Naïve Wanda

==== Special Note ====

I am aware that the series is progressing more slowly than some would prefer. Authoring is not second nature to me, which means I must choose between writing a longer story - but then taking a much longer time between chapters - or submitting shorter chapters for publication, with less "action" and more of a "slow burn".

==== Notes ====

This story contains descriptions of the aftermath of an attempted seduction of a reluctant, naïve, barely legal 18-year-old. A voluptuous, busty, barely-legal 18-year-old, who was overwhelmed when a 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.

Her older neighbor, who is also her teacher, is doing his best to help and support her... While also trying to control his own urges.

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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 toMaster_Doctorfor his amazing help with editing. His insightful comments and verbiage, have vastly improved this story.

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== About Me ==

In real life, I am a teacher. And I taught 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, voluptuous, smart, and cute. She was very 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 read first the preceding chapters of the Naïve Wanda series.

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Chapter 7: Will Mr. Smith Finally Get Relief?

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Wanda continued purring for a few minutes while we enjoyed each other's warm embrace.

Her huge breasts were pressed against my arm and chest, and my cock couldn't help but react. Her eyes went wide when she realized that my engorged cock was sticking up and threatening to burst through my shorts. If it were any stiffer or stood up any straighter, I could mount an American Flag on it with room to spare.

Wanda studied my bulge. "I felt it when you were pressing against me. I see you are very hard right now. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Yes it does, a little."

She looked me in the eye and said, "Aren't you horny? Like I was? Remember, no secrets. Don't you need relief? To cum? Please tell me the truth."

I looked at her and whispered, "Yes, I am horny. Very, very horny. Unbelievably horny. Yes, I need to cum, I mean, I need to orgasm. Bad. Really bad."

"Then I will take care of it. Like we swore, no secrets from each other. I know how much you need relief. I need to make you feel good. As good as I felt. Or better. I need to please you. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy. Whatever makes you happy."

Wanda shuddered with anticipation. "And it's not fair that I got relief, and you didn't. Let me do this for you. With you. Please Please Please." She continued to alternate staring at my bulge and looking at me, waiting for my permission.

I took a deep breath and realized I was hesitating. What the fuck was holding me back? Was I somehow thinking that this was 'crossing a line' with my student?

My cock protested, asking me what kind of line was left after I squeezed and groped my student's bare monster melons and sucked on her sweet nipples.

Then my cock lectured me on how that line was erased when I squeezed and mauled her ass cheeks so hard that I left marks.

And then my cock berated me, asking me what kind of line could exist when I fingered her puckered little back door until my lubed finger bottomed out deep in her rectum.

Finally, my cock insisted that that line was obliterated the moment I caressed her clit until she squirted her sweet juices in buckets.

And my cock was right.

***

Before I could answer, Wanda said in a quiet voice, "All of the other girls in school have touched and seen one. I'm the only one who hasn't. I need to. Please." She looked up at me and pleaded, "All I want to do is make you happy. As happy as you make me."

It was time.

"Yes, I need relief." I sat up on the side of my bed, and Wanda eagerly followed. I took her hand and placed it on my lap. I realized that Wanda was still nude, and I wasn't.Well, that will change soon enough.

She slowly looked down and gasped, staring at her hand. I almost blew my load thinking about how this was the first time her hand ever touched a cock. Even through my shorts, it must have felt like a rod of iron to Wanda. To help her along, I moved her hand on top of my bulge. She just stared and didn't move. After a few moments, I realized she needed more encouragement, and moved her hand back and forth across my bulge, tracing the outline of my cock through my shorts. Her eyes widened as she felt how hard I was.

She hesitated for just a moment, before tentatively wrapping her fingers around my shaft, exploring the shape and outline of my cock. I could see the confusion in her face as she tried to figure out what to do next, as we both knew she had never touched anyone before like this.

I felt her small hand trembling as she tentatively moved it up and down, exploring my cock. I closed my eyes and did my best not to squirt in my shorts, telling myself that this was a teaching experience for Wanda. Yeah right.

