Discovering My Physics Teacher Part – 1

Discovering my physics teacher: part 1(introduction)

[I have tried to recreate events, localities but with same conversations. I have changed the name of the individual and places to protect the privacy]

A big thanks to iss for publishing my story.

Hello, readers. I’m Ajit (fake name) from Kolkata (the place is real). This is my first story on this website so please forgive my mistakes. Please feel free to write to me at my email: [email protected] . I had been following iss since class ten. Everything in this story is real except the names and places. Please cooperate with the length of the story. It will be a sequel story, so I’ll be publishing the rest part later after receiving suggestions from you. The first part may be boring and uninteresting, but the upcoming parts will be interesting, I can affirm you.

To describe me, I am an 18 years old boy from an educated business family living in Kolkata. Weight is on the heavier side, but not so heavy rather you may call chubby. Height is 5ft 6inches. Currently, I am preparing to give twelve standard exams in science stream. I am studying in a reputed school of Kolkata which is near to my house.

To describe the lady of my story, her name is sweeta, the lady physics teacher of our institution. She is married to an engineer who currently works in the gulf. The couple is issueless. Her stats are 36-28-38 which I came to know later.

This happened a few months back.

Our selection exam was near. Being a studious boy, I studied hard and expected a high rank in our class. But fate has its own destiny. The paper was extensively tough. I scored very less in the examination, passed by three marks only. As a result, I was scolded too much at home, at tuition. Even my grandparents scolded me and seized the phone so that I could concentrate on studies. Even my girlfriend was little angry at my marks. I was not allowed to watch television programs, online cinemas and all sorts of recreation means were closed. I was angry at all of them saying them to see the class performance. But they denied and said if I have studied more, I could get more marks. As a result, my concentration towards study drew less.

On the day of incident:

It was Friday. Over this, there was a heavy torrential downpour. Few days were left for Durga puja.

So class was remarkably empty. Only two were present.

The first two periods passed without much fuss. The third and fourth period was of sweeta mam’s class.

Since besides me, only one was present. Madam came telling us to open our copy. She would give problems to solve. But I was not in a mood to solve. After giving sums, she opened the textbook and sat looking at the book.

Seeing myself not in a mood to study, she questioned me in an angry tone, “Ajit, why are you not solving the problems?”

“not feeling well”, telling her I put my head down to avoid further questions.

“remember, you are in class twelve, this is not the time to drowse”, she hesitantly said.

“please! I am not feeling well.”

In the mean time, my friend solved 2 out of 5 problems and went to madam for some doubts.

“Ajit! Do those.”

“please!”

Then the sky broke on her. She started scolding me. I was thinking how to quietly pass those two periods.

Anyhow, those two periods passed with another round of abuses from ma’am. But I was determined I will not solve those.

In the second last period, sweeta madam sends a messenger to call me to the lab.

The conversation was like this. It happened in the physics lab. There was no teacher except her. They had gone to other classes. Even, no practical was going on. She was doing something on her phone.

Madam: I am sorry. I had scolded you too much.

Me: no. Ok. It was my fault. I should have done those.

In that time, one thing came in my mind. Sweeta madam has never scolded anyone like she did to me. She was a very kind teacher. For that she apologized to me likely.

Again

Madam: what had happened to you? You are not concentrating on classes since few days, I was noticing?

Me: nothing. Just as this.

Mam: no something is there. You are hiding from me. You can tell me.

Then I narrated the whole incidence. How I was treated from my family members, even from my girlfriend.

She insisted me to sit down.

I was literally very sad and was looking downwards.

“you are a studious boy. You could answer the question if you had known the basics.” she insisted.

I kept quiet.

She also remained silent. The bell rang. The silence was broken.

“if you could, come to me after school hours. I’ll let you know the basics of the chapter”

The last period ended. There were no tuitions after school that day. So I decided to go to the lab.

Still, other teachers were there. They inquired about my presence. Mam told she’ll teach me after school hours.

Time passed by. Most of the lights were closed except those near the desk. The sky was changing its colour from dark gray to faint red.

It was 5:30 pm.

We sat face to face. It was not the first time I was observing her closely. Draped in pink and white silk saree with pink blouses with a tranquilising faint red lipstick with eyeliner in the eyelids. She had a pair of the breast to die for and a nice ass. But she covered decently most of her body parts. My classmates had a huge crush on her, but I never see her in that way. She started to teach.

She was really an expert in physics lecture.

After finishing lecture on one chapter, she told, “that’s all for today.”

As I was about to leave, she asked if I could come on Saturday and Sunday to her house because for few days, the school will be closed because of puja. Without any bad intentions, I said yes.

Till then, I had no idea what was waiting for me.

Then, we exchanged the address and her number and we respectively left for home.

The next day was Saturday. She stays near our school only. I went to her apartment by cycle. She lives in a splendid 3 bhk flat.

She welcomed me with a smile on her face. I was told to wait till she baths herself because it was morning 11:00 am. I sat on the couch and was doing FB. She called my name.

“Ajit! Please bring me the churidar from the hanger outside!”

Like an obedient boy, I followed her orders. I pushed through her bedroom door to give the churidar. What I saw changed my mind towards her.

Wrapped in a short white towel over her breasts which hardly covered her fleshy white waxed thighs, she starred at me like I had done something wrong. I was wrong. She intended me to come to her bedroom where she would take her garments from me. But I entered.

“sorry, sorry!” saying this I left giving her churidar from the door.

The image of her wet hairs all over her face with deep cleavage and those thighs couldn’t come out of my mind. Although I had seen many naked in porn, but the real figure was something different. She was not that much beautiful, but for a boy who had never fucked nor touched any lady in a lustful way, that was completely different.

She had noticed that day that while she was teaching me, I was very much uncomfortable. But she ignored totally. She told me to come in the following days to finish at least some portions.

After I came home, I masturbated thinking of her body. I cummed so heavily that I could never explain that feeling. I felt guilty.

In the upcoming chapters/sequels, I’ll explain how I came closer to her and understand her feelings. Her husband was impotent but her in-laws thought she was not capable of pregnancy. She felt insecure because she was childless. That’s much for today.

Please inspire me to write continuations of this story. Please don’t ask for her number or images in the mail because I respect each other’s privacy. I had made another story which I’ll publish later on after completing this sequel story.

Feel free to write to me at my mail address: [email protected] . Suggestions to improve the upcoming sequels are warm-heartedly accepted.