Comforting Naive Wanda

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Chapter 3: Comforting Naïve Wanda

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==== Special Note ======

Now that the semester is winding down, and I'm not knee-deep in grading papers, I hope to devote more time to adding additional chapters to the "Naïve Wanda" saga.

This chapter may be a little slow-moving for some (no actual sex or groping) but it is part of the buildup for future chapters.

==== Notes ======

Wanda is my naïve and voluptuous 18-year-old student. The previous chapters describe how she was overwhelmed when an older guy attempted to seduce her - and almost succeeded, as well as her subsequent memories, dreams, and nightmares.

If you consider this potentially offensive, close this window or tab immediately. All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

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

==== About Me ====

I am a teacher in real life, and I had a student named Wanda. 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.

Like 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.

Please read Chapter 1:"Naïve Wanda: How it Started" and Chapter 2: "Naïve Wanda: Memories, Dreams & Nightmares" first.

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Part 1: Wanda Calls Me

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I heard my phone buzz. Usually, it's some spam text about a 'Lost UPS Package' or a lonely Russian girl who is less than a mile away and somehow found my phone number. But then my phone started ringing.

I saw it was Wanda's number, so I quickly answered. She was hysterical. Hyperventilating and crying.

"Mr. Smith, I heard a strange noise and thought maybe someone was breaking in. Then I realized it was nothing and went back to sleep, but I dreamt that the bastard was in the room with me. Please don't be upset but I'm all alone and really scared. Can you come over for a bit? I'm sorry I woke you up but I don't know what to do."

"Wanda, I will be right over"

I should have realized earlier that this was the first time Wanda had ever been alone at night. Ever. And after her traumatic experience the other day, this was an absolutely fucking inexcusable oversight on my part.

I will regret this latest lapse in my judgment for the rest of my life. I guess I'll just add it to my other lapses, my other screwups. Like watching Wanda while she was being groped by that perve. She put her trust in me. And I've already failed her. Twice. I realized that no matter what, I could never make up for my fuckups.

I ran over there and quietly knocked. Wanda had the chain lock on. She opened the door a tiny bit, saw it was me, and let me in. She was whimpering.

"You must think I'm a baby but this is the first time I've been alone and I had a bad nightmare. A really bad one. I'm so sorry I'm bothering you. The bastard was here somehow in my bedroom with me, and I was frozen again and he was saying stuff and touching me again. And worse."

She buried her cheek into my chest. I hugged her and she slowly calmed down. "Don't worry, I'm here." I realized that all Wanda was wearing was a T-shirt and panties. Her huge boobs were barely contained under her t-shirt. Every amazing, delicious curve of her figure dominated my view.

Her boobs were flopping everywhere, and her T-shirt barely reached her waist. Every time she whimpered, every time she shook, her huge boobs jiggled and wobbled. I looked down and saw miles of cleavage. Her bare legs and thighs were showing. And her panties. They looked disheveled, like they weren't on right. I decided not to say anything. They had little hearts.

I looked down at her incredible cleavage and could see all the way down to her nipples. Unencumbered by her bra, her tits and nipples were even bigger than I thought, if that was possible. I stared mesmerized for a few minutes before I regained my senses.

If I didn't have my arms around her, I think I would have punched myself in each eye. Or pulled them both out. My eyes deserved to be pulled out of their sockets.

I wasn't any better. In my haste, I was in my slippers, and wearing only a T-shirt and boxers.

She took a deep breath and started to tell me her dream, her nightmare, in between her whimpers "The bastard had control of my dream. Control of me. He told me I was easy and a slut. Said that only easy girls let strangers touch their bum. Only sluts allow stranger to squeeze their boobies. And let strangers touch them in the.. the.. rectum."

She took a deep breath and continued "That only sluts lose control. And he's right!" She took a deep breath. "Oh god it was so bad." She started whimpering louder.

