She entered into my life on 15 November and changed it forever.

It was a Thursday afternoon, soon after the end of lessons at the school where I taught Geography. The weather had been terrible --cold, wet and dreary -- and I could not wait to get home to my bed-sit to relax. However, I had already committed myself to assisting some of my colleagues with preparations for the school's Christmas show and so reluctantly, I trudged down to the school hall to await my fate.

The hall was a mass of activity, with children playing around, teachers trying to control them and the director looking harassed. I knew all but a few of the pupils present, for they attended my classes on Tuesday and Wednesday mornings. Of those I did not know, one in particular caught my attention -- a small Asian girl, perhaps 12 years of age, sitting on a bench to the side of the room looking bored and a bit lost. No one having noticed my arrival, I walked over to the girl and sat down next to her.

Close-up, I realised what had drawn me to her. Her face was small and oval, with deep mahogany eyes, full lips and smooth mid-brown skin. Through her standard school uniform of white blouse, striped tie and pleated navy blue skirt, I could see that she was short and slight -- perhaps four feet ten inches tall and weighing six stones. Beneath the blouse, slight mounds were evident on her chest, indicating the onset of the first signs of puberty. Her crowning glory however was her hair -- dark auburn in colour, it stretched down to the base of her back, tied back by a single red ribbon. All-in-all, this young girl presented the most perfect image of female beauty and sexuality that I had ever encountered.

It took me a few seconds to regain my composure before starting a tentative conversation. At first, the girl was reluctant to speak, but I did manage to get her to open up after a while. It transpired that her name was Seema and she was in fact 13 years old. Her family had arrived in this country from India during the summer, so she had only been at the school for a few months. Her initial limited grasp of English and the sudden change of culture meant that she had not managed to mix well with the other children and it was for this reason that it had been suggested by her form teacher to get involved in the show. However, the director had yet to make use of her and so she still felt out of place and unwanted.

I was pleasantly surprised about the way in which Seema had opened up to me, perhaps feeling empathy with me for some reason. We chatted a little more about her life -the subjects she was studying, where she lived, more about her family background -- before the director finally recognised our presence and asked whether we could assist on the back-stage preparations. Not being a thespian at heart, I was grateful for the chance to do something useful without the trials of dealing with temperamental actors and actresses, especially teenage ones!

After an hour of moving boxes, painting scenery and other such tasks, I along with everyone else was dismissed for the day. I said farewell to Seema and the others present and set off to my home. That night, there was only one thought on my mind. I lay in my bed for what seemed like hours visualising her and imagining that I was still listening to her soft, beautifully accented voice. Eventually I drifted off and it was only the following morning that I found the sticky wet patch on the sheet, indicating that my sub-conscious perhaps wanted something more physical than mere images and words. I was shocked by the discovery, not because I didn't find her sexually attractive (I knew I did!) but because I was finding erotic stimulation in one so young -- an experience new for me. I resolved to put these thoughts out of my mind.

The next few days passed like a blur, as I concentrated on teaching during the day and relaxing during the evenings. However, as hard as I tried, Seema was never far from my thoughts and at night they were fully focused on her with the same results as before. It was not until the following Monday that I saw her again, albeit briefly in the corridor, and as she smiled sweetly at me, my heart missed a beat in excitement. I prayed that she would attend the show preparations the next day.

As I walked into the hall on the following Thursday, Seema was nowhere to be found and I felt real disappointment. Nevertheless, I set to work back-stage with some gusto in a vain attempt to put her out of my mind. Suddenly, in she walked, breathless as if she had been running.

She explained that she had had to do some library research after lessons and had lost track of time.

Soon she was working hard alongside me, as we cut, glued and painted. On one occasion, when I was helping with the construction of a particularly tricky prop, I was so close to her, I could smell her sweet perfume and was able to graze my arm against her luxuriant hair. While leaning over, I was also able to glimpse through a crack in her blouse at the training bra covering her chest. My elation at her appearance was evident by the way that I found myself staring at her when I should have been dealing with the props, and on a couple of occasions, our eyes met for a few seconds. Surely my feelings were not being reciprocated? After all, this was a mere 13 year old girl.

