Suhaila really dreaded going to school that Wednesday. As she stumbled out of her bed, Suhaila ran into the mirror on the way to the bathroom. She stopped and gazed deeply into her own eyes, which were barely open, and thought, "I need another 20 minutes of sleep". Suddenly, she was awoken slightly by the snooze alarm and she quickly grabbed her towel on the rack headed straight for the showers.
Suhaila closed the curtains and turn the tap on.
"Bbbrrrr...." She hugged herself as the warm water started to trickle down her body. Suhaila had a svelte figure for an 18 year old malay girl. She was one of the girls in school who were always talked about, especially among the boys. Even her childhood best friends, Natalia and Alia, complimented many times how Suhaila had matured since entering the local junior college. As Suhaila began to lather herself, her hands began to wander down her body and for the first time in a while, Suhaila managed a smile. She looked gorgeous with only a smile on. As the heat from the water filled the room, the bathroom mirror slowly fogged the image of Suhaila reaching for the showerhead and bringing it down slowly towards her pelvis.
Suhaila had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming loudly as the water jet from the showerhead slowly massaged her clit, giving her an unbearable feeling of pleasure. By now, Suhaila was sitting on the shower tiled floor, her legs spread as wide as she comfortably could. A few seconds after she came, Suhaila heard the screams of her mother from the outside hall,
"Suhaila! You have to go now or you'll be late for school!"
Suhaila managed to take a long, deep breath before she jumped up to her feet, "This day might be a good day after all." Suhaila realized.
The school day had been a long one, although nothing special in particular happened that day. Suhaila was beginning to feel the relief of it almost being over. Today Suhaila was wearing a new, light blue brassiere to school and through the semi transparent white top uniform, you could see right through it. Suhaila kept getting stares throughout the day from school boys. She knew exactly what they were looking at. Suhaila felt proud at the attention she was getting, especially from the senior boys. The school's policy banned girls from wearing colored bras, they could only wear white ones, but Suhaila managed to get away with it by covering herself with a large book file everytime she passed by any teacher.
It was the last period of the day, Malay Language class. "What a great way to end the day," Suhaila thought, "Mdm Hasliza's class is so relaxed and I can chill until the bell rings."
"Class! I'd like to congratulate all of you for a great effort in your previous pop quiz. Tahniah, well done!" Mdm Hasliza said in Malay. "No one failed this time! But we need to put in a little bit more effort if we want to achieve our target grade for the A levels, alright?"
"Yes, Mdm Hasliza!" the whole class exclaimed in unison.
Mdm Hasliza was in her mid 30s, a married woman with no children. She had been teaching in the junior college for about 2 years now, and she was considered one of the new teachers to join the school. Mdm Hasliza had only begun teaching Suhaila's class since the start of the year and she was beginning to build a rapport with the class. Today Mdm Hasliza was wearing her green baju kurung, a malay traditional dress, to school as she often does. She had long black hair that she kept neatly tied with her red scrunchie and her red-rimmed glasses on. She was genuinely feeling proud that her class had done so well so far. Mdm Hasliza, however, was feeling concerned about Suhaila, who had the lowest passing mark of only 56%.
"Alright, class. Let's finish up the assignment quietly until it's time to go home." She ordered.
Mdm Hasliza made her way halfway through the class until she came to Suhaila's table and she lowered herself to whisper to Suhaila, "Suhaila, we need to talk about your grades. Can you stay back in class for a while today?"
"Ok, Cikgu.." sighed Suhaila,
"Damn.. what does she want now?" Suhaila thought, " I thought everybody passed the test! Now I can't go off straight after school."
Meanwhile, as Mdm Hasliza lowered herself to talk to Suhaila, Johari, seated at the table behind Suhaila, managed to get a glimpse of Mdm Hasliza's cleavage as her collar slightly revealed. Johari was trying hard not to stare but it was hard to get his eyes off Mdm Hasliza's large bosom. He managed to see that she was wearing a white colored push-up bra and Mdm Hasliza's breasts were parked in front of him as if teasing him to keep looking. Johari had enough sense to look away after a few seconds but the image was still fresh in his mind.
Finally, the school bell rang and all the students rushed out of their respective classes to jam the school exit. Suhaila stayed back after everyone left and went up to the front of the class to meet Mdm Hasliza.
"Hi Mdm Hasliza," Suhaila said, "you wanted to see me?"
"Yes! Suhaila." Mdm Hasliza was flipping through her class academic record books,"I'm sorry to keep you after class but I think we need to talk a bit about your schoolwork."
Suhaila kept silent as she knew she had been skipping school regularly recently and wasn't able to attend most of her classes. Suhaila braced herself as she expected a tongue lashing from Mdm Hasliza.
"First of all, do you know you're not supposed to be wearing colored bars to school?" Mdm Hasliza said.
"What?" Suhaila didn't expect that at all. She was slightly taken aback after letting the question sink in, covered herself with her file folder.
"Yes, Suhaila!" Mdm Hasliza said. "It all boils down to attitude. The attitude you show in wearing your uniform clearly shows me your attitude towards your studies."
"Errmm... yes, I do know I'm not supposed to be wearing colored bras to school," Suhaila stammered. "But I don't have any more white ones." Suhaila said, frantically trying to some up with an excuse.
