Chapter 3

It was a strange feeling driving to work with my mum, something i could never have imagine just a few years ago. Though she was very excited, bless her, already bragging to her colleagues about what an asset I’ll be to the school. I begged her not to but she did anyway, not thinking how it would be for me. Mr Hughes, or Tom as i must now call him, had sent me a year’s worth of material to read in four days, telling me to familiarise myself with the school curriculum for the age groups i would be working with.

When i saw i would be helping the fourteen- to sixteen-year-olds i was thrilled, knowing Jaz would be in that group. I liked her and found her really interesting and was looking forward to seeing her again. My first week would be a settling in period and not actually assisting anyone, which i thought was a good idea. It would give me the chance to get to know my colleagues and pupils, and hopefully make some friends and give a good impression.

Mum kissed me good luck and went off to her class, telling me i was going to be great. I only wish i had her confidence, my tummy in bits as i made my way Mr Chivers class, biology. I was dressed very conservatively, as you would expect for someone in my position, wearing a long dress that covered me completely. Mr Chivers was super nice and introduced me to the class straight away. Some of the boys were sniggering and obviously making inappropriate remarks, but Mr Chivers shut them down quickly and made everyone get on with their work.

We spoke at his desk for a few minutes and he told me to relax and wander around the class to get used to the surroundings and pupils. He said it was ok to help anyone if they asked and if i needed him, to just call and he would happily step in. He seemed really nice and put me at ease instantly, helping with my nerves.

Being around teenagers and remembering just how horrible some of them could be was terrifying and it took every ounce of strength i had to keep my composure. I walked down the row of desks smiling like an idiot and nodding my head for some reason, not sure what else to do. All the boys smiled back while the girls seemed totally indifferent to me, not caring in the slightest who i was.

After thirty minutes i was bored, wishing someone would ask me a question. Mr Chivers was talking intermittently, letting the class work things out for themselves, hopefully. They were extracting DNA from a rat and every desk had a rodent sliced open with the boys enjoying cutting it up more than they should. In the end i joined a group of three boys and asked them to explain the process, hoping they would need help.

They were actually very good and had it all in hand but asked me to stay anyway and help, which i did. A little while later another group asked for help, this time some girls. They were very nice, too, so polite and friendly. I stayed with them for quite a while, explaining in more detail molecular biology and genetics. It was fun and i had to stop myself getting carried away and going too deep into things. They were only fourteen after all.

Once i started doing what i was being paid for, the morning past really quickly with the lunch bell ringing loudly and surprising me. All the kids rushed off with a few of the braver boys asking if i wanted to sit with them in the canteen. I politely declined telling them i was going for a swim.

‘Maybe we’ll come and watch.’ One of them said, making the others laugh.

‘If you come you better bring your trunks.’ I replied, grabbing my bag and following them out.

They headed to the canteen as i headed for the pool, assuring me they would join me tomorrow. I smiled telling them it was their pool. When i got there, Jaz was waiting, her face lighting up when she saw me.

‘Ophelia.’ She called out, waving her arms.

‘Well, hello Jaz. Are you going for a swim as well?’ I asked, knowing she was.

‘Of course, i do every day.’ She giggled.

‘Of course.’ I replied sarcastically. ‘Show me where to change.’

She smiled and led the way, skipping as we went into the changing rooms. I expected to see others changing but we were the only two.

‘I thought it would be busy.’ I said, getting out my bathing suit, looking around.

‘Me too,’ she chuckled, busily undressing.

I felt awkward now, not knowing if it was allowed to undress with the pupils and looking again for a cubicle. Jaz was soon naked, her body there for all to see, my eyes drawn to her beauty.

‘Come on, don’t be shy.’ She told me, stepping into her suit.

I almost gasped when i saw her pussy, suddenly feeling like a perv. It was completely bald, just like mine. She saw me looking and smiled, making me blush and turn away. I started undressing with Jaz next to me, her eyes on me as i got naked. I fumbled for my suit with my back to her, hoping she wouldn’t say anything silly. But she came to my front, watching as i put it on, her eyes all over me.

I shivered as i pulled the material over my tits, my nipples already harder than they should be. Jaz looked at them with glee, not hiding her admiration. Hers were hard, too, poking out clearly as well. We both looked at the others, my heart racing as i turned and walked toward the pool door, wanting to get in the water as quickly as i could.

As we passed the big mirror i saw my just how big my nipples looked, shocking me and making me stop. Fuck, i thought, scared to go out the door in case there were others out there. Jaz stopped next to me, looking in the mirror and grinning.

‘It’s ok, you look beautiful, come.’ She whispered, taking my hand.

‘Oh Jaz, i can’t, look at my... ‘ But i couldn’t finish the sentence, knowing how it would sound.

‘Of course you can, let’s go for a swim.’ She said firmly, pulling me through the door.

As soon a i was through it, i rushed to the edge and jumped in, not waiting for Jaz. She called after me, standing on the side. I swam a length and then back to her, stopping next to her dangling legs.

‘Hey, show off.’ She pouted, splashing water in my face.

I laughed and moved back from the edge, treading water and looking around. We were the only ones in the pool, though there were people in the seats to our left. It was a big seated area that rose up and was obviously for spectators when they held competitions. Jaz jumped in and grabbed the side, looking very uncomfortable.

‘Let me swim for a while and then I’ll help you with your technique, how’s that sound?’ I asked her.

‘Ok, I’ll go to the shallow end and do some practicing. Don’t forget me.’