A new school, a new pupil (LilFawn x Tanakalian)

[Tanakalian]

@LilFawn
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He had been a teacher for so many years at the same school, that people thought of him to be part of the furniture. And when new pupils started addressing him with his first name, even before he had to introduce himself, he knew he had to move. He’d been looking around, until he finally found what seemed to be the perfect place. Always sun, always warm weather, sea very close, perfectly behaved students, great teacher-team. It seemed like a dream, and when he sent his application, including CV, he got an answer the next day that he was hired. His record was so impressive they said, that they knew they wanted him. He handed in his notice, would work up to Christmas, sold his house and found a lovely little cottage at the beach that needed some work, which made it cheaper. He left the place he lived and the school he worked when there was two feet of snow and when he arrived at his new house, the sun was shining and it was warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt.

He spent Christmas doing up his new house, a lovely little place with two bedrooms, a large country-kitchen and a tiny living-room, typical or the region, he was told. His nearest neighbour lived more than a mile away, something he loved as he valued his privacy. And it meant, for the first time in many years, that he could be the nudist he was at heart. Walking around naked in his house, without anyone being able to watch him was pure bliss. He had a good body, at his age. He kept fit, by walking long distances and an occasional hike and now with the sea at his doorstep, he’d make sure to go for a swim every morning. Standing at 6’5”, a gift from his father’s line, with medium length curly brown hair, eyes the colours of every part of the rainbow, it all depended on the angle from where you looked at him, he was often mistaken for a man a decade his real age.

He had never married, even though he had plenty of flings, girls seemed to be attracted to him like bees to honey, but he was extremely picky. He wasn’t a man for a one-night-stand, even though he had had a few in his life, he loved his girls young, somewhere around 18, 19. He always had a favour for girls that were late teens. And he had made sure that every year he would have a new one, to tutor one he set his eyes on in the first class of the year The principals at his previous school had never found out, the girls he took under his wing ranked among the top students in the country, and at the same time he taught them all about deeper and darker sexuality. There had been a few he had introduced to BDSM, who had welcomed his life-style, but so far he’d never collared one for real.

When he got appointed, he had told the head of the school of his methods, of him tutoring one girl, and that he insisted to do the same. At that time there had been contact between the schools and it was accepted that he would tutor a girl, on his terms. It was only when he entered the town the school was located that he remembered the place. He’d visited it on a round-trip through the region, spending one night in the town that he hadn’t remembered the name of, but while he walked through the main street, he saw the club he’d been in and fucked a hot girl. And while he passed there, he wondered how she’d be doing now. But it was a passing thought, there was no reason to think back of a fuck, when there were so many new girls to be had for him and a young, eighteen year old student he would take on as his personal pupil.

He didn’t need to start until the next week, but after the email and telephone conversations he had with the head of the school, he had arranged a meeting for coffee, to get to know each other and be introduced to the other teachers. It was a good meeting, he felt he fitted in, he wasn’t the oldest teacher, but more than one mistook him for younger, which he only smiled about. There was one teacher, a woman perhaps fifteen years his junior who tried getting to know more about him, but she was totally not his type and a bit too old for his liking. After the meeting he was shown a small office, it seemed all teachers had one, a room that would be perfect to have one-on-one sessions with his pupil, before inviting her to his own place, for more private matters.

He spent the rest of the week discovering the town, keeping to his own promise to go swimming every morning and it had been the most wonderful preparation for a new job. On the Monday he dressed in a pair of light cotton trousers, with a casual shirt. He had been told there wasn’t a dress-code for teachers, and with the temperature unseasonably warm, it was the best outfit he could find. He arrived at the class-room assigned to him, had a look around and looked at the presence list in front of him. It was going to be one of the girls on the list, but he had no idea which one it was going to be. He’d know, a couple of minutes into the lesson, sort of a love at first sight feeling. The moment he saw the girl, he knew it was going to be her.

