Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Kaytlin rung her fingers anxiously behind her back as she walked into the extravagant entrance hall of Pinewood Academy, her dream school. She didn't know much about the finer things, but she did know that the dark wooden walls, the spotless marble floor, and the numerous figurines and awards sitting on the glass shelves were more than she would ever be able to afford. Ever since she had been old enough to understand the benefits of a good education, she had wanted to attend this school. This desire propelled her grades and extra curricular activities forward.
However, it was unknown to her that she had been selected, not solely upon grades and achievements, but upon her beauty as well. She had been the most attractive and desired girl during her first two years of high school, but she simply hadn't had time for a serious relationship. She had a slim, athletic figure, stood at a little over 5'3, had shoulder length, sharp green eyes, thick brown hair that ended in curls just above her taught breasts, and a cute round butt that had been an attention grabber since the boys in her grade hit puberty. This tight school uniform of a red and black plad skirt, black stockings and loafers, and white shirt with the school emblem that did everything to exaggerate her features. At the young age of 17 she was gorgeous and intelligent and there was no question about it.
"Ladies! If all of the Scholarship recipients will please follow me, the panel of judges would like to have a few words!" An announcer called from a nearby room to the chattering ladies. Eagerly, Kaytlin bounced up the steps, being the first one to enter the room. She was fearless under most circumstances, but the way the teachers, who sat behind a large polished table, looked at her as she entered the room turned her stomach into knots. She didn't know why, but even though some of them wore kind expressions, something about the majority of the looks they were giving the girls as they entered reminded her of a wildlife documentary in which a lion might stalk it's prey. "Please take a seat, there will be enough for all of you." The speaker assured, shaking Kaytlin out of her moment of nervousness. As the room went from loud conversations to hushed whispers, he continued, "We will now assign you to a teacher who will be your guide and assure that you receive the full benefits of your scholarship. You are advised to follow their guidance under any and all circumstances as failure to do so could result in termination of the scholarship."
Nervously, Kaytlin took her seat, looking upon the faces of the teachers anxiously and then to her feet. Inexplicably, her face was red hot with a shy crimson mask. She hadn't been made aware they would receive guidance counselors, but so be it. It wasn't that strange, was it? Still, one of the teacher's had managed to catch her eye and she vaguely wondered what class he taught and if she would be lucky enough to be mentored by him, "Now," The speaker concluded, "We will have the teachers step forward and call out the name of their selected student so that they may help you to become more familiar with your accommodations and student life here at Pinewood."
However, it was unknown to her that she had been selected, not solely upon grades and achievements, but upon her beauty as well. She had been the most attractive and desired girl during her first two years of high school, but she simply hadn't had time for a serious relationship. She had a slim, athletic figure, stood at a little over 5'3, had shoulder length, sharp green eyes, thick brown hair that ended in curls just above her taught breasts, and a cute round butt that had been an attention grabber since the boys in her grade hit puberty. This tight school uniform of a red and black plad skirt, black stockings and loafers, and white shirt with the school emblem that did everything to exaggerate her features. At the young age of 17 she was gorgeous and intelligent and there was no question about it.
"Ladies! If all of the Scholarship recipients will please follow me, the panel of judges would like to have a few words!" An announcer called from a nearby room to the chattering ladies. Eagerly, Kaytlin bounced up the steps, being the first one to enter the room. She was fearless under most circumstances, but the way the teachers, who sat behind a large polished table, looked at her as she entered the room turned her stomach into knots. She didn't know why, but even though some of them wore kind expressions, something about the majority of the looks they were giving the girls as they entered reminded her of a wildlife documentary in which a lion might stalk it's prey. "Please take a seat, there will be enough for all of you." The speaker assured, shaking Kaytlin out of her moment of nervousness. As the room went from loud conversations to hushed whispers, he continued, "We will now assign you to a teacher who will be your guide and assure that you receive the full benefits of your scholarship. You are advised to follow their guidance under any and all circumstances as failure to do so could result in termination of the scholarship."
Nervously, Kaytlin took her seat, looking upon the faces of the teachers anxiously and then to her feet. Inexplicably, her face was red hot with a shy crimson mask. She hadn't been made aware they would receive guidance counselors, but so be it. It wasn't that strange, was it? Still, one of the teacher's had managed to catch her eye and she vaguely wondered what class he taught and if she would be lucky enough to be mentored by him, "Now," The speaker concluded, "We will have the teachers step forward and call out the name of their selected student so that they may help you to become more familiar with your accommodations and student life here at Pinewood."