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Subject: {ASSM} The English Teacher 1/3 {Teddy Daze} (mF, hs, nc, pett)
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The English Teacher 1/3 Part of the saga DIARY OF A YOUNG SCHOOLBOY
(D.A.Y.S.)

   by Teddy Daze
Keywords: mF, hs, nc, pett
I am compiling a series of stories from a high school setting.  The
stories will be in diary style, and chronicles my experiences from sexually
awkward adolescent to someone who knows -- more.  Stories may or may not be

my real, personal experiences - keeping you guessing is half the fun!

   --------------------- Oh boy, where do I start?

   Not too long ago my English teacher Ms Ying announced there would be an
oratorical contest at the end of the term, and asked for two volunteers. 
This was basically a contest to write a great essay and recite it
impressively to a school assembly.  Most students saw it as a disturbance,
since the recital day was close to mid-term exams.  Whoever got picked to
contest would have less time for studying.

   As usual, the very competitive Lisa volunteered.  She could win the
contest and still top the exams anyway.  The other representative needed
more work to pick out.  Ms Ying took the easy way, and asked everyone to
volunteer one student together.

   Whenever students are asked to elect someone for any purpose, they'd
pick scapegoats and not those with real ability.  I was the butt of jokes,
with my skinny build, clueless baby face, and shaven head.  So they picked
me.  Even Ms Ying looked unhappy at their choice, but couldn't be bothered
to challenge 'popular opinion'.

   Yesterday was a turning point.  I met Lisa on the corridor of the
teachers' offices, while she was running an errand.  When we passed, she
shoved me with her shoulder and knocked me back a bit.

   "You're an idiot!  I can't believe they picked YOU to contest.  You make
me look bad to be standing with you as a fellow contestant!" she scowed.

   I was flabbergasted.  "Hey, THEY picked me!  If I had a choice I
wouldn't want all this!"

   Lisa mentally sliced me apart with her stare and stormed off.  Just
then, I heard Ms Ying calling from behind.  She had witnessed our
confrontation, and asked if I needed extra help.

   SHE was offering ME personal tuition?

   Normally I'd turn down the offer because I didn't care if I lost-- the
whole thing was a waste of my time!  At that moment though, I agreed.  I
was miffed at Lisa's unreasonable outburst, and in my anger wanted to do
all I could to beat her.

   Ms Ying suggested we do it at her club room after school hours.  All
teachers shared a common office, but various clubs had their own meeting
rooms.  So, those teachers in charge of the clubs could use the rooms
whenever they liked.  Ms Ying was in charge of the Literary Club as well as
being my English teacher.  She had been shrewd-- she had a room to herself,
and held the keys to it.  If any student wanted to look for her she'd be in
that de facto personal office.

   My teacher looked like she had been there for hours when I entered the
room today.  Officially, the room was slated for the club's meetings, but
she had almost made it her own office.  Beside the full-length windows were
a large table and cushy chair for her work, plus nice cabinets filled with
her documents.  In front and closer to the door were some homely sofas,
presumably for the Literary Club meetings.

   "There you are, Teddy." She remarked when I came, "Okay, let's see how
you fare."

   Ms Ying came over to the sofas, sat on the longest one, stretched out
and waited for me to start.  She was dressed more formally today, sporting
a white long-sleeved blouse and black miniskirt.  She had straight,
shoulder-length hair which were never tied, always looking neat and
well-maintained.

   She eyed me now with slightly tired eyes and her usual no-nonsense look.
As I sat opposite her, Ms Ying told me to recite standing up as this was
what it would be in the real competition.  So strict!  I obeyed and read my
piece in 5 minutes.  Then I saw her brighten a little.

   "Why Teddy, that's not bad at all!  It's more than I originally
expected, although if you want to win something you'll need to go further."
She said.  "Most importantly, no one's allowed to read from the paper in
the actual thing."

   "Th-thank you.....  I'd like to try my best."

   "Yes, you must!" She was already expecting a lot from me.  "Teddy, it'll
be wonderful if both you and Lisa can make the finals.  No class has
produced two finalists before."

   "Sure, I'll try...."

   "Don't just try.  Make it happen!" she continued, "I'm going to make
minor corrections on your essay, then you recite it again and I'll improve
your diction line by line."

   I handed her my writings and she went back to her table.  Another 5
minutes passed and her hasty correction was done.  I read again but this
time she made things difficult for me.  With every line I had to stop and
let her correct me, then read again-- as if my spoken English was so
utterly defective!  My confidence dropped rapidly.

   I felt better when I looked at her while she explained her corrections.
She treated this as her personal room, and carried herself less formally
when inside.  During my tutoring she was slumped on that big sofa, or lay
sideways while holding her upper body up with one rested elbow.  She would
rub her legs against each other to loosen them, and when she stretched her
well-developed bosom would expand on her chest.

   Maybe I had made more reading mistakes than usual, because I was paying
more attention to Ms Ying than my script!

   After 25 minutes or so, I was done.  My teacher sat upright, closed her
thighs together and motioned me to sit beside her.

   "How'd you think you did?" she asked.

   "Fine, I guess......."

   "Don't be smug!  Just because you can get good grades without paying
attention in class, doesn't mean you can carry the same attitude to this
competition." I had given such a poor impression to Ms Ying for the past 3
months that her communications to me were usually like this.

   "Another thing, Teddy."

   A pause.

   "I noticed throughout this session that you spent more time ogling me
than concentrating on your piece!"