Her fingers traced the outline of my cock as best they could through my shorts. I thought about kissing her, but she was looking down, her eyes watching her hand.

"It's so stiff... does it hurt?" I was going to tell her that it hurts a little, but I'll feel much better once I finally cum.

But then her phone rang!Fuuuuuuuuuuck!

She picked it up quickly. Was it her mom? She let out a sigh of relief, and whispered, "It's the vet".

She listened for a minute, put the phone on mute, and looked at me. "They are really shorthanded; someone called in sick, and they asked me if I could help out today."

I looked at her and did my best to keep my frustration out of my voice. "Tell them you can be there in a couple of hours." A couple of hours should be enough time for me to finally get some relief. Maybe blast off twice.

OK, back to business. The business of freeing my cock. I cursed myself for wearing shorts with buttons instead of a zipper. I fumbled in desperation. Finally, a button was open. Time for my cock to be set free.

Wanda held her breath as my cock started to poke through my fly. My cock was working its way up through my shorts like one of those horror movies where a zombie finally frees itself from being buried in a grave.

Wanda gasped again as the head of my cock poked out through my fly. And this time she would see it in full daylight. Her eyes went wide as she could see the head of my cock.

What was taking so long? It was almost as if my cock was doing a striptease. I could swear the hole on the top of my mushroom-head was shaped like a smile.

Almost my entire mushroom was free, but the other buttons restrained him. I cursed myself again for wearing the one pair of shorts I owned with what seemed like a dozen buttons. I grabbed my pants and lifted my butt. I was going to pull my pants off and maybe throw them across the room. It wouldn't be long now!

Then her phone rang again!Fuuuuuuuuuuck!

Wanda looked at me and whispered, "It's my mom!"

My cock and I moaned in unison, but I nodded, affirming to her that she should take the call.

I decided to walk away and give her some privacy, as it wouldn't be right for Wanda to speak to her mom while nude, with her massive juggs hanging out, and my cock poking through my shorts.

I heard Wanda's part of the conversation from the other room.

"Two more weeks?""It's OK mommy, don't be upset.""Oh mommy, you already have two jobs and work so many hours.""We'll figure it out. Maybe I'll buy the cheaper cat food for Mocha and Cinnamon. And I'll eat less."

She listed for a minute then nodded.

"I'm OK mom.""Yes, I'm being a good girl. And Mr. Smith is taking good care of me."

I almost choked at Wanda's words, that she's being a 'good girl', and how I was taking 'good care' of her.

I don't think her mom would approve of the new definition of "taking care" of her only daughter, which included my groping and squeezing of her massive jugs, my finger bottoming out deep in her backdoor, and my hand caressing her sweet clit until she came in buckets.

I picked up Wanda's frilly bra, panties, and shorts, and thought about how sexy she looked in this outfit. Then again, she was sexy and voluptuous in everything she wore. These clothes may have been tighter and sexier than her 'regular' outfits, but no matter what she wore, there was no hiding her amazing figure.

Wanda started talking about her volunteer job, barely able to contain her excitement. I scooped up her clothes and tiptoed next door. Her two cats barely acknowledged me, but her puppy started yapping until I finally petted him.

***

My plan: Pick out her clothes, and replace them with ones more suitable for the vet. With the hope of giving us some more "me" time. Or rather, give us some more "cock" time. My poor friend must feel like he's been given a timeout for over a year.

I placed her frilly bra and panties into her hamper, fighting the urge to recreate what happened the other day, which was to shoot a gallon of sperm into each of Wanda's enormous bra cups.

I opened her underwear drawer and wasn't surprised at what I found: a dozen panties, probably all bought at the same time. Next to them were a couple of her heavy-duty bras, the thick underwire clearly visible.

I guess she must have washed the bra I unloaded my spunk into. She never said anything, which means that either I did a good job cleaning up, or somehow, she didn't notice that my sperm was coated all over the inside of each of those DD-Cups.

The evil Sith part of me smiled, thinking,`Well, she'll notice my sperm soon, real soon.`

I opened another drawer, one which contained her summer shorts and blouses. Again, they all looked similar, probably purchased on sale at Walmart or a discount store, or a second-hand consignment store. The problem was, they all looked worn. And small. And tight. Very tight.

