I smiled as the bell rang. The final bell on Friday always sounded so much better than any of the other bells during the week.
I happily gathered up my stuff and arranged my
school bag as I started looking forward to the upcoming weekend.
I was nearing the end of my senior year in secondary school and, having turned 18 a few months ago, I knew that I would
have a weekend of freedom as my parents would be leaving town.
Actually, they had been making it a near habit for nearly the past year to go to the family’s vacation whenever the weather was nice.
They had stopped asking me if I wanted to go
and I figured they enjoyed the time alone as much as I enjoyed having the house alone.
I organized my desk and grabbed the stuff that i would need to take home with me.
As i did most days when i didn’t have
lessons after school i headed toward Mrs Chika’s room. Mrs Chika had been my English teacher back when I was in junior
class and had offered to tutor me after school when she noticed I was having a tough time in class. I went to her office nearly
every day after school for almost a whole session and she would help me get through my work.
Eventually I straightened out my
problems with English, but I still made it a habit to stop by Mrs Chika’s room whenever I could through the rest of my years at
the school.
I headed up the stairs to her office and started to plan out my weekend.
A typical weekend would consist of going on a date or just going out flexing with some friends. I knew that having the
house to me was a treat and I never abused that by having a big party.
This weekend was a little different in that all my friends were otherwise occupied and I couldn’t get any dates lined up,
so it looked like I would have a lot of time to myself. I thought
that perhaps a Indecency or two would release some of the sexual energy that I seemed to constantly have bottled up inside me.
Sometimes I would wonder why I continued seeing Mrs. Chika regularly even through my senior year.
We no longer even talked about my schoolwork and sometimes would just chat or
she would have me help mark some papers. The truth was that I always felt grateful to her for helping me out back then and I wanted to somehow make it up to her.
We had become pretty good friends through the years and she seemed to really enjoy
my visits, so I didn’t feel weird about continuing to stop by.
The fact that I had carried a crush on Mrs. Chika all these years didn’t hurt either.
I never asked but I guessed she was probably between 35 and 40 years old.
She carried herself with an elegance that had
always appealed to me. Her hair was short but always very elegant and always perfectly done. Mrs. Chika always dressed very properly which meant that she always wore skirts & high
heels. I found that her style of dress was particularly appealing.
Perhaps it was the fact that she never showed too much leg or too much of her boobs that made me desire what was underneath all the more.
When I first starting seeing her for
lessons I found it difficult to concentrate on the lessons instead of staring at her b-----s.
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