Big ‘C’

It was in the year 2007 when I graduated from high school. Tenth graders have to go through the board exam, which means that the exam would be conducted by a board appointed by the government and not by the high school management. Classes would be hectic and tenth grade teachers are a bit stricter. This is the time we see the science subject classifying to Physics, Biology and Chemistry.

We got a new teacher for chemistry, I don’t remember her name now, its been eleven years since I graduated. But I remember her for her figure. I now realise how statues helped generations remember great people in the past. Her hairs defined the Malayali curls. She’s fair looking, short and a bit curvy. I guess she washes her hair every day, it was always loosened, she hardly came with braids. It wasn’t oily but the texture was always glossy. When she turned back to write on the board, that was the moment when all the boys in the class never lose their attention. Her Malayali style of wearing a saree revealed her blouse at every moment she turned back to the black board. As her hand would go writing lines on the board, her hairs would sway, disclosing her nape and the skin beneath, where the blouse wouldn’t cover her body. As the light shimmered over her skin, all the boys went crazy, paying attention so generously as if she’s the only teacher that knows how to teach for high school kids.

A few boys would sit at the front rows when it was time for chemistry class. My favourite part of her class was when I get to see her belly curves beneath her blouse and her navel above the lower part of her saree. We heard she was just married so may be that’s the reason her belly didn’t have marks of any Cesarean section. I’m a short guy so I sat at first bench. Slim navels are sexy but fatty navels are always lickable. Those were the days when an actress was an ambassador for a mobile phone firm. It was one of the favourite advertisements for all the perverted men those days. It’s because the actress had very big sized but firm and tight breasts in the shape of C slightly mended enough into a smoother < . And the name of the mobile phone firm contained just two words, the second word being just “C”. I don’t know why they named it so and if the name really had any connection to the ambassador’s breasts but this was a popular ad those days.

This teacher’s breasts had similar figure to the actress in the ad. So we named her “big c”. She once was dictating notes and a guy at the second bench made some fuss. She did notice that and started to hit him with the 20 cm long wooden scale. She wasn’t able to reach him due to her shortness. She stood at the end of the bench, bending her way towards the guy. The guy that made the fuss was at the middle of the bench. While this is happening, a guy’s hand was at the end of the bench allowing her navel and her lower blouse kiss his hand. At the end of the class, everyone in the class expressed their jealous towards the guy who go lucky to have her skin kiss his hand.

I’m pretty sure everyone masturbated before their sleep, fantasising this big c teacher. I did.. a lot of times. Can’t forget that incident.

The first time!

It wasn’t a regular day, I was in my 9th grade (2006) and my friend took me to an internet cafe. It wasn’t my first time visiting an internet cafe, I used to visit once a week because having an internet connection at home is a luxury those days. I used to pay 15 INR for an hour, spending the whole hour listening to songs at raaga dot com. I don’t even know if that site exists now. And pocket money isn’t a frequent visitor, so I had to wait all the week to collect and save around 20 to 50 INR from home and spend them on saturdays, since its a half day. I wasn’t allowed to come out of my home much, so Sunday isn’t really an outing day, except for attending religious services.

So this day, my friend took me to a nearby cafe after our school hour. It was a Saturday, I remember because it was noon. He wanted to show me something on the internet. We sat in a cubicle, he opened a few pages and all I could see is pictures of naked people banging each other. He did browse a few pages of that sort and I remember I was already going blank in my mind. I wasn’t able to digest what was on the screen. I urged my friend that I had to leave for home, so I left. As soon as I reached home, I went into the bathroom and I puked.

This was my first time watching porn. That’s how it began, in the year 2006, when I was 15. From then, Holly Halston was my favourite for a few years.

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