T here are three kinds of students that a teacher comes across – the studious, the creative ones who are not good in studies, and the third, who are neither studious nor creative, but have a huge ego. Mia belonged to the last category.
She came from a wealthy, affluent family and was quite dominating in her peer group. I had seen her participating in many cultural functions in school, and also found her to be excessively pushy, but had not paid much attention to her earlier. It was only when Nic told me that she had suddenly become taller and gained a few cup sizes that we noticed her. Inevitably, the change in her skirt length had been inversely proportional to her height.
I remember the day clearly, as if it was just yesterday. I was teaching Tangent and Parabola in class, and Mia sat on the front seat. I had been noticing from the corner of my eye that she had a playful smile while I taught. Not getting into it in front of an entire class, I assigned a question to the students and started walking in the aisle to assess their understanding of the topic. While gliding my gaze through the notebooks, my eyes suddenly fell on a naked thigh. I halted in my tracks. I was taking a slower and longer second look, when suddenly the owner of the long legs turned towards me. Our eyes met. I am not sure what went on inside her head or if she had seen me checking her out, but she smiled. It was not the respectful smile of an innocent student that I was used to. It was a smile which said she knew what I had been up to. Mia did not bother to pull down her skirt, not even an inch. I had to gather myself; this couldn't be happening in my workplace.
I lost focus from Parabola and my Tangent got some signal, despite my trying real hard to save the situation.
I somehow managed to wrap up the class and leave, almost hurrying towards the staff room.
That night, I got a text message that put me in panic. Hi Sir! Mia this side.
As per school policy, every teacher had to share their number with the students, especially during exams, in case the students had some last-minute queries. A lot of my students also had my contact number and used to ping me on WhatsApp several times when they had queries. It was not difficult to manage them, as I could reply at convenience and it was no hassle. But this message was not the same.
I smiled at the text. The animal inside me had received the whiff of the starter. I was a pro in these rituals. I had had numerous such experiences in the past, and could well anticipate what was to come.
Hi Mia! How are you, I replied, almost immediately. I am good sir…
We went on chit-chatting, talking about her preparation for exams and other such things. I did not leave my phone for even a second and replied to every message promptly.
After wandering in several mathematical and mundane lines, she finally wrote, Sir, I need your help to underst and ex ponent ial curv es ;) ;)
Really? I am available for hel p any tim e. I t would be my pleas ure, I replied without any emojis, but the message was loud and clear.
I knew this was off limits. But my mind and body had understood something beyond the boundaries of school, books, student and a teacher. And mind you, I wasn't looking at changing this into an opportunity for the inner demon. Mostly, I was just having a good time, giving some fuel to my furtive imagination. She was seventeen, an age where she wanted to tread the forbidden paths. Or maybe she had already tasted the forbidden fruit and wanted some more variety. Anyway, I knew where I had to stop, for my own sake more than hers, and wanted to make the most of it.
That night, we chatted on WhatsApp for the longest time. Honestly, there were a few discussions about maths and her queries, but many related to curves. She was smart, and I made sure I wrote nothing that could go against me. It was a calculated move.
That day onwards, chatting on WhatsApp became an everyday ritual. She pinged me with some maths problem, but always led the conversation to something more interesting.
With each passing day, more and more of her thighs started showing in class. It was like offering blood to a thirsty shark. What added misery to my woes was that the shark had been hungry since a year. I knew I couldn't indulge her too much, but my imagination went wild every night while I chatted with her, and it took all the effort of the world to keep that out of my words.
One day, she asked for my permission to come to my staff residence. I said no. A clear no, because we were not supposed to meet students in our house, leave aside girl students.
Sir, c an you give me Maths tuit ions? I am reall y not able to get theco ncept s. Her message seemed innocent.
Sometimes it's an advantage being a mathematics teacher. No, i t's not a llow ed, I typed back.
She did not reply, but instead sent a few pouting smileys. It made me feel like I was the only maths teacher left in this universe.
But you can come to me w ith your doubts af ter cl ass tomor row, or athome for doubt clearance once or t wice, if absolut el y necessar y.
She sent many flying kiss emojis to that.
The chat ended, but not my imagination. When I put the phone aside, a particular body part made its presence felt a little too obstinately. It was not a comfortable reminder, and I was not sure how things would turn out.
I can never forget the day Mia set her feet in my house. It was the school preparatory break, just before the half-yearly examinations.
There was a knock at my door. Courtesy our previous night's chat, I knew who was on the other side. I opened the door with a polite smile.
