School Girls' Stories - Year 1

Chapter 7 – Teiyoku Tennison


At school the next day Shai, Yuki, and a few other classmates were crowded around Fuji’s desk, listening to the story of the older man she was dating. She was admitting to them that she had lied about where she had gone to school, and that he thought she was a college student. Instead of being horrified, the world thought it was romantic.

“Say it ain’t so!” cried a voice from the doorway of the school. All of the class turned to see Kago standing in the door, his hand over his heart. “My little Fuji has a … a boyfriend? What about me?”

Fuji rolled her eyes while Yuki placed her hands on her hips, ready to snap back at Kago, for many reasons all her own. “You are nothing but the scum on Fuji’s shoe,” Yuki retorted to him, flipping her wavy hair over her shoulder.

Kago raised and eyebrow and was about to say something rude when the teacher walked in. Kago scurried out to his own class, leaving the girls to daydream through the rest of the day. When the end of the day came Shai quickly began to dread going to tennis practice. Her hand trembled when she went to grab her racket, her body shuddering with a fear she could not control. Fuji noticed it once more and turned to Shai with a question in her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to go to practice today?” she asked Shai. “You do not look like you are feeling too well.”


This broke Yuki from her song and she turned quickly to Shai, feeling her forehead for an impending temperature rise. “Hmmm… the doctor thinks that Shai is just fine. Perhaps she is nervous because Mr. Tennison will be there….”

Shai hugged her racket to her body and shook her head vigorously. “No,” she said, “it is nothing like that. It is just that I wonder sometimes if I am really good enough to be a tennis player.”

“Are you kidding?” Yuki asked in disbelief. “You are great, and everyone knows it! Now get out there and fight! And we will be waiting for you in the same spot we were in before.”

Shai nodded and hurried off to practice.

Mr. Tennison went through the motions of the day, and no one would have suspected that his mind was not on tennis, but the feel of a certain student beneath his hands. He had never broken that taboo before. He had lusted after many of the girls who came through his class and into his tennis court. He had seen so many beauties full of innocence and life that it was hard not to daydream about them, but Shai, she was the first. She was the only one he had ever touched inside of that school, and he wanted her, more than he wanted any woman who he had ever come across. That innocence, that flounce in her step, he wanted to make her wet wanted to see her flush and hear her moan as he did things to her body no other man, or boy, had done to her thus far.

The four girls on the tennis team worked vigorously, working up sweats, and giving snide remarks about how good Mr. Tennison was appearing to be. Shai tried to join in the conversations, but she was just too quiet. The girls did not fault her this, they still kept up the conversations with her, and the kindness that was so often given.

“What did he call you after for the other day?” Raquel asked of Shai towards the end of practice.

“He thinks I am too aggressive when I serve,” Shai said honestly, in her quiet meek voice. “I guess it is the one thing I am too aggressive in.” This caused a laugh from the other girls and they all smiled knowingly, but they were laughing with Shai, not at her, and Shai felt a smile light up her face.

At the end of practice Mr. Tennison asked Shai to stay after once more. Raquel turned to Shai and gave her a thumbs up and whispered, “If he tries anything, scream, we will come running.”

Shai walked over to Mr. Tennison who promptly smiled down at the young girl. Shai felt better knowing her teammates were in that locker room looking out for her, so she felt a confidence she had not had the day before. She could scream if he touched her. No, not she could, she would.

“You did much better today with your serving,” he told her. Shai smiled up at him, pretending what had happened the other day did not exist. “I am very proud of you. You are the best girl out there on the court, and I can not wait to show you off during the games. Promise me you will keep up the good work.”

“I promise Mr. Tennison,” Shai said with a strong voice. She could promise that. Tennis was her life; she enjoyed it like she enjoyed nothing else.

“You may consider buying a new racket, though,” Mr. Tennison continued. “You seem to have worn yours down a bit too much. I know rackets are best when well used, but there comes a point when the racket begins to just fade away from well use. It might strengthen your playing.”

Shai nodded her head. “Yes, Mr. Tennison,” she said, “I will keep that in mind. Thank you very much.” She stood, waiting, leery of what was to happen next.

“You are excused, Miss Taiikuka,” he said to her. Shai gave him her widest smile and raced back to the locker rooms. All three girls were standing there, fully dressed back into their uniforms, waiting for Shai to return.

“Did he try anything?” the tallest of the three asked, and Shai made a mental note to try to remember her name a bit better.

Shai shook her head vigorously. “He suggested I buy a new racket.” She held up her old, dilapidated racket, and all three girls laughed and nodded in unison.

“Do you want us to wait for you?” Raquel asked while the other girls made to leave.

“No, I will be fine,” Shai smiled. “Fuji and Yuki are waiting for me outside. You go on ahead. If you see them, will you just tell them that I will only be a few more minutes?”

Raquel smiled and nodded. “Yes of course,” and then she was gone.

Shai hurried to her locker and changed back into her school uniform. She did not hear the click of the locks on the locker room, nor did she realize that someone else was now in there with her. She hummed quietly to herself, oblivious to the fact that a sexual predator was watching her pull the sailor blouse back over her bosom, his eyes leering and wanting what was underneath.

Shai turned towards the door to exit the locker room as a pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled her to a tightly muscled chest. Mr. Tennison stood behind Shai, gazing upon her much as he did a few days before, and longing to touch that soft milky skin. “Shai,” he whispered hoarsely.