"And he made me take off my shirt and he touched grabbed my boobies. And squeezed them hard. Really hard. And pinched my nippies and squeezed my bum. And touched me in places. Again! And I let him! I didn't stop him! I couldn't"

While I was looking down on her endless cleavage, my mind started to imagine the creep doing these things. Or instead it was me doing these things. Me squeezing her boobs. And her bum. I felt my cock twitch. I realized what a shit I was being and looked away. My eyes deserved to be pulled out. And then stomped on. And then picked up off the floor and placed in a blender.

I held her while she cried and sobbed. What else could I do? Her confidence was gone, again. It was like she was molested again. Traumatized. Again. And in this dream, this nightmare, in many ways, it was worse. The poor thing was broken. Again.

And it's my fault. Again.

For a second, I thought I could sit down and she could lay across my lap, and go back to sleep, but seeing her braless in just a thin T-shirt and panties made me realize that I had the equivalent of the Eiffel Tower sticking straight up.

Wanda, the sweetest, most considerate, most caring person in the universe, has opened herself up to me. She's telling me her innermost thoughts and secrets. She's baring her soul to me. And what is my response? A hard-on?

I don't deserve this kind of trust from her. I don't deserve to be her friend.

I chastised my cock for getting hard at a time like this. But If my cock had arms, he would have looked up at me and shrugged. I covered it the best I could, and she stayed on my chest.

Her cats and little dog came in, looked at me, and promptly lay on the floor and went back to sleep. After a couple of minutes, her sobbing changed to little whimpers.

"Mr. Smith, in my nightmares, I heard you calling me. And then I woke up. So you saved me again. But the bastard also said that you are like all guys. All you want is to take advantage of me. Please tell me that isn't true."

"Oh, Wanda, that has never been true. I swear with my heart and soul I only want the best for you. Please believe me."

"I think I do, but what he said sounded so real. So, so" ... she searched for the right words... "plausible".

Wow, she had some whopper of a nightmare. I should have realized that she should not have been left alone. I'm such a jerk. No, calling myself a jerk is an insult to all actual jerks. I don't think words were invented to describe just how I feel. She was my closest friend, and I wasn't there for her when she needed me most.

The floodgates opened. "Oh god, I was just as powerless in the nightmare as in real life. I didn't want to, but he even told me to do stuff, and I did it! He told me to take off my shirt and I did! He ordered me to take off my panties and I did!"

"I never felt so helpless! Ever! He even made me take off my panties. And then he made me bend over so he could see my butt and butthole and kittie!"

I pictured this in my mind's eye and felt my cock jerk. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Wanda continued between whimpers, "And he touched me again! And I got aroused! He told me I was easy. A slut. And to admit it! To tell the truth. And I did! I did!"

"I admitted to him that I liked it when he touched me. I told him that I wanted him to touch me even more! I told him I liked it when he squeezed by boobs! And I told him that I'm easy. I told him I'm a slut. And it's all true! All true!"

"I told him I'm a slut who likes it when he touches and squeezes my boobies. Hard. And I do! I do like it!"

"Oh god he'll be in my head forever. He'll never leave. I'll be trapped in my nightmare. When I'm awake and when I'm asleep. Forever."

I held her for a bit, and realized she wasn't getting any better. If anything, she was getting even more tense. And my cock needed to be rearranged before Wanda saw through her tears what was happening.

I needed to do something.

"Wanda, do you have any Chamomile or Sleepy-Time Tea?" Not my best idea, but at least it was something.

"My mom keeps some on the top shelf."

I made two mugs of tea, and came close to pouring some boiling water on my guy. To teach him a lesson. I sat down as best I could to hide my obvious hard-on. We sat there quietly, Wanda stared at her mug. She spoke to me in a small voice.

"I admitted everything to the bastard. That I'm easy. That only a slut like me would let a stranger grab them and kiss them in the mall parking lot. He made me say it. And I did! I agreed with him! Because deep down I think it's true. I told him to stop but he wouldn't. "

My poor Wanda took a deep breath and continued... "I looked for my mom and remembered she wasn't home. I was all alone. I called your name to see if you were around, but you weren't."