   I stiffened.  "I.....  no......but....."

   "I know you've been doing that all along but you're being too
conspicuous just now, aren't you?" She gave that taunting, 'you're a
hopeless case' look.

   There is a little history behind this.  I had a bad habit of playing
computer games through the night, and turned up for classes with a blank
stare.  Ms Ying had often believed that I was ogling her, and called me out
in front of my whole class to laughter and derision.

   Why, I even recalled the first time she did that.  She was wearing a
one-piece floral dress, which served to make her look older as she was
barely out of Teaching School.  A slit opened at the sides, which revealed
a good portion of her thighs.  I was staring right at them while blanking
out.  I only regained my senses when I noticed Ms Ying standing right in
front of me and staring at me.  She had been repeating "Why are you staring
at my legs, Teddy??"

   At first I never had lecherous thoughts of her in class-- my vacant
stare was a result of daydreaming.  On hindsight that's not completely true
anymore.  I had been looking her over more often nowadays, because of my
increasing interest in the female form.  I started to scrutinize her more.

   Ms Ying wasn't sweet-looking like my female classmates, but had likeable
features and was considered good-looking.  She had a slightly hard
expression, but when she smiled in those rare times, she looked disarmingly
charming.  She was fleshy but still looked in the slim range; that
fleshiness made her huggable in a sense.

   My teacher wasn't one of those anorexic women who starved themselves to
stick insects, and that's a good in my books.  Ms Ying was 26, but looked
almost as young as the students.  She'd often wear long dresses of thin
material, sometimes revealing her fleshy bits at her generous bustline,
hips, and thighs, giving her a voluptuous but still attractive shape.

   So back to today: I couldn't muster a credible excuse or ogling her,
apart from being nervous alone with her.

   To my relief she seemed to buy everything, "All right, I'm tired of all
this.  I'll buy your story." Somehow her expression didn't convince me.

   When my teacher said those last words she was rubbing her thighs with
her hands.  I observed how her hands' caressing, and how silky smooth her
legs looked from up close.  Instantly, Ms Ying's eyes caught mine, and she
gave a slight smirk.  She looked at me, then at her legs.

   "So you're nervous when alone with me?"

   "Y-yes......" I had to stay consistent to my excuse.

   "And this will affect how well you rehearse during our personal
tuition?" she probed.

   "N-....."

   "How about this, Teddy?" Ms Ying held the lining of her black miniskirt,
and hiked it up a little.  "You like my legs, don't you?  You liked staring
at them all afternoon.....  in fact, since the beginning of the term!"

   She pointed her knees toward me.  "I bet you'll be even happier if you
can touch them.  I'm giving you permission now!"

   I sat there dumbstruck for some time.  To my further amazement, Ms Ying
actually encouraged me by shifting closer, pressing their thighs together
and pulling back the skirt more!

   At this point, it had become my gut reaction to accept an invitation by
any woman to get intimate.  I lifted my hand cautiously towards my teacher.
"Are.....are you really sure?"

   "If this helps you relax..."

   I suspected she still firmly believed that I lusted after her, and
played along with my excuse of being nervous.

   My hand rested on one of her thighs.  They WERE silky smooth!  They felt
fleshier than previous ones I held, and were softer to the touch.  Gently,
I caressed Ms Ying the same manner as I saw her stroke herself.  She sighed
and slumped further into the sofa, while her hands gripped mine, in case I
got too far!

   Slowly, I stroked longer and wider areas on her thigh.  I used my other
hand also, with both caressing both thighs now.  I moved to her knee caps,
then lightly squeezed her shins.  My hands brushed upwards to her thighs
again, this time kneading and pressing hard into her flesh.

   Instinctively, my fingers started inching further into Ms Ying, under
the parts still concealed by her skirt.  As I caressed inward, my hands
also pushed the miniskirt higher, until it looked like a black bundle
wrapped around Ms Ying's hips, so that the full length of her velvet legs
were presented to me.

   My teacher had been closing her eyes to relax in my ministrations, but
when she opened them her mood turned stern again.  She realized that she
had unwarily let me go further than she allowed!

   "STOP!" she snapped tersely and straightened her skirt once more.

   "Teddy, you can be so incorrigible sometimes!" she exclaimed, and strode
back to her table.  She began working on something else, casually turning
to say today's session was over and wishing me luck.

   As I walked home, puzzlement more than delight plagued me.  If Ms Ying
thought me lecherous and incorrigible, why let me grope her?  Why play
along by claiming she was helping me relax when she still thought I was a
little pervert?

   Then I recalled how my hands felt on her silky legs, and admitted it
felt GOOD.  In fact, it DID help calm my nerves.  She was also correct in
her suspicions--I had begun gazing at her too often recently.

   I started thinking of Ms Ying in a different light.  During those brief
moments when I fondled her, I had completely forgotten her as my teacher.
What I saw before me was a desirable woman, for me to grope and
embrace......

   Only for a brief moment.

   -------------- **Profile**

   By day, I'm a normal guy living in a normal life.  You can say I'm a
(mediocre) professional writer.  By night, I enjoy writing erotica that
blur the line between fact and fiction.  I like my erotica brusque, simple,
and visceral.  All comments appreciated!

   If you enjoy my work, consider giving a tip via Paypal (email address
below).

   Teddy Daze (Toronto) (teddy.days at gmail dot com)

   -------------- Copyright 2013 (C) Teddy Daze (teddy.days at gmail dot
com) All rights reserved.  No reposting without permission.  

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