Sexy Stories-The Virgin Janet

Janet awoke to the sound of her alarm clock at 6 am. It was still dark outside but she knew it was time to get ready for school. Her parents were rich modern people who could pay to keep her out of their hair. They paid for the little condo she stayed in, even though an appartment would have done well enough. The little college of the arts she went to was just a few blocks down the road. Not quite close enough for her to go home for lunch, but not so far away she couldn't stay late at school working on her latest project.
She was reminded of her project each morning as she passed what she called her studio room. There were large charts with elaborate illustrations of a modern artwork. The drawings showed the wire-frame shape of a buxom woman. There was a large wire-frame box about its body from the chest to the thighs.
Janet's teachers had praised her for her design. They said it showed a sexual maturity rarely seen in artist her age. She was sorry she had to dissapoint one of them. Like a young professor who had wanted to take her out for dinner. She was a twenty year old virgin. She didn't know the first thing about dating.
The guy had been so cute and powerful, but she couldn't let him find out how little she knew. Curse my damn parents, she thought as she stripped in the bathroom.
When she was younger her mom had told her all about the sins of dating and going with boys. Then they had sent her to an all girls boarding schools and made sure not to send her enough money for makeup or pretty dresses.
She looked in the mirror and asked herself, 'Don't I look attractive? Why don't more guys ask me out? Younger guys?' In the mirror the delicate features of a striking asian woman stared back. A face with tiny full lips and perfect brown eyes. The curls of her short ebony hair shook lightly as she cried. 'Why do I look so ugly?', she whined.
She felt around one of her sizeable breast. They weren't massive but more than adequate. She touched the back of her well toned thighs amazed at the firm volume of meat there. 'Why am I so fat?', she asked.
Janet cursed her parents in japanese, their native tongue and debated why she was too fat for guys to like. She pinched her plump, lovely face and started sobbing harder. She washed her face before flipping the fan switch on.
As she stepped into the shower she recalled the one slight sexual experience she had had in her whole life. Back in boarding school there had been a cute girl named Erica who didn't talk to others much. She had short black hair and a winning smile. Janet had befriended her, as she liked to be friendly with everyone.
Erica did seem a bit odd and she was rather muscular for a girl. But Janet wouldn't listen to rumors that the girl was queer. Wouldn't listen until one day out of the blue Erica pressed her hand against young Janet's crotch after gym. She was wearing the regulation skirt and stockings but still Janet had felt a warm heat, hotter than the other girls hand could be, growing between her legs. Then Janet, embarassed had left without saying a word.
In the shower Janet rubbed her clit as she fantasized about what might have went different if she had let Erica continue. They never had spoken much after that.
She had to stop soon for her clit was extremely sensitive and one of her least used parts. Even the few strokes she had given it had her panting for air and feeling steaming hot all over.
Janet stopped the shower and patted herself dry. Later she put on a long white knitted pullover sweater. It went just to her thighs where a tiny silk white skirt peeked out. She kept her legs in magnificent shape and needed no stockings. - - - As Janet walked to school in her ultra short outfit she noticed several men stopping to stre at her. Even women were looking at her legs and chest. She felt horrible. She thought they were all wondering why such a porky girl would dare to ware such an outift.
The men that were looking at Janet would have happily paid money just to take her out to dinner. But they all saw the bold way she walked and how she kept her head so high. Surely, she would scorn the apporach of any mortal man.
The women mostly felt envious. Some even dared to hiss a, "shameless hussy" or "whore" at her as she passed.
The way everyone had watched and stared at her made her feel like some scarlet letter 'V' was stitched to her dress.
There was a healthy glow to her face from her long stroll by the time she arrived at school.
In advanced statuary class that day, Janet was surprised to see Yona Brighton. She was the biggest artist in the field. Turned out, that Janet's teacher, Mr. Beham was an old friend of hers and she just happened to be in town.
All during class, Janet's hands shook. She felt so nervous and unsure about herself. Her clay statue of a horse was looking more like a cow.
Then Yona herself had come over to help. She looked at Janet's dirty hands, covered in a mess of gritty clay. She took the girl's hands in her own strong ones and slowly stroked them. Janet wondered why the older woman was doing such a thing. She looked up at the woman's face. Yona was a big strong woman with short blonde hair. Her face was still pretty cute and womanly though.
"Here this is what to do.", the older woman said as she dropped Janet's hands and used the mess of clay now in her own hands to build the horse's neck and head.
The rest of the class was pretty busy all about the room, in their working coats. Even Mr. Beham was busy across the room shaping some student's hopeless mess of clay into something a bit more reasonable.
"Gee. Thanx a mil!", Janet exclaimed, surprised at the fleet speed of Yona's hands.

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