I looked at the name on the sheet; Gabrielle Davidson. It seemed vaguely familiar to me, but I paid this no attention. I had been in teaching for a while now, names repeated themselves and often seemed familiar to me.
I glanced briefly over her resume again, not paying much attention to it. Her resume was very impressive, but I still wasn’t holding out much hope. Several of the other interviewees resumes and references had been impressive, but that was only on paper. In person it was a different story. I stood up and stretched, groaning slightly after a day of sitting down. I walked around my office and threw open one of the windows; a light afternoon breeze wafted in.
There was a knock on the door and my secretary came into the office. “Mr Goodman,” she said, “Miss Davidson is here for her interview.”
“She is?” She was ten minutes early, which impressed me slightly and gave me a good feeling about her, but still I wasn’t fully confident. “Send her in then,” I said. I sat down and straightened myself up. Into my office walked a very attractive young woman, with shiny dark brown eyes and a friendly smile that held the hint of flirtation in it. Gabrielle Davidson, I thought, oh my God, it’s you. I couldn’t believe this. I actually could not believe this.
“May I?” she asked, pointing to the chair in front of my desk. All I could do was nod dumbly, and she smiled at me again. Sitting in front of me was one of my old students, from when I had been new to the teaching game. I had been in my third year of teaching, she was sixteen years old and full of promise with a bright future ahead of her. I had predicted ten years ago that she would go on to do something great. Now, here she was in front of me, at age twenty six, and I was interviewing for her a teaching position in my school.
She had been a good student, not my best ever student, but she was a good student. Some of the more loud and aggressively intelligentsia had overtaken her. Gabrielle seemed happy to sit back and let the know-it-all’s take the spotlight. But she could snap, boy could she. She had been on the debate team at school, I remembered that. I had watched some of them where she’d participated. Her voice, while not the loudest, was still commanding and it carried. She had a quick wit and a sharp tongue, and I remembered in one of the debates, she had reduced her opponent to red-faced embarrassment with one simple comment. It wasn’t what she said, it was how she said it.
Sitting in my office ten years on, she was no longer a baby-faced, slightly chubby sixteen-year-old, but a grown woman. She still had the same, almost innocent look in her face, but the chubby cheeks and babyish qualities had faded. Now she had a good, strong bone structure that was very nearly severe but saved itself from being that way from the innocent look she still carried. Perhaps it was her dark eyes? So dark brown that they looked almost black. Not harsh black, but a subtle, smokey brownish/black. Her hair, in contrast to her eyes, was a light mahogany brown, with hints of gold and red. Whether this was natural or obtained from a bottle, I didn’t know, but she suited it very well.
“Gabrielle,” I said, hating that my voice sounded as if it were full of awe and wonderment at her being here.
“Mr Goodman,” she said in return, sounding very confidant in comparison. She smiled at me again and I almost lost it for a second time. She should have been nervous and a bumbling mess, not me. Get a grip man. Pull yourself together.
“So, tell me about yourself, since High School,” I said, trying to regain some control of the situation. I was in charge, not her.
“After graduating High School I worked for a year, earning money and saving up before I went off to college. I attended the University of New Hampshire, studying sociology and art history. After I graduated I decided to turn that knowledge into a teaching degree, so I went off and trained to be a teacher,” she explained.
“You’ve had teaching jobs in the past?” I asked.
“Yes. I’ve been a substitute teacher for a year now. My last job was at a High School in New York for seven months while the teacher was away on maternity leave. I ended up staying longer because her father died while she was away.”
“That was at…” I said, reading back through her file, which I had partially neglected earlier, “Andrew Jackson High School? The principal and other teachers wrote a sterling review of you. So did the principal at the other school you taught at for a brief period. You have been very popular it seems, Gabrielle,” I said. “Sorry, Miss Davidson,” I said. This girl was no longer my student, she was my equal, and though I hadn’t seen her in years, it was hard to break the habit.
“It’s okay,” she said, smiling. “It happens; after all you were my teacher, but now, here we are.”
