It was the last day of the school year, and my last day at West Lakes Academy. I was boxing up all my personal stuff and papers as I heard a knock and my door swung gently open.

“Hey Tia, aren’t you supposed to be in French?”

“Probably,” she replied, “but I thought I’d come say goodbye properly before you dash off.”

“Thank you, Tia, but I’d rather you didn’t get into trouble, you can say goodbye at the end of term assembly.”

“Yeah, I could, but everyone will be there, I might not get to see you...” she replied, a note of real sorrow in her voice that touched me deeply, “ ... why are you leaving anyway, don’t you like it here?”

“I love this school, but my girlfriend has got a great job over the other side of the country. We moved here for my job, so we thought it only fair now she’s got a job that pays more than mine, we move to be closer to her job.”

“Will you be out of work, sir?” Tia asked, real concern in her voice now.

“Oh no, I’ve got a job at a school very similar to this one.”

“Ahh, that’s good news...” she didn’t make it sound like good news.

“Cheer up, Tia. You’ll have Mrs Sandham next year, she’s a great teacher.”

“Yeah, but she’s not as much fun, and not as nice to look at,” she added quietly.

“You’re in school to learn, not look at the teachers,” I replied, smiling.

“Yeah, but you look at us...” Tia pouted.

Ahh, she has a point there.

“You spend most of the lesson looking at Macie.”

“I do not look at Macie,” I replied, well not as much as I looked at Tia, who was really quite beautiful. I’d taught Tia’s sister Sophie a couple of years before, she was a real beauty with a great figure. If it were possible, Tia is even more beautiful. It would be a minor miracle if any of the year 10 girls in my new school were even close to Tia and Sophie.

Tia was staring at the floor, “do you look at me,” she asked, nervously.

“Sometimes,” I replied.

What the hell, I’ll be gone in a couple of hours, so I may as well be honest.

“I always thought your sister was the most beautiful girl in my classes. You’re even more beautiful.”

Tia blushed and dashed out of the room.

I shrugged my shoulders, wondering if perhaps that wasn’t the right thing to say.

Whatever ... like I said, I’ll be gone soon.

I resumed packing my stuff.

Ten minutes later, Tia returned.

“Sorry for dashing off,” she said brightly, “I err ... well ... mmm...” she muttered as she stepped up close, very close, close enough that I could see inside her blouse, and unless my eyes deceived me, she’d removed her bra.

Interesting.

“I was wondering...” Tia continued, sounding nervous again, “well, my parents are away, and I thought, maybe, you’d like to see what I looked like ... properly ... out of uniform, you know.”

Ahh, now this I didn’t expect.

“And, you know, I’d quite like to see what you look like ... out of your school clothes.”

“Ahh...” I started, trying to think of a diplomatic way to let Tia down gently, “ ... that’s a lovely idea, but, you see, I already mentioned I’ve got a girlfriend, and she’s kind of expecting me home.”

Tia wasn’t deterred, “couldn’t you tell her you’re going out for a meal, a farewell dinner or something?”

“I could, but that’s where we’re going tonight, a farewell dinner with the Humanities department.”

Tia unfastened another button on her blouse, “OK, so tell her you’re going for a couple of drinks.”

Ahh shit, I was crumbling, and she spotted my hesitation, she stepped closer still, pressing her young breasts against my chest.

“Maybe I could come round for a chat...” I offered.

“That would be nice,” Tia replied as she rubbed her thigh against my groin.

“Why don’t you come back here after the end of term assembly, you could help me carry these boxes to my car.”

“Yes! I could do that,” Tia replied. She stood on her tiptoes, gave me a quick kiss and dashed out of the door.

I looked down at my bulging pants.

Shit, what have I agreed to?

An hour later, with my erection safely subdued, Tia followed me from the school hall to my classroom.

I’d been at this school for 6 years, and everything I’d accumulated was in 5 cardboard boxes and a couple of canvas shopping bags. Tia cheerfully helped me carry everything to my car.

“I know you can’t give me a lift home, someone might see us,” Tia said as she slipped me a piece of paper, “this is my address, I’ll be home in 15 minutes. Why don’t you say goodbye to your friends, then join me in half an hour. I’ll leave the gate open.”

With that she ran across the quad to catch her bus home.

I shook my head, has she been planning this?

I locked the car and wandered back into school, where the Head was shaking hands and pouring bubbly. I mingled for 20 minutes, not really concentrating on the conversations, my mind elsewhere.

