This story is totally fictitious. All characters and events are pure fantasy. The idea of this story came about after an exercise in 'creative writing' with a class of college students. They were each asked to submit a short story about 'romance' and I was to then take interesting parts from many and they were to try and come up with a compete story idea. As things turned out their stories were rather simplistic, so we had nothing to work with. Last weekend a few of the more 'adventurous' students visited and told me about a few ideas they had, and wanted me to try and write a story along those lines. This story is the result, and I hope you enjoy it.
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As a foreigner, trying to get Japanese students to speak English in class, it can be a very hard and aggravating job at times, but one that you have to persevere with if you are to succeed. There are many things we try from telling jokes, to letting them watch a DVD on the pretence of improving their listening skills. But one way that came across without warning was when chatting to one of my students on an Internet chat program.
As she seemed to be quite good with English when she typed, and certainly seemed to understand my comments and she replied fast, I began a conversation with her about what she had done during the last holiday period. I was surprised at first in the way she just 'blurted out' about how she had worked in a massage establishment.
"But I only worked on the door and let people come in and say hello to them, I did not do any massage!" she stated when I quizzed her more about her part-time job.
We talked some more, and as she spoke freely about such things as massages, I also let my guard down and said some things that maybe I should not have said to one of my students, even though she was about 21 or 22 years old. In class the next day nothing seemed out of place and I was not even sure which girl it had been as I was very new there, and with so many students, it was hard to remember one face and which name it belonged to. It was not until the end of the lesson that I discovered that she was actually in my class in the next room.
"Hello Teacher, I'm Tracey!" she spoke as I left my class.
I was in a bit of a hurry to go home, but as she was kind enough to come and talk, I thought it best that I stay, even if it meant missing my bus. We spoke for a time and her two friends just stood and listened. As I was about to leave Tracy asked if I wanted to go with them to a local lake to look around the following Saturday. I had no plans as my wife was still in another part of the country, as she had work commitments to complete, and she would not join me for a few more months.
"Yeah, sure Tracy, it would be nice to go with you and look around!" I replied.
The next day she was online again and she asked if I had meant it when I said I would go, and after telling her I would, I asked who else was going. I was sure that it would be just some of the girls, as most of the time the boys will not go anywhere that they can be seen with the girls, unless they are boy and girlfriends. She surprised me when she said it was just to be her and John, another student from the class, and I then regretted saying yes. Why did I regret it? Because I was sure it would be boring as they would just be talking to each other in their native tongue and I would be along as the 'token' offering for them to show they have a foreign friend. I was wrong.
Tracy met me at the gate to the school I was living at as had been arranged, but there was no other person with her. I was not totally shocked that she was alone because my wife, who was also Japanese, had said sometimes college girls get a crush on their foreign teacher and will do anything to be alone with them and try to see how much they can do or get away with. She had even told me of times when some, not many but a few, would even just pretend to be nice and then later demand money or else they would say they were raped.
I was about to ask where 'John' was, but before I could, she called him on her phone and then explained that he was waiting at the lake. I felt a little better, but still expected the worst, until we walked around the corner and she waved to another girl, and then said it was a friend of hers (Nancy) who would join us for the day. I felt a little better. We caught the bus and when we arrived at the lake we found John waiting for us, and I knew I had been worried over nothing.
We walked around and looked at the sights and when it was time we went to a restaurant and had some lunch. Nancy was very quiet and hardly spoke a word, but when I asked her if she was shy, scared or did not understand me, she explained that she was not feeling well due to 'women's problems', and after making her apologies she went home. The three of us then went into town and looked around for a few hours, and when I asked what they were going to do, they said they would just 'hang out' as it was too far to go home, and they had plans of going to a bar that night for a few drinks.
I suggested they could come back to my school where I lived (I work in two places and live at the opposite one to where they study), and we could talk some more or they could watch TV while I surfed the net. They agreed and said it would be better if they could come with me, as they needed to rest. As most young people, they did not want to go to the bar too early, so they asked if I would join them for supper nearby. I asked them to take me to a local restaurant, as I wanted to see what foods they had, and as I did not speak the language, it would be nice if they helped me.
After a nice meal and some small talk, we returned across the street to my place so they could wait until another friend called them and was in town. Half an hour later Tracy had a call from her friend Sofia, and after going to the gate they both returned to say goodbye, and collect John and leave. We chatted for a few minutes and just as they were about to leave the skies opened and the rain came pouring down. As it was an unexpected storm, no one had an umbrella, so they waited for it to cease.
For the next few hours the rain kept raging down, and by the time it did ease, and they were prepared to make a dash for the bus, it was too late as the school gates were already locked and the guards had gone home. They were locked in the school. It was lucky I had a two-bedroom apartment, and there was a double bed in one, and two singles in the other.
They resigned themselves to being stuck with their 'old' teacher for the night, but soon they relaxed and were talking rather freely, although they did revert to their own language a few times when they wanted to talk about me. I made a joke about how one of the girls would have to sleep with me, as I was not going to sleep with a boy, and they laughed.
"But Sofia and I are lesbians, we want to sleep together!" Tracy joked.
"Hey, I am not Gay, I'm not going to sleep with him!" I laughed back at her.
It seemed that the 'ice' had been broken, and the barriers between teacher and students had come tumbling down. From that comment they began to talk about many things and soon even sex was no longer a taboo subject. Well, that is for all but Sofia, who did not seem to understand what we spoke about, and the others had to translate for her. I noticed though that when sex and 'dirty' things were mentioned, she seemed to understand quite well.
The 'teasing and stirring' seemed to become more frequent, and 'normal' talk seemed to wane. Soon they were talking freely about sex, and also asking me about western culture regarding sex amongst young people. I slowly began to open up and speak more, trying to be open and honest about things. Soon we were chatting about all things relating to sex when the boy asked me if I take any pics of girls with their clothes off. He had obviously seen the pic of my wife on my screen when I had turned the computer on earlier, and had finally decided to ask about it.