Yes, I thought, here we are. I had to admit, that at this stage I was very, very impressed with Gabrielle, as well as being attracted to her, which was odd because when I knew her, she was a teenager. Barely a woman. So seeing her now all grown and looking as womanly as hell, it was confusing. I asked a few more questions and explained to her the position as I was certain that I would hire her. I was keen to find out more about her and her life after I had left the school. She may be a Miss, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t have a boyfriend or significant other.
A year after Gabrielle had been in my class, I left the school and moved West to California, gaining employment in a small school, but I left after just a year as I was having issues with faculty and administration. I then went on to New Jersey, where I was the Vice Principal of a middle school for six years before leaving for the job I currently held. I moved back to Virginia with my wife, who I had met while in California, and gained a job as Principal of James Madison High School.
“So, tell me,” I said, leaning back in my chair slightly, “why did you not stay local for College? Why New Hampshire, of all places?”
“Change of pace, I wanted something different. The small town was just that – small, so I packed up and moved away. I also followed my boyfriend to New England.”
“Boyfriend?” I asked. “Any plans to get married and settle down with him?” Perhaps it wasn’t my place to pry into her personal life, but I was curious.
Gabrielle, though, seemed unfazed with my line of questioning. “Oh no,” she said. “We’re not together anymore. We’ve been on and off for the past three years but we finally split a few months ago.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
Gabrielle shrugged. “It happens. Long-distance relationships don’t always work, and ours was no exception. I see you are married now. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
“So, who is the lucky lady? Anyone from school?” She was, of course, referring to the rumored relationship between myself and Ms Rivers, a fellow teacher at the school where I first taught and where Gabrielle was a student. The rumor wasn’t entirely false, Leslie Rivers and I would get together on occasion and bang, but it wasn’t as intense as the student rumors made it out to be. We weren’t secretly married and we weren’t all loved up. In any case, she was still technically married. She was separating, but if we had married, as the rumors suggested, then it would have been illegal.
“No, no. Her name is Nina. We met when I was in California and married three months after meeting.”
“Congratulations,” Gabrielle smiled warmly.
“Yes,” I mumbled. As of late I had been having problems in my marriage. Nina seemed disinterested in sex and intimacy. She wouldn’t even entertain the idea of anything, it was always a firm and harsh “No” from her. Even when I offered to be there for her fully, she said no. I didn’t even have to get off myself, it could be all about her, but still she refused. I had no idea what was going on. She wouldn’t even talk to me. So for the good part of a year, I had been mostly shut out, maybe having sex three times.
“How long have you been the Principal here?” she asked.
“Coming up three years. I love it here, this is a great school.”
“I’m sure it is,” she said, smiling at me again, a gorgeous little grin.
“Perhaps this is presumptuous of me,” I started, deciding then and there that I would hire her. My cock may have had a part in that decision, as every time she grinned at me, it hardened slightly in my pants. “But I would love it, if you would come and work for us in the Social Studies department.”
“Really? Thank you so much, Mr Goodman.”
“My pleasure,” I answered, standing up. “Can you come back tomorrow? We can do all the paper work and induction stuff then.”
“Of course I can,” she smiled, standing up and shaking my hand. “I look forward to working with you Mr Goodman.” She smiled at me once more, her flirtatious little grin, and then left my office, leaving me with some very awkward phone calls to make.
When she came in the next day to go through paper work and all the formalities of starting a new job, she was dressed slightly more casually. She was still presented nicely, but gone was the high waisted skirt and light pink blouse. She was now wearing tight jeans, which clung to her ass and legs and gave me a good view of everything she had to offer, pretty heels and a floral shirt. She also wore her hair down, which flowed down most of her back in gorgeous brown and red/gold waves. For the duration of that brief meeting it was hard for me to stay focused. If it was like this now, what would it be like when she was working for me and when she was a staff member?
At one point, I was even too scared to stand up for fear of her seeing the effect she was having on me and my cock, which was growing harder by the second, pressed up against my pants. Thankfully, I was able to control myself enough to give her a tour of the school and show her to her new classroom. It was strange for me to see Gabrielle all grown up and womanly. I had only ever known her ten years ago when she was a teenager. Sure she was pretty back then, but I never gave it much notice. Mostly because she was only sixteen and it was illegal, but also because I had never taken any notice of the female students at the school.