He wrote his name down on the black-board. Douglas Coupland, then sat down, it would be another few minutes before class would start and he started thinking what the girls would be wearing, with the weather so hot for the time of year.

 

[LilFawn]

Lucy Gwen had been living in this town for her entire life, ever since she was born to a single mother. She never knew who her father was, but her mother owned a portrait of her father that showed his detailed features. She only had a chance to see it once when she was still a child and she never saw it again.

It was never a big deal for her growing up only in her mother's care. She followed her mother's surname, and her maternal family showed her lots of love that made her into who she was now. Standing at 5'6", she was a blooming 18 year old teenage girl who had a bright future in front of her. She had a long blonde hair that ran down to her hips, pretty crystal blue eyes inherited from her mother and she had the sweetest smile ever able to melt anyone's heart. In addition, she was a smart girl and she had exceled in her studies so far, making her a popular girl in school with quite a number of secret admirers.

It was Monday, yet another normal school day but today the class was in a buzz because a new teacher would be coming in to teach them. Lucy was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and short jeans in this hot weather, showing off her slim body and long legs. It was one of the best things attending this school - it didn't have a dress code and the students were allowed to wear whatever they wanted as long it was not too exposed or indecent. The other girls wear T-shirt or camisoles, filling up the classroom with youthful energy.

When the new teacher came in, the whole class was excited but quiet as they silently judged the new teacher who would teach them for the rest of the year. There was a strange sense of familiarity about the man at Lucy's first sight of him, but she couldn't remember when she'd seen him before. Douglas Coupland was his name. Lucy silently whispered his name, but there was still no recollection of having heard his name before. Lucy sat in her seat as she waited for the class to start, to listen to his first few words of teaching.

 

[Tanakalian]

His voice, a deep bass baritone, was warm and vibrant, and when he started his first class at this new school, he had already decided which of the girls was going to be the one he’d offer private lessons. The moment she walked in he had known. He never picked a girl on looks, he just didn’t have a type of girl. There were some features that he preferred, a slim body being one, and he always had had a fancy for smaller breasts rather than large ones, but even that wasn’t a reason to not take a girl on. And with this girl, with her long legs and long blonde hair, it was a hunch, something about her that told him she would be suited better than others. She had an aura of confidence around her, of a girl who was probably one of the popular girls, but a twinkle in her eyes that he thought to see, made him think in her heart she was a submissive girl, no doubt with her realizing or even knowing what it meant.

He started class with calling out the names on his presence list, putting faces to names and when he called out her name, Lucy Gwen, he smiled a little broader, almost unnoticeable, for he liked the name Lucy. The next fifteen minutes he spent discussing his methods, that he would try to give every one of them as much personal attention as possible, but that he, in return, expected them to do much more on their own. Over the years he had refined his methods, starting fresh out of education by going through the textbooks word by word, but that wasn’t his forte. Give pupils space to do a lot of self-work and thus have more time to spend time with them on an individual basis.

He had been told by the principal that he had taken over from a teacher who, like him, had moved to another school, and that all his classes should be where they were supposed to be, something he indeed quickly found out. It made his life so much easier, if the pupils would be up to scratch with their curriculum for his class. He was, as pupils at his old school had told him numerous times, a natural teacher. A man with power in a class, for letting them free. It sounded ridiculous in his ears, but he took the compliments as they came. The rest of the time, he let this class work on their own, to continue from where they were, without him interfering or guiding them. It was a first test, it gave him the chance to observe the pupils, who was better at working by themselves, who would need more steering.

When bell rang for the end of the class and they all got up, he held Lucy back. ‘Can you please come to my office, on the first floor, after school? There is something I want to discuss with you’. It was all he said to her, knowing full well the girl would be surprised about his command for her. She had given no reason for him to be mad at her, or have dismay in how she was in class and undoubtedly it would make her think the rest of the day what he wanted to discuss with her. But, all in good time, it would become clear to her and he hoped she’d take him up on his offer. The rest of his day, three more sets of pupils, all younger than his first group, went by as smooth as a lovely lacy thong, and since he had a free period the last hour of the day, he was in his office well before he was expecting Lucy. He was ready for her, was she for him?

