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Daniel had been sitting down, the tips of her soles barely touching the ground, for the last ten or so minutes. Miss Angelica had grabbed her as she’d been exiting her classroom, telling her that she wished to speak with her — and so did the principal, for that matter, — once classes were done for the day.
This didn’t necessarily mean anything bad, of course, as Miss Angelica and the principal had always been very kind to her. Daniel had received only patience and understanding from them, on top of being offered to be tutored by them if necessary.
None of these details made the wait less excruciating, if that wasn’t obvious.
She’d been left alone in the principal’s office, as she and Miss Angelica spoke to her parents on the phone. What for Daniel had no idea, but she was pretty sure she’d done nothing wrong… At the very least she couldn’t remember doing anything worth calling her parents over.
Nervously, Daniel began kicking her legs as she continued to wait, stopping only when she heard the sound of a door opening. She didn’t dare turn around to see who was coming in, though there was technically no reason for her to. The principal and Miss Angelica had been in a side room, kept for more private meetings or calls, so they were the only people who’d cross that particular threshold into the office proper.
“Sorry about the wait, Daniel. We had a lot to explain to your parents…” Angelica stood beside her chair, one hand holding its top rail. “Were you alright by yourself?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Daniel nodded for good measure, staring straight at the principal as she sat behind her desk. “Did I… Uhm… Did I do something wrong?” She asked, fear clear in her voice.
“What?” The principal — Miss Roland, who also happened to be Miss Angelica’s wife — looked confused for just a second, before covering a chuckle with a closed fist over her mouth. “Oh no, nothing like that…”
“Quite the contrary, in fact~ We both think you’re very hard-working and talented, so we spoke to your parents about the possibility of doing some… Extracurriculars.” Angelica said, patting Daniel twice on the head.
“I… Already do that, though?” Daniel blinked, still very much baffled. Her parents had made sure she’d take music classes after school. They had high expectations for her, after all.
“We just think you need a different sort of environment, with a more consistent schedule.” Miss Roland smiled gently at her, arms resting comfortably on her desk. Her breasts laid on top of it as well, which Daniel would have ignored had they not been ridiculously large. “Angelica will be taking care of your cello lessons from now on, and I’ll be there to supervise.”
Well, Daniel had heard the principal had also been a music teacher before taking her current position, so she supposed that made sense. Her current music teacher was also often occupied with her actual job, playing for a proper orchestra… All in all, Miss Angelica and Miss Roland sounded quite reasonable.
“It’ll be just a couple hours after school, four days a week for now.” Angelica laid her hands gently on Daniel’s shoulders. “We don’t want you to have no time for yourself, after all.”
“Ah… Okay~” Daniel said, barely registering her own words. How they’d convinced her parents she wasn’t sure — her mother had chosen Daniel’s teacher all by herself, being particularly strict about such things, — nor did she understand why either of them cared so much about this, but Daniel appreciated it all the same.
Miss Angelica was nice, Daniel had always liked having her as a music teacher. The principal was sort of a mystery to her, since Daniel was one of those ‘goody-two-shoes’ who hardly if ever got into trouble — Miss Roland had treated her with kindness and respect however, in the few occasions she’d spoken to her.
“Of course, we’d also like to know if you’d feel comfortable with this arrangement, Daniel.” Roland kept on smiling at her, a couple of crow feet forming in the corner of her eyes. “We wouldn’t want to put you in a position that you wouldn’t be happy with.”
Daniel stared at the principal nervously, casting her eyes downwards onto her own lap, where she was awkwardly wringing her hands. It wasn’t often Daniel was asked for her opinion, notably so when it came to her own life, and the idea that she had a choice in this matter was a tad overwhelming. She was thankful for it, but it was also only natural that it would take her a bit to fully comprehend what was being asked.
“I, uhm…” Daniel gulped, still not daring to look straight ahead. “I like Miss Angelica, she’s always been… very good to me.” She almost jumped as Angelica gave her shoulders a short, yet soft squeeze. “I think I’d be happy, if she was in charge of my classes, along with you ma’am~”
“That’s excellent to hear—” Roland began, interrupted by a ringing coming from the adjacent room she and Angelica had walked out of not ten minutes ago. “—Oh, for the love of… Give me a second, I’ll take care of that.”
The second Roland had crossed the threshold separating her office from the other room, promptly closing the door behind her, Daniel felt Angelica push her hands further on her shoulders, harder than before, as if testing the muscle underneath her clothes. She slowly slid them down, until they were resting right over Daniel’s chest.
“Uh, Miss Angelica…?”
“I’m sure when Roland comes back she can also tell you this, but we’re so happy you accepted spending all this time with us in the future.” Something about her tone while saying that made Daniel incredibly nervous, though not as much as Angelica’s hands massaging her upper body did. “You’re such a sweet, well behaved little girl, Daniel… It’s always a pleasure to have you around.”
