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18 - Teacher
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Judy was leafing through the local
throw-away newspaper. "I see that that poncy private girls school is
opening their new swim complex in a few days. What's wrong with the beach
and rock pool? They're only ten minutes away." Adam looked up "I wonder
what they're doing for a swim coach? I bet they'll be looking for one
right now." He had been feeling for a while that he should be doing more
than just preening himself for Judy.
So the next day Adam rang up the sports mistress and suggested that they
might need a coach, and could he help? She tried to fob him off,
explaining that the school was advertising for a permanent coach. Adam
jumped over that. "Then you will be needing a temporary one, to give you
time to select the best candidate amongst the professionals. I'll come
round now and you can check me out."
The sports mistress was a Mrs Thorn. She was really into hocky and
netball and knew not a lot about swimming. They went to the pool together
where there were already some girls trying it out, even though it was not
officially open. As they swam, Adam pointed out various deficiencies in
their stroke. "See that girl there, she's swinging her arms wide and then
crossing over. Looks bad and most inefficient. That one there. She's not
kicking properly so her legs are dragging in the water. That's slowing
her down. There is only one breathing bilaterally, all the rest are
breathing every second stroke so their whole action is asymmetric." He
went on to explain what practice drills he would employ to address their
problems. Adam went on, "I'll be frank, I know my stuff as you can see,
but I'm not yet a qualified instructor. What I'm looking for is a
temporary position until you appoint a replacement. Which will probably
not be till next term. It's a win-win situation as otherwise you have no
instructor and those faults will just get embedded in their psyche."
So, he got the gig. Two hours each Monday and Thursday. 3:00 to 4:00 for
the junior school, 4:00 to 5:00 for the seniors, i.e.5th and 6th form.
5th formers typically turned sixteen during the year, 6th formers
seventeen. This being the final term most had already had their
birthdays. He was invited to the opening of the new pool to be
introduced. That put both him and Judy in a tizz. What should he wear?
Most in the audience would be rich, and have sophisticated taste and
judgement in clothes. Should he match them? As it was they decided on a
tailored linen skirt, beige, with a silk blouse, turquoise as an echo of
blue-green pools and oceans. No hat, comfortable heels not too high.
Panty-hose. Suspenders are detectable and far too risqu? for such a
gathering.
The opening was thankfully brief. He was introduced on-stage as "....Miss
Eve McNamara, who has kindly offered to take on the coaching of the
senior school in an interim r?le while we seek to employ a permanent
full-time coach." Afterwards various mothers sought him out. Some fathers
too, though he suspected they were more attracted to the pretty young
coach than the education of their daughters. When he detected some
reservations as to his qualifications he would suggest they come along to
watch him. "You might learn something yourself. I would certainly hope
so." Of course they never did.
Judy had driven him to the opening, but from then on he always cycled to
the school. Initially he would wear culottes and a blouse. Later he felt
a lesser need to be 'proper' and would wear lycra or even ham it up 50s
style with pedal pushers and a tank top. The school itself was on the
ridge behind the village, so cycling up there was a bit of a chore. At
least the downhill home ride was easy. The rest of the ridge was
millionaires row. Expensive fancy houses taking advantage of the water
views and cooling sea breezes to cut the summer heat.
So he started coaching. Usually he swam with the girls so as demonstrate
what he was trying to teach. He was confident in his feminine body now.
When wearing a maillot he wore his merkin underneath and made sure his
gonads were tucked inside. He was fairly sure that even with a close look
his true sex was undetectable. At least provided he avoided erotic
stimulation which might produce a bigger mound of Venus than normal. Even
without makeup the scars on his face were hairline and easily attributed
to a car accident or perhaps a face plant whilst skiing or running.
All the girls responded well to his teaching, especially the older ones.
Rather than being macho he put the emphasis on style, on looking good in
the water. Ideally a splashless hand entry, a full stroke from arm fully
extended in front to fully extended behind when finishing. "Imagine you
are in a tube." He would advise them so as get that compact smooth style.
They appreciated how an almost splashless and apparently effortless
stroke made them look better, and looking better is what being a teenage
girl is all about. A nice by-product of a smooth style is how efficient
it is. As a result some of his girls were getting quite fast, especially
over the longer distances when their inter-school competitors would tire.
It was getting towards then end of the school year and he was wondering
if he would have a position the after the long holidays. This was a
Monday and after his swim class he showered and then changed into his day
clothes in the shower cubicle. Most of the girls changed in the common
area though a few were a bit shy, as he appeared to be, and changed in a
cubicle. He was not so much shy as afraid that some residual traces of
his gender might be noticed, or that the sight of several nubile naked
bodies might stimulate an embarrassing swelling. This day when he emerged
one of his senior girls approached and asked him home to meet her
parents. Her name, according to the class list, was Amy Daly but
everybody caller her Aedee (or A-D) after her initials. He was a bit
surprised. "Well yes, that would be nice," he said. "But why?" Aedee
replied, "I'm not sure. But Lauren, she's my mum, actually step-mum
really, she's on the school board. Perhaps it's about you coaching next
year."
