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Victoria’s Adventures
For those of you who read Reluctant Rebecca, this is the story of Victoria who was introduced in chapter 7. We are meeting Victoria, three years before Rebecca attends Sappho College (although Victoria has gone through a few physical feature changes). I didn’t plan to write another series, but it looks like this will be at least a couple of chapters. Hope you enjoy…and as always it is intended for readers over the age of eighteen. Please do not repost without the author’s permission.
Victoria was happy to be out of high school. Her years at Feelem High had been difficult and the distractions caused by the students made a successful academic record impossible. When her guidance counselor, Ms. Wayne, had suggested she apply to Sappho College, Victoria figured she was being kind at best and playing a joke on Victoria at worst. Ms. Wayne, however, had been so insistent that Victoria agreed to fill out the application and interview with the Head Mistress, Ms. Pendleton.
On the day of the interview, Victoria stood naked in front of the bedroom mirror deciding which outfit to wear. She admired her young firm body. Her summer job had left her little time for outdoor activity and she was without a tan. Her skin looked soft and creamy. Her breasts almost a C cup were topped with pink nipples and equally pink areoles. Her long wavy hair was a luxurious chestnut brown with natural blond highlights. She turned and admired her backside, the smooth curve of her bottom and the athletic tone of her legs. She wished that she was taller than her five foot five inches, but could not complain about the proportions nature had given her. Her nipples stiffened and she thought about walking out to the kitchen naked, the lovely things her foster sister might do to her. With a sigh of determination she gave up the idea and returned to thoughts of her outfit.
Victoria decided on a pale yellow dress. It had spaghetti straps and was made from a silk-like material. The color perfectly accented her skin and nicely offset her long wavy hair. The neckline showed just enough cleavage to give her a sexy, but not slutty look. She thought about going without panties, which excited her, but decided this was a new start so she opted for a matching yellow tong. The dress only came to mid thigh but Victoria assumed that in college such a length would not be inappropriate.
When she arrived for her interview, she had second thoughts on her choice of outfits. Ms. Pendleton was a severe looking woman, with pointy features and a no nonsense bun of silver hair. Her thin lips and piercing glare made Victoria feel naked.
“Please sit down,” Ms. Pendleton instructed. “Your name is Victoria Jones, is that correct?”
“Yes, Ms. Pendleton,” Victoria answered. She found it difficult to make direct eye contact.
“Funny, you do not look like a Jones.”
“I guess I’m not, I am…or was a foster child, and Jones was the name given to me because no one knows who my parents were.”
“Umm,” said Ms. Pendleton reviewing the file in front of her. “Ms. Wayne did tell me a few things about you, which is why I agreed to this interview.”
“Thanks Ms. Pendleton, I really appreciate the opportunity to enroll here.”
Ms. Pendleton laughed, it sounded to Victoria more like a cackle.
“Now, Ms. Jones, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You have not been accepted yet.”
“I’m sorry; I did not mean to presume…” Ms. Pendleton cut her off with a wave of her long slender hand.
“Your grades in high school, were, let’s say, less than impressive.” Victoria stared at her white sandals certain that there was little hope of a college education.
“Can you explain why you did so poorly Ms. Jones?”
“Well, I…it’s just that…um, I guess I was easily distracted.”
“Distracted? By what?”
Victoria did not know what to say. She wanted to leave her old life behind her. She did not want to have to rehash the past, especially to this uptight old woman.
“Well, Ms. Jones, I’m waiting for an answer.”
“I was distracted by the other students.”
“In what way?”
Here it was, the moment of decision. Victoria was a terrible liar, so if she tried to make up a story she would certainly be caught. On the other hand, if she told the truth the woman would likely kick her out of the office. She could just leave the interview, but doing so ended any chance of learning fashion design. She decided on the truth.
“I was distracted because of the way they were always touching me.”