But now here she was, no longer sixteen years old. It was confusing but at the same time I was enjoying having her around. On her first official day of teaching, I made sure to check in on her a few times between classes, in case she was having trouble with any of the students, but she assured me that she was fine. Truth be told, I had an ulterior motive for checking in. I just wanted to see her.
Since meeting her again, I’d had a few naughty dreams about Gabrielle, which made for an interesting masturbation session in the shower. My fantasies always revolved around us either being in my office or her new classroom, where she would find me absolutely irresistible. I would either have her bent over the desk, or she would be on top of the desk and I would be in between her legs. I got quite detailed with my fantasies, especially as Nina was never in the mood.
Maybe I was conceited, but at thirty-eight years old I was still a good looking guy. At five foot ten, I was tall, muscular and toned; I had most of my hair, which was a dirty blond color. Perhaps not as thick as it once was, but I was by no means bald. My hazel eyes were still bright and alert and they did their job well, though I did sometimes wear reading glasses. I was also not doing too bad in the downstairs department with a circumcised cock that was just over eight inches.
In my dreams, Gabrielle found me so irresistible and appealing that she couldn’t control herself, but whether or not that was reality I didn’t know. I saw her looking at me a few times but I always doubted myself afterwards. In my mind it was a schoolgirl crush, except she wasn’t a schoolgirl anymore. She was a woman.
At the end of her first week, I checked in with her again and asked how she was finding things. It was four-thirty on a Friday afternoon, most of the staff had gone home and all of students had, except for those in detention, and that was on the other side of the school.
“How was your first week?” I asked, standing in the doorway of her classroom, which she was slowly transforming into one of the best looking classrooms and learning environments in the school.
“It was good thank you,” she answered.
I strode in and perched myself on a front row desk that was nearest to her. “Any issues with the students?”
“A few, but that is to be expected. It’s nothing I can’t handle, just stupid boys making remarks.”
“You shouldn’t have to put up with that. If you have any issues, send the students to my office.”
“Okay,” considered Gabrielle. “But that would be the equivalent of me ‘running to mommy’. They would think that I couldn’t handle myself if I went to you at the first sign of trouble.”
“Fair point,” I conceded. “But, the offer still stands, as does my statement. You shouldn’t have to put up with foul language and vulgar remarks. No teacher should. But, if I remember correctly, you had quite a sharp tongue on you. If it so pleased you, you could reduce the troublesome students to red-faced embarrassment and insignificance.”
Gabrielle laughed a little. “Mr Goodman, they’re my students, not members of an opposing debating team.”
“I was on the receiving end of your sarcastic comments a few times. Never before have I felt so small and belittled in my life,” I replied, laughing with her. “But the offer still stands.”
“Thank you, Mr Goodman.”
“Call me Richard.”
“Okay… Richard.” I thought I heard her falter slightly and I wondered if perhaps I wasn’t as crazy as I first thought.
“Any plans for the weekend?” I asked.
“I’m having lunch with my parents on Sunday, but that is as exciting as it gets for me.”
“An attractive girl like you, I would have thought the offers were flying in,” I stated.
Again, I saw her falter slightly and again I thought that maybe I wasn’t crazy, that maybe there was something there. I stood up from where I was perched and went and sat on the corner of Gabrielle’s desk. She turned her head away from me slightly and I could see her blushing, which turned me on. I held her hand and placed it gently across the faint bulge in my suit pants, which grew when her hand was placed on it.
She didn’t move her hand straight away, she kept it there, but still she wouldn’t give me eye contact. I heard the slight change in her breathing pattern and I wondered if she was becoming turned on by all of this like I was. She was so very attractive and appealing to me, and the fact that not only was she a member of staff, but also one of my old students, made it all the naughtier for me and slightly taboo. I mean, sure she was no longer my student, and this version of Gabrielle, the sexy, intelligent woman, I would rather have than the shy sixteen year old.
I put my hand on top of hers where it rested on the ever-growing bulge in my pants, and I squeezed. I saw her swallow, but still she didn’t look at me. I then moved her hand up and down on me. It was at this moment…