Mia stood at the door, with her mom. She was wearing a pair of relaxed fit jeans and a bright pink polo neck t shirt. She did not look anything like she looked in school, and I wondered why she looked so different, so mellow. I realised, her previous extra curves were courtesy padded wired bras perhaps. I looked at this un-seductive avatar of Mia. She looked like a decent, studious girl, extremely concerned about her muddled up maths concepts. And the reason of her soft appearance stood right behind her.
'Hi sir! Meet my mom,' Mia introduced us, half-turning towards the lady behind her and smiling.
Mia's mom seemed to be in her forties. Wearing a green and yellow lower & t-shirt that covered her from neck to toe, she was slightly shorter than Mia.
'Hello ma'am, how are you?'
'I am fine, sir. Thank you,' she said politely and I gestured at them to come in.
It often made me wonder whether her mom would still call me sir if she knew what her daughter and I had been up to. Well, perks of the profession perhaps.
Mia's mom continued as they stepped in, 'Thank you, sir. Anaya is your fan. She always talks about you and praises you for the way you painstakingly clear her doubts.'
'Thank you for the appreciation,' I smiled benevolently, looking at Mia and nodding in acknowledgement.
I led them into the sitting area, which had four wooden chairs placed around a small wooden table. The house was not luxurious, but it had the basics in place. The living room was of a comfortable size for a bachelor. The cooler and water filter made life easier in the heat. One portion off the wall had a small shelf to be used as the cooking area, with some storage space carved around it. I had a gas connection and managed quite well with the few available utensils for cooking. On the left was a door which led to the small but comfortable bedroom with an attached toilet. The place was small, but presentable, and extremely convenient for me. Since I had to live alone, I did not mind it too much.
'Would you like to have some water?' I offered. Both of them politely declined.
I treated Mia's mom in a way that was sure to make her feel that her presence was a special privilege for me. I took special care of her comfort. After all, I did not want her judging me wrongly, albeit, in a way, I wasn't being right with her daughter.
'Sir, Mia is a very hard-working girl. Poor child is concerned about her marks in maths,' Mia's mother requested. 'I have seen her sweat it
out on her books, but somehow falls short. We are not maths experts and don't understand how best we can help her.' She looked at her hands and said hesitantly, '…If you could provide her regular tuitions, it would help her a lot.' She had spoken in fluent English and was hesitating to put forth the idea because parents knew it wasn't allowed, as per school management rules.
While she spoke, I figured she hailed from Sicily. I could hear the Sicilian accent quite clearly in her English. The gold she wore, her rings, and her clothes made it amply clear that she came from a well to do family.
'I would have been happy to teach Mia, ma'am. She is a brilliant student and can do much better with a little guidance,' I proclaimed like a saint who was starving himself for the welfare of life on earth. 'But school rules do not allow that. I hope you understand.' I did not even once look at Mia. I had my rules in place. I deliberately avoided giving her any attention.
Mia's mom nodded, understanding the arrangement. 'Sir, Mia told me she has some problem in understanding geometry. You know, half-yearly exams are scheduled for next week. It would be immense help if you could spend some time with her.' Mia's mom touched Mia's jeans-clad thighs in concern.
'Well, since you are already here, I think I could give a few hours today,' I said, and imagined myself growing like a hero in her mother's eyes.
'Thank you, sir. Thank you so very much for agreeing,'Mia's mother said and I could see Mia's ear to ear smile from the corner of my eye.
I waved the gratitude off with my hand and smiled.
'I have a previous engagement, so I will leave you two to study. I will return in two hours to pick her up,' she offered.
Two hours! Two hours! Two hours! She said it once, but I heard it thrice in my head. Two hours. I had already started reviewing Mia's thighs.
'Mom, isn't it really nice of sir to agree to help me! I want to make the most of this opportunity. I will give you a call when we are done.'Mia looked at her mother with innocent gratitude.
Her words added fuel to my desire. This girl was something else. If she could talk like that in front of her mother, I wasn't sure what was going to
happen in the two hours.
Mia's mom nodded in agreement and took her leave. When she turned to Mia to say goodbye, Mia was already unpacking her bag and pulling thick books out. The concerned mother left her little girl in my safety.
I shut the door behind her to face the quiet in the room. The silence was filled with an anticipation that had nothing to do with learning difficult mathematical concepts.
Keeping a check on my breathing and voice getting husky, I said, 'Let's see what problems you are facing.'
Mia took a deep long breath and said, 'Yeah sure.'
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