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Subject: {ASSM} The New School - Chap. 2 (Ff+/m, Fdom)
Date: Fri,  7 Mar 2003 16:10:06 -0500
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(c) 2003 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
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alter the concept.
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This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to 
read this story. This story contains adult situations and sexual 
content. If subject matter of this type offends please DO NOT read any 
further. Thank you.
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The New School (Chapter 2)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

        Time seemed to drag for Steven as he sat there waiting for Mrs. 
Danvers. So, he decided to look around his room and see what it was 
like. The little closet turned out to be a small bathroom, with a sink 
and toilet. Meaning that he had to shower somewhere else in the 
building. Flipping on the TV he found that there was a total of two 
stations both educational in nature. His chest of drawers, where he 
figured that his new uniform would be, was still thoroughly empty. 
Though, his desk was a surprise as he checked it. It was well stocked 
with notebooks, pencils, his course schedule, and all of his 
schoolbooks. There was even a pullout drawer with a mounted laptop 
computer on it. Now he knew that the school must be for the rich, if 
they had one of these in every room. He also found a supply of computer 
disks already labeled with his classes on them. Needless to say he was 
impressed.

        When Mrs. Danvers walked in and tapped him on the shoulder he 
nearly jumped out of his skin. She moved very quietly. A tall woman, 
six feet at least, with long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. She 
was wearing what looked like a light blue and pink jumpsuit. She wore a 
kind smile, and had an air of activity even when standing still.

        "Hello Steven, I'm Mrs. Danvers, your athletics director." 
Quickly she gave him the once over. "Have your things arrived yet."

        "No ma'am."

        "Well, I guess that well just have to make do." Taking by the 
shoulder she lead him into the hall and towards the main stairs. As she 
passed a set of open double doors she paused, "This is the shower and 
bathing facility. As of tomorrow you'll have to take your shower 
between five and six a.m.."

        "Why's that ma'am?" Steven asked genuinely curious. He'd assumed 
that he'd be able to do those kinds of things at his leisure.

        "Well, we've had a little problem with one of the other floors so 
we're moving all the girls from that floor to this one. They should be 
moving in some time in the morning." Steven couldn't help paling a bit. 
Now he was going to be surrounded by girls too. "Don't worry we've 
already talked to all the girls involved and none of them mind sharing 
the floor with you."

        "Good. I'm glad." Forcing a smile, he tried not to think of who 
might walk in on him or whom he might walk in on. "They'll know the 
schedule too won't they?"

        "Oh, of course." Mrs. Danvers smiled. "We don't want any 
accidents do we?" Putting an arm around his shoulders she lead him 
through the building common room. It was a large comfortable looking 
room with books and board games stacked on shelves along the walls. A 
large TV was playing a soap opera and a bunch of girls were lying 
around or sitting on the couches watching it. As they passed their was 
a noticeable dip in the conversation which became a hushed whisper when 
they were out of sight. "Don't worry. The girls will get use to you. 
It'll just take a little time." Giving his shoulders a hug she lead him 
out of the building and onto the grounds.

        Right outside the building was a park that seemed to be common to 
three other buildings just like the one he was staying in. It had 
benches and little gazebos here and there, and even a fountain right in 
the center. Making it all quite a site. And of course, there were 
girls, tons of them; running, playing, studying, you name it, there was 
a girl somewhere probably doing it. That by itself made it seem sort of 
surreal. But, the worst part though was the hush that seemed to wash 
over all the activity as he walked out the door. It would have been 
amusing if all eyes weren't slowly turning towards him.

        Mrs. Danvers didn't even seem to notice as she marched him off 
down the walkway. "As you can see we have three other dorms and this 
park is open to all of them. It's always nice to get some fresh air." 
She said flashing him a quick reassuring smile. "Our first stop is the 
main building, so I can introduce you to all your new teachers. I'm 
sure that they're dying to meet you."

        "Um ... I've already met Mrs. Evans." Steven stuttered out trying 
to find anything to take his mind of all those following eyes.

