Naive Wanda A Teachable Moment

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Chapter 5: Naïve Wanda: A Teachable Moment

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==== Special Note ====

Sorry for the delay in publishing this chapter, I was hit by a bout of Covid, which set things back a couple of weeks.

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Notes

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This story contains descriptions of the aftermath of an attempted seduction of a reluctant, naïve, barely legal 18-year-old. A barely legal 18 year old who was overwhelmed when an older creep attempted to seduce her - and almost succeeded. Her subsequent thoughts, dreams, and nightmares have an element of coercion, non-consent, humiliation, and submissiveness as well.

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All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18.

I wish to call out a special thanks to

Master_Doctor

for his insightful comments.

Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without the explicit consent of the author (aka me).

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About Me

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In real life, I am a teacher, and I had a student named Wanda in my classes. Like the story, she is Hispanic. Also like the story, she was my neighbor. Living in the same complex over the summer meant that I was privileged to see her in skimpy summer clothes and around the pool in a bathing suit.

As in the story, she was sexy and voluptuous and smart and cute. She was petite, and her body was a mix of Ella Knox and Gabby Carter.

And yes, very naïve about things.

The rest of the story is a fantasy. There is no recap, please first read the preceding chapters of the Naïve Wanda series.

=== Part 1: Comforting Wanda ===

I heard Wanda moaning and screaming. I quickly jumped from the couch and ran into her bedroom. I gently touched her cheek while softly calling her name.

Wanda looked up at me and screamed "No!"

Surprised, I stepped back a bit and said softly, "Wanda, you were having a bad dream. I came in here to see if you were OK."

Wanda looked around the room and pulled her blanket as high as possible. As if shielding herself. From the world. And from me.

"Mr Smith, Is it really you?"

What a strange thing to say. I answered softly, "Yes, Wanda, it's me, I promise."

Wanda whispered, "You must think I'm a baby but I had another nightmare. The worst one yet. It's never going to end, is it?"

Before I could say anything, she broke down. Poor Wanda buried her face in her hands. I walked over and put my arm out to comfort her.

And she flinched. Holy Crap. WTF is going on? I quickly moved away and sat on the other side of her bed.

Wanda wailed, "The bastard had control of me. AGAIN. Make me say and do things AGAIN!"

Her sobbing continued for a long time. I thought I did a good job yesterday supporting her, but now I see that it just wasn't enough. That bastard had a hold on her. What seemed to be an unbreakable hold.

Suddenly Wanda bit her lip and remembered something else. She continued, "And you were kinda in my nightmare. You started off saying sweet and romantic things to me.

"You told me how we were meant to be together. And you will hold me... and always be there for me. Forever." But then she frowned, "But then you told me all of this nasty stuff you wanted to do with me. What you wanted me to do with you. To you.

"I wanted to believe so bad that it was you. I wanted to, so so bad. But finally I realized it wasn't you when it was almost too late." She looked at me, with fear in her eyes. "I just don't know what to believe anymore. Now I'm even wondering if I'm really awake or not." Her eyes darted around the room. She had a crazed look in her eye.

What can I do or say to convince her? Well, like I do when I'm teaching a class, my first thought is to fling some shit against the wall and see what sticks.

"Wanda, you are awake now. I would never take advantage of you like that. You know I'm not a romantic kind of person. I could never say anything romantic." Wanda's face changed; in addition to a bit of relief, I believe I also noticed a flicker of disappointment.

I quickly continued, "I mean, I get so shy and tongue-tied when I'm around someone as pretty as you I can't think straight and my tongue falls out of my mouth and runs away."

Now I was in teacher-mode, able to spew semi-believable bullshit without thinking. "Let me try to say something romantic..." I put my hand on my chin like I was thinking hard. "You are my electron to my proton. Together we'll be complete. As complete as two hydrogen atoms with a covalent bond can be.... Now isn't that romantic?"

Now I was on a roll. I put my arms in front of me with my palms up. "Our relationship will be as stable as any noble gas." Then I put my hands to my chest. "Isn't that the most romantic thing you've ever heard?"

Wanda stared at me for a couple of seconds, squinted her eyes, tilted her head, and shook her head in disbelief. Then she tried to suppress a smile but finally couldn't. Only Mr. Smith could say such nonsense and make it sound funny and even a bit romantic.

