My Maths Teacher - S01 E04

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My Maths Teacher - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

Adam POV:

Today was quite successful. The students were easy to work with and fun to teach. For a start, this wasn’t soo bad. The boys were surprisingly attentive but the girls were…kinda distracted.

One girl in particular caught my attention. She called herself Cherry but I had a feeling she was lying to me. Unlike the other girls, Cherry was distant, cold and sarcastic. She was paying attention while I taught but I could sense her eyes asking me numerous questions. There was something about her that brought back memories of my childhood. Don’t know why but she looked familiar to me.

That was the senior class. After recess I made for the JSS.3 class. Those little ones were preparing for their upcoming junior WAEC and so were the SS.3 students. I got the same reaction in the junior class the same way as the seniors. The boys were attentive, the girls were distracted and there was always that one girl I just can’t help noticing.

The students calls her “the busty chick”. For her age, having such incredible large breasts was a shocker to me. She was just fourteen years old. Fourteen and yet overpoweringly endowed. What’s her name again? Katelyn?

I rushed through class and just after dismissal, I made to copy out the scheme of works for the term. Everyone else had gone and I was the only one left in the staffroom. Someone had arranged a bucket, a mop, a broom and a duster. It seems someone was given a punishment. I returned to my notes, hoping to finish in time before the school gate would get lock.

Then she came in. Cherry.

Cherry didn’t notice me at the edge of the wall. I didn’t want to disturb her as I saw she was about to start her punishment. She began taking off her shirt. I was entranced.

No bra!

Her breast jiggled up and down as she took off her shirt. She only wore a singlet, allowing her nipples to show through the flimsy material.

I frowned, wondering if she was out of her mind. If someone mistakenly walked through that door and saw the two of us alone here with only her singlet on, there’s bound to be trouble. I looked away, trying my best to focus on my work but it was tough for me because of her presence in the room.

Suddenly she saw me while sweeping. I glanced up and our eyes jammed. My eyes travelled down to her singlets, watching her red nipples as it pushed itself against the singlet. I looked away and spoke quietly.

” Put on your shirt, Cherry. You don’t show your body in front of a man.”

Was that too direct? I wouldn’t know but I sensed she was offended by it. She ignored me and continued her cleaning anyway but I could tell she was highly embarrassed. Still, I wasn’t comfortable with her working half naked in the room. So I gathered my things and left the staffroom for her.

It was a sunny afternoon but in due course, possibly this new week, the rain would come. It was soo good to be back home. The snow in America was harsh on me. I fell sick with cold three times during my first year there but with time, I adapted to the environment and weather. It gave me a sense of pride to meet and school with the white man. A lot of good stuffs happened for all my stay in America and so did a lot of bad stuffs as well. It got to a point I had to fly back home after my graduation from University. The first place I took to mind while returning back to the country was my childhood town. I wanted to teach there but I also wanted to see someone else.