        "Well that's good. Then, I'm sure you've met the Doctor and Nurse 
Craft, also." She said barely checking for his nod. "That makes things 
much easier. Right after you meet the other ladies I'll take you to the 
gym, so I can tell where to put you."

        "Tell where to put me?"

        "Here at Raven Wood we feel that everyone should find something 
physical that they enjoy and are good at. So all the girls are required 
to join one of the sports teams. We have tennis, soccer, basketball, 
softball, baseball, swimming, ... almost everything except golf; we 
couldn't find a decent place to put up a course. But maybe next year if 
the turnouts as good as this one we'll have money to put one in."

        "I like swimming." He quickly put in, hoping that he'd finally be 
able to join a real swim team. Since he and his mother had been moving 
around a lot, he'd spent most of his time at the college pools, while 
she was sub-ing or teaching night classes. In fact he was pretty sure 
that he had gotten quite a bit better with the help of the local swim 
jocks at each of that last three colleges.

        Mrs. Evans stopped and put him at arms length and studied him 
again. "Swimming, hun? That's my sport." Giving him another once over 
she nodded. "You have the right build, but we'll have to put you in the 
water to really see, but that's for later. Now, in to meet your 
teachers." Steven hadn't noticed but they'd walked past all the other 
smaller buildings and were now in front of a large four-story - the 
main building. Steven quickly followed Mrs. Danvers inside. The halls 
were long and made up of shiny brown and copper tiles. Lockers were 
built into the walls between rooms. "Remember this restroom this is the 
only male facility in the main building, so you'll have to come here 
when you need to go. I'm sure that if you're a little tardy from time 
to time most of the teachers will let it pass, since you had to run 
down four flights of stairs. But, try to make use of it when you're 
down on the lower floors, between classes." Steven made sure to lock 
that one away in memory as they walked on. "Here's your class roster. 
Tomorrow you can take a walk around and find your classes. And this is 
the teacher's workroom. Students aren't allowed, but I think we can 
make an exception this time." Mrs. Danvers smiled, at least until she 
opened the door.

        The smell of cigarette smoke poured from the room. Mrs. Evans was 
sitting on a couch with her feet up smoking and reading a book. When 
she noticed Mrs. Danvers and Steven she gave them a sick little smile. 
"Hi Sheila."

        "Betty, we've already had this discussion before. There is no 
smoking in the building!" Sheila sighed.

        "I know. I know." Betty crushed out her cigarette. "With everyone 
else out, I thought I could get a quick smoke in." Sheila raised her 
eyebrow at that. "Or three." Betty amended.

        "Speaking of the others where are they? I thought they'd all be 
in here."

        "The nerd has them down in the new computer room showing 
something off." Betty said sinking back into the couch with a 
disgruntled sigh and a look of longing at her deceased cigarette.

        "The nerd?" Sheila laughed. "I'm sure that Peggy will be happy to 
know that you're still calling her that."

        "Well she is." Betty shot back then noticed Steven standing there 
quietly. "But I think that we shouldn't be discussing that in front of 
a student. Don't you agree?"

        "I guess you're right. Ms. Waverly has them down in the computer 
room, correct?" Betty nodded with a little smirk. "Good. Then I think 
well head over there. See you Betty." She said leaving the room 
expecting Steven to follow.

        "Bye Sheila." Betty said as she pulled another cigarette from her 
pocket and started to light it. "Bye Steven." She winked as she lit it 
up.

        "Bye Mrs. Evans." Steven said over his shoulder as he ran to 
catch up with Mrs. Danvers.

        "Did she light up another one?" Sheila asked as he caught up.

        "Umm ..." Steven tried to think of something diplomatic to say 
without lying to her.

        "I figured." She grinned over at him. "You know you remind me of 
my son."

        "Your son ma'am?" Steven said glad to be let off the hook.

        "Yes, he lives with his father in a town about three and half to 
four hours from here. My husband takes care of him during the school 
year since I started here."