“I am afraid I do not understand, Ms. Jones. What way did the students touch you?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Well then I guess you leave me no choice but to deny your application to Sappho College,” Ms. Pendleton said and closed Victoria’s file.
“No wait, please give me a chance Ms. Pendleton, I know I can do well here.”
“I am sorry, Ms. Jones, but as the head mistress it is my job to ensure the academic standards of our student body. Now I can make exceptions under extenuating circumstances, but being “distracted” by classmates does not constitute such.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you, but you will probably think I’m a freak.” Ms. Pendleton did not respond, she stared at Victoria waiting a response.
“I get excited easily,” Victoria said again examining her shoes. “I do not know why, but it takes very little for me to get…um…hot. And once I do, it takes only a little more for me to, you know…um…cum.”
“I see,” said Ms. Pendleton. “Please continue.”
“A bunch of girls in high school found out about it in my sophomore year during gym class. I think my foster mom’s daughter told them. After that I spent the rest my time in school being touched. In gym, in the class room, hallways and even at my part time job, everywhere I went someone seemed to want to make me, you know.”
“And you say you have no control over yourself?”
“No, not really. Once I get excited I am at the mercy of anyone.”
“Interesting,” Ms. Pendleton said as she got up from her chair. She came around her desk and stood behind Victoria.
“Did you ever report these things to your teachers?” Ms. Pendleton asked.
“HA!” Victoria cried. “At first the teachers just stood back and watched, then as time went on, most of them joined in.”
“So if you know you have this problem, then why do you dress like you do?” Ms. Pendleton said. She reached her hands around the front of Victoria and slowly slid them down the girl’s exposed chest.
“I-I - d-don’t know.”
“Seems to me that you would cover as much as possible if your flesh is really so sensitive.” Ms. Pendleton’s old hands gently traced the outline of the dress, her fingers lightly feeling the swell of Victoria’s breasts.
“Ms. Pendleton, p-p-please don’t touch me.”
“Why? Is this getting you excited?” Ms. Pendleton’s hands slipped under the top of Victoria’s dress and she gently squeezed the upper globes. Victoria drew in a quick breath trying to calm her racing heart.
“Please, I just want to be accepted here.”
“I understand that Ms. Jones, but this is quite the fantastic story you’ve told, how am I to believe its true?”
“I w-wouldn’t lie, I swear.” Victoria wished she had worn a bra. She had never expected such a thing to happen. Ms. Pendleton’s hands slid farther down her breasts until they reached Victoria’s erect nipples. She rested the palms of her hands on each nipple and then slowly made small circles. Victoria felt her panties grow wet and her clit pushed against the fabric of her panties.
“Are you losing control Ms. Jones?” Ms. Pendleton whispered in Victoria’s ear.
“Y-y-yes.”
“So then I can slip this dress right off you and you would not complain.”
“N-noo.” It sounded like both an affirmation and a protest. Ms. Pendleton released the girl’s breasts and found the ties for the dress’s straps. With a quick pull, the straps fell away. The dress stayed in place.
“Stand up,” Ms. Pendleton commanded
Victoria stood up as instructed. Ms. Pendleton reached for the dress and then changed her tact.
“Victoria, I want you to strip.” Victoria did not argue. She slid the dress down her body and stood in the center of the office in her yellow tong and white sandals. Ms Pendleton admired the young girls’ firm ass and slender legs. “I said to strip. Now take off those panties.”
Victoria did as she was told.
“Now turn around.” Victoria slowly spun to face the woman. Ms. Pendleton soaked in this vision of beauty; the creamy skin, the slender waist, the long wavy hair that just reached Victoria’s areoles. The areoles were large and pink, and they were topped with large nipples. Ms. Pendleton approached the naked girl and ran her hands along Victoria’s shoulders.
“Why did you take your clothes off” she asked.
“I…uh…you told me too.”
“So you take your clothes off for anyone who asks?”
“Umm…no…it’s just that…” Victoria did not know how to finish.