Once again, the hour went so quickly -- I could have stayed in her company for hours. Reluctantly, I said my farewells and turned to leave. As I travelled down the corridor, I realised that it had started raining heavily again and decided to pick up my overcoat from the staff room. On my return, I found Seema on her own, about to brave the elements without coat nor umbrella.

Should I give her a lift home, I wondered? I considered my options -- on the one hand, was it really appropriate for a teacher to escort a child in this way? on the other hand, what was the harm? I was only saving her from getting drenched after all. I braved it and my offer was accepted with no evident reluctance. I covered our heads with my coat and we ran to my car -- a battered Ford Escort that had seen rather better days. As my vehicle pulled out of the car park, I prayed that no one had seen us leave.

Seema's house was in a quiet, tree-lined street just five minutes drive from the school. During the journey, hardly a word was uttered, although I admit to having stolen several amorous glances at the gorgeous creature seated next to me. Once again, she was in school uniform but seated, her skirt had hitched up, exposing six inches or so of smooth brown thigh. Oh, to be able to stroke and caress that skin, I thought!

I parked the car in a dark spot around the corner from her home and turned off the engine. The silence was deafening, but was suddenly broken by Seema leaning across and kissing me softly on my right cheek. Before I had a chance to react, she said thank you for the ride and ran towards her home. I sat for some time in a state of contemplation before setting off home.

That night, my thoughts as ever were on Seema, and for the first time, my nocturnal emissions were given manual stimulation as I imagined her there on my bed with me.

The next few weeks followed the same routine. During the day, I would see her around the school from time to time. In fact, I was so desperate to do so, I would even find out which classrooms she was in and wait outside on the off-chance we would meet. On those occasions, we exchanged knowing smiles. (I don't think anyone suspected anything.) Then on Thursdays, we would meet up for show preparations and afterwards, I would give her a lift back home. Although all our actions (if not thoughts!) were completely innocent, I felt slightly apprehensive about our 'relationship' -- the fear of what others may think. Little did I know that all pretences of innocence were soon to be lost for ever.

It was the day of the show (13 December -- a date I'll never forget) when it all happened. I arrived at the hall at just past six o'clock to make final preparations back-stage. The show was due to commence at seven, concluding with a concert performance by the school's brass band.

Seema arrived 20 minutes later and my heart missed several beats when I saw her appearance. Instead of the uniform, she had come attired in a traditional Indian sari -- a swathe of pink silk which wrapped around her lithe body. On her feet were matching fabric sandals and she wore small rings in her ears. Unlike times I had seen her previously, her luscious hair was not tied back but instead left to cover her shoulders and back like a glistening robe. Overall, she looked magnificent.

Once preparations had been completed, there was little else that we could do, especially once the play had started. Consequently, Seema and I sat together -- alone -- in the wings watching proceedings. As ever, I took frequent peeks of her and to my surprise, I found that these were being reciprocated.

Suddenly, she took my hand, stood up and indicated that we go back-stage. Although slightly confused, I was intrigued to discover what she had planned. She led me down a staircase which led to a store room at basement level, containing a miscellany of furniture, stationery and other material. My heart thumped almost audibly as she sat me down on an old arm-chair, perched on my knee and kissed me on the lips. My shock at this turn of events was swiftly overcome by my desire for the little vixen in front of me. We kissed again, at first gently -- a mere touching of the lips -- for this was a new experience for both of us (albeit in different ways), but soon passionately. I had never kissed a mouth so small, but it was perfectly formed and before long I was exploring every corner with my tongue, as was hers mine.

While still sitting on my knee, I held her body with my arms, putting my fingers through her shiny, smooth hair. I pulled her closer to me so that her bottom rested on my lap, the weight causing my penis to have a massive erection. I was desperate to explore further the exquisite creature before me and soon my hands were seeking a way through the folds of silk to the treasures below.

Finally I found a way through and opened up the sari to reveal her magnificent torso. As with all other aspects, her skin was flawless and I found myself drawn down to her belly button which I kissed and licked to her obvious pleasure. I then proceeded upwards to her tiny training bra, which I removed in seconds to reveal tiny breasts --gentle mounds swelling from her chest with enlarged nipples in the center of each. There was no way that I could prevent myself from taking each one in turn into my mouth -- each sucked and caressed with the tip of my tongue causing the nipples to harden and her sighs of contentment to become more enduring.

