Fantasies Revisited - 1. The Study
With thanks to Jem, my editor ;o)
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“Jenny Jones. Come in here.” The girl took a deep breath and opened the door of her headmasters study gingerly. She wanted to be defiant, as she would have been if this interview were with any of her form teachers, but Mr Wilson was different. She had always liked him and appreciated the support and advice he offered all his students. But she had also always suspected he had a soft spot for her. Something about the way his stern face softened when she talked to him and his deep voice became gentle and warm. Jenny had already admitted to her classmates that she had a huge crush on Mr Wilson and was therefore half embarrassed and half excited to be summoned to his office under these circumstances.
When she entered she saw him sitting at the usual place behind his desk. She pushed the door closed softly behind her and watched him. He was leaning back in his chair, his hands resting comfortably on the armrests as he stared at nothing, obviously mentally deciding what he would say during the coming interview. Jenny sighed, she hated to disappoint him but at least when she was in trouble she had all his attention.
Jenny walked towards Mr Wilson but hesitated when she reached the middle of the carpet. She stood straight and still, feet together. Quickly tugging her knee length blue skirt into a neater line with one hand and tucking in the front of her white cotton blouse with the other before clasping her hands in front of her and looking down at the floor submissively. She had tied back her usually unruly long hair in an attempt to look neat and studious but she wasn’t sure he would buy it. She risked a glance upwards to find him staring at her intently, his face was stern and he scowled slightly and then snapped, ”Come forward!” Immediately she stepped forward to stand directly in front of his desk, eyes cast down, waiting for what he might say next and how he would deal with the situation.
John Wilson leant forward, resting his elbows on his desk and steepleing his fingers as he watched the girl. There was no denying Jenny Jones was one of his favourites, and not only because her mother was rich and neglectful and tended to give the school enormous donations in lieu of taking any interest in her daughters life or education, nor was it because Jenny herself was very pretty and vivacious and clearly had a huge crush on him. No it was more than that. She was very bright and had courage and sensitivity and was powerfully independent in the face of her parents indifference … this combined with a tangible sexuality that she was becoming all too aware of. He had admitted to himself that he found these were very attractive qualities to him. In the girl.
John also knew Jenny had a real creative flair for music and acting which her teachers had tried hard to encourage, as had he, hoping to use drama as an outlet to curb her endless quest for adventure outside her studies. He also hoped that by exploring adult themes in her drama group it might limit her enthusiastic curiosity about relationships and her own desires. But Jenny was wild and was forever in trouble of one sort or another and he had always tried to protect her. This time though, she had gone too far.
Jenny had been before him in the past after she’d been found in compromising situations. Twice she had been found in bed with one of the girls in her dorm room. The first time, Jenny and her friend Katie were discovered giggling and cuddling on one of the beds in a four-bed dorm room. But there had been other girls in the room sleeping on this occasion. The second episode was more serious. The House Mistress had found Jenny and Katie alone in the room – both girls were naked and passionately kissing. There was also the night the caretaker had found Jenny with the young gardener. The young man had sworn they had done no more than kiss and smoke a joint, and John had chosen to believe the story and he’d merely fired the gardener and allowed Jenny’s Form Teachers to handle her punishment. This current situation was far more serious.
The day before Jenny had been found in the shower block of St Mathews Boys School at the opposite end of the village. She had been naked and under the shower as two boys from the 6th form stood against the wall watching her. She was obviously enjoying teasing them with her young body and allowing them to watch her fondle her breasts and ass under the hot soapy water. That would have been bad enough but as both boys had been found with their trousers round their ankles intently wanking off as they stared at her, her soft breathy voice encouraging them. This was not something that could be laughed off as a childish prank.
Against his will John had a sudden sharp image of Jenny naked and wet, her hands fondling her breasts, her long hair dark from the water and clinging to her shoulders and arms as she leant back against the tiles and spread her legs, smiling inviting as she sighed, “Want to play Sir?”… he shook his head sharply to clear it and tried to ignore the twitch in his cock at the thought. He’d been very reluctant to admit to himself that he desired this girl very much.
John had always been a dedicated educator and had never for a moment doubted his intentions with the young women in his charge. He had never felt anything but the most paternal affection for ‘his girls’ and so Jenny’s impact on him had shaken him. She had somehow gotten under his professional detachment, and his discipline. In the six months she had been at his school he had found himself imagining how her body would feel under him, how her mouth would feel … he shook his head again and swallowed as he turned to look at her.
Her skirt was a little big for her and was low on her waist but her white shirt was rather small and was pulled tight across her breasts, the buttons clearly under some strain. The long blonde hair she had tried to keep neatly tied back was coming loose from the band and soft tendrils curled around her face as her large expressive eyes glanced up at him nervously through her lashes.
John rose and leaned upon his desk to bark at the wild child who stood before him trying to look so innocent, “What did you think you were doing?” Jenny shrugged her shoulders. “Answer me”, he hissed, “Have you any idea how much trouble you have gotten us into? The headmaster of St Mathews wants to have all the parents involved down here, he wants you expelled and this school publicly reprimanded. Can you imagine what affect it will have if this is made public, if the parents of the other girls find out? Do you even care that you’ve not only damaged your own reputation beyond repair but brought the whole school down with you?”
Her eyes widened and she looked truly remorseful, but he knew her too well. “Oh don’t give me that look, it won’t wash. You have to stop this Jenny. You have to start thinking of consequences, not just for us as a school but for yourself. What if the situation had gotten out of hand? You were alone with two boys in an isolated place. Can you imagine the sort of things that might have happened to you?”
She put her hands behind her back, which had the effect of pushing her firm high breasts forward against the thin cotton of the blouse. John tried not to imagine her firm breasts wet and covered in warm soap bubbles. He failed.