        "Are you divorced?"

        "No." She smiled. "Unlike most of the women here I'm still 
married. My Ralph is a good man and he takes care of Roger while I'm 
away." Steven couldn't help noticing the far off longing look that she 
had as she thought of her husband and son. "If it wasn't for the money 
and the chance to teach such budding young girls I'd be somewhere else, 
where I could spend all my time with them. In a few years, after I've 
trained someone to take my place, I'll find another school. Luckily, 
Roger is still young, only thirteen, so when I leave we'll have enough 
to send him to a good college."

        "That's very noble of you." Steven said impressed by her 
sacrifice.

        "Oh, don't get me wrong." She grinned down at him. "It's not all 
noble. I chose this school. I'm sure that another one might have paid 
about the same, but here I can put my heart into it. Luckily, Ralph has 
always supported my decisions. But, it is hard sometimes, especially 
now since we were just together." Smirking at him she said, "Shame! I 
shouldn't be talking to you about this you're a student."

        "I'm sorry!" Steven stammered turning red all over. "I didn't 
mean to pry."

        "It's alright Steven." She said pushing a little tuft of hair 
from his eyes. "I think it just means that we're going to get along is 
all. Now lets meet the ladies."

        Steven couldn't help but smile a little. It did look like he'd 
made a friend already. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad here after 
all.

        When they walked in he could see a group of women huddling around 
one of the computers. They were talking quietly and giggling from time 
to time like little girls. When Mrs. Danvers cleared her throat they 
all shot up and looked in their direction. All of them seemed to be a 
bit embarrassed, but relaxed when they noticed it was only Sheila.

        "Sheila, come over and join us." Someone said from behind the 
computer.

        "Hello Peggy." Sheila smiled but didn't move. "I've brought you 
all a new student I thought you'd like to meet." It seemed to take a 
second for them to realize what she meant until they noticed Steven 
standing beside her.

        "Oh my!" Peggy said standing up and hurrying over to them. 
Grabbing Steven's hand she started shaking it. "I'm so sorry! I forgot 
you were bringing him over today." She said looking up at Sheila.

        "Steven this is Ms. Waverly your mathematics and computer 
teacher." Sheila smiled at what Steven could only think of as an 
overactive teenager.

        "So pleased to meet you." Ms. Waverly smiled making him reassess 
his opinion of her. When she smiled he could see that she was quite 
pretty, maybe twenty or twenty-two, about an inch shorter then him, but 
with glasses so thick they looked like magnifying glasses. Her brown 
hair was done up into two ponytails one over each ear. And she seemed 
to exude that same active quality that Sheila had, but in a more clumsy 
way.

        "Pleased to meet you too ma'am." Steven replied with feeling. He 
could already tell he was going to like Ms. Waverly.

        "Oh. I like him." He heard Peggy say under her breath as another 
woman took her place.

        "Claire I'd like you to meet Steven." Sheila said. "Steven this 
is Ms. Lacasse your French teacher."

        "Bonjour monsieur Steven." Claire said lightly taking his hand in 
hers. "I'm sure ve vil' 'av a most excellent semester."

        "Bonjour." Steven said clumsily as he tried to avoid Claire's 
eyes. For some reason just her presence near him made him jumpy. She 
was beautiful. Long blond hair, blue eyes, though her nose seemed a 
little long for the rest of her perfectly sculpted features. Steven 
couldn't help but feel intimidated by her as she stared eye to eye with 
him.

        As she stepped aside a hand took his chin and raised his eyes, to 
meet his next teacher. "I'm Ms. Smith your art teacher." Giving him a 
sparkling smile she slowly turned his face from side to side. "Nice 
bone structure," Steven couldn't help blushing, "I'm sure that you'll 
do fine in my class."