I progressed around her body -- stroking her slim, well toned legs which I had admired in the car and caressing her dainty feet (each with toe nails painted to match her sari) before edging slowly up to her crotch.

And what a sight it was! Utterly devoid of pubic hair, her labia and cunt hole were totally exposed and waiting to be tended. I had never previously been tempted to perform cunnilingus, but this presented a perfect opportunity too good to miss. Seema sensed my intent and without reluctance lay down on the chair and spread her legs wide, spreading her sari over the top of both of us like a tent. In the resultant pink-tinged atmosphere, I moved myself tentatively until I was millimeters away, absorbing the sweet aroma that emanated from her genitalia. Finally, I took the plunge and licked the outer folds of her labia, eliciting gentle moans of pleasure which intensified as I probed faster and deeper into her cunt. Before long, my tongue extended deep inside her hole, lubricated by the succulent juices being produced, flicking ever faster until her whole body shuddered as she experienced her orgasm.

I looked up at her face which was flushed with excitement at this new experience, but when I stopped, she opened her eyes and urged me to continue, which I did with pleasure. I moved my attention to seeking her clitoris which after some searching, I found deep in her folds. A little stimulation with my tongue caused it to enlarge and become more accessible, sufficient for my lips to latch on. By now, Seema was once again in a state of extreme agitation and seemed desperate for further satisfaction. My lips gripped onto her now hard little clit and gently squeezed and caressed, while I used the tip of my tongue to heighten the feeling. This proved too much for her to contain and once again her body shivered as she came.

A loud round of applause from the stage above our heads roused us from our passion and we quickly dressed and returned to the wings just in time for no one to notice our absence. Throughout the thirty minute interval, I tried to concentrate on the work I needed to do to get the stage organised correctly for the latter part of the night's entertainment, but my thoughts were on one thing only -- what would the second half have in store for me?

Finally, all the changes were completed and once again we settled down for the performance. However, before long history was repeating itself and the mischievous look in Seema's eyes made it clear what she wanted. I had never felt so desired in my life. Within five minutes, we were back down in the store room, locked in a passionate embrace. Without any encouragement, her hands undid my shirt buttons and stroked the hair on my chest before moving down first to my belly and then my waist. I then sensed the buckle of my belt being undone, heard the zipper being slid down and finally felt my trousers dropping to the floor. The anticipation was almost too much for my dick which almost burst from my underpants. Already a wet stain of precum had spread across their front, caused by the excitement my organ had received thus far. Finally, the pressure was relieved as the pants themselves were lowered.

It was evident from the expression on her face that Seema had never seen a man's private parts, certainly close up, but she soon indicated her eagerness to learn! The first gentle touches of her dainty fingers caused a still greater hard-on, exaggerated when her lips licked its smooth circumcised head and took the oily precum into her mouth. I thought it only a matter of time before I was given fellatio, but Seema had other ideas, more exciting still!

Suddenly, she pushed me gently back onto the arm-chair and beckoned me to watch as she slowly and deliberately unwrapped her sari. As the final stretch of silk touched the ground, there she stood, absolutely naked in front of me -- a vision of sheer feminine beauty, a young girl, yet an object of extreme sexual desire.

Before I could elaborate further upon such thoughts, she had climbed upon my lap once more, but this time with her back to me. Her legs spread apart as she straddled my hips, causing her cunt hole to open. I placed my hands on her demure buttocks in order to support some of her weight as she took my prick into her hands and carefully lowered herself onto its tip. Despite its rigidity and the presence of copious amounts of precum, at first there was minimal give and I wondered whether her hole was in fact large enough to take an adult cock.

However, my fears proved to be groundless as her cunt juices flowed to provide the necessary lubrication, and slowly but surely my member slipped deeper and deeper before almost all was obscured from view. Luckily, my dick was not too large and its end was able to touch the back wall of Seema's vagina while her backside rested on my thighs. For perhaps 30 seconds, we remained in that position, panting with the excitement, but wary of moving too quickly in order to savor these precious moments.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her body swayed to either side and back and forth, eliciting groans of pleasure from us both. By now, I was able to sit up in the chair and wrap my arms about her tiny body, using one hand to caress her nipples and the other to stimulate her clit. On occasions, she tipped her head back, causing her dark hair to spread down her smooth back like a mane, tickling my chest and almost making me swoon with ecstasy. It was a struggle to control my urge to cum at any moment, but Seema appeared to sense my intent and slowed her movements to compensate. After all, she too wanted this experience to last as long as possible.