"I was so scared. Helpless... So so scared...so humiliated... "Then she whispered in shame "but also aroused. I didn't want to, but I got excited. He told me that I was a slut... and that since I liked it when he touched me back there that I was a... a... backdoor slut. An anal slut."

She sobbed softly "And I agreed with him! Admitted it to him! I said it out loud to him. Oh god."

"When I tried to fight it, he spanked my tush and forced me to say it. Said he would spank me if I didn't listen. Said I should call him 'sir'. And I did. I diiiiid. I called him 'sir'!"

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, to calm her down. Wanda simply put her hand out and stopped me. I guess she needed to tell me. I also realized that my cock deflated upon hearing her so upset. So broken. Perhaps there was hope for me yet.

Wanda continued... "He was telling me stuff he was going to do to me. I wasn't even sure what some of it meant, it sounded so demeaning and dirty and naughty and even.... " she looked down in shame, and whispered, "perverted."

Her voice was so soft I could barely hear her. "In my dream, I was getting really excited. More excited than ever. But even though I was scared, I felt myself getting really excited and my kitty getting aroused and even wet. When I woke up my panties were wet and I needed to change..." She stopped herself, realizing what she was going to say to me.

We finished the tea, and I sat back down on the couch. Wanda also sat down, but not near me. She looked at me and quietly asked "Mr. Smith, I know I'm what kids call 'easy', but am I really a slut?"

I realized something. "Wanda, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but you said you tried to fight it? " A small nod yes.

"Maybe that's a good sign. That means that you didn't like what he was doing. So maybe what we did the other day is working a bit. You wanted him to stop. Sometimes in dreams, people can't even do that. But you did. Try to remember that. "

Wanda nodded, a tiny bit relieved, and added "Just before I woke up, I even told him no."

I was surprised. I added "That's an even better sign. Just the fact that you didn't like proves to me that you are not what he said."

Remembering back to one of Wanda's favorite classes with me, a research lab class, I emphatically stated "The null hypothesis has been proven. The alternate hypothesis has been disproven. You are not a slut."

I decided to reinforce it. "And you even said 'no'. That absolutely proves to me that you're not what he said in your dream. I am convinced. And you should be as well. You said no. We are going to reject the alternative hypothesis and reject it with prejudice. And then we are going to flush it down the toilet. The null hypothesis has been proven. Again. You are not what he said."

Wanda nodded again, a tiny smile remembering the class I taught. But then her face dropped.

"But I'm easy, right? No secrets."

Oh well. That didn't work. And no matter what I say, or how I answer her, it will hurt her feelings. But I couldn't lie. All I could do was rephrase it differently.

"You appear to be easily aroused."

"That's the same thing. You are just using big words to try and make me feel better. Tell me the truth. The absolute truth. No secrets. I need to hear it."

There was no way for me to sugarcoat this. I started over again.

"Let me try again. The truth. You appear to be easily aroused. Right now, you could get aroused by someone touching you or grabbing your erogenous zones. Yes, some guy could grab you or pull you into a closet or something. If you don't do anything, and let it happen, and more, then yes, that could be interpreted as 'easy'. "

Wanda's looked down and I heard her groan in despair. I quickly continued.

"But... and this is important... If you tell that guy to stop, to say 'no', and then turn around and punch him in the nose or, even better, kick him in his nuts, then that's the opposite of easy. Controlling your reaction and keeping your situational awareness is something we will work on. Like we promised. Like we swore. That's our vow."

"You did say no in the dream. That's the first step. A really important step. "

She looked up at me and spoke through her tears. "Maybe you are right. I hope you are right. I was just so scared. Still scared."

"And Mr. Smith, there's something else... When I was spanked, besides it hurting, I had other feelings." She looked down, embarrassed. "I think I got a little... excited... Do you think I may be a... a..." She searched for the right words... "a submissive? "

She continued "I'm also scared that since I got aroused when the bastard was saying nasty, like kinky things, perverted things, that may make me a pervert as well."

"Please tell me the truth. No big words. The absolute truth. No secrets. I need to hear it."