Even if she wears a lab coat, every time she bends over, her boobs are in danger of popping out. While it may give the teenage boys and their fathers a cheap thrill, it wasn't exactly "professional looking". And the last thing Wanda would want is to attract attention to herself.

You know the girls who dress in provocative clothes to get a guy's attention? Usually, those aren't the prettiest ones, but rather they are the ones who believed that showing some skin or wearing tight 'booty' shorts would somehow raise them to the next hotness level. And most of the time, they would almost succeed.

For those girls, if guys noticed, all the better. That was the point.

But this was not the case with Wanda. She didn't need to wear tight clothes to be noticed. She was already at the highest hotness-level. And no matter how much she didn't want it, it was impossible for her not to be noticed. Her body was just too hot, too sizzling-hot. And all of her outfits were tight. Much too tight. Her tits were just too big. Her ass was just too amazing.

Even standing still, it always looked like her mouth-watering mounds of tit flesh were straining to be released. And it always looked like her ass would burst her pants wide open. And when she walked, even while wearing her heaviest bra, her magnificent breasts would sway and bounce. Not to be left out, her ass would hypnotically swish back and forth.

If she understood the effect she had on men, she would be dating the star football quarterback. Or some older rich guy who would spend lavishly on her. But Wanda didn't want any of that. It's almost as if she wants to be invisible. And she considers her luscious body to be a curse.

***

I finally chose her underwear, a simple blouse, and shorts, and fought the urge to once again unload my balls, and walked back into my apartment.

Wanda finished up her phone call. She had put my sheet over herself. She must have felt the same way I did, being uncomfortable speaking to her mom while totally nude.

I walked back into the bedroom and sat next to her. She looked down. Her eyes were misty. "My mommy needs to stay there another two weeks. And she's really worried about money. She says she's going to have to work even more hours just to pay for food and the rent."

Before I had a chance to answer, Wanda took a deep breath, then looked at me and said, "Mr. Smith, I don't want to be selfish. I want to help you." She put her hand back on my thigh. I thought about how sweet and unselfish she was, being so worried about her mom and finances, yet still thinking of me. My cock appreciated it as well.

Fuck the buttons, I started to slide my pants down and finally free my cock.

Suddenly, the phone rang... again!Fuck Fuck Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

I fought the urge to grab her phone and flush it down the toilet.

"It's the vet". She listened for another minute, put the phone on mute, and said, "Now one of the workers just gave notice! The owner is wondering if I can get there any sooner today and also work tomorrow."

Hmmm, a paid worker just gave notice? And the vet is so desperate she called Wanda again, to come in and help out, both today and tomorrow...

I realized what this meant... for both Wanda and her mom. If things went right, her mom wouldn't have to work any extra hours.

I made my decision. I looked down and whispered,'Sorry, my friend, it's not going to be your turn. Not yet.'

I turned towards Wanda. "Tell them you'll be there as soon as you can. Then you and I are going shopping, and we'll buy some new clothes for you."

Wanda protested, "But Mr. Smith, I have clothes."

I answered, "No, Wanda, we are buying you better clothes. You need to trust me." I decided to break out of the debate cycle and changed the tone in my voice. "This is the way it is going to be. No arguments."

She answered me quickly, faster than I expected. "Yes Mr. Smith." I could hear the relief in the owner's voice when Wanda told her she could work, and she thanked her several times before hanging up.

Wanda thought for a minute, and with a tiny voice, asked, "But Mr Smith, what about your problem?"

"We'll discuss it later."

"But Mr. Smith, it's not fair. You need release. Please, I don't want to be selfish."

I thought about how Wanda is the sweetest, kindest and most unselfish person on the planet.

I smiled at her and said, "We need to do this first. We'll discuss it later."

"Yes, later." She left no room for debate.

I looked down at my cock and whispered,'Sorry my friend, we need to do this. For Wanda. But yes, my friend, it will be your turn, and soon. And it will be worth the wait.'