So he followed Aedee as she pedalled along the ridge road to one of those
big fancy houses. Aedee ran into the house and yelling out, "Hi Lauren,
I'm home and I brought Eve, I mean Miss McNamara, with me like you said."
Lauren appeared and if Aedee was a gorgeous seventeen-year-old, then
Lauren was a gorgeous 27-year-old. She certainly didn't look any older.
She also looked somewhat familiar. But then there were lots of familiar
faces in the village. It wasn't all that big. He guessed she was a trophy
wife, a good-looking social secretary to a rich older man. Calling her
step-mother by her first name rather than the normal "Mum" or "Mummy" he
guessed was explained by the few years between them. As he got to know
them the relationship seemed more like sisters or cousins than parent-
daughter.
"Aedee!", she said. "You go and get changed. Miss McNamara and I need to
have a little talk." She offered him tea, which he accepted, and they
took their cups into her what she called her 'boudoir'. Actually a small
room which connected to the main bedroom via a walk-through wardrobe. The
decor was very feminine, but not girly. Pastel colours, silk bedspread,
bits of lace, a chaise longue and a little table. They sat down and made
small talk whilst they sipped their tea.
Then Lauren turned to him and said, "Miss McNamara, I am hoping that this
question is impertinent, however there is a suspicion that you might not
be a complete woman, but a well disguised male. I have to ask you to show
me your genitals, or I can take a swab and have it analysed."
The penny dropped. He realised that Lauren Daly was one of the women he
and Heidi had ravished at the s?ance, and she was the same woman who had
complained to Judy. He thought quickly. A swab would be a dead give-away.
Stripping and being examined would be gross. He chose to confess. He
blushed furiously, then began to cry. Between sobs he explained that he
was originally a boy, had had lots of operations, and now thought of
himself as a girl. "Except that I'm not at all interested in boys. I
really think of myself as a lesbian. I could show you if you like." This
last with a half-smile from under lowered eyelashes.
There was a long silence while Lauren digested the information. Adam
judged it was time to make a further move. He was still sniffing and was
dabbing at his tears with a little lace hanky. "I know I've been very
naughty. Would it make you feel better if you spanked me?" He got up,
went over to the bed, unzipped and removed his Lycra and bent over. He
was wearing very brief briefs underneath and most of his bottom was bare.
He waited.
Lauren could not resist the offer. She stood up deliberately, picked up a
hairbrush from her dressing table, said, "I think you deserve six of the
best, as they used to say in school." She whacked him full force with the
back of the brush which made a smack as loud as a gunshot. Then she
alternated from one cheek to the other so that each one got three smacks
exactly on top of each other. They really hurt and the tears that came
this time were genuine. Once she had finished, Lauren said "OK Miss
Lesbian, prove your worth. Pleasure me." So despite his stinging back-
side Adam gave her the works. The kissing, the slow undressing, the
fingering, the tonguing. He kept raising her to the brink of orgasm, then
would back off and let her cool before starting again. Approaching the
fourth peak he asked "Shall I finish you off, take you over the edge?".
To his surprise she said "Not yet. Show me your boy bit and use it if you
can." So he slipped off his merkin to reveal his laced down cock. "Oh!"
she said, "What a lovely gift. All tied up and presented with a white
ribbon. How cute." So she unlaced him, gave his cock a little kiss and
suck to grow it, then guided it into herself. "Now take me over the edge"
she demanded. And he did.
They dozed a little. When they awoke they chatted a bit. Soon he asked
"Should I have been wearing a condom? You seemed so much in command that
I forgot to ask." "Oh that's all right sweety," she reassured him. "I'm
on the pill so not to worry." She went on "Aedee's on the pill too you
know. You could pleasure her next time you come." That took him aback. He
just did not know what to say, but all sorts of confused questions were
racing through his mind.
"Now don't look so surprised. Aedee and I have been effectively sisters
since I married Richard. We share everything, including our boyfriends.
In fact you would be doing me a favour as I'm usually pinching hers. She
brings them, I fuck them. So now I can return the pleasure with someone
completely different. She'll love it."
He seized on the less dangerous topic and asked "What about Richard? He's
you husband?" She nodded and went on to answer the unvoiced question. "Oh
he doesn't know. We're very discreet, and the one or two times that he's
seen a boy here I've passed him off as a casual friend of Aedee's. I'm
even safer with you. I can pass you off as a beauty consultant or
lingerie sales lady or swim coach" and she grinned.
He thought for a minute. "So what gives with Richard? I mean he is your
husband."
"Oh, he's so busy making money that he hardly has time for sex. When he
does he's usually in a terrible rush. Whip it in, whip it out, and wipe
it as the saying goes." "So why do you stay?" "Why would I go? I've got
all the money I can spend, a great companion in Aedee, I'm a social
lioness on all sorts of boards, including Aedee's school. And all the sex
I want. Life could not be better."
As he rode home to Judy he felt ever more confused. He considered keeping
her in the dark, but she knew him far too well and would soon winkle the
truth out of him, so better to be up front. And anyway, she might have
some sensible suggestions as to how to handle the situation. He was also
wondering how sex would be with what seemed to be a very highly sexed and
experienced Aedee.
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