Cliff, be digs it. Now Carrie, the brunette you met at the meeting who's a couple of years older than us, she's one of the ones who only approves of our scene intellectually. She claims she has absolutely no interest in a male unless he's her own age or very near it. I have my own ideas, though. I think she would really like getting it on with young kids as much as the rest of us but she's just too inhibited to do it. I think she'd love to have a kid's prick in her panties, deep down no pun intended-but Just isn't open enough to admit it… even to herself.'
'Really?' I said.
'That's my opinion,' she maintained.
I was still thinking of the other teachers. 'Cliff's not so bad-looking, is he?' I ventured.
'No, he's a pretty nice guy,' Kate said. 'I imagine he's pretty good in bed too, but I have no way of knowing for sure. Re digs on the kids more than on women his own age.' She laughed. 'Can't say that I blame him, though, since I prefer kids to men my age. For me to criticize him would really be a case of the pot calling the kettle black.'
After I changed clothes and freshened up a bit, I went down to lunch. Although the students and teachers of Brightwater were much closer than at ordinary schools and maintained close academic and social contact, I was glad to find that at least the faculty took its meals in a separate dining room. The teachers customarily occupied the same seating arrangement every day, and I was pleased to find that I had been assigned to sit at the table with Kate, Cliff and Carrie.
Ian was seated a few tables away, and exchanged a pleasant greeting with me as I passed. He came by the table for a minute and paused, winding his way through a few other tables where other members of the faculty were eating.
'I hope you're enjoying your position here at Brightwater, Millie,' he said, addressing me by my first name and reminding me that he expected the same. With a knowing look he added, 'I understand Kate has… ahem… explained some of the more unusual aspects of our educational institution to you.'
'Yes, she has,' I replied, unable to keep a smile from my lips. 'Kate gave me a rather thorough introduction this morning when two new students arrived.'
'I know you're going to get along fine here, Millie,' he said before leaving our table.
It seemed he was pleased that I exhibited no negative attitude when he mentioned the 'unusual aspects' of the school.
'So Kate showed you the ropes, huh?' said Cliff.
'I guess you'd call it that,' I said.
'Yes, we do have our little departures from standard teacher-student relationships here at Brightwater,' offered Carrie. 'I think it's fair to call this a very broad-minded faculty.'
It was somewhat of a surprise to me to hear anything about the matter from Carrie, since Kate had told me Carrie was one of the few teachers at the school who didn't participate in the affair. Apparently the rest of what I'd been told was also true-that although she didn't go for it personally, she had no objections to other faculty members doing so.
The rest of the meal was spent in casual small talk, except for a remark Cliff made just before leaving the table.
'By the way,' he commented in an innocent manner, 'I hope Tim and Petey helped you out enough with the luggage. Did they stay around long enough to see that you had everything in order?'
'Why, yes… yes, they took care of things for me!' I answered, taken aback by his reference to them.
As he walked away I couldn't tell whether the expression on his face was a knowing and somewhat bantering smile or simply his normal way of smiling. But I had every reason to suspect the former. It had been Cliff, after all, who brought Tim by my room that first afternoon to 'help me with my luggage.' Events since that time bad made me suspicious that Cliff had every right to know what was in the horny kid's mind, and that maybe he had even put him up to it. The clincher was that Cliff had referred not just to Tim, but to Petey as well. Yet Petey had arrived on the scene well after Cliff had left, making it a sure thing that Cliff knew more than he was letting on by his seemingly innocuous comment as he left the table.
That afternoon I had nothing more than a little paper work to do so I finished it quickly and headed for the beach. I went alone on purpose. The beach was near the school but was not private, so anyone could go there. I wanted a little time away from the rest of the faculty to sort things out.
It was very sparsely occupied. I lay down in my mini-bikini and began applying suntan lotion to my legs, tummy and arms. Before I'd been there more than a few minutes I overheard one boy say to another. 'Hey, wonder who that chick is. I've never seen her here before.'
His companion replied, 'I don't know, man, but I'd sure like to find out. She's got a great set of tits on her.'
The first boy whispered, 'Yeah, and look at those nice long legs. How'd you like to have them wrapped around you, hub? I bet she'd be hot slut in bed.'
By the time they had passed out of earshot I had had my ego built up quite a bit. Better still, I realized I was in a position to have some unexpected fun. The two boys, who were around sixteen or so, were definitely Brightwater students-yet they hadn't recognized me as being a new teacher. I was pretty sure they were students at the school because I had seen them in the hall that very afternoon. If other boys came by who hadn't yet seen me around school, it might be fun to try to get one turned on and try to seduce him. The fact that he wouldn't know I was a Brightwater teacher, and would be ignorant of knowledge of his probable relationship with the other teachers, made it more exciting to me.
Just then a slim, dark boy about fifteen lay down in the sand a few yards away from me. I'd never seen him before, but knew him as a Brightwater student by his name printed on his towel.
I had my back to him but I could see his reflection in my sun glasses. Boldly, as though I hadn't noticed his presence, I untied the back of my bikini bra and let it lie on my stomach. I didn't leave that much showing, but I had a good idea there was enough titty uncovered to give him a little charge.
To my pleasure, I noticed a definite indication of his approval and interest. And in a very sensual way, too. The center of his bathing suit began to move upward into the sun, showing off a fat swelling that made my crotch tingle with a certain very familiar warmth.
