Time for a lesson

It's late one autumn afternoon at St Augustine's. Miss Moone has a late maths class.

St Augustine's boarding school is one of the oldest and most prestigious private boarding schools in the country. Miss Sophie Moone has taught here for about 4 years. At 28 she's one of the younger members of staff at the school, her youthful radiance noticed by many of the boys (and some girls) in her classes.

St Augustine's was a rare mixed boarding school, having been accused of favouring students with extremely wealthy parents it opened it's doors to a larger audience, subsidising around 30% of their pupils entry fee's with those of the remaining 70% to produce a fair mix of social and cultural backgrounds at the school. All students there were high achievers, although many had behavioural problems. For this reason, although the school itself was mixed, the residences were separate from the school, divided into three wings which surrounded the school on 3 sides. The boys residence was on the east side of the school, the girls on the west, and the teachers residences and detention rooms were on the north face. These detention rooms were used to conduct regular detentions as well as overnight punishments (a sort of solitary confinement with only the bare essentials - a far cry from the numerous facilities boasted by the normal pupils residences).

Miss Moone herself was a fair woman, with what she would call an ample chest. Her 34C's gave her some drawing power, but it was her bum that really got men going. At least, that's what they told her. She herself couldn't really see what the big deal was. It was just a bum.

Miss Moone was bored with the lesson, and was glad when the bell rang for the end of the day. As students handed in their books she noticed one of her flock had been staring at her for much of the lesson. She looked at her seating chart to read the name Becky Hunter.

Becky Hunter notices Miss Moone noticing her, and looks sheepishly downwards whilst she collects her books to head out of the door.

Miss Moone watched Becky as she stood up, pulling her books to her chest. Becky was a petite girl with a full chest - measuring probably a B cup if Miss Moone's eyes were to be believed. Her fair skin and cute freckled face gave away an innocence that Miss Moone had craved for a long time. On the top of her head grew a mildly red head of hair, which accentuated her bright green eyes. Miss Moone had observed this many times throughout the year, and found herself drawn into this girls innocent demeanour.

Becky Hunt wondered towards her teachers desk..