TEACHING PRACTICE NOVEL.
Part 8: The principal's daughter.
As the principal had told me earlier over the phone, we visited her daughter together. We used her personal car of course. Harrier to be precise. I wanted to use the back seat but she insisted on me sitting in front with her so as we can talk as we go. I didn't know why but that was it. We sat together and I became a co driver.
The principal was modestly dressed. What I didn't know was that her dress was self adjusting. Any movement in her body pulled it up. At first she pretended to pull it down but this could not continue for a long time. Her vehicle was manual meaning she had to keep on changing gears. This made it worse, in her operation of the gear lever she occasionally pulled her dress up exposing her thighs. What a hell is this? I wondered. It reached a point where her lower anatomy was literally visible to me. Thank God the windows were tinted. Nobody else saw what I was seeing. As if that was not enough she requested me to pick her phone that had just fallen near the break pedal. Of course am a man and we always aim for the highest, as I was picking the phone I was tempted to look beyond the thighs. Saitan. This is the worst temptation, madam shifted her left leg towards the clutch, this gave me a clear view of her eskanunu. As if she sensed it and wanting to provoke me more she moved alittle bit forward increasing the field of view. Waa these women are witches. Madam was wearing a red thong. For those of you who don't know a thong please it's a catapult like pantie. My mind moved quickly but I managed to control myself. After regaining my position madam looked at me and smiled. From the smile I knew that everything that happened was intentional.
Lucky enough we arrived at the school without doing anything weird. Remember am a prayer coordinator, an Adventist man. The principal called her daughter whom I was introduced too. The girl looked more or less of 17years. She was in form three. Adolescent was at it's peak in her. The progesterone and oestrogen were doing their work. I mean the girls feminine features were at their peak of formation. Her beauty activated my hyena mode. After a short talk, we agreed on how to be doing the remedial lessons and we were set to leave. The principal wanted us to leave her in school but Sandra (the principal's daughter) insisted that we come back with her. Madam tried to pursuade her in vain so we Carried her along. This was both to my advantage and disadvantage. The advantage was that the principal won't tempt me again and the disadvantage is that I still wanted to see what I saw which won't be possible with Sandra around. Because of the nature of Madam's dress, I was forced to drive back.
We arrived in school at Cardinal Otunga at six and since it was a Saturday, the girls were having entertainment. I parked the vehicle and I was about to leave when Sandra called me back " Mwalimu tunaanza leo kusoma" she implored. Huyu mtoto anataka nini? We had agreed to start learning the following weekend but she had a sudden change of mind. I agreed. Her mother set the table for the study, as she was doing this her phone rang. The expression on her face after receiving the call indicated an emergency. She told me that her mother was hospitalized and therefore she has to rush there. She also told me to be free and not to leave before she comes back. Hehe maajabu kuwacha fisi amlinde mbuzi.
The moment the principal stepped out of the house, Sandra came out of her room and told me point blank, "Mwalimu imenipendeza, na ninakutaka. Nataka uwe chali yangu and to drive her point home she went out to confirm if in deed the mother had left. When she came back she locked the door behind her, dropped the kikoi she was covering herself with and there she was semi nude. Mwalimu unanionaje? She asked without any iota of fear. I remained silent. Speechless. She came close to me held my hand and led me towards her bedroom. I tr
As the principal had told me earlier over the phone, we visited her daughter together. We used her personal car of course. Harrier to be precise. I wanted to use the back seat but she insisted on me sitting in front with her so as we can talk as we go. I didn't know why but that was it. We sat together and I became a co driver.
The principal was modestly dressed. What I didn't know was that her dress was self adjusting. Any movement in her body pulled it up. At first she pretended to pull it down but this could not continue for a long time. Her vehicle was manual meaning she had to keep on changing gears. This made it worse, in her operation of the gear lever she occasionally pulled her dress up exposing her thighs. What a hell is this? I wondered. It reached a point where her lower anatomy was literally visible to me. Thank God the windows were tinted. Nobody else saw what I was seeing. As if that was not enough she requested me to pick her phone that had just fallen near the break pedal. Of course am a man and we always aim for the highest, as I was picking the phone I was tempted to look beyond the thighs. Saitan. This is the worst temptation, madam shifted her left leg towards the clutch, this gave me a clear view of her eskanunu. As if she sensed it and wanting to provoke me more she moved alittle bit forward increasing the field of view. Waa these women are witches. Madam was wearing a red thong. For those of you who don't know a thong please it's a catapult like pantie. My mind moved quickly but I managed to control myself. After regaining my position madam looked at me and smiled. From the smile I knew that everything that happened was intentional.
Lucky enough we arrived at the school without doing anything weird. Remember am a prayer coordinator, an Adventist man. The principal called her daughter whom I was introduced too. The girl looked more or less of 17years. She was in form three. Adolescent was at it's peak in her. The progesterone and oestrogen were doing their work. I mean the girls feminine features were at their peak of formation. Her beauty activated my hyena mode. After a short talk, we agreed on how to be doing the remedial lessons and we were set to leave. The principal wanted us to leave her in school but Sandra (the principal's daughter) insisted that we come back with her. Madam tried to pursuade her in vain so we Carried her along. This was both to my advantage and disadvantage. The advantage was that the principal won't tempt me again and the disadvantage is that I still wanted to see what I saw which won't be possible with Sandra around. Because of the nature of Madam's dress, I was forced to drive back.
We arrived in school at Cardinal Otunga at six and since it was a Saturday, the girls were having entertainment. I parked the vehicle and I was about to leave when Sandra called me back " Mwalimu tunaanza leo kusoma" she implored. Huyu mtoto anataka nini? We had agreed to start learning the following weekend but she had a sudden change of mind. I agreed. Her mother set the table for the study, as she was doing this her phone rang. The expression on her face after receiving the call indicated an emergency. She told me that her mother was hospitalized and therefore she has to rush there. She also told me to be free and not to leave before she comes back. Hehe maajabu kuwacha fisi amlinde mbuzi.
The moment the principal stepped out of the house, Sandra came out of her room and told me point blank, "Mwalimu imenipendeza, na ninakutaka. Nataka uwe chali yangu and to drive her point home she went out to confirm if in deed the mother had left. When she came back she locked the door behind her, dropped the kikoi she was covering herself with and there she was semi nude. Mwalimu unanionaje? She asked without any iota of fear. I remained silent. Speechless. She came close to me held my hand and led me towards her bedroom. I tr
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