The Teacher with the big Breasts

In my new school, there was this young female teacher whom everybody loved to hate. I bet she was disliked mainly because she was a pretty woman. Tall, skinny, fair-skinned and big-breasted, she was the envy of the rest of the teachers who were mostly females. Perhaps it was the breasts that they hated the most. After all, those were the most visible part of the young teacher. Indeed, it was almost impossible to ignore those breasts; voluptuous as they were. I remember how my mates I fixated on them every morning as she taught us in class. Even as she would often back us to write on the blackboard, we always anticipated the moment she turned around to face us so that we could feast our eyes. There was just something magnetic about those breasts of hers. And whatever it was, I loved it.

But while my mates and I were always quite entrailed by the teacher’s breasts, some others weren’t quite as impressed. As a matter of fact, they were angered and and embittered. And so it happened that it their dislike for my teacher soon led them to spreading malicious rumour about her. They said she was a loose woman, “loose” of course meaning that she allegedly slept around with men. The rumour particularly claimed that she was fucking all the married male teachers in the school. This rumour spread quickly, even as most students began to hate the teacher as well. They believed she must indeed be loose. It was the only way they could explain her big breasts…

I soon joined everyone else to loathe my teacher because it felt like the normal thing to do. I despised her, and at some point had even helped to spread the rumour. I did all that even though deep down within me I knew the teacher was a good person. Yet, the rumours were quite intense; strong enough to impress my young mind and determining exactly how I perceived the woman. I wish I had known better…

[Culled from my manuscript Shame and Forlorn Gaze]

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