In my sitting posture, I found myself kissing the nape of her neck by moving her hair over my head, kissing her so passionately that I was sure that I would leave marks on that tender skin. I paid close attention to the dark fuzzy hair behind her ears, a feature of Asian females I found particularly stimulating -- at last, I was able to act on my desires.

>From the stage above, the orchestra started to play the fourth movement of Beethoven's Choral Symphony and this encouraged Seema and I to indulge in our own Ode to Joy! At this point, she turned her head to face me, the coquettish look on her delicate features indicating that she wanted the action to raise onto a still higher plane. Slowly, she rotated her whole body by 180 degrees, my prick still lodged in her hole but lubricated by our mutual fluids, so that she faced me full on. I leaned back onto the arm chair while she tilted backwards, supporting herself on her arms behind her. In this position, I was now able to see the full extent of her beauty -- her pert breasts thrusting upwards, her slender body showing the first signs of maturity, her firm thighs astride my legs. I even had a clear view of my penis extending deep into her cunt hole, with her tiny clit visible above.

With her eyes closed and hair draped down onto my shins, Seema started to grind her hips ever so slightly, the motion sending incredible sensations around my body. Faster and faster, she moved her lower torso and before long, I could not resist further and joined the movements, coordinating mine with hers. Within seconds, we were writhing around, swaying rhythmically, caressing each others genitalia. As the music from above reached its crescendo, I realised that I was unable to contain myself any longer and we too attained our climax. As I thrusted my hips upwards and my penis still deeper, the reflex to cum overcame me and from deep inside my groin, I sensed my spunk shoot up my cock and into her cunt, filling every tiny area and spilling out over my legs. The pure ecstasy was shared by Seema as our mutual orgasm caused us to cry out in unison. Applause from the audience in the hall rang out and though it must have masked our sounds, at that moment I could not have cared who had heard us, such was the emotion of the occasion and my lust for the demure creature with whom I had just made passionate love.

Seema collapsed on top of me, totally spent, her mass of dark hair spread across my chest and face. For maybe thirty seconds, we lay there, recovering our breath and contemplating what we had done. Suddenly, rational thought prevailed and we realised that our absence would be missed. Seema raised up her body and as my still erect dick slid out, so did the remainder of my creamy spunk, pooling on my belly. Quickly, we cleaned up, dressed as best we could and returned the room to its original condition. Returning to stage level, we once again got back just in time to be beckoned onto the stage for acknowledgement of our efforts. As Seema and I edged embarrassed in front of the crowd, I prayed that no one would notice our sweaty and slightly dishevelled appearance -- if only they had known what had caused it! They might even had asked for an encore!

The next day, I travelled into work with some trepidation -- would anyone say anything about the night before? how would I react when I saw Seema back in her school garb? Thankfully, my concerns about the former proved unwarranted but I had no chance to test the latter as Seema was not present. Worried, I casually enquired about her whereabouts, her form teacher informing me that she had called in sick. It was the following day that I discovered why. An envelope bearing her handwriting was waiting for me when I came downstairs in the morning. With some trepidation, I read the contents. In a shaky script, they revealed that her family had decided to return to India, concerned about the influences of Western culture, and therefore she would not be going to school any longer. She thanked me for our relationship, stating that I was the only person who had expressed true friendship towards her in this country. Of our evening of passion, she expressed no regrets and indeed stressed the emotional and sexual emancipation it had brought. The note ended with a statement of love and the fact that she would never forget our experiences together.

I sat down in my hallway in a state of shock -- an emotion that stayed with me for several weeks. How could I be losing Seema only just after having experienced the emotional highlight of my life with her? Time, as they say, heals wounds and I eventually came to realise that her departure was probably for the best. At some point, our liaison would have been discovered and I exposed as a pervert. Now, five years on, I have married, to an Indian woman of course (having got the taste, I could not let go) and have a happy life. Even so, there are still occasions when I'm making love to my wife that my mind wanders and in the dark, my thoughts turn back to that cold December evening and I find that it's Seema once again who's the subject of my true desires...