“T-thank you, ma’am…” Daniel mumbled, trying to ignore the way Angelica’s hands over her breasts were beginning to feel a tad constricting. “Ah, ma’am… What are you d-doing?”
“Hmm…? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, sweetie.” Angelica giggled, squishing what little meat and fat was located underneath her hands — Daniel wasn’t particularly developed, even for her age. “We just said we’d be taking care of you from now on, didn’t we?”
Before Daniel could answer, not that she had any idea of what to say, she was interrupted by her own moans as Angelica pinched her nipples, already half-hard from the constant touch she’d been providing.
“Aww, you’re so cute.” Another little laugh, thick and sweet like molasses. “Let me help you out a bit, sweetie.” Angelica finally took her hands off Daniel’s chest, only to put them back on her body to pull off the sweater she’d been wearing.
It wasn’t yet winter, although it had finally started to get cold, so there wasn’t much more covering Daniel’s upper body except for said sweater and her button up shirt. She would’ve counted the reglementary tie as well, but that didn’t really cover anything. Her lack of anything resembling growth when it came to her chest also meant that, as Angelica began unbuttoning it, her breasts were now fully on display, for she’d never really considered wearing bras necessary.
“Ma’am…” Daniel grabbed the fabric of her skirt, holding it tightly while not daring to move. She wasn’t sure if she’d get in trouble, if she were to do so. “Uhm, I d-don’t think that… T-that you should do that?”
“Oh, are you cold, sweetie?” Angelica asked, fully ignoring the subtext — or perhaps outright text — of the question. “Like I said, we’re taking care of you now. You don’t need to worry about anything~”
Whatever protests Daniel was about to make died in her throat as Angelica started playing with her nipples again, one hand on her breasts while the other rubbed the inside of her thighs. She did so over her skirt, only the tips of Angelica’s fingers touching Daniel’s skin when darting far enough that they went past the edge of the fabric.
Daniel bit her lips, trying to keep her voice down. After all, Roland was still in the other room, and there was no way of knowing who could be past the entrance to the office proper. She didn’t want to get in trouble for being noisy or uncooperative, just because Miss Angelica was making her… Nervous, after all.
“I can’t believe you started without me.” Roland’s voice caused Daniel to turn around. She’d not even heard the door opening and closing, so occupied was she trying to stay quiet. “My own wife, betraying me like this… I don’t think I’ll ever recover~” The grin she directed to Angelica told a completely different story, not that her tone was anything but sarcastic.
“Please, I was just warming her up a little.” Angelica’s hands didn’t stop, though she was now staring at Roland. “You can have her first, if that’d make you feel better, Missus.”
“That might heal my broken heart, now that you mention it.” Roland continued to smirk, walking past them until she was sitting back behind her desk. Staring pointedly at Daniel’s naked chest, Roland half-extended an arm towards her, held in place with her elbow resting on her other hand, and beckoned Daniel with two of her fingers. “Come here, sweetie, behind the desk.”
Angelica let her go, finally taking her hands off Daniel. Close to an agonising minute was spent in silence, Daniel trying to stop herself from shaking madly as she tried to get up from her chair and move the few steps necessary to stand behind Roland’s desk. Neither of the two women in the room said anything, simply waiting for Daniel to do what was needed all on her own.
It felt strangely nice to Daniel, to be waited on. She couldn’t recall many times when she’d been asked to do something, meaningful or otherwise, and those around her had not demanded it’d be done immediately.
She was still trembling by the time she’d done what was asked of her, but neither Angelica or Roland seemed to care. If anything, they both appeared amused by Daniel’s reactions — which was, in her opinion, always better than causing annoyance or anger.
Roland stared up and down at her, rubbing a hand on the outside of her thighs, both over and past her socks. She pouted ever so lightly, observing the way the socks’ elastic pressed down against Daniel’s meat.
“You’re far too thin, I think.” Roland said with a certain edge of frustration. “We’re going to fix that eventually, but it’ll take some time.” She sighed.
“U-uh… I thought…” Daniel covered her still naked chest with her hands, pointedly looking anywhere but at Roland’s face. “I thought this was about my… Cello playing?”
“Well, yes, there’s that.” Angelica answered before Roland had the chance, elbows resting on the desk cutely as she looked at Daniel. “But because you’re such a pretty, talented girl, we thought it’d be best to take the chance to help you with other subjects.”
“Exactly.” Roland nodded, now rubbing the inside of Daniel’s thighs. “There’s so many things a young lady like you needs to learn… Becoming a more accomplished musician should go along with the rest.”
“Ah—” Daniel attempted a response, ultimately cut short by a moan. She supposed that, if her parents had agreed to this arrangement, there was surely nothing wrong with what Miss Angelica and Miss Roland wanted to do.
Otherwise they wouldn’t be doing this. If they said it was for her sake, she had no reason not to trust them.
“Okay…” Daniel’s legs continued to tremble, along with her entire body, a distinct wetness between her legs that became cold to the air making it worse. “Thank you… For caring so much about me.”
