Jillian was thrilled, thrilled, THRILLED that she'd pulled her grades up and was now getting B+'s, A's and even an A+ on her most recent English essay. She'd worked hard, given up dating and partying – which for an eighteen-year old girl was torture – to achieve these great marks.
She pushed back a stray lock of corn silk blonde hair from her face and looked down at her most recent essay, a dissertation on "Hamlet" and the many film versions. She'd had to sit through the many versions of the dreary play on celluloid, although she did have to admit, Mel Gibson was kinda dreamy in his portrayal.
Grades were very important to Jillian's status-conscious parents, who wanted their baby girl to get into the most prestigious University she could. Jillian herself didn't care, she only wanted to paint and express her artistic side. Art was the only subject she didn't have to work at, it came naturally to her, painting, sketching, cartooning, all of it came from her soul.
Jillian noticed the little note at the bottom of her paper that read, in bold red letters: "Jillian, for your hard work this past term, you've earned a Special Reward. Come see me at the end of class. -- Mrs. Matthis"
Amanda Matthis was one of the most popular teachers in school. Both students and faculty alike admired the pretty redhead. Students liked her because her classes were fun, challenging and – well, Jillian figured the boys liked her because the tall redhead was very easy on the eye. She favored short skirts and high heels, wore her way locks long and tossed, and her smile could light up a room. Even some of the girls had little crushes on her.
The faculty admired her because she had been the first teacher to motivate some of the jocks into getting good grades. Some D-student Football players were now up to B's and it was all due to her efforts. Jillian figured that some of the faculty members had also noticed Mrs. Matthis' sexy figure as well.
Mrs. Matthis smiled at the pretty blonde as she approached her desk. "You wanted to see me, Mrs. Matthis?"
Amanda smiled at the pretty teen, who looked adorable in a white cashmere sweater and too-tight black jeans. "Yes, dear. I wanted to let you know how pleased I was to see your grades improving. You seem to have made a major jump forward and I know it mustn't have been easy for you."
Amanda smiled at the pretty teacher. Amanda Matthis was likely around 40, yet barely looked 30. She was dressed today in a light mauve blouse and a black short skirt, with light mauve stockings. She was wearing her hair back and had her glasses on, instead of her contacts, but if one looked in her greenish-blue eyes, you could still see the true beauty of the woman. She was a few inches taller than Jillian's own 5'8" and her figure was more slender than Jillian's own lush form.
Jillian said to her lovely teacher "No, it wasn't. I had to give up dating, parties and everything. I know good grades are important, although my Art Classes always helped bring my grades up."
Amanda brightened. "I've seen some of your work, you're very talented. Have you ever done a Portrait?"
Shaking her head, Jillian said "No, not yet. I haven't been able to find a model."
Amanda clapped her hands with glee. "This is wonderful. I was trying to think of a way to reward you for doing so well. Tell me, would you like to paint ME?"
Jillian sputtered a bit and Amanda said "Oh, I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to embarrass you."
Jillian regained her composure and said "Oh no, you didn't. It's a lovely offer and I think you'd make a terrific model. You're so lovely..." She felt herself blushing.
"What a lovely compliment, thank you dear. So you would like to paint me?"
Jillian nodded. "Yes, it would be a great chance to practice for my submission to Art School next year. When could we start?"
Amanda Matthis smiled broadly at her pretty young student. "No time like the present. Why don't you come to my home ... " she wrote down her address "... around 7 tonight and we'll get started. Sound good?"
Jillian left her teacher's office and caught up with her best friend, Dina. She told the pretty brunette all about her teacher's offer and Dina giggled.
"Haven't you heard the rumor about her `rewards', Jilly?" she said with a tiny giggle.
"No, not a word!" Jillian said, punching her friend on the arm. "C'mon Dina, let me in on it!"
Dina shook her long, curly brown hair and said "Nope. It could just be a rumor. You'll find out tonight."
Amanda lived in a nice, older section of town, with plenty of big old trees, nice front yards and manicured hedges. The pretty girl felt a bit apprehensive as she rang the front doorbell, art supplies under her arm.
A man opened the door, husky, but rugged looking, with a Salt & Pepper beard and warm, inviting smile. "You must be Jillian, I'm Bryce, Amanda's husband. Please, come in and I'll go get Amanda."
Amanda came down the stairs a few minutes later, her slender body clad in a burgundy robe. "Jillian dearest, how lovely to see you. And you're so punctual. Did Bryce offer you something to drink?"
"No, but I'd love something. What do you have?"
Once again, Amanda displayed a row of dazzling white teeth. "Would you like a chilled glass of Chardonnay? I promise not to tell!"
Jillian told Amanda "That would be lovely." Amanda added "We know how to keep a secret in this house, don't we Bryce?"
Bryce came back from the kitchen with 2 glasses and excused himself. That left the two women in the living room, chatting.
"This is very kind of you, posing for me." Jillian said, brushing away that stubborn blonde curl again. "I really appreciate it."