"You must be relieved now. Finally getting a seat in college after not doing well in the board exams is really lucky, I would say."
George was indeed happy as his friend said. He was very much relieved that he got a seat in a Tier-2 college. He was not a bright student and worse he neither belonged to the back bench group nor the bullying group. He just hung in the middle. He looked very ill during the final exams due to the pressure. Finally as expected, he got very low marks and due to his father's friend he fortunately got a seat in this college.
A few months later, George's parents found out that he had no chance in clearing Maths paper looking at his assessment marks. He did not even cross the one-digit mark.
"Enough is enough. You come with me today evening. I know a good and STRICT Maths teacher. That should bring some change," Cyril, George's father ordered.
As all students, George also did not understand his father's intentions.
"Even I know that studies are not my forte. How can he not understand that by this time?" George thought.
They travelled 5 kms and reached the house. The door was locked and George was expecting a grumpy old man who is frustated with his life (Who will be not after teaching Math?????). But to his surprise, a very young lady opened the door.
"Hi, I am Meera. You must be George," she held her hand out.
Meera was roughly 3 years elder to him and very much good looking. She was dressed in simple clothes, a red cotton saree.
George gave his hand and got a firm and cold handshake from her. She had this pleasant smile across her face all the while. That gave George some excitement and hope, only to realise later it was only partly true.
Because the next few days, it was torture for him. He would reach the house by 6 PM after college and would return home by 10 or sometimes 11 PM. He had his dinner late everyday leading to stress and even more frustration. She insulted him everyday in every possible way, sometimes even going to extent of spanking him with a wooden stick. On rare occassions, she had even forced him to strip to his underwear and make him sit like that until he learns the concept. To his surprise fortunately, he seemed to be the only student in this tuition.
On one of such rare days, he was sitting in the steps in his underwear. He was crying thinking about his situation, not knowing the surprise that waited for him. It was dark and he felt someone near him.
"Now who is this?" George tried to cover his naked upper body with his hands thinking that he might be watched. To worsen the situation his clothes were with Meera in the house which was locked.
He repeated the question and this time he got a response.
"I am Kamton, The Sex Lord, possessing a ton of Kamasutras!" the voice beamed. But he heard only the voice and saw no person.
"What? Is this some kind of prank?" his voice was trembling.
"No my unfortunate child. I am who I am. The God of Love, Cupid might have failed you. But I am going to give you a golden chance. Use it NOW!" that was the end of the strange voice. Rain started to pour.
The door opened finally and Meera called George in. She looked at his wet state and gave his clothes to change.
"I am going to bath. Change your clothes and study until I come out. Understood?" Meera spoke in an indifferent tone.
"Yes," Goerge said in a shiver.
"Is this rain is what Kamton or whoever meant?" he thought disappointed.
After few minutes, he heard the loudest human scream.
Meera came running down the hall fearing something.
"What happened? What happened?" he asked the question twice.
"A fro... There is a frog in the bathroom," Meera said, for the first time letting her guard down in front of the boy.
"A frog?" he asked, thinking it must be a joke. "She shouted like this for a freaking frog?" he thought. Only then did he notice her state of clothing. Her naked body was separated from him with a thin cotton towel from the lower half of her boobs to upper half of her thighs. He could see her nipples pointed out through the towel. And she was all wet from head to toes.
"Man what a structure! She had been hiding this all along..." George thought.
"Hey!" Meera snapped at him and pulled her towel a bit higher to cover her cleavage, only to expose more of her shining and polished thighs.
"Show me the frog," George said noting the confidence in his voice for the first time.
He went inside the bathroom and he looked at her clothes hanging there. He saw the frog and it was quite big as the size of his palm, but definitely smaller than her boobs. The frog suddenly leapt out of the bathroom when he started to go near it. Both of them followed it.
Now the frog seemed to follow Meera. She ran and ran, and finally jumped up to the sofa. The towel did not come off surprisingly and George eyed the knot cuiously which held all the beauty and the secret. The frog too took a jump and now, George with his confidence reached for the sofa took the frog in his bare hands and threw it out of the door.
"Woah thank God..." Meera was coming to the normal state until the inevitable happened. Her towel magically came off.
There she was, the strict and dominating tuition teacher totally stark naked in front of George, the innocent student.
"Well, there you go boy!" that voice again... "Thank you GOD!" George whispered, still enchanted by the naked beauty standing in front of him. Her breasts were perfectly round as if drawn using a compass and the pussy... "Oh good Lord, I can tell it is soft and tender by just looking at it..." he thought.
