7 Chapter 4 - Tinuklaw ng Ahas (2/2)

He showed me a Human Anatomy book that was already in the set of books he was carrying. Bumilis naman ang kabog ng dibdib ko sa takbo ng conversation namin.

”Wow. Are you teaching Anatomy soon, sir? Err, what fascinates you about it?”

I winced again, thought I was asking stupid questions.

”No. I mean, I'm not teaching Anatomy. Although, I'd like to. But I still have a lot to learn. The human body has a lot of surprises.”

”I think you'd be great at teaching Anatomy, sir.”

It came out too fast than I could stop it.

”You really think so?”

Natameme ako nang magtinginan ulit kami. ”Yea. I mean, right, the human body is fascinating. You're a human body. Err, I mean, well, uhm..”

He pulled out his gaze but kept his naughty smirk. He picked out a book from the tall shelve, his face, amused.

My thoughts were failing me. But what's with our topic? And his smirk! I tried to act normal but inside, up there in my head, it was armageddon.

”Cece... Oh! Hello Teacher Kim!” pagkagulat ni Mecky.

Great, I'm saved!

”Mecky.” The sex god just gave Mecky an empty nod and moved to the next bookshelve.

Lumapit sa akin si Mecky na mukhang walang pakialam sa existence ng gurong pantasya ng lahat. ”Na'kay sir Albert daw yung isang kopya nitong book. Pero binabalik naman daw niya lahat ng hinihiram niya at the end of the day. So I booked this to your ID na lang at babalikan ko na lang mamaya yung isang kopya pagsauli ni sir Albert.”

Tumango at sumang-ayon na lang ako at bumalik na kami sa napili naming table. Sa totoo lang, nawalan na ako ng pakialam sa kahit anong libro. A venomous monster was inside the library at gusto kong matuklaw.

For a minute, I buried my face in my notes. I couldn't stop thinking about Teacher Kim - the almost naked Teacher Kim. And even though it was only a brief conversation we just had, it sent electric sensations to the tip of my clitoris.

Then I was taken aback when I sat back up. There he was, by the next table behind Mecky, sitting facing me. He looked like a king cobra on alert, his body was upright and his gaze was piercing, predatory and just pleasingly biting.

When Mecky and I came in, I've noticed those books left open and the satchel bag on top of that table but the chair was empty. In my defense, I chose our table randomly, I didn't know Teacher Kim was here. But for the love of God, Mecky sat on the adjacent chair opposite me, leaving my front empty and defenseless against Teacher Kim's possible vicious attacks.

He did seem stranged tho, he was no longer distant and aloof. His gaze was no longer frugal and scarce. I felt like he was finally seeing me.

My attention was divided between him and whatever book I just opened. But whenever I glance at him, he would glance back, then, sabay kaming magiiwasan ng tingin.

I was suddenly puzzled at this new developments. I just realised, he's been calling me up more for recitations lately. I've also been the pun of some of his Math jokes. And I have also caught him several times leaving the school only after my brother arrived to pick me up, which happened often far late up to the early evening and he used to leave school way earlier than that.

Dahil hindi ako mapakali, tinanggal ko ang pony tail ko and brushed my hair with my fingers; from my forehead to my back, from the side of my ear, from my nape to the end length of my thick, black hair. I tried to keep my cool despite his relentless staring and his abusive lips wetting.

And then, there were those mannerisms he had too. He laid his one elbow on the table with his forearm up and his fingers were playing with each other. While his other forearm laid flat, and if not busy writing, four fingers will be silently running in place like horse feet on endless repeats. All his finger activities were just agonizing - erotic - but causing me pure physical and mental pain.

At dahil hubad ang mga table sa library, I noticed another mannerism, malakas pala siya magkuyakoy. The contour of his balls forms and deforms as he swang those two thick, giant legs. I couldn't stop myself but rub my thighs against each other to ease the throbbing pain from what was in between of it.

Why didn't I wear jeans today?

It was raining and cold, and I wore a knee-level, soft, flowy skirt. For a moment, I hated myself for my grab-and-wear attitude, that I hardly care on what I wear.

I noticed he aimed his gaze underneath my table.

Hey sir, what are you looking at?

He must be seeing something he liked because his mouth partly opened, looking hungry and dry. His adam's apple did not deny that slurp of thirst, and then again, he did that neck twist and stretch of discomfort.

I became certain I was not hallucinating or fantasizing alone in my dreamland. I could see something was growing inside his crotch. The beast was awaken, I thought it would bite me, but as it seemed, I bit it first.