 

[LilFawn]

It was but just a normal class of the day for Lucy Gwen, as her friends around her started gossiping about how hot they think the new teacher was and the reason he was single till now, she remained quiet as she took in all the information spreading around her. Sometimes she was fascinated with how fast news move along the school, she wouldn't be surprised that in a few more days they would find out the deepest details about their newest teacher.

Although she was popular in school she remained indifferent to most things but there was something special about this teacher for her. Not to mention the strange familiarity, but also his peculiar method of teaching. The students were all impressed by how he let them worked on their own, already labeling him as one of the best teachers they encountered in their lives.

After the bell rang signaling the end of the class, Lucy was indeed surprised when he held her back and asked to see her. At first she thought she had done something wrong but later a student who came from the teacher's office told her that Mr Coupland might be interested to take her as his personal pupil. News always spread fast in the school. For the rest of her classes, she'd been wondering what was the meaning of 'personal pupil'. She never had any troubles in her studies till now though there were still hiccups along the way.

After going through all the classes of the day, the school bell finally rang signaling the end of classes. As the other students rushed back to their home sweet home, Lucy took her bag and made her way to the teacher's office on the first floor. She located his office very easily, his office was still brand new after receiving its new resident. She knocked politely on the door seeing that he had been expecting her. "Good afternoon Mr Coupland. You are asking to see me after school?" She said as she took a seat in front of him, waiting patiently to hear what he wanted to discuss with her.

 

[Tanakalian]

He eyed the girl up and down, as she sat down, just a friendly gaze, without a clearly other intention than to monster her. But his mind was racing, all kinds of images popping up in his head, of the things he would love to do to a girl like Lucy. ‘Yes, welcome, thank you for coming. Here’s what I wanted to discuss with you’. He paused for a second or two, pushing back the wicked thoughts and forming the words in his head. ‘I have been a teacher for a very long time and each year I have taken on one pupil as my personal project. I love to guide and train such a pupil for the time after school, to give them the best preparation there is.

It’s never about getting grades up, most definitely not in your case. I have seen in your file that you are a good student. It’s always been about the extra curriculum. Call it life’s lessons. But, of course, it’s also a bit of tutoring, to help you work towards your exams. I am not going to give you any cheats, don’t expect the questions up front, you will have to do it all on your own, but I could help you handle with the stress of the exams’. Once more he paused, the first and most important bit he had said. He looked the girl in her eyes, never breaking from his direct gaze, trying to figure out her thoughts. It could well be that she didn’t need it, or even that she didn’t want it.

It had happened before on a few occasions, girls that refused him on his offer, which was all fine. It was an offer, not a demand. He had never forced anything on a girl, they had to enter the private relation with him voluntarily and everything that would happen was going to be voluntarily. To him, that was the beauty of it, to get a girl to the point that he could do anything with them, the girls begging him to take things much further than they had dreamt of, or expected. ‘I know that for this school it’s a strange offer, but I have discussed it with the board when I applied. In fact, it was the sole condition for me to take up this position. I know it works, former pupils who have taken me up on my offer are all exceeding in life. One is even on her way to rise high in the ranks of a political party’

For the third time he paused, but all three had been small ones, not really giving Lucy the time to interrupt, for now it was good enough for him that she had the time to process his words and his offer. ‘I realize it is a lot to take in, I know it’s an unusual offer, especially for here as I just said. I want you to think about it carefully and thoroughly, perhaps talk it over with your parents, or make up your mind on your own, you are, after all, an adult. It’s Monday now, shall we agree that by Wednesday evening at the latest you give me an answer?’ He picked up a card from a small pile on his desk, which had his school email-address on there, but on the back he wrote his personal email dcoup@hotmail.com and his mobile phone-number down. ‘These are my personal details, Lucy. You can reach me there at all time. I really hope you will accept the offer. For now, that’ll be all, unless you have any immediate and pressing questions you wish to ask?’

