In the first chapter, we learned how beautiful young Chloe joined a new school in the sixth form and was artfully seduced by the dormitory prefect, Alison. This boosted Chloe's confidence enormously, and she no longer felt like 'the new girl'. She was now part of the school.
In this chapter, we learn that Chloe is having extra physics lessons with the handsome Dr. Wilson.
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Chloe found the topic of electricity to be very difficult. Electrons and protons, positive and negative charges, attraction and repulsion, current, voltage, resistance - and those pesky equations... it was all far too confusing. At the last parent's evening, Chloe was fortunate that her parents had been able to come over from Hong Kong to attend. They had cajoled her physics teacher into giving her extra help.
Chloe liked Dr. Wilson. He was tall and aristocratic, and she estimated that he was in his early forties. She often thought he had been born into the wrong era - the eighteenth century seemed more his style.
Dr. Wilson had agreed to one extra lesson per week. His apartment was on the school campus, so it was easy for Chloe to see him in the evening after school.
Chloe enjoyed the lessons. Dr. Wilson was friendly and proceeded at a pace that she could follow, and gradually her grasp of the subject began to improve. She realised quite soon that she was developing an attraction to him. Although her relationship with Alison was wonderful, and the secret encounters with her after lights out were thrilling, Chloe was fairly certain that she was not exclusively lesbian. She enjoyed being with Dr. Wilson, and once, when their hands briefly touched when she handed him her work, Chloe felt herself blush and her heart skip a beat. She began to fantasise about him and wondered what it would be like to kiss him and have him touch her in her most intimate places the way Alison did.
Chloe was sure that he liked her in return. He often made jokes and would put an arm around her shoulders when she laughed, perhaps the way a jovial uncle would, and she liked that physical contact. As the lessons progressed, Chloe became bolder. School dress regulations did not apply in the evenings, so Chloe could dress in her civvies when she saw Dr. Wilson, and week by week, what she wore became a little bit skimpier, and, on occasions, quite tight fitting. She chose her clothing with Dr. Wilson in mind and also applied as much make-up as school rules permitted.
Chloe was fairly certain that he approved of what he saw, and on many occasions when she looked up from her work, she caught him staring at her, especially if she wore a tight top that emphasised her perky young breasts. When she wore a blouse, Chloe contrived to leave several buttons undone, enough to show a bit of her bra, and on those occasions, she noticed that Dr. Wilson tended to sit by her side, quite close to her, so that a furtive sideways glance afforded him a good look down her blouse.
The lesson on electricity was not going so well. Series and parallel resistance had Chloe quite baffled, and every example circuit that Dr. Wilson gave her to 'calculate the effective resistance between points A and B', left her brain foggy. Dr. Wilson sat at her side, observing her scribbled calculations, and Chloe was making such a mess of it that, for the first time, he began to lose his normally calm demeanour.
"For goodness sake, Chloe, it's a parallel circuit, not series - give me that!"
It was when Dr. Wilson thrust his hand out to pick up her notebook, that calamity struck. As his hand moved in front of her, his little finger inadvertently hooked into Chloe's blouse - two buttons popped open, her blouse gaped wide, and for an instant, almost all of her right breast was presented to his view.
Chloe gave a little squeal and put a hand to her chest to cover herself, and Dr. Wilson jumped up from his seat, sending the chair toppling backwards. Chloe and Dr. Wilson both reached to pick up the chair and managed to bang their heads together, causing Chloe to let out a shrill, "Ouch!"
"Chloe, I am so sorry," Dr. Wilson spluttered, "Gracious me, how could that happen?"
Chloe saw the funny side of it. She knew she had chosen a particularly flimsy blouse to wear that day, one where the buttons undid rather easily. Nevertheless, she had not expected Dr. Wilson to wrench it open! She swiftly buttoned the blouse to preserve her modesty.
"It's alright," she said, "no harm done."
Her head hurt a bit from the bump, and as she rubbed it, Dr. Wilson paced back and forth.
"I can assure you, Chloe, that it was indeed an accident. I would never... but that blouse, are you sure the buttons are all right? Perhaps you could ask Matron to sew on more secure ones?"
"Dr. Wilson," Chloe said, "I assure you, it is fine."
Dr. Wilson stood with one hand on the desk, nervously tapping his fingers on the surface.
She could see how agitated he was, and to put him at ease, Chloe reached out her hand, and placed it over his. It happened quite spontaneously - Chloe felt the need to reassure him, and the comforting touch of her hand seemed natural to her. She immediately realised how inappropriate it was to touch a teacher, and she froze like a rabbit in the headlights.
Dr. Wilson stood staring at her hand on his. Neither spoke, and just as Chloe was about to pull her hand away, he turned his hand palm up, and wrapped his fingers slowly around her hand.
"Come, Chloe," he whispered, and he led her by the hand to the sofa in the corner of the room.
"Sit down," he said, and he sat beside her, holding her hand with both of his.
"Chloe, I have noticed that your dress has been getting a little... casual recently. It is almost as if you were making a statement. Perhaps you were doing it, how should I say... in my favour?"
Chloe felt herself blush at his words. She was not given to lying, and she looked down at the floor and said nothing.
"I take your silence as something of a confession. Does that mean, Chloe, that you are in some way... attracted to me?"