I'm not sure she was ready to hear the truth. That she did get very passive when touched. But was she a submissive? It would explain a lot. My thoughts started to wander down that path. I actually pinched myself. And as everything seems to excite her, I wouldn't be surprised if saying or doing something 'nasty' would excite her as well.

I decided to answer truthfully... "Wanda, the truth. You already know that anything we say to each other is between us. Forever."

"I guess it depends on the definition of what 'perverted' means. If there are two willing partners, then in my opinion, experimenting with stuff, exploring sexual fantasies, like dirty and nasty talk, and even spanking, is OK. The key is that both partners are willing and both consent. Mutual consent."

"But do you think I could like that stuff? Be like that?" I could hear in her voice a combination of arousal and shame.

"I really don't know. All I do know is some guys and some girls like being submissive, and enjoy not being in control, and some guys and girls like being more active... more dominant. Same with some of the kinky stuff like dirty talk and other things."

I fell into lecture mode. "And it's not all-or-nothing. Sometimes when couples do what's called role-playing, they can become submissive and stuff for one time. And that could include spanking and tie-up games and bondage like handcuffs and stuff. Being helpless."

Wanda's eyes opened wide when I said 'bondage'. I guess I went too far.

She asked quietly "Have you ever done anything like that? Like spanking or the other thing?"

"I hope I'm not saying too much, but yes, a couple of times. A long time ago. Again, it is something that both partners need to agree to. Mutual consent. Safe words. But I think we can talk about this another time, not now."

In the past, I had to sub for sex-ed, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I would be tutoring sex-ed to a braless, half-naked ex-student of mine, alone, in her apartment.

Wanda said softly "I guess I will need to find out if I'm really a submissive or the other things. I can't find out at the wrong time. I just can't! We can't"

Oh geez, an eighteen-year-old goddess experimenting with her submissive side? Spanking? Bondage? With me? Something else to add to my fantasy list. I also felt a bit guilty about thinking this way. I imagined Darth Palpatine and Satan were congratulating each other on my evil, perverted thoughts.

I felt the need to end this on a positive note...

"Let's talk about that another time. But don't forget, you didn't like what was happening in the dream. And you even said no. That's really important. That's the first step."

She looked up at me again with those big eyes. "I hope you are right. I was just so scared. I still feel scared. It's like he's going to be there as soon as I fall asleep. I pray you are right."

It hurt so much seeing my little Wanda like this. I forced a smile. "Wanda, I'm a teacher, that means that even if I am wrong, I am still right"

Wanda smiled again and yawned. I scooted over next to her. For a second, she tensed up. "Just a hug. That's all. I promise. If I do anything else, you have my permission to punch me in the nose. In fact, I insist. That's your homework assignment. To punch your teacher and break his nose."

Another little smile. Wanda put her head on my shoulder and sighed. I was sure to keep my hands in plain sight. One was around her shoulder; the other was strategically placed to cover my hard-on, which was quickly growing again—the hard-on I always had whenever I was near her.

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Part 2: Wanda Finally Falls Asleep

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After a couple of minutes, her breathing became regular, and she dozed off. The poor thing was so exhausted. When I was sure she was asleep, I carefully picked her up and carried her into her bed. I really did my best not to cop any feels - but with such huge boobs and ass, it was inevitable that my hands did touch her treasures. But I will be sure to tell Saint Peter - or Satan - how careful I was.

Her cats and puppy followed her in. I guess they were as trusting and naive as she is.

Once Wanda was in bed, I couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous body. Breathtaking. I couldn't take my eyes off her. This was the first time I was finally able to look at her without sneaking in side glances. I would ogle her from a distance, or when I thought she wasn't looking. Now for the first time, I was able to look at her without worrying that she would catch me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself.

I started at her shapely legs. and slowly gazed upward. Taking in every inch of her hypnotic curves. I gasped when my eyes reached her panties. They weren't anything sexy or special, but they fit her stunning body like a glove. Her panties may well have been shrink-wrapped to the incredible globes of her beautiful ass. I could see a hint of hair sticking out between her legs, and her amazing ass jutted out on all sides.