I completed my schooling from the boarding school and my sexual encounters were more random, both in and out. It was when I was in my home-town that I would go to the brothel with my cuz and in the boarding school, I found more than my friends….

Though our school was co-ed , the authority made sure that the contact between either sex was minimal. In reality we hardly ever met the girls. The girls had their own playground and studied in different classrooms. To cut a long story short we had no or very limited chance to meet a girl, let alone , have sex. Now , How the hell did I get lucky? Keep reading, u will know….

Now that I had sex with girls, it was not at all comfortable for me to have anal encounters with my friends. I minimized my sexual activities. I was not happy. It bothered me to have sexual intercourses with someone of same sex, but often gave in to my friend’s request because of my own urges. I was desperate to have sex with a woman. My studies took the toll because my desperation and I failed in Chemistry in the mid-term examination. By default, I was enrolled to special classes.

Our chemistry teacher was a middle-aged lady who was raising a son all by herself. She was short but flaunted a mesmerizing figure under her dress. Each time she would raise her arms to write something on the board the whole class would ogle at her breasts and often you could hear sighs. It was often that my friends would walk upto her desk to submit or show a classwork and would intentionally brush their arms/ elbows to her breast. I never liked that and would often protest. I was also teased to have a crush on my chemistry teacher. She was a fine lady but somehow I had a mental block against the “sex with teacher” way of thinking. I liked her and so did she.

She was very offended with my result and very disappointed to find that I was the only guy who has failed her class in the mid-term. So, without any choice I was scheduled to have special classes in the evening. The teachers would come to our hostel and take the special classes in separate rooms.

My special classes began with an hour speech of my failure and ways to improve that. As my special classes were on schedule, my mind would often wonder into the world of my darkest fantasies. Then my teacher would shake me to my senses. After couple a week , my teacher understood that my mind was not in the studies and asked, “ What is wrong with you? Why aren’t you concentrating in your studies?”.

” I am sorry, its just that I have a lot going in my mind and I just couldn’t get it out” I replied.

“Well, you have got to do something about it. If you don’t do something about it , soon you may find yourself repeating this year.” She was truly concerned and it showed as I looked into her eyes. The gaze was right on my eyes and she was holding my arms.

Suddenly a chill went up my spine and I could feel a gush of blood running up my pennies and in no time it was standing erect. I looked away from her and pulled my arms out of her clutch.

“I am sorry.