Though the breaths had reached another level, heat in the room crossing all measure, nothing happened in our first private meeting. Yes, there were more to come.
I was on my guard, very sure that she was my student and too young to know what this could lead to. I had enough food for my horny thoughts from this meeting and her double meaning questions, which I evaded. I was sure she would not want any more than this and we could continue our little game on chats.
But the first meeting's apparent failure did not discourage Mia. Her mom sat through the second session, waiting for almost an hour for her daughter to get done, but stopped accompanying her after that session. Perhaps Mia got her discomfort with maths from her mother. The frequency of her doubt sessions increased, leading to our friendship becoming freer.
Now that she came alone, I made a few protocols for her. It was absolutely essential to follow them to the T if she wanted to continue coming over. She had to wear a helmet when she came, so that no one would recognise her. She could not come late in the evening. If she happened to meet anyone and was asked what she was doing in the staff colony, she was to say she had come to return my books. It all looked quite easy to manage.
I clearly remember it was a Saturday in January. I had just finished having lunch that I had cooked myself. Verona is not very cold in winters, rather quite hot in the daytime. I turned off the cooler that had been running while I had been cooking.
The house was so quiet, I could hear the clock ticking. A relaxed lunch had put me in a mellow mood and I was feeling indulgent. I dug out a small chocolate from the refrigerator and took it to the bedroom. I lay down and covered myself up to the chest. I bit into the chocolate, the aphrodisiac starting to work wonders. As it melted in my mouth, its softness reminded me of those milky, white thighs and got me high. I was enjoying the visuals
my brain was showing, and I was well prepared to please myself with them this lazy afternoon. My brain and the rest of my body were working in unison too, totally in sync, when I heard a knock on my door. It was like a stop button that had put everything on halt immediately. With extreme difficulty, I carried myself to my door.
'Hi Mia, how are you?' I said on seeing the visitor.
She was wearing a short lavender-coloured skirt, with a mustard deep V neck top. I could see her legs, and cleavage – not a very comfortable combination for the state I was in. On close inspection, I realised her cup sizes had increased again. I was happy at the visual candy in front of my eyes, but not about her visit. Half-yearly exams were over, and the presence of a student who was wearing such clothes would not go unnoticed.
'Can I come in?'Mia asked, her eyes wide.
I was so engrossed in checking her out that I forgot we were still at the door.
'Yes, please,' I quickly turned, making way for her. I left the door open, just to avoid sending out any wrong signals to the few passersby.
She made herself comfortable in one of the chairs, while I excused myself and went to the washroom to splash some water on my face. I looked into the small wall mirror, preparing myself for the upcoming task. By the time I came back to the living room, Mia was covered in sweat. She was fanning herself with a newspaper, and the door of the house was closed.
'It's so hot today, sir. I can barely breathe here.'
I felt embarrassed when she said that and offered her to come to the other room, as the fan was more effective there and the cooler threw direct air.
She left the chair and stepped into the room as I switched the cooler on. She was not at all nervous. Casually, she walked into the room and sat on my bed.
'How was your maths exam?' I asked, standing at the door.
She made a face. 'I did not do well. The questions you gave for practice, none of them were asked in the exam.'
'I had not set your paper.' I shrugged.
'Oh…!'The extrovert Mia went silent.
'Don't be too disheartened. I might set the final examinations question paper.'
The smile reappeared on her face.
'Your exams just ended. You should take a break. Anyway, which topic do you wish to study today?'
'Algebra.' She placed the book on her lap and turned the pages.
My eyes travelled up her smooth bare thighs. They glowed as an effect of some lotion and worked their magic.
I looked at the page she had opened and pointed at a question. 'What is the value of X here, in this question?' I pointed one finger at the book and accidentally touched her leg.
A sensation ran throughout my body. Her cool body and extra soft shiny skin were testing my limits, inviting me to lose myself. She just closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. When she reopened her eyes, all I could hear was, 'I am feeling too hot here. I will remove my top. Is that okay, sir?'
Mia looked at me with meaningful eyes, and before I could utter a single syllable, she had pulled her top off. Her bra straps were peeping from behind her spaghetti straps. Her cups had swollen a few more millimetres, willing the fine straps to be torn off. Mia turned to me. She looked at me, her eyes thirsty.
I stood frozen.
'Sir, I am fed up with theories. Could you please explain problems with practical examples?'
'There is no practical in maths,' I managed to say.
She looked at me like a hungry dog. Her breathing was strained when she asked, 'How do we insert a tangent around a parabola?'
I did not move an inch. This was not how it was supposed to go. Something stopped me in my tracks, and even killed the raging demon inside me. I realized she was too immature to understand the difference between love and lust, and experimenting with her sexuality at such a tender age.
I turned my face away from her and said sternly, 'Mia, you are not allowed to come here for anything now.'