        "Thanks." Steven mumbled a little unsure of how to respond to 
that, as she let his chin go. Ms. Smith herself was also a fine looking 
woman. Steven could only guess how they picked their teachers here 
(which of course didn't make any sense). Ms. Smith's short-cropped 
brown hair hung just above her shoulders, and her eyes were like 
piercing emeralds sparkling down on him.

        Taking his shoulders in her hands from behind, Mrs. Danvers 
pulled Steven against her. "Well now that the introductions are over 
I've got a few tests to run on Steven so gotta' run." Sheila smiled. 
With a rush of byes and so longs Sheila steered Steven out of the main 
building and into the gymnasium.

        The building itself was huge: really it was three large buildings 
connected by enclosed walkways. The first building that they entered 
was setup for multiple sports. A track for running, circled the inside 
of the building, and Steven could see the marks set in the ground for 
hurdles and relays. The large mat that covered half the floor could 
only be for gymnastics, though he could see they also used it for rope 
climbing and possibly the rings. The other half of the floor held other 
gymnastics equipment like the balance beam, the pommel horse, and the 
uneven bars. He even saw a few girls there practicing.

        The second building they entered from one of the walkways held a 
full Olympic sized swimming pool in it. The room itself felt moist as 
they entered, and there were changing rooms right by the walkway as 
they came in. Steven noticed that they had both a low and regulation 
high dive, which surprised him, though the building was definitely tall 
enough.

        It took a second for Mrs. Danvers's words to break through his 
excitement. In fact he was sure he heard her wrong. "Excuse me?"

        "Strip off and jump in so we can see what you can do." Mrs. 
Danvers said again. Stoically calm, at least in comparison to the 
utterly shocked expression Steven gave her.

        "But ... but I don't have anything to change into." Steven said 
as if the logic itself were evident.

        "That's fine you can go Greek. Just jump in when your ready and 
I'll start timing you. This should do fine instead of the test I had 
planed. You'll get a thorough work out and I can do all my measurements 
here."

        "Mrs. Danvers I can't."

        "Yes you can, and you will." Sheila gave him a wicked smile, 
checking her watch, as she sat down on one of the benches. "Otherwise 
we can wait half an hour and you'll have quite a full audience in here 
to watch. Swimming practice starts then. So it's just me and you, or me 
you and the swim team."

        Steven was so flabbergasted he didn't know what to say. What 
would happen if he just refused? His mother would kill him for getting 
in trouble on the first day. Sheila gently took one of the hands, he 
was fidgeting with. "Steven don't think so hard about it. Just do it. 
You won't embarrass me, and you don't need to be embarrassed. I've seen 
plenty of boys and men nude in my time, and once you're in the water it 
won't even matter I'm sure." Steven tried to see a way through her 
logic, but the image of a hundred girls staring at him kept popping out 
instead.

        All he could do was nod his head and start unbuttoning his shirt. 
It didn't take long for him to remove the little he had on. By the time 
he was down to his boxers he had a raging hard-on that wouldn't go 
away. When Sheila noticed him floundering she stood up and pulled his 
boxers to the floor, lifting his feet out, one at time. Steven just 
stood there frozen with his dick pointing up at one of his new 
teachers. Clamping his eyes shut he tried to imagine this was all just 
a nightmare, but the steam lingering against his skin shouted 'this is 
reality'. When he felt a soft hand gently touch his penis it felt like 
a shock of electricity jolted up his spine. "Just ignore this and jump 
in the pool." Steven opened his eyes in a daze. Lightheaded he wondered 
to the edge of the pool and dove in.

        The warm water seemed to sap a little of his remaining strength 
but at the same time gave him back a relaxing heat that loosened 
muscles he didn't even know were knotting up on him. After a couple of 
strokes he popped up at the edge a little less conscious of his nudity. 
"Good." Mrs. Danvers said from above him. "Lets get some laps going to 
loosen you up, then we'll see what you've really got." Steven fell into 
a rhythm and let himself flow into the water. He felt comfortable 
there, and not even being naked could throw that off stride.