She took a deep breath and quietly asked. "It's really you, isn't it?"

"I'm as real as a helium atom and a valence electron". Wanda's mouth dropped, she stared at me, and shook her head again. She couldn't believe the bull I just said. I could read her thoughts...

Only the real Mr. Smith could say things like that.

Then she took a deep breath and reached out, grabbed me and hugged me.

It was a tie between her cheeks molding into my chest and her chest attaching themselves everywhere else.

The floodgates opened. "Oh god, he tricked me by looking and sounding like you, and you were saying things really romantic like how much you wanted us to always be together."

Her face and voice were full of shame and she continued, "In my dream you started kissing me and holding me and touching me and stuff. Saying all these romantic things to me. Part of me maybe suspected it wasn't you but I wanted to believe it so much... and then.. and then you... I mean he... touched me on top and on my bottom while saying these romantic things. And I got really excited.

"Then the romantic stuff stopped and you I mean him were in my dream and saying really bad and nasty things that you I mean him would do to me. And I was still excited! And then when I figured out it was a trick and a nightmare I tried to run away."

Wanda took a breath and tried to compose herself. "And then the bastard came back. Worse than ever. His thingy was so big in his shorts and sticking out so much and I was so scared." But then she whispered, "But then I got even more excited."

Suddenly Wanda realized who she was telling this to. "Oh Mr. Smith, I have no one else I could tell this to. I couldn't even tell this to my mommy. Please don't think less of me for telling you this."

I tried to reassure her, knowing that she was traumatized... Again. Feeling lost and feeling hopeless... Again.

"Wanda, you already know I will never tell anyone. I swear. Always and forever."

Wanda looked at me with a mix of shame and hopelessness. "He called me easy again. A slut again. And he's right. Oh god he'll be in my head forever. He'll never leave. Forever. I don't think he'll ever leave."

Her voice was so soft I could barely hear her. Her eyes had a faraway look.

"And he showed me and touched me with the stuff we watched the other day, the toys and things. I was so embarrassed." She bit her lip and whispered in shame "But.. but... it also turned me on."

Wanda remembered her mommy. The threats the bastard made. "Oh my poor mommy. He threatened to do stuff to my mommy if I didn't obey him. So I said would listen to him. I said I would obey him. I didn't want to, I swear I didn't want to. But I did! It was like blackmail. So I did! I obeyed him! And I called him 'Master'!"

Her eyes teared up again and I could hear her voice wavering. "I was so scared. But I was also more excited than ever. And he threatened to do things to my mommy unless I promised to be his slave. He said he owned me. Said that I'm his slave.. His.. His..." she gasped "His slut slave. And I agreed! I said I would be his slave!"

She was whimpering and then quiet for a long time. I petted her hair gently, wondering what else I could do or say to make her feel better. But I was shooting blanks.

Suddenly she continued, this time with panic in her voice, "What if he comes back and I see him again? You can't be with me all the time to protect me! To protect me from him, or bastards like him!"

Wanda looked at me but her eyes had that faraway look as she was still reliving her nightmare. "If I didn't obey him completely he was going to take my mommy and make her his whore! So I obeyed him like he ordered me to! And he ordered me to start touching myself. And I did! I did!... I called him Master and I obeyed him! He ordered me to touch myself down there! And I did! A lot. It was like my kittie was on fire.

"Oh god, Mr. Smith! Oh god! I obeyed him and I was really close, so close, I think I even started to... to um.. to climax... but then you woke me up." She paused for a second but continued, "But I can't get away from it, it's like I made him a promise that I have to obey him from now on!"

She looked down and gasped, realizing her panties were wet. Very wet. I didn't think she was ready to share that with me. I quickly said "Wanda, I'm going to get a drink of water. Do you want any?" I purposely turned my back and walked to the kitchen.

She quickly said, "No thank you Mr Smith." I heard her bare footsteps as she jumped up and went to her dresser.

I sat down with the cup. Wanda tiptoed into the kitchen. I glanced and saw that yes, she did change her panties. I imagined how wet the other pair of panties must be. I mentally slapped myself, realizing that I was now being the perv. Again.

