Ended Up With An Erotic Goddess – Part 1

Ended Up With An Erotic Goddess - Part 1
I am Akash, 22 years old residing in Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu. This story is pure fiction. So, there we were chattering as usual at the last desk of our classroom. There was no staff, or should I say, the teacher ran away because of us. We didn’t really do anything except for leaking his honeymoon pictures. It showed that he had a penis not longer than a thumb and his wife was appeared bored while he was making love to her passionately. We still debate on why he left. Was it because his intimate pictures became public or ashamed that his dick is small and everyone knew it? It was indeed me who voiced for the latter. It happened probably a month ago. We have not had a teacher for mathematics since then. I have seen the interviews. But I am sure everyone would have left after a history lesson about us. The class was a tight-knit group. No one gave anything when enquired about that picture incident. So I was sure no teacher is going to mess with us till we are studying in the college. Amidst the clamor, the closed door of the classroom swung open. Paper planes were still in the air and crunched papers rolls missed the trash can. The slight murmurs of banter with the opposite sex became whispers before dying down once and for all. Everyone had their eyes fixated on the door and were waiting eagerly for the wretch to show up. I was expecting a huge unkempt convict to show up. But to mock my expectations showed up young women. She was small, fair and tidy, and wearing a red saree she emerged from the door. She was smiling earnestly. She was actually looking forward to teaching us, at least that’s what it looked like. And then clamor rose up. Comments on her figure and beauty surfaced and she didn’t even flinch. Someone even threw a crunched ball at her. She caught it still wearing the smile. “Hi guys, I am Aarthi and I am to be your Mathematics teacher.” Of course, we started booing. But she didn’t mind. “I heard that your lessons are to be continued from calculus, so I am going to give you a quick recap and then we can delve deep.” I was frustrated. After a month of ease, I was not going to settle for this. I could not bear the idea of showing up for the class at the right time and study at home. I tore a paper, crunched it and threw it at her. I didn’t do it deliberately, but it hit her on the hip. To be exact, it hit her on the exposed region of her hip from wearing the saree. She turned and looked at all of us. No one gave a hint. Just when I was settling back to ease, a jerk from the first bench turned back and looked at me. It was all that was needed for Aarthi. “You there,” she called. I was so mad, but I got busted, so I got up. “Can you please come here?” she said. I walked up to her staring at that jerk. I went up there and looked at her. “Closer,” she said. I walked to her arms’ reach with a sigh. “Keep looking at me.” I was getting prepared for an hour long of a sermon on what to do and what not to do. I could almost hear the girls giggling. They probably made sexist comments on me. She had her eyes locked on mine and I wasn’t going to let this stand-off go. I stared back at her. And then slapped me. It wasn’t a slight to peck. It was an all-five-fingers and palm hardened slap. I was almost dizzy for a second. It was a jaw-dropping moment for everyone. I was shocked both from the pain and her action. “Go back now and be a good boy,” she wore her smile again. None let a word out after that incident in the class. I wasn’t even laughed at as it was shocking to everybody. Now I can guess what took so long from the administration to hire. Everyone started going to class on time and no one spoke unless asked to. I started skipping classes. Not that I didn’t have the guts to face her. I am not even mad that she made an example out of me. It would simply be embarrassing for me. And then the fated day to suck the marrow out of my life was scheduled: Maths exam. I knew nothing. Calculus, Trigonometry, Statistics, I knew nothing. I had but one option: Aarthi. I made peace with my pride and walked to her cabin when it was just two days to the exam. She said, “Come in. What can I do for you?” There was no sarcasm. She was just being earnest. “I kind of suck at maths. What can I do to get passed in this short time?” “It is really hard to cover all the topics. But you can score enough to pass. I have special tuition arranged after 4:30 in the evening. You can join if you want to.” “Thanks,” I said as I left. I thought it was going to be just me and a few late bloomers. But to my surprise, the count crossed 20. I never knew my classmates were this ambitious. I tried my best to listen to the concepts, I truly did. But it was all too obscure for me as I did not have a firm grasp with the rudimentary. But then, I noticed something. It was all over the place, but my hate shrouded me from seeing it. Aarthi was smoking hot. This is the first time I am seeing her like this. The way smiles, the way she writes on the board, the way she turns back to explain, the way her round eyes scan the class every time she turns. It just colludes to make her gorgeous. She was wearing a pink saree with maroon peacocks and borders giving it an elevated appearance. And maroon blouse she wore was tight to the skin. She then bent slightly to fill the lower portion of the blackboard. It appeared as though her bosoms were forced to live inside the blouse. Her hips became too evident because of repeated bending. There was no loose skin on her hip. It was too perfect that it can be termed as the definition of beauty. She would read us the problems and then she would walk amongst solving every query. I was lost in the way her ass moved. I wonder if Rihanna would stand a chance against her walk. And her long braided hair would move to and fro synchronized to the movement of her ass.

