Coviello Academy, Chapter 1

by Amber

Tiffany was nervous as her mother Ann drove her down the wealthy uptown streets of Manhattan to the prominent and expensive Coviello Academy. And so she should be nervous. It would be her first year at the private school and today was her first day.

But she had been irritated at her mom ever since she decided that Tiffany would transfer schools. Her mom insisted that the academy was best for her because it would specialize to her particular educational needs. And after many rows Tiffany finally gave in to her demanding mother, and came to a realization that maybe she was lucky to have been accepted into such a special school.

And the all-girl academy was special indeed. Maxwell Coviello, the famous billionaire fashion artist, opened the academy to cater to choice uprising models, who as he saw them were to be backbone of the fashion industry that made him so rich. And apart from regular classes like math and english, the school’s curriculum was slanted in the direction of teaching these young hopefuls about modeling and fashion in an array of special elective classes; a dream to any girl who ever aspired to be a model. And Ann had pressured Tiffany to go into modeling from a very young age. And now that Tiffany’s body was blossoming into the perfect figure she had no doubts that she could go far. Her daughter’s acceptance into the academy was the big chance she had been waiting for. To put her daughter on the cool track to stardom. And she just knew that Tiffany’s beautiful body and face could make it.

As they were ushered past the security gate and drove onto the immaculate school grounds the main building came into sight. The academy’s main structure was old and vast being converted from an eighteenth century estate, and its gothic architectural style made the thick stone walls look a little menacing Tiffany thought.

But they pulled into the parking lot and made their way in anyways. On the first day the parents would listen to the principal’s orientation seminar with their daughters. The duo walked up the stone steps and went though the huge oak doors. As they walked through the corridor, they both came to a realization.

Wow, Tiffany thought, as she started scanning all the students as they tried to find their way to the orientation room. Everyone she saw was so beautiful. Some looked like they were the same age as her, twelve. While others looked just a little bit older. Ann was thinking the same thing, but in a sharper manner. She couldn't help but ogle all the innocent flesh dolled up in tight outfits. But almost as soon as she started thinking about it, she tried to snap out of the charged thoughts. Ann was ashamed, and started to blush.

Why am I thinking about such things about little girls? She almost said out loud as her face reddened.

But she could not help it. She kept on staring. All these nubile girls were making her excited! And Ann could feel her pussy starting to moisten as she followed the signs to the theater with her daughter. As they entered the theater and sat down in the available seats, the couple noticed the seductive atmosphere. The lights were dimmed down romantically low and that the soft tune playing in the background was almost hypnotic. Tiffany was nervous but Ann couldn't feel any more different than her daughter. Exited as she was for her child’s first day at this school, she had other things were on her mind. Ann couldn't help but to fidget in her seat and wonder why she never noticed how exciting young girls could be. Ann seriously reflected on this while she studied girl after girl sitting with their attractive mothers.

The lights started to illuminate, and everyone quieted as a short, round woman came out on the stage.

"Hello everyone," the lady said, talking into the microphone.

"My name is Ms. Vandergrift, and I'm the principal here at the Moore Academy. As you all know, this is the very first year of this school, and because of the distinctively different and demanding curriculum we have started this school year with a small student body. More than twenty times the amount of students who are here now was rejected of enrollment. We decided on you because of your previous grades, your conduct in your prior schooling and of course because of your looks."

Tiffany wasn't interested in the boring ongoing speech; she just wanted to know what her class schedule was going to be, and if she could enroll into one of the modeling courses without taking any prerequisites. And after about a half-hour the principle started talking about the dress code. Tiffany perked up her ears. She didn't think she would be wearing a school outfit and definitely didn't like the idea.

"We will enforce a strict dress code here. Today the physical education teachers will take the measurements and supply the student outfits. Now, if there aren't any more questions the parents can leave and come back at two o’clock.”

Ann didn't want to leave so soon. She really enjoyed being around so many attractive girls, but she hugged and comforted Tiffany and was soon rushing back to her penthouse apartment. She was looking forward to some much needed sex with her newfound girlfriend who was waiting for her. And yes, she might have more of those wonderful pills. She knew that she had to get some more of them, no matter what.

Tiffany was put into the preteen group and followed the principle into the gymnasium where a tall dark woman was waiting. She was introduced as Maria and was to be the physical education teacher for the year. “She's so voluptuous,” Tiffany thought as she eyed the buxom female. Her breasts were massive, only contained by a small spandex top. The spandex she was wearing below seemed way too tight and was molded to her skin. The material ended just right below her ass and her nipples were clearly erect through the thin fabric. Tiffany thought that this was definitely not appropriate to be worn by a teacher; but this was a liberal school.

She could see the woman smiling at the girls as she told the girls to strip down to their underwear in order to take those measurements. Maria was in heaven. She was almost drooling at the sight: a line up of delightful preteens standing in just their little panties. She eyed out the most attractive girl of the bunch, telling her come over.

“What's your name?" Maria said tenderly.

"Uh me? I’m Tiffany.”

Maria inched in and held up the tape measure to her chest. "You know that you are just too cute don’t you?" she whispered in Tiffany’s ear as the tape measure pressed against her nipples. Maria did the same to her waist and hips, but making sure to feel and caress Tiffany's young body, even running her hands down her panties. Tiffany felt awkward and indeed it showed, looking unmistakably embarrassed and becoming redder by the second. She had definitely never been touched in such a way but Maria did her best to console the bashful girl. And finally after what seemed forever, Maria jotted down some notes and handed her the piece of paper with all her info. Then, with a little slap on the ass, she told Tiffany to go the joining chamber in order to receive her new outfits.

This is my first story and any constructive criticism is appreciated. Chapter 2 coming soon!