Book 1: Emily and Mr Janus

14-year-old Emily sat back-straight but nervous at the bench she had moments before shared with three of her fellow students from Greenvale Middle School for Girls. She glanced at the last of her classmates drifting out the door, noted their knowing smirks, and turned again to regard her teacher-and-sponsor. Mr Janus, 43-year-old teacher of chemistry, knew he had chosen well. Such a pretty one, this, and shy to boot he thought to himself. He had long been fond of her, but until now had chosen judiciously to not act.

He appraised what was beneath that green V-necked pullover, blue-green striped tie and white shirt and tartan-green skirt. Outlines spoke of a chest-development that was well underway but smaller than the medium/large cup it was destined to be. Her hips were broader than average for her age, lending a bum of fulsome promise, but fat she was not. A delightful plainness, thought he, given the more so by her finely-combed straight brown hair and the simply elastic tie at the back that held it.

“Emily,” he said, “here has ended our final class of the first term of your fourth and final year at Middle.”

“Yes, Mr Janus.”

“You know of course what that means.”

“Yes, of course.”

“It’s good practise and decorum for you yourself to explain it.”

“Um, yes, sorry. Well, it means I should delay no longer in taking some significant sexual step.”

“Spoken well, my dear, almost word-for-word for the Articles of Education.”

She smiled, in the demure way of hers. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you. I do see that you have chosen not to wear the school tights today, despite the coolness of the season.”

“Yes, Sir, that’s true.” There was coyness, this time, in her smile.

There was no need, felt Mr Janus, to enquire why the bare-leggedness. Her body-language, together with many precedents played out in school life, said it all: she had known she needed to be ‘accessible’ today, and had a high order of respect for the culture, so she had made this little initiative. He peered beneath the front of her bench, and up between those gorgeous smooth legs, which were parted just enough to give a dim view up there.

“It’s good that you have chosen to keep knickers, though, Emily...” He dropped his formality enough to smile but not beam. “Unlike some of those others would do. It would have been presumptuous and somewhat too lascivious.”

“Yes, Sir, that is what I thought.”

“Good girl. Well, I can safely assure you, Emily, that I am in fact in the mood and have no intention to drop my sponsorship of you.”

“Thank you, Mr Janus, I am honoured.”

Again, the word ‘honour’ - straight from the Articles - and it did seem she meant it, though everybody knew that girls had their preferences of teacher, even if few were impolite enough to reveal it. He genuinely liked her, not merely lusted, and she had at least a warm respect if not a burning desire for him. A doctor, she hoped to become, which made he as a science teacher all the more a fitting sponsor.

‘With gratification comes obligation’, it is written.

“In the coming years, we shall be excellent for each other, Emily. For now, let me say, I am going to show you due respect by not even requiring you to be naked on this occasion.”

“Oh, I see, well, I don’t mind...”

“No, listen. What I propose to do is fondle your vagina and masturbate you, perhaps to grope your breasts awhile as a preliminary; think of it as an ideal bit of medical training, in addition to your self-awareness and carnal growth. I shall detain you for no more than half an hour.”

“Yes, uh, quite, I understand.” Her rapidly reddening face corroborated such.

“Some girls have gone further than this by your age, Emily. Do you assure me that this is indeed your ‘first significant step’?”

“Yes. Yes, Sir. I mean, I’ve had no interactions yet, beyond, well...”

“Well what?”

“I did receive a punishment last year.” She touched her hand ashamedly to her head. “I got a spanking, from Mr Stensson in Music, for chattering when I’d been warned once already.”

Jealous, was Mr Janus, at the imagining of it; her naked bum being a given for the deed. “Ah, well your honesty does you proud.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve let you down.”

“Don’t be silly. Anyway, you can make it up by orgasming well, can’t you? With my help.” Smiled genially, he did.

She chuckled, blushing anew. “I’ll try.”

Of course, within his remit it was to spank her himself there and then had it been his whim, but he refrained. Mr Janus, too, was a citizen of his word: he engaged in due exploration of his young protege’s breasts, first by gently squeezing them from behind through the wool of her sweater. He then assisted her in retracting the garment over her shoulders; the small things, as always, and the anticipation, as always. Her hair spilled back down, and she re-dignified her flushed face for the resumption.

He slid down the knot of her tie, undid her topmost three buttons, and with the freedom offered delved two-handed into her shirt. His eyes feasted on the down-view of her simple white bra, whilst noting how this modest support gave them a perfect pert nobility. This was matched by her face, as she now smiled obediently and seemed to straighten a notch more in her chair. He imagined that. braless, there would be something of a droop, but the enjoyment of that could wait.

After 5 minutes of this, it was time. Emily glanced to him, expectant and with a fear that was no more than trifling, as he moved around her. He was not vexed, but endeared further, by the fact of having to make suggestion for her to drag her chair back out from the bench. Access now possible, and her breathing a little heavier, Mr Janus crouched at her shoulder. Her gave one of her knees a little tug to encourage her to open her legs more; her acquiescence was without question.

It was pleasing that she pulled her skirt up to her mid-thigh of her own accord and, without ado, he reached down under and up, with a tender wrapping of his spare arm around her far shoulder. Good as it was to savour by touch the frill of her knickers, the concise form of her pubic mound beneath, and the subtle downy growth which escaped the boundaries of the elastic; it was clear the main lesson could not be fulfilled thus. After another few minutes, he ventured fingers down inside this final fabric of her modesty.