The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This submission is intended to be the start of a short series about a young art teacher coming out of her sexual comfort zone. There is a little reluctance involved but mostly deals with what I like to call "eventual consensual". I hope you have fun reading it. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne.
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Natalie was a twenty-two-year-old art teacher who recently landed her first job at the same high school that she attended when she herself was a student. Natalie was lucky in that she recognized most of the teachers from when she was younger, and the staff remembered her as a sweet and responsible girl during her time at the school. Soon she considered herself part of the staff.
Being naturally a little shy, Natalie worried that when she started her job she might struggle to control some of her students, especially the seniors who were just a few years younger than her. Those fears soon faded away, however, as the kids realized she was a really nice person who legitimately cared for her students and would do anything to help them. She soon found herself one of the school's more popular teachers.
Natalie was also adorably cute, petite with long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a lovely smile. Being a little self-conscious, Natalie preferred clothes that were a little modest, but she was also artsy and trendy, sometimes wearing cute hats and scarves or ankle boots. She looked so sweet in little skirts and pumps with cute blouses.
Her young perky breasts and amazing rear, however, sexualized Natalie in ways that were oblivious to her innocent personality. In a pair of jeans her rear looked marvelous, with a nice full roundness to it that made everyone just want to watch her as she walked down the hall. Natalie's breasts were perfect for her petite figure as well and had a perkiness to them that everyone loved admiring. Of course, Natalie was completely unaware of the attention she was getting from every daydreaming teenager.
I had remembered Natalie from several years ago when she came through the school as a student. She was adorably cute even back then. I used to love how she would twirl her hair when she giggled, or when she gently bit her lip while thinking something over. She was always the responsible student, the "good" girl. Now she had fully developed into a professional woman, and I had the pleasant task of working with Natalie as her new teacher mentor.
All new teachers had to have a more experienced educator guide them through their first few years. Being asked to help Natalie was a pleasure I couldn't pass up. Observing Natalie's teaching, helping her with lessons, and spending time working with her was wonderfully easy. I had done this for many new teachers in the past but never with one as sweet and easy on the eyes as Natalie.
I admit I had ulterior motives though. I saw working with Natalie as an opportunity...and a challenge. Natalie had always been modest about her appearance, and I wanted to get her to come out of her "good girl" comfort zone. I intended to try and make her less inhibited and more sexually aware. Most of all, I wanted to find a way to fuck her.
One of the first things Natalie needed help with occurred during the first week of school. She came into my classroom in the afternoon looking a little frustrated.
"Hi, can we talk?" Natalie said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Of course," I replied. "How have your first few days been?"
Natalie made a face that indicated something was on her mind. "Okay I guess. I've got a problem, though, with kids mistaking me for a student. They don't see me as a teacher because I'm so young. They try to be more casual with me and some think they can just disrespect me altogether."
I chuckled. "I understand. That's a very normal thing for first year teachers to go through, especially in a high school. I dealt with it my first year too."
"Yeah, the seniors are just four years younger than me, so it feels a little awkward."
"Well," I saw an opportunity, "have you considered wearing something different to make you look more like a teacher?"
Natalie thought about it for a moment. "Hmmm, like what?"
"Well," I said, taking the opportunity to look her over, "how about wearing a pair of glasses?"
"Hmm, I do wear contact lenses," Natalie thought out loud. "I guess I could wear glasses instead. Do you think that would work?"
"Try it," I replied, "it can't hurt."
Natalie flashed a cute smile at me. "Okay, thanks!"
"Anytime," I said, watching her beautiful rear as she turned around and bounced out the door.
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The next morning a knock came at my door. When I opened it, Natalie was standing in the doorway with that cute smile of hers, her hands out to the sides.
"Taa-daa!!" She exclaimed with fanfare.
Natalie was wearing an adorable pair of black-rimmed glasses.
"What do you think?"
"Those look great, Nat," I replied.
"Do I look more sophisticated?"