 

[LilFawn]

Lucy sat politely on the chair as she listened tentatively to what the teacher had to say to her without any idea of his intentions. He sounded convincing and reliable when he proposed his project to her, but it did leave her wondering what were the details of the extra curriculum he wanted to teach her. Whatever it was, it must be something good that would benefit her in the future, she thought, and there would be no reason to refuse. As he talked, she stared into his face and tried even harder to recollect when she had seen him before. He had just moved into this place, and she had never went out of here before, so it was highly unlikely that they had met each other before. Perhaps he appeared in TV before? She wondered.

But she kept all the thoughts to herself as he finished telling her the details without giving her any chance to interrupt. It did sound like a good project, any good student would adore undivided attention from a personal teacher. Better yet, she got it for free. "Thank you Mr Coupland. I will go back to discuss with my mother and think about it." She answered as she took the card from him. "There were no questions from me, Mr Coupland. I'll let you know my answer by Wednesday." She said, as she stood up and left his office after saying goodbye.

Her heart and mind were both telling her to accept the offer, there was no doubt about it. But still, when she got home, she went up to her mother who was working as a clerk for a couple years now and asked for her opinion. When she showed her mother the teacher's name card, for some reason she saw that her mother seemed to be lost in thoughts. "Mum. Mum!" She called to her for a few times before she snapped out of it. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear, I was out of it for a while. My baby girl, I think you are big enough to make your own decision now. You can decide whether to take the offer for yourself, but I believe the project may take up quite a lot of time from you. You can go for the project if you think you're ready." Her mother told her, but Lucy could sense that something was off.

It was until the next day after school when she came home, she realized her mother was sitting in her bedroom looking at a portrait. Her heart thumped at the sight of the portrait, it was the portrait that she had seen once before when she was a child, but it was the person's face that sent goosebumps down her skin. It looked exactly the same as the new teacher's face, but a bit younger than how he looked like now. Mixed emotions turmoiled in her heart, but mostly it was a positive feeling. She had always assumed the man was her father although her mother never admitted it to her. She knew it was pointless to ask her mother, her mother wouldn't talk about it. Her interest in the new teacher surged greatly. She wanted to get to know him, how he was like, and how he was related to her and her mother.

Therefore, on Wednesday evening after school, she came to his office again, knocking on his door and letting herself in like before. She was ready to tell him her decision, with a delight in her voice at that. "Mr Coupland, I am here to tell you that I want to accept your offer to be your personal pupil. Please take care of me."

 

[Tanakalian]

No matter how many girls he had taken under his wing, the days between making the offer and getting an answer were always a bit nerve-racking. He had to continue as if nothing had happened, give his usual classes, but inside he always was a little bit anxious. Would she, wouldn’t she? When the Wednesday arrived and lessons past and he still didn’t have an answer he had nearly given up, but after school, when he was back in his office, he heard a knock on the door, with Lucy entering and before he could even greet her, she told him she’d accept the offer. ‘Excellent! That makes me really happy. I can promise you now that this will be a year you will remember for the rest of your life’.

He got up from his chair, walked around his desk and shook the girl’s hand, before sitting on the edge of his desk, much closer to Lucy. ‘When a girl accepts my offer to become their personal mentor for a year, the very first thing I do is to invite her for dinner. I have learnt, over the years, that food and perhaps some alcohol, often provides common ground to delve deeper into what I am expecting and providing. Such a meal gives us both the opportunity to get to know each other, in an informal setting’. He paused for a few moments, he knew his next words, but this too was a bit of a nervous moment.