Maybe she wore saree in a way that wouldn’t show her assets, but the long day messed it all up. Her stomach looked shrunk and her radiating skin bulged on her hip making evident her curves. I copied everything on the board lest making another bad impression. As it got late, slowly one by one bade their byes. She didn’t force anyone to stay until the class ended. Everyone was free to go when their queries got cleared. There were just the four including me and Aarthi. The guys who sat in front of me raised their hands. She walked to them and leaned on the desk; probably got tired standing for a long time. I got up and leaned too to make an impression of trying to work out the problems. That was maybe the right decision of my life: standing up at that moment. It formed a veil of funnel leading all the way down. What I imagined was right. Her boobs were robust and tightly held. It appeared soft and fluffy and I yearned to dwell in it. All these streams of thoughts were taunting the animal instinct in me. I was drooling for Aarthi. The guys after getting their doubts to lucid, they left too. Aarthi turned towards me, “So, learned anything?” “Sure did, but I didn’t understand quite clearly.” She pulled out her kerchief and wiped the drop of sweat on her head. It would have rolled down her cheek if it wasn’t for her intervention. The security knocked on the door. “Miss, I have to lock the room in 10 minutes,” he said. “We are occupied at the moment,” she said in a commanding tone. “Will let you know when we leave, and you can lock it afterward. Don’t disturb us until then.” Aarthi sat to my left. I could see her breast’s curve. With her blouse on, it was the size of a ripe orange ready to harvest. She really was a good teacher. She answered every single question of mine without a sigh or grimace. With every single question, I moved a bit closer to her. I was sitting so close to her that I can elbow her breast even with the slightest of my movements. “Ms. Aarthi, Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Why did you slap me that day?” “I wasn’t pleased with your behavior.” “But you didn’t have to humiliate me in front of everyone.” “Okay, I am really sorry,” she said. “I will say this to you, but please keep it a secret, alright?” “Sure, why not?” “I was told about your group. Things seemed dangerous and ugly. I had to do something and I was really in need of a job. You know they were paying high.” “Why me? There were many guys.” “Well, you guys were a tight-knit group. I didn’t want to favor students and mold them into informers. That’s a cheap shot. The only thing intimidating enough is losing pride and honor. Yes, I chose you deliberately, because I don’t want anyone retaliating. That is like the last thing I want.” “So you didn’t seem like a man who would hit a woman. You seemed different and I really took a liking to you right when I saw you. Further, one incident is all it takes as the story would be handed down from seniors to juniors. All I have to do is act strict,” and then she smirked. “Smart.” I moved my elbow and it touched her right boob. She didn’t react. “I should have told this to you earlier. You wouldn’t have skipped my classes.” I didn’t know how to react. I just said, “Let’s talk about something else. I need a break before starting again.” “I will go get fresh,” she said. When she came back to the room. She asked, “Say, about you. I know about almost everyone in your class but you.” “Well, there is not much to say other than the fact that I suck at math.” Aarthi sat down, but even closer than before. She didn’t seem to notice. “Tell me about your crush, then.” “I had some flings but nothing serious. Tell me about yours,” I knew I crossed the line there. “I never had any serious relationships. I wish I had someone genuine and understanding” “Yeah, understanding each other is the key. I would love to have someone as understanding as you,” there I said it. “I really like you too.” There was this unspoken tension between us. Our eyes locked and everything froze, time included. I could see her blink vividly. Her eyelashes clashing against each other before extricating themselves. Her slight lick to wet her lower lip, it was all in tranquillity. And yet we were far from being tranquil.