Naïve Wanda: How It Started

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==== About Me ====

In real life, I am a teacher, and I did have a student whose name was 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. The story does start a little slow, but I hope you like it.

====Part One: Naïve Wanda: The beginning======

Teaching in a public school is the pits. Luckily, I was able to find a job teaching math and science in a Magnet School.

At least being in a magnet school meant that most kids were smarter than average and most were eager to learn.

Wanda was one of those students. She looked a little older than the rest of the kids in the class. She was smart, so while I don't believe she was held back, perhaps she transferred from another school and lost a grade. I did hear a bit of a Hispanic accent. She had olive colored skin, dark brown hair, and dark eyebrows.

She was quiet, shy and very introverted. While she wasn't great in science, she was eager to learn and studied hard.

She wanted to be a veterinarian as she loved animals. She never wore the latest fashions, and I have the impression that her family was not as rich as some of the other students. Yeah, like those rich dumb ones who probably were accepted after their parents made a huge donation and said their kids were 'special', which also made their kids feel 'entitled'.

Wanda had dark features, with curly hair, most likely from her Hispanic background. She was cute and you could tell she was going to have a great body. She wore jeans that showed her ass off wonderfully but wasn't borderline slutty like the other kids. Wanda also wore clothing which was a bit out of fashion and a year older than the rich kids whose parents always paid for whatever latest thing was at the mall which they all had to have. Unlike those rich kids, who always wore the latest fashions and would throw out clothes if even the tiniest stain or wrinkle appeared.

She also joined the Abstinence/Chastity Club which us teachers did not officially know about but of course we did. All the teachers, especially the male teachers, especially were interested in hearing when someone left that club.

Wanda laughed at my stupid jokes, paid attention, did extra credit. While she was on the shy side and extremely introverted, she was engaged in my class. While some of her friends talked about boys and stuff (don't think that us teachers don't hear these things), she always stayed quiet and reserved.

She wasn't the smartest student, those who had a photographic memory and were smarter than their teachers, or at least thought they were (Didn't you hate kids like that in school?). But she was a good student.

As I was bucking for tenure, I had a lot more office hours than most, and even kids who were not in my class would stop in and ask me for help. Wanda would stop in whenever he did not understand a homework assignment, or needed help before a quiz, even if wasn't for my class.

Since I was the youngest full-time teacher there, I did my best to make science and math fun. Thus, I was known as the "cool" teacher. While some of the older faculty would teach by theory -- with everyone wondering "when are we ever going to use this?" -- I liked giving concrete examples. Truthfully, that was the way I learned best in school. My tests were hard but fair and word got around that if you weren't a slacker, you not only could pass, but you may even (gasp) learn a lot.

As I did not have a steady girlfriend, I watched a lot of TV, surfed the web, and subscribed to a couple of streaming services. I even watched those teeny romance shows that made me want to throw my TV out the window. But I was able to use examples from those shows to attach to boring or theoretical topics. The kids' eyes always perked up when I have an example from some show that they couldn't imagine any teacher would ever watch.

Wanda in particular would laugh and say, "You also watch that?" She finished my class with a well-deserved A.

I got the impression she really enjoyed my class, and I enjoyed having her in it. The following year she was not in any of my classes as I taught the lower grade in a different wing of the school (and I did miss her). I almost wished she would mess up a test and stop in for help, like she used to do. I asked my colleague Mary how my former students were doing and heard how some of them started to slack off, some started to mess around with booze or recreational drugs... or with each other.

I matter-of-factly asked how Wanda was doing. Mary smiled and said "She's a gem. She's acing everything. It's like she already took all of my classes. I asked her about it, and she said that you did such a great job last year and you made her so interested in the STEM subjects, that she went to the school library in June and borrowed and read all the books from this grade already. So, my classes this year are like a review to her. But she stills pays attention in class. You did a great job motivating her."

I smiled and nodded. Then Mary smiled as well and continued "She's still really introverted and shy, even more so than last year. She has really filled out and grown. A LOT. She's been teased about it a bit, which has made her even more withdrawn. You may not even recognize her, or at least parts of her. "

"She's grown into a young woman and she's self-conscious about her body. Most girls are jealous and the boys droll over her, but she doesn't seem interested in them at all, and does her best to ignore them. That means that she doesn't have many friends and seems kind of lonely. Sometimes she just stays in the study hall or library and reads a book or from her kindle, even on a nice day. She's a bookworm."

I did see her mother once, during parent-teacher night. She looked like she was in her mid-to-late 30's, which meant she had Wanda very young. She still looked good, with a nice set of boobs and an ass which turned heads when she walked. She did look a bit rough around the edges -- the look of someone who worked hard for a living and did not have time to get manicures and pedicures and days at the spa.

Her hands were dry and calloused, and had the look of someone who perpetually did not get enough sleep. But she still looked good. Very good.

Parent-Teacher conference day was a time when you had to meet parents who insisted their kids were 'special' and it was somehow your fault when every other kid in the class averaged a B+ or higher but their kid was failing. All teachers had to come up with creative ways to tell parents that their child was either stupid or missing the thinking portion of their brains.