“What? Is it that you are excited?” Ms. Pendleton ran her hands down Victoria’s chest and cupped her breasts. She found one nipple and pinched it lightly, feeling it harden at her touch.
“Are you excited?” She demanded.
“Y-y-yes.”
The old woman’s hands made their way across Victoria’s smooth belly. One hand returned to the breast, while the other trailed lower.
“Where is your pubic hair?” she asked, feeling the silky smoothness of the hairless pubic mound.
“My foster mother insists I wax every week,” Victoria said.
Ms. Pendleton hand slipped lower until she found the girl’s moist lips. She slid a finger inside and brushed across Victoria’s very hard clit. When the finger touched it, Victoria jumped as if shocked.
“Ahhh,” she moaned.
Ms. Pendleton leaned over and took a nipple into her mouth. With her other hand she thrust a finger into the naked girl. Victoria began to shake. Ms. Pendleton removed the finger and returned to Victoria’s clit. It was hard and slippery. She managed to grab it with her thumb and index finger, her other hand grabbed Victoria by the ass to keep the girl in place. Victoria was shaking and moaning.
“Ugg, ugg, n-n-noo, p-p-please n-n-oo, ahh.”
Victoria shook as an orgasm washed through her, “aaaahhh, aaahhh.”
Ms. Pendleton continued the assault. She was amazed at how quickly the girl could cum. And just as soon as the first orgasm finished, the girl was engulfed in a second stronger one. Ms. Pendleton was tempted to stop, but thought one more could not hurt. She knelt down in front of the naked Victoria and drove her tongue into the girl’s pussy, it was delicious and she doubted she had ever tasted such a sweet thing. Victoria came almost immediately.
“uggg, uuugg, p-p-pleasssse, m-m-ms p-pendleton, sssstop,”Victoria begged.
Ms Pendleton stood up and spun Victoria around. She laid the teen across her desk and spread the girl’s ass cheeks. Ms. Pendleton lubricated her fingers in Victoria’s cunt and then drove them into the girl’s anus.
“Does this make you cum too?” She asked in Victoria’s ear. A few thrust later and she got her answer as Victoria again came. It was unbelievable how easy she was to bring off. Ms. Pendleton had not believed Ms. Wayne when the counselor had called to tell her about Victoria. Here was the proof. When one added in the curvy tanned body and the sensuous way the girl’s body shook with every orgasm, it was no wonder the students and teachers had abused her.
Ms. Pendleton helped Victoria stand and then led her over to a sofa in the office. Victoria, still naked and exhausted by the manipulations, fell into the soft leather material.
“Well Ms. Jones, it is apparent you did not lie to me. I can see how such a problem could certainly distract a girl from her studies. Because of this, we will accept you into Sappho College.”
Victoria was stunned. She fully expected to be thrown out of the office not to be accepted into the program.
‘Thank you Ms. Pendleton, thank you.”
“Just bear in mind that I will be keeping my eye on you. I will place you in classes that I think will be best to get you on track.”
Victoria grew a little concerned. “I really wanted to study fashion design.”
“Oh don’t be concerned, you will be enrolled in the fashion program. I am just going to select courses that will help you be well rounded and to make up for some of the education you missed.”
“Oh okay,” Victoria was relieved.
“Classes begin next week, so check your email for the schedule.”
“I will and thank you again,” Victoria said as she stood up and headed towards the door.
“Umm, Victoria.”
“Yes?” Victoria turned back to Ms. Pendleton.
“You may want to get dressed before you leave.”
A few days later Victoria received her schedule through email. It read:
Human Form in Art
Cultural Studies – The Black Experience
Gym
Biology & Fashion
Special Credit – Professor’s Aide
Victoria was happy that at least two of the classes seemed related to fashion. She was not crazy about gym class, but figured she would get through it.
“At least it’s a fresh start,” she said aloud.
Or so she thought…
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