        Lap after lap Steven kept going, and with Mrs. Danvers pushing 
him on, he felt that pleasant strain he got when he was being pushed. 
The college guys that helped him got him to this place, a place he 
could never reach on his own, and it always felt nice being there 
again.

        As he was about to push another lap out he heard Mrs. Danvers 
call for him to get out. "I'm impressed Steven that was some damn fine 
swimming. Who taught you?" Sheila said as she helped him from the pool 
and started checking his heartbeat as he dried off.

        "Um, no one. I taught myself with a little help from different 
guys swimming at the colleges I've been to."

        "Really?" Sheila said quite impressed with the young mans 
ability. With a little pushing from her and some good coaching she knew 
he could be a name one day. "Well your heart rate's good. You seem to 
be in wonderful condition, would you like to join the swim team?"

        "Really?" Steven almost bounced with excitement. He even forgot 
he wasn't wearing anything for a moment.

        "Yes, really."

        Steven could only nod. He was totally blown away. But a noise 
from the walkway had him shaking in his nonexistent shoes. The swim 
team was coming. This wasn't the way he wanted to introduce himself to 
them. He'd never be able to live it down if they saw him like this. 
Giving a pleading look at Mrs. Danvers, he saw her smile and nod, in a 
flash he grabbed his clothes and rushed into the changing room.

        Struggling into his clothes he heard lots of questions for Mrs. 
Danvers. The worst one was 'Was that a naked boy running into the 
changing rooms?' At least they didn't get a good look, was the only 
thing he could think to console himself with.

        When he left the pool, Mrs. Danvers at his side, he was sure he 
could hear giggles and whispers about him. Even a few directed at him, 
like nice ass, as he blushed his way out of the building. Sheila gave 
him a wink and a chuck on the chin telling him to buck up, as she left 
him alone in his room wondering what was in store for him next.

        After a hot shower Steven laid on his bed and thought about his 
new teachers and his new school. What was to come in the following 
weeks? What was he going to do about friends? It was already dark 
outside when his stomach started rumbling. He couldn't help wondering 
if he missed dinner while he was with Mrs. Danvers. It was about an 
hour later that he decided to go find someone so he could get some 
food.

        Just as he pulled open the door to go out he found Nurse Craft on 
his doorstep. "Hello Steven." Giving him a deadly smile. "Hungry?" She 
said wafting a tray of food in front of him that made his stomach growl 
in response. "I guess so." She giggled.

        "Thanks." Steven said as he invited her in. "I was just about to 
go ask someone about food."

        "I guess that Sheila, I mean Mrs. Danvers, forgot to tell you the 
when and where of dinner." Nurse Craft said with another dazzling and 
amused smile. Patting the bed she had him sit and start eating as she 
sat at his desk. "Well dinner is at six in the dinning area under the 
dorms. It's really quite lovely in there, though I sometimes feel a 
little claustrophobic eating underground."

        "Really?" Steven mumbled through a mouthful of stew.

        "Oh, yes." She gave him a conspiritory wink. "I'm sure you'll 
keep that little secret to yourself."

        "Of course." Steven nodded in earnest.

        "That's good." Giving his hand a light touch. "I'm just here to 
make sure that you take your sleeping medicine before I leave."

        "I don't really need it. I'm sure that I'll be fine."

        "I'm sure you would, but you know doctor's orders." She said 
giving him a couple of reassuring pats on the hand.

        It didn't take long for Steven to wolf down his meal. After all 
the stress and swimming he was quite hungry. Nurse Craft kept him 
talking for a little bit, about the day, and how he felt about being 
here. It took him a while to notice that he was starting to doze as 
they were talking. Like a bolt of nowhere he knew that Nurse Craft had 
given him his medicine in the food he just ate. Before he knew it she 
was helping him out of his clothes, all of them, and getting him into 
bed. Just when he noticed that she was taking his clothes with her, he 
tried to protest, but instead slipped away into a deep slumber.

(c) 2003 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

Other stories at my website http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/naive/www/
Thanks Naive.

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