‘I want to invite you to come to my place this coming Saturday, unless of course you have other plans, for that dinner. If you can make it, and I sincerely hope so, please come to my place for 6.30 in the evening. I live right by the beach, a little out of town, so it is perhaps easier if you come by taxi. Whatever costs you need to make I will repay you. Once again, you don’t have to immediately give me an answer, tomorrow is early enough, because I will need to do shopping and perhaps take into consideration if you have food you don’t like to eat’. In his experience, girls jumped to the opportunity to visit him at his home, at least they had done so at his old school. While he had always been one of the most popular teachers, he was very secretive about his personal life and only the girls he took on got a glimpse of it.

His thoughts returned to the very first girl he had invited to his home, a little over a decade ago. The first couple of years he hadn’t done that, he did take his personal pupils out for a meal, but one girl bluntly asked him if instead of going out, she could come to his place. It had been a fabulous night and he promised himself to make a tradition out of it. But, moving to a new place, a new school, he knew he had to build up his reputation again and definitely not overstep his mark too soon. Lucy would be something of a test for him. ‘Right, it’s getting late, and I’m sure you want to head home as well. You know where to reach me’. He got up from the edge of the desk, picking up his bag, and waited for Lucy to get up as well, letting her leave before locking the door.

The first thing he did when he got home, was strip himself of all clothes. He felt really restricted wearing them, but knew full well that in a school he couldn’t exactly walk around naked. He grabbed a bottle of Ricard, an aniseed liquor, pouring a small glass and sat down on the couch.

 

[LilFawn]

Lucy's smile lit up on her face as he was as delighted as she was when they agreed on the project. "I agree." She answered when he told her it would be a memorable year for her, as she thought about how to form a meaningful bond with him. Maybe at one point she would find out why her mother had his portrait at her house. She shook his hand back as she listened tentatively to his talk. It still came as a surprise for her when he invited her to his house, although he had voiced out the reason behind it. But on second thought, it was a chance for her to get to know him personally.

When he saw her to the door, Lucy took a while to tell him her decision, not wanting to look eager. He was an attractive man for his age, and she believed that there would be girls who would jump on the chance to go to his house. As much as she wanted to know him, albeit not for romantic reasons, she didn't want to portray herself as that kind of girl. "Mr Coupland, I'll be happy to have dinner with you at your place. I'll be there by 6.30pm if nothing else happened." After that, she left the office with him, secretly thinking about the dinner date that he had planned for them. It made her wonder what did his earlier students thought of him before. Was he an excellent teacher? That thought left her excited with the possibility that he might be her own biological father whom she'd never met since birth.

After she got back home, she let her mother know that she'd be out on Saturday night for a personal mentoring session with a new teacher from school, hiding the fact that he was the same person from her mother's portrait. She had taken his number, and messaged him to let him know she'd be fine with anything that he wanted to prepare for the dinner.

Time passed and it was finally Saturday, the day of her meeting with the teacher. As was decided before, she took a cab to the address given to her to his house, a pretty out of the town place near the beach. She had dolled herself up pretty for the occasion, with light makeup and lipstick, wearing a colorful blouse dress that hugged her curves and ran down to her knees. She admired the scenary outside the window of the cab as it took her down the windy roads by the beach, imagining all kinds of situations that might happen at the dinner, anticipating it more than she first thought.

 

[Tanakalian]

Even though he knew that he would need another week or two to really find his bearings at the school, his feel for all the various vibes any school naturally had, his first week had gone more than good. Better than he had hoped for. Of course, the fabulous weather, his new house by the beach, remote as could be, and most importantly, the fact he had found a girl who seemed every bit perfect as his private project. It was a shame he had started halfway the year, but perhaps if things would progress the way he hoped, they would stay in close contact during the summer and when she would start her University or college education.