I made some coffee, and Wanda joined me, still wearing just a T-shirt and panties. Her luscious ass was swaying left to right moving in perfect rhythm with her steps. And not to be left out, her huge boobs jiggled up and down as well.

Sometimes I would watch anime and get a kick out of the impossibly proportioned women on the shows and their jiggling which defied physics. (Yes, I would skip over the boring parts to get to those scenes.)

But now there was no need when I was able to watch Wanda perform the latest episode of 'Jiggle Physics' right here in front of me--in 3D. I could understand that she was so shaken up and traumatized that she didn't bother to change. I should have told her to put on a robe or something.

Why didn't I?

Wanda looked up at me and whispered "He's still in my head. In my dreams. And even when I'm awake. He's still there. I'm scared he will always be there. I think he always will be."

Unlike earlier, she was sadder and more depressed than scared.

"Mr. Smith, my mommy says all guys are like that. Like that bastard. Guys who just want to take advantage of me. And I'll let them. I'll be easy forever."

Her eyes looked down, her face forlorn. Before I had a chance to respond, she continued. "Deep down I'll always be easy. All a guy has to do is touch me or grope me or grab me and then I'll freeze and then they will have their way with me. And I can't stop them."

She thought for a moment. Then her eyes filled up with tears.

"I know I said we'll work together, but I think I was wrong. I don't think I can. Let's forget what I said the other day about working together. I appreciate you trying to help me, but I don't think it will work."

She looked down, defeated. "Because deep down I know I'll always be easy. And I'll have nightmares forever. And he'll be in my head forever."

I was at a loss for words. All I could think of was how it was my fault she met the creep. "Oh Wanda, I'm so sorry I didn't stop the bastard sooner. If I did you wouldn't be having these nightmares right now. I'm so sorry."

Wanda's reply made me feel even worse. "No Mr Smith, don't blame yourself. You stopped him at the right time. It's me. I'm the problem. Whether it's him or another guy, I know I'll never be able to control myself and they could do what they want. I won't be able to stop them and I'll be at their mercy."

She looked at me with a sad smile. "I think it's best if we just forget what I said the other day about working together. I'm sorry I asked you. Because it's hopeless. I'm hopeless."

**

Maybe she thought it was best to release me. Release me from my vow to help her. Our vow. I wish I had an answer for her. I had to say something, anything.

I used my stern teacher's voice. "NO. Not gonna happen."

Wanda looked up at me.

"We are not going to give up. You said to me that we are going to work together while your mom is away. And I agreed. I'm going to hold you to this. Don't you dare quit on me."

"But Mr Smith, I really..."

I cut her off. "I'll tell you what, promise me that you won't quit, at least right now. Can you do that for me?"

Wanda looked down, shrugged, and shook her head slowly, showing me that she had given up hope.

I gasped, realizing what this meant. What would happen the next time somebody grabbed her. What would happen the next time some bully, some bastard, some horny kid, would cop a feel or grope her.

Out of desperation, I raised my voice even louder, as if I was threatening a student with suspension.

"

NO

. Young Lady, You

WILL

keep your promise.

OUR

promise."

I glared at her with the look my parents would give me when I did something really stupid. The look we teachers give students to show we mean business.

"You are

NOT

going to give up. We are

NOT

going to give up. You will

NOT

quit on me. Am I clear?"

Wanda looked up and stared into my eyes for a few seconds. Then to my surprise, she simply answered "Yes Sir. Yes Mr. Smith". I stared at her, a bit stunned by her reaction.

Then I decided to bring it down a few notches and make a stupid joke to help defuse the tension. "We'll think of something. That's our specialty. Maybe I'll show up in your dream and force the creep to sit through an hour-long lecture on the atomic structure of excrement. That will scare him away."

"But Mr. Smith I was serious"

"So am I when I said we'll think of something."

I tried to change the topic, to break her out of her funk. "Let's have an early breakfast. Do you want Waffles again?"

Wanda just sadly shook her head no. "Cereal is OK I guess."

I realized that I would have breakfast with Wanda every day until her mom came home. "OK, I'll be right back."

While I was gone, Wanda's thoughts returned to her nightmare. She wanted to believe that it was really Mr. Smith who was being romantic. That it was the real Mr. Smith saying these wonderful things to her.

