This is my first story and part 1 of the series that I have planned. Many thanks to 'The Seeker' for editing it.
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My name is Jason. I am just an average looking guy, living in Mumbai (Bombay), India. At the age of 18, I was 5'11 weight 70 kgs. For many reasons I was shy around girls. My face would turn red every time a girl started a conversation with me.
I was brilliant in studies. My grades were top of my class in all subjects. I was expected to top my board examination by everyone who knew me; my parents, my relatives, my teachers, my friends and my classmates. My life seemed to be perfect. Perfect that is except for my 'girl' problem. But that didn't affect me, because I always thought that I would have my whole life for pursuing girls after I completed my education.
As they say, 'life is never perfect'. And this proved true in my case. My studies were perfectly on course for getting the top rank that I deserve for my hard work and dedication. Just couple of days before the examination I was bitten by a mosquito, which transmitted malarial germ into my body. Even though I had a fever of 1020F I decided to go to my exam rather than wasting a whole year and getting 'second attempt' mark on my report card. My parents were against this move, but they allowed me to appear for the exam for the sake of my happiness.
Two months later I got my report card in my hands. I was shocked to see I barely got distinction. My language papers (the first three) were worst hit by malaria. I got 50/100 in first, 40/100 in second, 37/100 in third languages respectively. After the three papers, since I was healthy again my marks showed. I got 148/150 in Science, 149/150 in Mathematics and 147/150 in social studies. I topped the board in the latter three examinations. Due to just a distinction I had to take admission in a substandard college for the subjects of my choice on the out skirts of Mumbai. So I had to endure long rides in a very crowded Mumbai train.
My parents tried to cheer me up by saying 'every thing happens for a good reason', and 'never to lose hope till the end'. Their attempt at cheering me up didn't seem to work on me. I went to the college with a heavy heart. I thought the world had ended for me. The college campus seemed like a place on a distant planet, and every body on campus was alien to me. I found my class room only after some difficulty.
I checked out my classmates. There were around the same number of men and women in the class. Some of my old school friends were even there. Amongst them I also found my first crush, Ginny. She always considered me as her best friend even though I didn't talk with her anymore than required. We had shared the same desk at school.
I took the most distant seat available. The first few days were uneventful; the only difference was I started feeling better as the college was not as bad as I expected it to be, plus Ginny also made a constant effort to cheer me up.
When I had my first chemistry lecture, my life got a new meaning. My chemistry teacher was a bombshell. I guess she had a figure of 36c-28-36 and between 23 to 26 years old, approx. I later found out that it was 36, and the rest of her stats. were correct. She was tall, maybe even taller than me. It was hard to tell her exact height from where I sat in the last bench. She was fair skinned, and wearing a stylish sari (an Indian dress).
Now what my parents had said about the beauty of life sunk into my head; just to be able to see her was more than a good reason to come to this college. From the next day onwards I sat on the first bench whenever I had a chemistry lecture, in order to see her. I paid full attention in her class. I tried to impress her with my knowledge of the subject.
Few of my friends from school including Ginny told me not to show off. Ginny also told me that I should stop thinking about her, as she is too old for me. I don't know how, but from school it seemed to me that Ginny could read my mind. I just blushed and moved away from Ginny. Slowly I started to flirt with Mrs. Rebelo, my chemistry teacher. Yes she is married, but that doesn't make me stop ogling her. Nothing much in the way of flirting, just casual flirting like saying "nice dress" and "you're looking extremely beautiful today".
I was surprised that I could manage to say this, not to a girl, but to a woman. Ginny would get very angry whenever I displayed any affection for Mrs. Rebelo. This behavior intrigued me, as I was not her boyfriend or something, and not at all committed to her in anyway.
A month passed by, we had just started our practicals in biology, chemistry, physics, and Information & Technology. Needless to say, I enjoyed my chemistry practicals, because I got more time to spend with Mrs. Rebelo, and I could be even closer to her body while I conducted the experiments.
In time she started to linger more around me, I enjoyed the extra attention, but this annoyed Ginny to no end. Mrs. Rebelo became more open with me and started casually flirting with me, just like I had flirted with her.
Last summer, this is when the real story starts. Today Mrs. Rebelo was not wearing her usual sari, but a Punjabi dress. This is another traditional Indian dress, quite similar to jeans & top that the modern girls wear, with a few exceptions. First, the top is long and comes down to the knees of the person wearing it, and there is a piece of long cloth, known as dupata, covering the breast, to cover the cleavage area visible from the top.
After the chemistry practicals, when I was leaving the lab as I am usually the last one to leave, Mrs. Rebelo came to me and said in a very sexy low seducing whisper ; "Jason, I know you ogle at me, want me, and are too shy to say so. If you want me, meet me outside the ladies toilet on the third floor".
Hearing this gave me an instant hard-on, which I tried to cover up with my bag, and I moved out of the lab, for I knew that Ginny would be waiting for me.
For some reason these days Ginny would always wait for me outside the labs under the pretext 'we live close by so we can go home together'.