Once again the will she had fought so hard to take control of all during the day faded and she felt like a useless puppet in his hands. He pulled at her blouse, pushing it up her body, revealing the skin and pale pink bra underneath, uncovering the tops of the generous bosom and looking down at it with a warm taste in his mouth. She pushed at his hands weakly, wanting him to release his hold on her, but she did not have the strength, or the will.

“Just let me touch your breasts,” he whispered into her ear, his lips tickling across her earlobe. “I won’t do any more than that; just let me touch your breasts.”

Shai did not have the will to fight, and as Mr. Tennison pulled her so she was sitting on his lap on one of the benches the girls used to change she allowed him to do just as he asked. He pulled the bra down and away from her breasts and allowed his hands to travel over them. He leaned her back into him, tilting her head back so he could watch her face as he touched her body. His thumb and pointer finger rolled over the nipples of her breasts, teasing them into hardness. Even with her not wanting and not ready he could make her want him, make her desire his touch.

He ran his palms lightly over those breasts and heard her moan slightly. If she could not fight him, she may as well enjoy him, and she did. She hated herself for it, but she did enjoy his very touch, the feel of his light caress over a sensitive part of her body she was highly unaware of. He gripped tighter, grabbing and massaging her breasts, leaning her even further back into him so he could watch her eyes close in sublime pleasure and feel her body press against his.

He released her right breast and slowly trailed his hand down underneath the hem of her skirt, searching for that warm spot just a few days ago had been in need of a new touch. She once again put her hand to his, trying to stop him from exploring and he said, “Just my fingers, Shai,” hoarsely and in great need. She felt him growing larger behind her, the feel of his cock pressed into her back, and in a twisted way she began to want it. “Just my fingers inside of you, I won’t do anymore.”

His finger slid over the wet lips, towards the clit, and found that spot. He pressed hard on it, making her squirm and lift her hips to meet his fingers. His finger slid over it, circling it, causing her to make more of those quiet sounds he was enjoying so much. He slipped his fingers down and pressed one deeply inside of her. She shuddered and tightened and he knew it would hurt her that very first time. That very first time that he badly wanted to take from her.

He slid her back to the point where she was laying on the bench, and he changed his position so he was over her, very carefully. She bit her lip and looked up at him with those so quiet eyes, and he knew what to do to her. He flipped up her skirt and grabbed the hem of her panties. Her legs began to close together, but he shook his head. “No, this is purely for you,” he said to her. She slowly retracted the tightness of her legs and allowed him to pull her panties down and off, discarding them into the corner of the locker room. He pushed her legs apart and leaned forward, letting his tongue run over her lower lips, leaving them wetter than they already were. She shuddered in pleasure, not expecting his mouth to feel so good.

He moved his lips to her clit, letting his tongue roll over the sweetness. She shuddered and cried out, unable to contain herself. She had never felt something like this before, never felt a man’s touch, or even her own. He was doing this to her she had only heard about in tales from Yuki about her sister’s exploits. She was enjoying it, and wanting more, and he gave it to her. He took her clit between his teeth, pulling slightly, tugging enough to make her aware, and not enough to hurt her. While he teased her clit with his tongue he moved his finger back inside of her body. He just ran it along the very inside, not driving it deep, just teasing the delicate fabric of the beginning walls. Shai was crying out more and more, her moans growing and yet muffled behind the hand she had brought to her lips. She was moving her hips in time with his lips and they were tasting things they both longed for more of. She felt the first sign of an orgasm, or at least it was what she suspected it was. There was a red hot heat boiling in her stomach and chills that were not cold but pleasurable going through her lower body. She was crying out and he was moving faster, pushing his finger a bit further in and biting her deeper. She moaned, “Mr. Tennison,” and is only proceeded to turn him on more. She tightened her pussy around his finger, her body shuddered, and she was taken over by a wave of something she had never felt before!

He could not stand it, the bulge in his pants so large. He pulled up and grabbed her arms, pulling her till they were both sitting on the bench facing her. His lips, wet with the taste of her, found hers and he proceeded to give Shai her first kiss. She cared not of the bodily juices that covered his mouth, they were her own, she only wanted his tongue pressing against hers. She wanted to toy with it forever, and she wanted to crawl onto his lap and let that bulge enter her. She wanted it, to feel the pulsing, the pounding, the very pain of it. Her nipples hard, her body ready, she began to reach out when a knock on the door and a voice called out. “Shai! Why is the locker room door locked? What is taking you so long?” Yuki! Shai had completely forgotten about the friends she had left waiting for her.

Shai hurried to find her panties, while Mr. Tennison hurried to leave the locker room. He whispered in her ear where the lock on the door was, and suddenly Shai once more was left on her own. She ran to the door, flushed and sweating, and opened it to Yuki’s confused face, and Fuji’s very concerned one.

“What happened?” Yuki cried out, entering the locker room and looking about suspiciously. “Raquel said you would be right out.”
“I’m sorry,” Shai apologized. “I fell asleep. I was more exhausted than I thought.”

“Is Mr. Tennison ‘working’ you too hard?” Yuki asked jokingly, nudging her friend.

Shai gave off a nervous giggle and went to collect her things. Yuki suspected nothing, but Fuji noticed the dampness to her friend’s skirt, and the redness to places where a five o’clock shadow had rubbed against bare skin. She may have fooled Yuki, but Fuji was slowly beginning to dawn on the realization of what was making Shai smile the way she was.