I am Chait and I was studying in a degree college. My physiology lecturer, Lavanya mam is beautiful even after she is mother of a baby. However, she is slightly dark which is the average Indian colour. But she is very attractive and graceful when teaching. Particularly, she is not subject boring mam.
Lavanya mam also teaches other things. Among those she gives a lot of exercise tips. She herself has a good strong physique. She is tall. We used to be surprised when she used to carry her heavy lab instruments all by herself from one floor to another floor without even sweating.
Whenever she is teaching, I am lost sometimes. Many times, I was caught not answering her questions while other students answered easily. The main reason is they are seriously listening to her while I lost attention and watched her physique.
One day I am browsing my phone about heroines when my parents are not watching me. This may be surprizing for foreigners but in India, even at my age of 19 years, I am still a kid to my parents. I saw information like this heroine is 5 feet 5 inches, that heroine is 6 feet 1 inch, etc. I also saw information like 32-26-33 but did not understand what those numbers mean. This is because I come from a typical Indian middle-class family where we are pressured to study, study all the time.
One day I went to class early. Nobody came. I am looking through the class window when my mam passed by my class to her staff room. She came back and stopped at my class door. I stood up and wished her good morning mam. She came to me and asked what I am seeing. I said nothing mam. She said I must not be absent minded in the class. I said sorry mam.
She smiled, held my cheeks affectionately and told me that studies are important. She turned and left and in the process her hip touched me, and it felt nice. I said "mam" and stopped. She said, "yes Chait?" I don't know what to say. I covered my feeling by asking "can I ask if I have any doubts mam?" She said "sure" and left with a smiling face.
Slowly I started talking with her and losing my shyness. She likes my fair, chubby cheeks. It may be because she is somewhat dark colour. When I frequently started asking her doubts, she cannot resist pressing my cheeks. I loved the way she holds my cheeks. One day I asked her "what 32-26-33 mean?" She gave a loud laugh and asked me where I read it. I said heroines' websites.
She said they are the measurements of bust - waist - hips in women. She said they indicate health indirectly. I asked her if I have good measurements? She laughed and said I am very thin but that is not a problem because I have a beautiful innocent face and nice cheeks. I blushed.
Soon I started going to college early just to spend time with her alone. I asked her lot of things and she answered happily. One day I took courage and asked her what are her measurements? She laughed. She joked that I am kid of her shoulder height and will know such things when I grow up. I felt offended and left seriously though she called me come back.
After that, I stopped talking to her. She tried to talk but I simply said yes mam and no more smile on my face. Whenever she came in my favourite sari or other favourite dress also, I controlled not seeing her. She checked to see if I am looking but seeing my hostility, she doesn't know what to say. I liked the way she felt uncomfortable.
One day I came early but not for my mam. That day my mam came early too and came straight to my bench. Since nobody else is there, I did not stand up to wish her good morning. She shouted Chait but I simply stood up silent. She controlled her frustration and said, "sorry Chait for that day I called you my shoulder height". I said, "why sorry mam, what you said is true, I am short, I am thin...". She interrupted to cool me. She said, "so what Chaitu, you are fairer than me. More than that I like your innocence" and about to hold my cheeks but I moved away.
She smiled and tried to catch my cheeks again. I am still not in good mood and tried to avoid her hand. Suddenly she took hold of my hand and pulled me towards her. She is so strong. I cannot escape. She smiled at my struggle and holding both my cheeks with both her hands she said, "you are my favourite dear" and kissed my cheeks. I am turned on. I said sorry mam and hugged her by her hips.