He looked at me, his face stern, his jaw tightened. But I was no longer worried if he looked mad or wondered if he hated me. He wasn't hating me, or at least his exciting erection wasn't.

In my head, I was celebrating; unicorns and rainbows and sparkles decorated the entrance of my pussy. It was a party; one hell of a party and Teacher Kim was my guest of honor.

I bit my lip as I watched the greatest show on earth - his exciting balls and his growing bulge. I wanted to see more of it, more of that erection. I wanted a behind the scene experience, I wanted a meet and greet with the star, I wanted an autograph not with a pen, but with his penis and make him sign his name inside my pussy.

I was transitioning; sweet little Cece turned naughty and dirty. In some corner of my brain, I was worried how my expressions must have looked with all the sexual things going on inside my head. But damn Teacher Kim has captured every bit of my being.

The outlines of his growing boner was the greatest truth I have ever witnessed. It was firm and massive, the stretch could be deep or endless. I wasn't even exaggerating, it was pulsing strong, trying to come out of its limited cage. It knows. It knew it can't keep growing inside, there just wasn't enough space. It wanted freedom - Let it go!

I was shameless. Dirty and shameless.

Good Cece can't come to the phone right now, cause she's dead!

Why of course, it did not just ended there. Teacher Kim took the show to another level, the peak, but not the climax yet. His equally beastly hand went down to its true owner and caressed its majesty. Slow and careful, sweet and gentle, from the balls to the shaft, up to its thick, full head. I could just hear his cock saying 'thank you, my loyal handmaid'.

He would give me a look every now and then, his face suggesting a warning. But I was certain, I don't want the safe zone. I wanted to be in danger. His throbbing cock was the danger I'd never take a detour for. I will dive in, head first, mouth wide open.

For the most part, I couldn't believe myself for what we were doing in the library, with Mecky, possibly another virgin, in front of me. The always proper and respectable teacher has gone dirty on me and I went on a mud bath, bare bodied.

Then without giving a hint, a stare or any signs, he just stood up. His erection, provocative and awkward. Thankfully, only I could see it. I felt a little selfish about it, I didn't want to share the sight of that wild and pulsing bulge with anyone. But then he dissapeared in one of the book shelves. I was muddled.

Do I follow? Was he trying to lead me somewhere? Can I really do 'it' now? Are we?

I started racing in panic. I didn't know what to do. I felt scared, but increasingly aroused. What was he gonna do? Am I even ready?

With no one protesting, I stood up. Feeling guilty but unapologetic, I followed the direction Teacher Kim went in to. Nobody noticed me, I think. Mecky was all consumed with her music and the book she was trying to learn something from, she didn't even bothered to notice that I just stood up.

I saw Teacher Kim leaning to a shelve, his forehead rested on the shelve's level and his erection, still strong. He sensed me and walked away again. So, I followed. I thought, I should follow. I felt cheap and dirty, but not too slutty, not at all, maybe just curious and virgin, or at least that's what I tried to convince myself of.

We were in a game of chase. Nagpalusot-lusot kami sa mga shelves na parang maze. Then, he stopped, and so did I; I was still few steps away from him.

Briefly, the magnificent greek god jerked his head half-way to my direction but still, he didn't look up. I breathed hard, I was both nervous and excited.

Then, he dissapeared, again, behind a door, a door that says in strong, red writing 'No Students Allowed To Enter'.

All of a sudden, I was lost in his game. I swear, my inner-being bursted into a cry, full of angst, drowning in misery and rejection.

He must know I couldn't do it. I've always been a law-abiding student. I couldn't just break the wall or cross the borders, leave my student ID and be a teenage nomad. I have broken 50 rules of proper teen-aging already, neglected a dozen of my parents' lessons in life, and was about to obliviate in my head the ultimate principle of virginhood - keep it until you're ready.

But did Teacher Kim expect me to just enter the room that doesn't allow me in? Was it where he planned to do the things I fantasized him to do to me? Did he think that, since I was being severely naughty and obviously horny, I was no longer a righteous, upstanding student? Or was I being lame? Why don't I just go in? Nobody's gonna see me! Questions, questions, questions. It was the worst exam ever.

I stood there empty, leaning behind the restricted door, feeling nothing else but a pathetic leftover. He wasn't a monster no more, and evil would no longer suffice. But I couldn't figure out the right word, what he really was. I thought, maybe it should just be, for the moment #BewareTeacherKim.