“Oh, sweetie, you don’t have to thank us.”
“Agreed. It’s only reasonable to do this for such a precious, hard-working girl like yourself.” Roland nodded, taking her hands off Daniel’s legs to grab her by the waist, hoisting Daniel up and setting ass down on her desk. “You truly weigh nothing, we’re really going to need to work on that.”
“Sorry…?” Daniel stared down at her legs as they swung past the edge of the desk.
“Not your fault, sweetie.” Angelica patted her gently on the head. “You’re not in control of your diet at your age, I would assume… Like we said, we’ll take good care of you.”
Daniel nodded, biting the inside of her mouth as Roland gently pulled her underwear off, sliding it past her skirt until it’d hit the floor. She could feel that same wetness from before slowly dripping onto the desk, painfully aware of how exposed her body was, though unsure of what she could do to alleviate that sensation.
“Uhm… W-what…” Daniel spoke softly, one hand delicately laid on Roland’s arm as she moved her own hand past Daniel’s skirt, the other still covering her chest as best as she could. “What’s… What’s this for, m-ma’am?”
“Oh, don’t worry~” Roland pressed her hand against Daniel’s pubic mound, while also pushing Daniel’s own hand away from her chest. “We want to teach you how to be a good wife. It’ll be very useful to you, once you’re older.”
Once more Daniel nodded, biting her lips as Angelica pulled her down by the shoulders until her back was fully laid on the desk. That made sense, that they would want her to be educated about this kind of matter once she found someone to marry — everyone was so worried about Daniel’s future, it disturbed her sometimes.
“Now just relax, sweetie. It’ll feel better very soon.” Roland promised, lowering herself just enough to press a tiny, soft kiss on Daniel’s lips — her first proper kiss, in fact, — as her hand pushed past the lips of her cunt, rubbing her clit.
There was no time for Daniel to reel at the fact that she’d been kissed, by an adult no less, shamefully overwhelmed by being touched so intimately. She’d never pleasure herself, barely aware that it was something she could do from the hearsay of her peers, and now Daniel had the calloused hands of someone with far more experience taking care of her.
It was only natural to be overwhelmed, truly.
“I get to have her once you’re done, right Missus?” Angelica asked, now resting by Daniel’s left, most of her body sprawled chest first on the desk. “I deserve a taste as well~”
“You just said I could go first… But afterwards she’s all yours.” Roland laughed, one of her fingers poking playfully at Daniel’s entrance. “She has to get used to both of us anyway.”
Daniel could barely register the words being said, lost in the pressure building in her lower body and the sensation of Roland’s fingers against her clit. She whined as one of said fingers was finally pushed into her, slowly stretching her with scissor-like motions until a second could join. Meanwhile Angelica moved close enough to kiss her, first in the same way Roland had — with a particular kind of tenderness Daniel didn’t fully recognise, — then harshly, Angelica thrusting her tongue past Daniel’s lips, kissing her as deeply as she could, practically eating her moans as Roland continued to fuck Daniel with her fingers.
When she came it was with a barely contained scream, Daniel’s entire body tensing before going completely slack on the desk, boneless and easy to manoeuvre, not unlike a ragdoll. Angelica let go of her mouth, allowing her to not immediately pass out, her hand rubbing Daniel’s breasts as she tried to catch her breath.
“She’ll have to learn how to last too, I’m afraid.” Roland said as she pulled her fingers out of Daniel, hand completely covered in her wetness, just to lick them clean. “But I think it’ll be fine.”
“Of course it will.” Angelica rolled her eyes at Roland, sounding rather amused. “Daniel’s a good, talented little girl after all… She needs some help and support, that’s all~”
Blinking, the world temporarily blurry between the pleasure and tears that had formed without notice in her eyes, Daniel stared at the two women hovering over her. She wasn’t sure what she looked like at that moment, but if the heat all over her face and upper body meant anything… All Daniel was sure of was that the hungry stares she was on the receiving end of were caused by her looks.
“How much time do we have before we need to drive her home?” Roland asked Angelica, moving away so she could take her place between Daniel’s legs.
“Hm… I’d say an hour or so? At least forty-five minutes.” Angelica sat on her knees, pulling Daniel by the thighs so her face was perfectly situated against her cunt.
“That’s more than enough for a preliminary lesson, followed by a thorough clean up afterwards.” Roland dragged her still somewhat wet hand across Daniel’s breasts, fingers purposefully pressing down on her nipples, causing a loud whine to escape Daniel’s lips as she playfully pinched them. “Don’t you worry about a single thing, Daniel… Like we keep saying, we’ll take good care of you.”
Even if Daniel could’ve found a proper response to those words, she was interrupted by her own moans as Angelica lapped at the lips of her cunt.
All that she hoped for was that this would please everyone, that she wouldn’t disappoint the adults currently caring for her, or fail to meet all these new expectations that’d been put on her shoulders.