It was also a time to see some hot MILFs walking the hallway. I saw one, a petite beauty, and was checking out her bouncing boobs when suddenly she recognized me. My head and eyes jumped up so fast I think I gave myself a concussion.

It was Wanda's mother. "Mr. Smith, why you no teach Wanda anymore?" Her English wasn't the best, but it was not hard to understand her.

I explained how teachers rotate through different grades, but maybe next year I will have another chance.

"Wanda always said how much she like your class and how much fun she had. You funny. She say she learned more in your class than any of the others".

"That's good to hear, I enjoyed Wanda in my class very much. She was one of my top students."

For some reason Wanda's mother got a bit sad and pensive.

"Mr. Smith, we not rich and I work two jobs to make sure she lives in a good place and goes to a good school.

"Wanda has always been very shy and lonely like she not fit in. She wanted cats so even though I no have money. I bought them for her. Now she very pretty and I worry about her even more. "

"I always tell her to watch out for boys (she grimaced when she said that word, like it was rotten food) since sometimes I think she not know how pretty she is. If you see or hear that she hang out with a bad crowd or bad boy or do bad things, you tell me?" I assured her I would. She thanked me and left.

I knew who all the bad kids were (all the teachers would talk about them at lunch and during break, including how we wished some would fall down after school doing something stupid and crack their skulls, and be out of school for the semester... or worse). I never heard Wanda's name mentioned.

At the end of the semester, I was granted tenure, so I decided to purchase a condo apartment not far from the school. The previous owners left all the existing furniture since they were retiring and moving to Arizona or something. An interesting coincidence, it turns out Wanda's family rented the apartment across from me. I found out when I was entering my new apartment as she was leaving.

We stared at each other for a minute, and suddenly she screeched my name with such a high pitch that I was afraid all the windows in a three-block radius would crack. "Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith! You live here?? Since when?"

I told her I just moved in, and she said "too bad you didn't move in last week, you could've have come to my 18th birthday party. "

That was a strange thing to say, but I let it drop.

Wanda jumped up and down and I realized that Mary was right, she really had grown up over the past year, and in all the right places.

While did not grow much taller (she was maybe 4'11"), she had most definitely filled out. She carried a few extra pounds; her waist was a bit thick. But most of the weight was where it counts. Wanda was very shapely, and more than a little top-heavy. She did not wear any makeup and she was one of those girls who did not need to.

She had an hourglass figure, with a huge boobs and a huge bubble butt. Both cheeks were firm, round, and protruding from her backside. And her boobs were even bigger as they jutted out from her chest overfilling her bra. An amazing hourglass figure.

Her boobs looked like at least a D-Cup, which looked even bigger on her petite body. They jiggled a bit as she walked and bounced. Wow, she really changed since the last time she was in my class!

Since she was only eighteen, they barely had any sag. Like many women with a Latina background, her hips and rump were not flat, but were plump and full and jutted out away from her body. I thought 'Big melons and a Bubble-Butt with plenty of Junk in her Trunk. She's going to be quite a catch for some guy one day.'

I looked away as much as I could as she continued to bounce (with the rest of her body following) and carefully explained that I had just bought the condo and moved in the other day. "We are neighbors! How cool is that" and she bounced with joy and jiggled some more. It took all my willpower to keep my eyes on her face.

Her body was a living example of jiggle physics.

She was more animated than usual with me here than at school, where she was almost always serious and shy. Maybe because it was summer.

And since it was summer, and the condo had a pool, I would spend some mornings there. I hated going in the afternoons when it was hot, and the screaming kids would show up. Yeah, it was nice to see some of the hot moms, but the screaming kids always seemed to outnumber them five-to-one. I looked for Wanda's mom, as I was sure she would fit out nicely in a bathing suit, but never saw here. In fact, she was hardly home. She left for work before me and seemed to come home late in the evening.

Wanda usually showed up at the pool with a couple of her friends in the morning as well. While she was 18, in some ways she acted like she was younger, maybe because she did not have many friends, and the friends at this complex were all a year or two younger than her. Yet in some ways she was more mature, as she would never act out, was always quiet, and did not seem to mind being by herself. A bit of an enigma.

The kids at the pool would all make a show to all say hello to me. I noticed that while Wanda was by far the quietest one of the bunch, and by far the prettiest and most shapely, but also wore the most conservative bathing suit. Never a bikini. She usually wore a pair of shorts over her bottom, and not those "Booty Shorts" either. (Us teachers hear these phrases. We have trained our hearing to be sort of like Spidey Sense or Peter Tingle, we can hear things that kids say from a mile away, and they have no idea that we hear them).

But after she was in the pool those shorts stuck to her ass like a second skin. Not that I looked (you believe that lie?), but she had by far the biggest tits and best-looking ass of the bunch. And the bathing suit could barely contain her D-Cups.

It took all my strength not to watch her and her friends as they tanned themselves and bounced and played in the pool. A couple of her friends would whisper, and they would make it a game to see if they could splash me or make me look at their bodies. If I was in the pool doing laps, some of the braver ones (never Wanda) would "accidentally" get near me, I guess hoping that I would bump into them and then they could say that their teacher got a woodie or something. Or use it against me if I had class with them next year. I did my best to ignore them or concentrate on reading from my iPhone or an old-fashioned paperback book.