On Friday-evening, after classes, a few of the teachers had taken him out for a meal and a few drinks, curious as they were to get to know him and a little too investigative about him taking on a student for private mentoring. The thing that had stood out for him in his first week, was that news travelled very fast. The school was much more open than his previous one, it seemed there were little or no secrets to be held, which was something he made a good mental note of. For if he would enter a sexual dominating relationship with Lucy, they would have to keep it to themselves for at least half a year. Of course, he had dealt with such a situation more often, he knew how to keep his cards close to his chest

When he woke on the Saturday morning, he walked straight from his bed into sea, without bothering to put on swimming trunks. He swam for half an hour, then rested on the beach for another half hour. And as he had hoped, and expected, he was not disturbed. Not even a lone walker with a dog was to be seen. It made him convinced that within his own house, and the stretch of sand and sea closest, he could be naked at all time. He had a light breakfast, then had a shower and got dressed, for he had to go into town to get the ingredients for a meal for the evening. But before he left, he looked around his place, trying to imagine how an 18 year old girl would view it for the very first time.

As his living-room was tiny, he had put his most valued possessions in the kitchen, which took up nearly three-quarters of the ground floor. It was more a kitchen-diner than a country-kitchen and in the dining part, he had put up a large book-case, with writers from every part of the world, and behind glass doors, on two shelves his forbidden books. Nabokov’s Lolita, some books by DAF de Sade, Lady Chatterly’s Lover, books that were all about sexuality in its riskier forms. And he had hung one very large painting. It was a very explicit painting, the hands of a girl, spreading her vagina wide open, receiving a large load of male sperm. But there was no penis in the picture, the load of sperm was hovering, shooting, towards the girl’s vagina. The painting was made by one of his former pupils, a girl who was now a respected painter and had had several expositions in large cities. She has signed it with her own name, of course, but not many people had ever seen it.

To his pleasant surprise there was a market going on in the town center, and he got fresh fish and lobster, for he was going to make a wealthy fish-soup, along the recipe for the French Bouillabaisse. When he got home, after also buying some red and white wine, and a local liquor based on aniseed, he started preparing the soup five minutes after he got home. The five minutes he needed to strip off his clothes and only put an apron on. When he walked down, and saw his image in the mirror, he had to laugh, for he looked ridiculous. He put on the lobster first, cooking it, then cutting it to get its gorgeous flesh. He prepared the soup, but turned it off once it was done, to reheat it later.

The rest of the afternoon, he spend in quietness, reading a while and having a small nap, before heading up to his bedroom to get dressed for the evening. He put on a light pair of cotton summer trousers, despite it being January, and a thin blue polo. The two items of fabric were the only two he was wearing, when he made his way down. He was right on time, for in the distance he saw the taxi approaching. He opened his front-door, even before Lucy had made her way out of the cab. When she walked up to the door, he put his hand up in a greeting. ‘Welcome to my humble place, Lucy. You look absolutely amazing. Please come in’. He led the way into the country-kitchen and helped her sit down, with the young girl facing the large picture. ‘I’ll grab some white wine’.

 

[LilFawn]

Lucy's eyes widened in interest as the cab slowly approached the little cottage by the beach. She had not expected that Mr Coupland would be living in an isolated cottage by the beach, but she could understand why he did so, the outside view was amazing and there was a stretch of sand outside exclusively for himself. The weather was sunny all year round in this place, and it was no surprise that he would opt for a cottage by the beach for himself to enjoy peace and solitary. She had heard that he was not married, but nothing much beyond that about his family background or personality. As she admired the view of the cottage from the cab, she saw the front door opened and Mr Coupland came out of it. After she got out of the cab and paid the fee, she went up to him with a sweet smile.

"Thank you, Mr Coupland. Your house looks wonderful." She replied politely and shook his hand. Although she had agreed to become his private student partly due to her own agenda, she had not yet being briefed about what the program consisted of. He would probably brief her about it during the dinner. His house looked cozy enough to live in alone, and once she entered the living room, the smell of delicious food wafted through the air from the kitchen. She looked around the place, pretty certain that he was living on his own from the look of it before she was led to the kitchen.

