It had been a few months since my 12th standard started. I was preparing for my JEE entrance so I had been skipping college to attend my JEE classes. My class teacher Sarika mam knew about it so she was very lenient with me. I used to get good enough marks in my exams so she was cool with what I did otherwise. So I was surprised one day when Sarika mam told me to meet her after class. I told her I attended college that day to do my chemistry practicals, so I might be late. She said it was okay, that she had some work to do in her office anyway.
So after finishing up with my practical class, I went to Sarika mam's cabin to meet her. She was working at her table, wearing a golden yellow sari with a black sleeveless blouse. She looked up at me and suddenly her expression turned serious. 'Come in Shreyansh, have a seat', she said in a curt tone. Her sudden change in expression and voice made me a bit nervous. College had been a hostile place for me. The other teachers didn't approve much of me because of my low attendance. Only Sarika mam was cool about it. So her demeanor now was surprising for me.
She rummaged through a pile of answer papers and brought out my mathematics unit test paper. 'I'm not happy with the marks you've scored Shreyansh', she said. I looked at my paper. I had scored 21 out of 40. For maths, that was a lower than average score. 'Well mam, you see', I began to explain, 'My classes haven't really began teaching us integrals and most of the paper was based on it,so it was a one-time thing. It won't happen again mam'. 'That's not a good enough excuse Shreyansh. You knew the syllabus so you were expected to be prepared. When you had told me about your wish to focus on your entrance exams, I believe you had promised me that it won't affect your test scores here, hadn't you?' 'Yes mam', I said sheepishly. 'You know that the other teachers do not like you skipping college to attend your classes. I had to convince them to allow you since you are a bright student. Do you know I had to endure jibes from the other teachers because of you? Sanjay Sir said that I don't know how to handle my class. That I'm spoiling you by being too lenient with you. Tell me, have I made a mistake by trusting you Shreyansh?' 'No mam, not at all', I felt ashamed. Sarika mam had always taken my side when the other teachers had berated me. Moreover, she was the youngest among all the teachers there, so her standing up for me against senior teachers meant a lot. So I'd always had a soft corner in my heart for Sarika mam. I could not bear to see the look of stress and anger on her face, directed towards me. I could not meet her eyes, so I hung my head and said, ' I'm really sorry mam. I know it was my mistake for not being prepared and not taking the unit test seriously. I should have at least taken care to see that you do not come into trouble because of me. I know how much you have done for me and I didn't do enough for you. I am truly very sorry. I promise that I would not let this happen again'. 'Are you sure I can trust this promise at least?' her soft voice made me look up at her again. Surely enough, she looked a bit tired but she was smiling at me again, like she always did. Her smile made my heart flutter. 'Yes mam, I'll work hard for you!' I blurted out. I got a mini heart-attack after realizing what I'd said and I hoped against hope that mam did not hear it properly. But she let out a laugh and said, 'You're sweet!'. I felt heartened. She didn't take my idiotic comment in a bad way. She started working on her papers again. Or at least it looked like she was.
She wasn't saying anything and there was a brief moment of silence. So I got up from my chair and I asked her, like a good polite student, ' So, do I have your leave mam?' Sarika mam didn't say anything. I could not see her face, but it looked like she was biting the tip of her pen. She slowly looked up at me and said, 'You know Shreyansh, it is true that you have caused me a fair amount of trouble and stress.' ' I know mam, and I promise I'll make it up to you.' She gave me a one sided smile and said, ' I know, you said you'd work hard for me.' I felt a little flush through my cheeks. Suddenly Sarika mam seemed like a mature woman to me and I couldn't help but feel a bit shy in her presence. I had never felt this way before with her, she had always been very frank and friendly with us. But now it felt like all of her feminine energy was being directed at me. Her very gaze brought up unrequited feelings in me, I was feeling frozen yet fascinated by her.
She got up from her chair, moved towards the door of her cabin and locked it from the inside. I felt alarmed as well as excited. What was going on in her mind? She closed the windows and came to stand in front of me. She was about a foot shorter than me. Perhaps her short height was what contributed to her looking so young. She was married, so she must have been around 27, yet she looked like a college student. She lightly grabbed my arms and made me sit in my chair while she leaned against her table.
She was standing right in front of me, peering at me through her beatiful brown eyes.
' Did you mean it when you said you would work hard for me?'
' Of course I did mam.'
' Can you do me a little favour?'
'Anything you would ask of me.'
She smiled. 'You know Shreyansh, the past few days have been a bit stressful for me, having to grade all of your papers. Not to mention the snide remarks by the teachers who think I don't understand my job.' By now, my mind was a mixture of different emotions. Guilt, a bit of a scare and that rush of adrenaline you get when a beautiful woman is so close to you. No words could come out of my mouth, all I could manage was a little nod. 'Will you help me de-stress a bit?' 'Sure mam', I said, as if on autopilot. 'Would it be too much if I ask you for a shoulder massage?' 'No mam, I'll do anything to help you', by now my mind was totally out of the conversation and only my instincts were speaking. She smiled and ruffled my hair with her hand. Then she walked back to her chair, sat on it and said, 'come here'.
I went around the table and behind her chair. She flipped her hair to one side of her neck and said,' There's this side I'd like you to work on more, but try to massage both the sides. My hands were shaking as they moved towards her fair skin. I started clumsily but gently rubbing her shoulders. Perhaps she could feel my hands shaking too. A few seconds in, she rested her palm on one of my hands and said, 'Relax, you're just helping out your teacher.' I silently took a deep breath, and tried to ease into it. But it wasn't that easy. From the top I could see the edge of her mangalsutra diving into her cleavage, her bright skin in stark contrast with her black blouse. I tried to focus myself instead on the task at hand. 'Wow, you have really soft hands', she said, 'just like a girl's.' I had heard that from many people before. 'I know. I try to reassure myself by saying that I have an artist's or a surgeon's hands.' 'You certainly do. I am feeling very relaxed thanks to them.' Her words of encouragement made me ease up and I could now focus on making her feel better. I started putting gentle but firm pressure on different areas and gauge her reaction. Sometimes, I could swear I could hear her let out a sigh. After a minute or two of this, she stops me by placing her palms on my hands. 'Shreyansh' 'Yes mam?' 'Do you like me?'
I was taken aback by her question. I could not see her face, so I couldn't judge in what context she was asking either. ' I'm sorry mam? I didn't get what you said.' She turned around on her chair, stood up and held both of my hands in hers. Then she locked eyes with me slowly put my hands around her waist, looking into my eyes all the time, guaging my reaction. I guess she saw no hesitance, because she slowly moved closer to me, put her arms around my shoulders. I could feel her soft breasts on my chest. There was less than a foot between our lips, I could smell a hint of minty sweetness in her breath as she huskily whispered 'Do you like me Shreyansh?' I lost all sense of time. The world felt like it was going in slow-motion around me. But I could not see any of that. I could only see this ravishing beauty in front of me, in her eyes a sense of younger wonder and yet in those same eyes, a smouldering fire. There was no need for me to say anything. Those eyes saw that I was helpless in front of them. They could see my acceptance, my silent surrender as her sultry lips moved towards mine...
.... to be continued
I wanna get to know you so that I can make you scream my name out of the sheer pleasure