Sometimes the girls would be feeling frisky and daring, they ask me if I could take a look at their new bathing suit and pose for me, or sometimes would even ask if I wouldn't mind putting suntan lotion on for them, followed by laughing and giggling. I would look down and pretend to read something on my iPhone or my old-fashioned book (I love paperback books. You can go to a bookstore or garage sale and pick up a dozen for $10).

If I felt a chubbie growing, I would just get up and leave. Wanda would half-participate just to be part of the group, but I saw that she was even shyer than she was the previous year when she was in my class. I would also put on a pair of sunglasses to ensure that if I did leer, at least my eyes were covered. Occasionally, Wanda would catch me staring her way and would simply return a small smile.

====Part Two: We become friends, and I get Wanda a job======

Before my tenure, to make some money, and pad my resume, I would go two or three times a week to the mall to one of those places to help tutor kids. I still did that this summer just to break up the monotony. It was on the bottom floor of the mall, away from all the retail stores. The usual non-retail a places were on the bottom floor, a gym, a self-defense place, etc. I also noticed that there was a veterinarian place next door, which also had a separate entrance outside.

By about the second week of the summer, I realized that Wanda and her friends were no longer at the pool. I saw her walking her dog, and I asked what was going on. Wanda said, with a touch of bitterness "My friends go away every summer for about a month. I don't go since my mom doesn't have the money. Sometimes we barely make rent as it is. Usually, they go at different times so there's always someone around but this year all of my friends went away at the same time, and it's for the rest of the summer." With a sad smile she continued. "So, it's just me and my cats and dog for the next month if not six weeks." I felt bad but asking her to join me at the pool or anything would have crossed the line.

That afternoon I went to the learning center I saw that there were no kids there to tutor. Maybe a lot of them went away for the summer as well. It's nice to have money. On a whim, I went to the Veterinarian place and explained that one of my students wants to be a veterinarian and are there any job openings? The head vet said not right now. I turned around to leave, and on a whim, I asked "What about volunteer work?"

She said they could always use some extra help, and if a job opens, then being a volunteer would put her at the top of the list -- not just here, but everywhere. She continued, and when your student applies to Veterinarian school, showing that she has experience at Veterinarian hospital would help her to stand out from all the others, and with good grades and experience, maybe would help get a scholarship.

It was one of those mornings which was already hot and steamy. I went to the pool, and to my surprise, Wanda showed up. She walked over to me and asked quietly, "is this seat taken"? I said no, and she sat next to me on a lounge chair. The lifeguard looked at me with narrow eyes for a minute but then looked away. I had a couple of paperbacks in my bag and was re-reading the third Harry Potter book. After a few minutes, Wanda looked at me and said, "What's that?"

"Wanda, it's called a book. You may have seen them on an old TV show or in a museum or something." She giggled at my corny joke. Wow, I missed the sound of her laugh. She continued, "Duh, I know that... I mean what book are you reading?" I explained that sometimes I get tired of looking at my iPhone and Doom-Scrolling through the news and different websites. She looked at me surprised that I used that phrase 'Doom Scrolling' so casually. Then she saw the title of the book I had in my hand. "Harry Potter? I loved the movies!"

I told her that books are different than the movie, and some folks even think they are better than the movie. I grabbed the first Harry Potter book and gave it to her.

She put down her kindle (figures she had one). My book was old and had many 'dog ears' from where I had read it a couple of times. We sat there quietly for about an hour, I glanced over a couple of times, taking in her curves, and realized she was engrossed in the book! "Mr. Smith, you are right! I've never read books when there's a movie, but this is different, and in a good way."

We read for another hour. I noticed Wanda was still totally engrossed in the book. I already knew she was a voracious reader, but this surprised me. She asked if she could borrow it. "Of course, I finished re-reading it the other day. I'm re-reading the third one." Her eyes widened a bit as like she actually found someone else who likes to read and re-read a story or book. I got up to leave and Wanda got up as well. The lifeguard narrowed her eyes at me but I gave her a stink-eye, which made her look away. We went up the stairs, before I opened the door, I asked "Hey do you want the second book as well? Let me get it for you."

I opened the door and Wanda took a couple of tentative steps in, looking around. I saw that look students have like "hey teachers actually live in apartments like us kids do". I dragged over a box full of paperbacks I didn't have a chance to unpack yet. She was like a kid in a candy store and grabbed a couple. "Take as many as you want." As she bent over, her frock pillowed out, and I saw some deep cleavage. She snatched the second Harry Potter book.

She also grabbed a couple of Star Wars books. I had quite a collection of Sci-Fi books from Robert Heinlein and she asked who that was. I explained that he's an old author and created some very thought-provoking science fiction that hasn't been made into movies yet, or if they had, the movies weren't that good. "Do you mind If I could borrow a couple of those as well?" She grabbed about five of them, including two of my favorites, "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress" and "Stranger in a Strange Land". Her cats were meowing and that dog of hers must have heard us and started yapping. She juggled about ten books in her hands and arm and thanked me and left.