His kitchen told her more about him. She immediately noticed the huge picture in front of her, slightly appalled at first sight but then realized that it was a painting from a prestigious painter in the world. As he went off to bring the wine, her eyes scanned the large book case by the side, all the book topics insinuating darker sexuality. At that same moment, she came to a realization about the private project he had in mind for her. The girl in the painting was young, around her age, so that must be the project he had been doing ever since. Instead of being frightened and running away, it only made her more curious about how he was like. The question still remained: what was his relationship with her mother, and her? She wasn't going to head home without an answer. So she continued staring into the picture with both fascination and curiousity, and that was what Mr Coupland saw when he returned with the white wine in hand.

 

[Tanakalian]

He had witnessed several different reactions by the girls he had given the opportunity to see the painting. Some were appalled by it, some only glanced over it and gave an indefinite answer to his questions about it. But while he made his way into the kitchen part, to get the white wine from the fridge, he followed Lucy’s little exploring trip and was watching her as she studied the painting. The look she had on her eyes was so different from any other girl. He realized that by now she must have concluded he had a clearly sexual mind, the books and the painting gave that away, yet he couldn’t know she was wondering about their relation, all he thought was if she would figure out he wanted to have her and dominate her.

He put both glasses on the table, sitting down in one chair, with Lucy’s glass in front of the chair right next to his. He wasn’t going to sit away from her, he wanted to have her as close as possible, as a way of testing the waters, figuring out how far she would let him go. If anything happened, and he didn’t think there would, it would perhaps be a kiss. He was convinced that eventually he would have her the way he wanted, yet it would start out all very vanilla. He turned in his chair to face the girl at her side. ‘I see you like the painting, at least, that’s what I conclude from the way you look at it. She, the painter, is one of my former pupils and it’s a self-portrait, or rather, it’s the girl herself in the painting’.

He had never had sex with the girl, not intercourse, but they had done some stuff together, he had fingered her once and licked her twice and she had sucked him on a couple of occasions, but that was as far as she would ever go. And he had never in his life forced a girl to do anything she didn’t willingly want to do herself. ‘What do you make of it? About the technique used, about the scene pictured? And would it be something you would hang in your own room?’ He always asked the same three questions, and he had never gotten a similar answer, but in Lucy’s case he was more curious to her answers for the way she had been looking at the painting. ‘Please, come sit down with me, before you answer my questions, I want to propose a toast’.

He waited for the very pretty girl to sit down next to him, raised his glass to her and before taking a first sip, spoke again. ‘Here’s to you, and to me, and to our upcoming year. I am certain it’s going to be magical’. He took a sip, let the wine flow around his mouth, before swallowing it, put his glass down and looked at the girl attentively, ever so curious to what her answers were going to be.

 

[LilFawn]

Lucy's thoughts were interrupted as Mr Coupland placed the glasses on the table, noticing that he decided to sit close to her. There was a strange atmosphere surrounding them, as if he had indirectly let her know what he wanted and now he wanted to know her response. Lucy had to admit herself that she might be a more peculiar girl than the others, most probably due to her background of being born to a mother who worked in a pub. Her mother was a woman who frequently fell in love at first sight with men she was attracted with, even if the man did not give her long term commitment. Her mother was more open-minded in that way, to love just for the fun of it as long as both of them were happy. So needless to say, she frequently had flings or one-night stands with men who came to the pub she worked in, and she was a result of it. At that thought, she listened to his tales about the painting, as she absentmindedly held the white wine within her fingers after she sat down next to him and gave him a toast. "Thank you Mr Coupland." After she took a good sip of the wine, she put her glass down as well as she turned to look at him.