Wanda's thoughts returned to the creep. The bastard.

'I knew something was wrong, but I ignored it. I'm such a fool. A naïve, gullible fool. And I do see Mr. Smith looking at me sometimes. Maybe the bastard is right, and maybe my mom is right, that all guys are really like this.

'And I can't believe I called that bastard 'Master'. How I obeyed him completely when he ordered me to touch myself. I was so wet, so excited. It's like he owns me now. Owns me in my nightmares and maybe even in real life. What if I see him again? Or someone just like him? What am I gonna do?'

**

I put on some shorts and bought over some 'old people' breakfast... High-fiber cereal (the one which doesn't taste like cardboard), sesame seed butter, honey, whole wheat bread, and skim milk. I knew Wanda wasn't allergic, as all of us teachers had memorized the names of the kids with food allergies.

Then I noticed that Wanda was still wearing just her T-shirt and panties. And that she didn't even move from the chair while I was gone. The poor thing was lost in her thoughts.

We ate in silence. Neither of us had much of an appetite.

=== Part 2: A Teachable Moment ===

We moved to the couch, and I turned on an episode of 'All Creatures Great and Small'. We both had off-days, and I was going to suggest that we get dressed and maybe drive to the city and go to the zoo or the aquarium or something.

Wanda turned the volume down on the TV. She looked down and sighed "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, really sorry, but we said no secrets. But I'm scared to tell you this."

"Wanda, you can tell me anything. I promise."

"Promise you won't be mad. Please?" She looked at me like a scared little girl. I nodded my head and whispered "It's OK, tell me".

"I'm still thinking about what the bastard said in my dreams. Something about you. Please don't be mad at me for saying this. That you are like all guys. That all you want is to take advantage of me. I know it's not true, I don't think it's true, but I still hear it in my head. Please don't be mad at me. Please?"

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. "Oh Wanda, you know that isn't true."

"Yes I know. I think I know. But in my dream, my nightmare, you were also saying and doing bad stuff to me..." She paused and sighed. "I just don't know what to think anymore. What to believe anymore. Who to trust anymore."

Really? Questioning me? Only I should be allowed to question myself. Wow, that bastard must be dug into her head like a tick.

How could I prove to her that it's not true?

Well. It's also true that part of me would like nothing better than to squeeze those 32-DD's of hers. For a long, long time. And to be the first guy to taste and lick her pussy. And that the first cock she would touch would be mine. That I would be her first, her first in so many ways.

But I also made her a vow.

I shouldn't have been, but I was also a bit annoyed. Angry that she's questioning me and questioning my motives. I've had several chances to take advantage of her, but I never did.

I didn't even realize it, but I was staring at her the entire time while I was lost in my thoughts. I could feel her wilt under my gaze. She quickly said "I have to go to the bathroom" and ran out of the room.

Now I felt even worse, scaring my poor Wanda into running out of the room. How could I make things right? How could I convince her? I thought for a few minutes, and once again came up with something. Something drastic.

I was going to have to take it to a whole new level. I needed to regain her trust, as her world was shattered... again.

In hindsight, I don't know how the fuck I came up with this idea. Maybe the logical part of my brain only works when school is in session. Or maybe that part of my brain is on summer vacation. And all that's working now are my perverted, depraved brain cells.

Or maybe the dark-side midi-chlorins have taken over my body and I really am Darth Pervious, Dark Lord of the Sith, the Chosen One of the Perverted Side of the Force.

**

There's a saying that sometimes you need to jump into the deep end. And drastic measures are sometimes needed.

I decided it was time for me to prove once and for all to her that I have her best interests at heart. That she should put her trust in me. No, that she

must

put her trust in me. For her sake. And if it meant getting another crack at her voluptuous ass and tits, so be it.

I just prayed that this was the right thing to do.

Wanda tentatively slowly walked back into the room, and looked at me with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I bought it up. Maybe we can forget what I said? I'm scared. Please don't be mad at me. Please. Please don't be upset at me. Please?"

She had the look of a young deer in the headlights. A frightened and frozen doe, who just stands there shaking and is too scared to leave and doesn't know if she should run away or hide.