School Girls' Stories - Year 1

Chapter 2 – Taiikuka Shai

“Kago is never going to notice I am a woman,” Yuki complained, walking down the hallway, scuffing her shoes across the clean floors. Shai and Fuji walked along with her, sympathetic to her feelings, but also knowing she brought it about herself.

“Give him time,” Fuji said clearly, fixing the glasses on her face as she often does when she is trying to be taken seriously. “You must make him realize you are a woman, not the girl he grew up with.”

Yuki nods and takes her first step into the afternoon sun at the end of the school day. “You are right,” she sighed, then turned on Shai before Shai could keep herself from colliding with her friend. “So Shai, how is tennis practice going with that lecherous teacher, Mr. Tennison? My sister told me he has a hard-on for all of the girls at the school.”

“There is a huge difference between being turned on by a student and acting upon it,” Fuji pointed out, stepping in front of Shai to intercept Yuki’s leering gazes.

“Yeah, but he’s her tennis coach,” Yuki said. She looked over Fuji’s shoulder to Shai and gave a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Those short skirts are so sexy,” she said in a deep voice, mocking the sound of the old men on cartoons that come on to the many girls.

Shai just let out a sigh instead of reaching for the bait. She stepped passed Fuji and looked to her friend. “Are you two really going to wait for me to finish tennis to go home?” she asked uncertainly.

“Sure,” Fuji said, stopping Yuki from furthering inserting her foot into her mouth. “I have some studying I would like to do, and Yuki has some studying she wouldn’t like to do, but is going to do anyway.”

Shai nodded happily then waved farewell to her friends, hurrying off to the locker rooms to change to her tennis uniform, which consisted of a pink polo and a white tennis skirt. She placed the sneakers on her feet and ran out to the courts, tennis racket in hand. Three other girls stood already waiting for Shai, all in similar uniforms. Mr. Tennison had yet to reach the courts.

Shai hurried to join her classmates and stood in line along with them. The girls stood in companionable silence until Mr. Tennison walked onto the court, then the tension was high and the faces turned to grimaces. Shai was the only one who did not let the teacher twist her stomach into knots and worry about the rumors. Shai would listen to Fuji, after all she was a top student, she knew what she was talking about more than some stupid rumors.

“All right, ladies,” Mr. Tennison began. He was still rattled from this morning when he caught Miss Oshidori, Miss Makenki, and Mr. Donaldson, in the classroom this morning. He did not know how to deal with such insolence from a student, or a girl who looked like she knew more about sexual depravity and activities than he did in thirty years of life, but that was not what he was to think about now. He was meant to think about teaching these students, and he was doing a good job of it.

All through the lesson he kept his mind on the tennis balls and the way the girls knew instinctively the ways to hit it. His mind was clear, his body cleansed of his fantasies, until Shai missed the ball and fell forward, a shock of black, black??, panties showing as she tripped and regained her footing. He never would have thought of Taiikuka Shai as a black panties type of girl. As soon as he saw the black he was gone, his mind wandered all over again to things he wished to do to some of these girls, girls who were much more adventurous than they had been in his day. He remembered discipline and respect; these girls were too loose with all of their morals. All of them but Shai. Perhaps it is what made him look at her more closely, the way her petite, yet full for her figure, breasts bounced when she did. The perfect legs that kicked her off of the ground to jump to hit that ball. Her beautiful lips, pouty and wide, the way a true girl’s should be.

When practice was over he could barely contain himself any longer. The girls were moving towards the showers and all he could think about was the color of Shai’s panties. He stopped her, called her back, and asked if he could see her a moment.

Shai was now had more trepidations than before. Why had she been called back? He had been telling them how well they were doing the whole time, and now he wanted to talk to her. “Yes Mr. Tennison?” she asked of him, looking up at him with bold blue eyes, the only part of her that was not a hidden aggression waiting to burst.

“Miss Taiikuka, I think you need a bit of practice with your serve,” he told her, stepping forward. “May I show you?”

“Y…Yes,” she said quietly. She turned her back to him, allowing him to put his arms around her and grip the racket along with her. He did his best to keep from pressing too closely to her, but he failed. Shai may have been shy, but she was not dumb. She knew what the bulge pressed against her leg was, and she was suddenly stiff, her body reacting badly to his reaction to her body.

“You need to flow a bit more,” Mr. Tennison told her quietly, whispering into her ear. He helped her flow with the racket, helped her move, but she was still too tense. “You are too aggressive, even when serving. Sometimes you must shock your opponent.”

He shocked her. He suddenly had his hands under her shirt and rubbing and massaging those breasts that he watched bounce with greed and lust earlier. He was pulling her closer into him, feeling her soft body pressed against his hard body. She let out a small squeal, but nothing anyone would hear. She was too quiet for her own good, and she did not know how to react to this touch.

“Mr… Mr. Tennison,” she whispered quietly as he continued to mold her breasts to his hand, rubbing them, pinching at the nipple, giving her pleasure and disgrace all at once. Her cheeks flushed under her eyes with embarrassment, many different kinds, and she held tightly still to the racket in her hands.

“I am sorry, Shai,” he said, using her given name while his hands wandered over her body. “I can not help it, you are just too beautiful.”

She had never been called beautiful before. Most boys did not want a girl as quiet and shy as her, and she did not know how to handle the compliment. Instead, she closed her eyes and silently wished Mr. Tennison’s wandering hands would stop so she could comprehend what he was doing to her.

One of his hands slipped down, underneath her skirt, and underneath her panties. He found the most sensitive spot on any girl, that delicate clitoris between the lips, the moisture and heat of the entire body, and pressed onto it. Shai had never had this part of her body touched and she nearly cried out, but instead bit her lip and kept quiet while her teacher roamed the parts of her body. His hands were rough, and gentle, all at the same time. He was taking advantage of innocence, but trying not to hurt her too badly. He just wanted to feel her, to take advantage of her every inch.

He pushed her closer to him, rubbing her firm butt over the hardness beneath his pants and she shivered with fear. Suddenly she found her voice, no matter how quiet it was. “No…” she trailed off.

This was enough for Mr. Tennison to stop. He did not let go of her right away, looking upon her from behind, the way her black hair fell over her flushed cheeks, the way his hand looked cupper over one of her breasts, and the little strike of hair he could see beneath her panties. It only made him harder, wanting to drag her down to he ground and do things to her had had never done to a girl her age before, but instead he released her and stepped back. The whole time Shai had held tight to her racket.

Shai ran to the locker room and hurried to change back into her school uniform. She raced out to meet her friends, who were sitting in front of the school with their books out, reading through their History lesson.

Yuki was the first to look up excitedly. “So, how was your lesson with the letch?” she asked, wiggling her fingers towards Shai.
Shai didn’t know why she did it, but she lied. “Fuji was right,” she told her friends. “He’s just a teacher who lusts after girls.”

Yuki looked disappointed, but Fuji’s perception of the world had her looking at Shai a bit funny, but Shai offered her her normal sweet smile. Fuji just nodded and the three girls readied themselves for their walk home.