"It was fascinating that she would decipher sex, or rather sexuality in that way. It has always been a topic deemed to be taboo in our community, but to put it into a painting, drawing a self-portrait of herself, shows that she has a very special kind of relationship with you." She replied, unsure if he liked her answer. "I am always open minded about sexuality and things of that kind, maybe because of my mother's influence." She continued, looking at his response. "I don't know who my father was ever since I was born, I think he only fucked my mum once and left her, not knowing that she had his child after that. My mum.. well she have had many men before in her life, but her only family was me, a child she bear with a special someone to her, I guess." She said with a tinge of sadness in her eyes. Her mother had gave her a lot of love, but it still felt different without a father.

"Is this the purpose of this private project? I heard that all your past pupils were all girls too.." She said, trying to gauge his intentions and the reason he invited her to join his project as his private pupil.

 

[Tanakalian]

He listened attentively and carefully to the girl, smiling for the right questions she asked, about the real purpose of his project with her. No girl had ever been so quickly in seeing his deeper meaning and it felt welcoming to him. The way he was thinking, if Lucy indeed thought this, not just the tutoring, but also a sexual relation, was where it would be heading, but instead of running away, staying and asking him these questions, he felt she could well be up for it. But while he was processing his thoughts, of how to break it to her, the thing about her father popped up to the front of his thoughts. There was something about it, which made him think back to the time he had been holidaying in the region. Yes, it was true he had fucked a girl in a bar, but it wasn’t in the town itself, it was in some club out of town. But then again, the time could be right. What would the odds be? Him fucking a girl, who then got pregnant with a girl who he was now inviting to become his newest personal project?

Impossible, he quickly concluded. The odds would be zero. He pushed the thought back, happy with himself that Lucy could never ever be his daughter. He made no attempt to touch her, as for comfort, took another sip of his wine, before speaking up. ‘First of all, girl, if you are indeed going to be under my wings for the next year, I think you can stop being so formal. Please call me Douglas. But if that’s too informal for you, I’d rather you call me Sir instead of Mr.’ He finished his wine, refilled his glass and took another sip. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, nor did he drink fast, but the first glass he had only filled with a small bottom, purely for the toast. After putting his glass back down, he continued.

‘Word travels fast around these parts, Lucy. Unfortunately it’s not entirely true. While most of the pupils I have mentored and tutored, especially the last ones, were girls, I have had guys under my wings as well. But male students especially around your age are, in my personal experience, not eager enough to really better themselves. And I am not willing to spend my time on someone who thinks that solely the fact of having me as their personal tutor is going to bring them advantage. All advantages that come forth from our cooperation, like with all the others, are entirely you own doing. Only if *you* want to better yourself, you can achieve that’. He emphasized the word ‘you’, trying to make it crystal clear that the girl had to do it all by herself.

‘But, and that much is true, if we are to become close, where I have a role of becoming your confidant, very intimate details of your life, and of mine, will be discussed. Yet, you really have to take my word for this, nothing will ever happen or talked about, that you do not wish to happen’. Easy for him to say, he thought to himself, everything usually happened in the same pattern, the girls would come to him with questions about his books, and about darker sexuality, and they would almost certainly happily submit to him. But, it had to come from the girl, freely, willingly and voluntarily. Further along the line, he thought, if the girl was a little shy about herself, he would do some nudging, but he already knew that with Lucy that wouldn’t be the case.

‘Now then, if you give me ten minutes, I will finish our food. If you want more wine, please feel free to take it, there is plenty more’. He picked up his own glass and got up, walking to the stove and turning the heat back up under the large pan, he put the lobster meat in, and while stirring, he added seasoning to his taste. When the soup started boiling he turned the gas down to the lowest setting, picked up two large bowls and together with spoons put them on the table. He gave the soup another stir, tasted it once more, and turned the heat off, carrying the pan to the table, where he filled first Lucy’s bowl and then his. ‘Bon appetite, girl, I hope you like it. If you have more questions, please ask, or you can wait until we’ve finished eating’.