As people started drifting away, I said goodbye to the Head and the other members of the Leadership Team, then filed out with my now former colleagues. I think my legs were steady, nobody commented at any rate.

Sitting in my car, I paused before I pushed the starter.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I could be arrested.

She is a rare beauty though, tall, blonde, slim, lovely breasts and a quite wonderful behind.

I counted to 10, trying to think of a reason to not drive round to Tia’s.

Nothing came to mind, besides arrest, Rhian leaving me, losing my career, jail...

Fuck it, this is my last chance to see Tia, clothed or naked, and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.

After tapping her postcode into the sat nav, I pushed the starter, turned the radio up loud and drove out of the car park and across town.

I was surprised when my sat nav directed me down a cul-de-sac of large detached houses, number 15 was at the end on a large plot with a circular driveway. The front garden was decorated with a rainbow of coloured gravel surrounded by slate chippings. Around the yard were trees and rose bushes in large terracotta planters.

This was a nice house, reflecting Tia and Sophie, who were both nice girls who’d caused me very little trouble these last few years.

Tia opened the door as I climbed out of the car, she was smiling as she greeted me with a hug.

“I was a little worried you wouldn’t come,” she whispered.

“I almost didn’t,” I replied, “I could get into so much trouble coming here.”

“Who’s going to know? Nobody else on this road goes to our school.”

She had a point, so I followed her inside.

I looked around, the inside of the house was as fancy as the garden, the hallway was painted white, the floor was a chequer board of black and white ceramic tiles, on the wall were family portraits and landscapes.

Tia stepped into a room on the left, the curtains were drawn, the room lit by a series of lights around the wall, each light picking out a painting. As I cast my eyes around the room my heart leapt as I caught sight of Sophie on the sofa, she too was wearing her old school uniform.

“Hey Mr Collins...”

“Hey Sophie, how’s life at college?”

“Better than school,” she replied, smiling.

“I didn’t realise they had a uniform at college,” I said, pointing at her skirt and tie.

“Well, you know how it is, when your favourite sister says she’s bringing her teacher home and asks you to wear something special.”

While I’d been talking with Sophie, Tia had slipped out of the room, she returned with a can of lager.

“Why don’t you sit in dad’s armchair and rest while Sophie and me give you a show.”

Tia placed the can on a low table beside a comfortable looking recliner, I sat down and waited for whatever was about to happen.

As I opened the can, Tia took Sophie’s hand, pulling her sister to her feet. They moved to the middle of the room, standing before me, side-by-side.

I looked at the sisters as I took a drink of the ice cold lager, they were alike, but different.

Practically the same height, Tia maybe half an inch taller than her older sister, their faces were almost identical, but where Tia’s face was framed with long, blonde hair; Sophie’s was red, and unless she was very thorough and dyed her eyebrows, she was a natural redhead.

As I said before, both girls were slim with nice sized breasts, C-cups at a guess. Sophie’s being a little bigger than Tia’s.

I took a second sip of the lager before placing it on the table, as I looked up the sisters turned to face each other, they moved closer and kissed, a long, sensual kiss.

The casual ease of their kiss made me think this wasn’t their first.

I watched as Sophie cupped Tia’s arse, her other arm cradled the back of her sister’s head. Tia mirrored Sophie and they slowly turned as they kissed, finishing where they started, side on, their lips locked, their breasts pushed together.

In all my days, I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed anything quite so erotic.

“Are you OK, Mr Collins?” Tia asked as they parted.

I tried to say yes, but their show had robbed me of my voice. I grabbed my can and took a long pull of the lager. When the can was empty, I put it down and tried to speak.

“I think you should call me Dave...” I told them.

“Did you enjoy our show, Dave?” Sophie asked.

“Very much,” I replied, “very, very much.”

Tia reached up and started to unfasten Sophie’s tie, she pulled it out and tossed it in my lap. Sophie did the same, removing Tia’s tie, tossing it in my lap as Tia slowly unfastened her sister’s blouse.

A moment later, two blouses joined the ties in my lap, I breathed deeply, the scent from the blouses was intoxicating.

I lifted my eyes, before me the girls were once more side-by-side, they held hands, legs lightly apart. Two girls in checked skirts, knee socks, black shoes and pink bras.

I blinked twice, my brain somewhat befuddled by the beauty before me, and the rather rapid intake of lager.

As I was blinking, Sophie reached out and unclasped Tia’s skirt, as it tumbled to the floor, Tia did the same to Sophie’s skirt.