"Absolutely," I said approvingly. What I didn't tell Natalie was how hard I was getting. The glasses definitely gave her that "hot teacher" look.
Natalie gave me a cute smile and headed back to her classroom.
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Over the next couple of weeks, Natalie got into the swing of things at school and was able to establish her image as an adult teacher. She got more stern with her students, sometimes wore her hair up, and ditched the jeans in favor of more executive style clothes. She always looked so cute walking down the hall carrying an assortment of art supplies and poster board that was usually larger than she was. Her smile was adorable, and she frequently put her students' art projects up around the school, which I loved, because whenever she wore a dress I could get a nice glimpse up her skirt as she stood on the ladder hanging artwork. Natalie's panties were always modest, usually white cotton or satin, but very form fitting and hugged her cute rear snugly.
I had hidden two tiny webcams in Natalie's classroom, one in the main room where she taught class and one above a mirror in art supply room hoping that at some point in the future the conditions would be right to catch Natalie in a private moment.
Fortunately, after several weeks of being patient, that opportunity came along.
Natalie had been doing car duty after school when there was a sudden downpour of rain that soaked everyone outside at the time, including Natalie. As luck would have it, she was wearing a white shirt that day and it had been completely soaked along with her bra underneath which showed through the wet shirt. Realizing she needed to change, Natalie quickly walked back to her room with her arms folded over her chest. The students had already cleared out of the building but she didn't want to run into other teachers or custodial staff.
Fortunately, being an art teacher, Natalie usually had a change of clothes handy. Grabbing a towel and a dry shirt, Natalie went into her supply room and closed the door, walking over to the mirror to dry herself off and change her clothes.
Unbeknownst to Natalie, she stood in full view of the webcam as she crossed her arms at her waist and pulled her soaked shirt off over her head, placing it into a plastic bag. Natalie tried to dry off with the towel but her bra was completely soaked too. She didn't have a spare so she decided she would just go braless until she got home. Arching her back and thrusting her perky breasts forward, Natalie reached behind and unhooked her bra, gliding the straps off her shoulders one at a time.
The webcam captured every beautiful moment as Natalie took off her bra, placing it into the bag with her wet shirt. Her breasts were so cute and perky, bouncing lightly as she began drying herself with the towel. Her nipples were hard and asking for attention. Watching herself in the mirror made Natalie pause a minute and admire her own figure. Putting her towel down, Natalie cupped her beautiful perky breasts with her hands and lifted them up slightly, flashing a sultry look as she posed in front of the mirror...and the camera.
Amused at herself for trying to be sexy, Natalie smiled and put her dry t-shirt on, packing the wet clothes and towel in her bag to take home. Then, she casually turned off the light to the room and left, having no idea that she had just given me the very thing I needed to put a plan into action.
The next day Natalie was between classes and setting up for the next group when her phone beeped indicating she had received a text. The message had no caller identification, so Natalie figured it was just a spam. Opening the message, her hand went to her mouth in shock as she saw what the text contained.
"Ohmygod," Natalie shuddered as she stared at a picture of herself topless, cupping her breasts, and flashing a hot look into the camera in her sexy teacher glasses. Below it were the words: "Please do not search for my camera or I will have no choice but to punish you."
After a few minutes of blind panic, Natalie composed herself and decided to see if she could find out whom the text was from and what he or she wanted.
Her hands trembling, Natalie replied to the text. "Who is this? How did you get that picture of me?"
Almost immediately the reply came. "Does it matter?"
Natalie swallowed hard as she considered every word she was typing. "What is it you want from me?"
Another immediate answer. "What are you willing to give me?"
Natalie thought she knew where this was going. "Just tell me what you want so I can get it over with."
"Oh no Natalie, it's not that simple," came the reply. "I have many ideas of things I'm going to make you do."
Natalie swallowed hard, almost afraid to type. "Like what?"
"Well, first," the text came back, "I think you should start wearing shorter skirts at school. Your body is a work of art, and you should show it off more, especially to the guys in the senior art class."