**

Wanda dressed and then walked her dog. She couldn't stop thinking about last night and earlier today, when she saw Mr. Smith's chubby. His penis. His cock.

'It was so dark, but I saw one for the first time! And today, I touched it! It was hard. So hard! Hard for me! And big! Big for me! I can't wait to see it, for real! To touch it without any clothes in the way! And to make Mr. Smith feel good! Now I wish I had never answered my phone!'

**

You can be sure I rubbed one out before my cock exploded and took half the condo complex with it.

We met by my car, and as I started driving out of our complex, Wanda quietly asked, "Mr. Smith, some of my friends have given 'hand jobs' while in the car. Maybe I can give you one?"

I'm thankful the little old lady crossing the street didn't see me almost run her over. "Wanda, maybe they do that while not driving." She nodded thoughtfully. I've never driven a stick-shift, but I sure felt like I had one between my legs.

We parked by the sporting goods store in the mall. I jumped out before my cock had a chance to give Wanda her wish. Before my cock could protest, I also silently threatened to slam the car door on him if he acted out. I looked at my dick, and thought about how the sporting goods store was named appropriately.

We walked past the headless mannequins of gals and guys with perfect bodies. I thought that there could never be a mannequin matching Wanda's amazing measurements. We walked past the tennis rackets, baseball gear, and exercise equipment, and settled in front of the jogging outfits.

In most cases, the sports outfits they sell are designed to make guys' muscles bigger and their waists look smaller. And the lady's jogging outfits were designed to make a lady look sexy -- so she can then complain that guys were staring at their tits and ass.

Wanda may not have realized it, but we were there for the opposite reason: to somehow do the impossible -- which was to limit or minimize her inherent hotness and make her look more 'professional'.

The first thing I insisted on was buying some heavy-duty sports/jogging bras. We had to search for a long time, as there weren't many sports bras in her size, 32-DD. Finally, a female salesclerk found a couple in the back. I also asked for 33-DD and 32-DDD, just in case--like I knew the difference.

The clerk looked at me and asked, 'Those will be a special order; what name should I place on the order? I told her my name, for 'my niece'. I had the evil-eye already in place, but the clerk was on her best behavior, so I didn't need to (the twenty I slipped her didn't hurt).

Wanda was looking at some yoga pants, tight ones. One pair was iridescent blue. It would have fit her like a second skin, painted on, like Mystique in the X-Men movies. It took all of my willpower not to stain my shorts. Not exactly what I was looking for. At least not while she was at the vet.

I moved her to the "granny" and "plus size" sections, figuring that those would have the best chance of containing Wanda's spectacular assets. The only clothes that would truly diminish Wanda's inherent hotness would be wading boots, overalls, and a head-to-toe Explosive Ordnance Disposal Suit rated to Two Megatons... But I swore I would do my best.

We chose a fitting room that had both an inner and outer changing area. Wanda asked me if I wanted to go into the changing room with her, but I told her that I needed to maintain objectivity and for a break between her fittings.

I applied the 1-10 Mohs Hardness Scale on how my boner was reacting to the outfits she was trying on.

If my guy just stayed it's usual 'Wanda-hardness', a rock-hard seven or eight on that scale, then I put them in the 'good' pile.

If my cock was as hard as chrome steel, a nine on the Mohs hardness scale, I placed it in the 'maybe' pile.

If my boner was as hard as diamonds, a ten on the Mohs hardness scale, I threw the outfit in the 'no good' pile.

If it was as hard as adamantium, an eleven on the Mohs hardness scale, I threw the outfit in the 'no good' pile after almost creaming in my underwear. Well, 'no good' for the vet or school.... But I made a mental note to come back and buy a couple of outfits like this -- including the 'Mystique' outfit -- for another time. And maybe look for a 'PowerGirl' outfit as well.

There were a couple of jogging outfits that looked like they were made for 90-year olds. I selected two of those, two of the sports bras, and a couple from the maybe pile. Every time Wanda started to complain that the ones I wanted for her were ugly, I shushed her and told her to trust me.