Would It Help You Concentrate?

“You’re early today.” A tall and slim figure said as Kyle pushed in through the institute’s glass door.

He forced a smile and scratched his head. “Mid-term exams begin tomorrow and I haven’t prepared a thing. You don’t mind if I study here, do you, Ms. Lee?”

“Of course I don’t, Kyle.” Ms. Lee stood up and guided the junior to one of many classrooms. She clicked on the light and turned on the air conditioning. “Just shout if you need anything.”

“Thanks, I will.”

The teacher gave one last smile before she went out. Her sweet perfume lingered for a while, but soon diminished to nothing.

Ms. Lee was Kyle’s dream girl. Her straight blonde hair and set of blue eyes fueled the adolescent’s burning heart. Her firm breasts, ample enough to grab, were always on the poor soul’s mind. Her thin waist and tight jeans accompanied the boy to sleep every night. The feelings he received from her presence could only be paralleled to Moses’, when he stood before God’s.

“Ms. Lee!” Kyle shouted only seconds after the door closed shut. He had to have the sweet angel next to him.

Impossibly long seconds ticked before the wretched barrier between him and his angel broke. “Yes?” Sweet fragrance filled the air.

Kyle gulped and pointed at his math textbook. “I was wondering if you could, you know, help me out with some problems.”

“Sure.” The wingless angel shortened the gap and sat next to Kyle. “Which one?”

The room seemed to be the center of a frying pan. Sweat squeezed through their pores and soaked Kyle’s clothes. Air conditioning was useless.

Kyle carefully let his eyes fall from the pages and onto the angel’s chest. The gentle curves looked so peaceful that Kyle wanted to disrupt it into tsunami waves, and a simple throw of stones could not do that.

A slam on the table jerked Kyle’s gaze. “Kyle, concentrate! I thought your exams begin tomorrow.”

“Yeah, they do.”

“Are my breasts preventing you from concentrating?”

“Yeah.” He said, and then realized what the question was. “No, I meant –“

“Would you concentrate if I let you touch them just this once?”

Kyle couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His math teacher was offering him to touch her beautiful hills. It had to be a joke. “OK. I’m sorry for staring at your chest.”

Ms. Lee turned her body towards the confused boy and pushed her chest out. “No, really. Go ahead. If it’s going to help you concentrate, I’m OK about it.”

Kyle did not know whether if he was happy or sad, excited or worried, cold or hot, and many more. The last thing and the first the he wanted to think about were Ms. Lee’s gorgeous breasts. The tight clothing made the breasts rounder than they actually were. Kyle could almost imagine putting a glass cup over them, only to have the breasts fit perfectly in, never mind cupped hands. His head started to ache and he could hear his own heart thumping. The small buzzing of the useless air conditioner seemed so far away. Kyle’s eyes were caught by the angel’s breasts; closing or turning his eyes were not an option. Then, something weird happened. Kyle’s vision darkened and soon, Kyle was blind.

“I’m blind!” He screamed. His arm shot out for his eyes.

“The light’s out!” Ms. Lee shouted. Kyle felt her hand on his arm. “Calm down.”

There could not have been a greater fool. Too much cartoons, he thought. “Why is the lights out?”

Kyle heard chairs and tables scrape against the floor, then several clicks. “I don’t know. There must be a problem with the building’s generator.”

“Great! How am I supposed to study when I can’t see a thing?” Kyle said. He was angry for to reasons. First, he was blinded when the angel was right in front of him. Second, his chance to grasp her breasts were now gone.

“We’re not the only ones that can’t see.” Ms. Lee said in the dark. Her hills cluttered its way to Kyle. She was right in front of him; he could feel her breath on his neck. “The CCTV’s can’t see a thing, too.”

Warm arms wrapped around Kyle’s neck, followed by lips smeared by lipsticks. Kyle was pushed backwards into the wall. Chairs and tables created awful noise as they fell; it was heaven in hell. A tongue barged its way in through Kyle’s lips, and the two were soon in an embrace.

Kyle resisted for a short moment, but his instincts kicked in. He moved his arms down to his teacher’s carved waist. When he had a firm grip, he pulled her towards him and he himself moved out of the way; ending up with Ms. Lee against the wall. The space between the two was minimal. Kyle breathed heavily from excitement; the air conditioning has turned into a heater. Leaning in, Kyle kissed the neck of the angel and made his way up to her lips. An almost inaudible moan escaped Ms. Lee’s throat. Her embrace tightened and she wrapped both of her legs around Kyle’s waist.

“Jesus Christ!” Kyle shouted, as his legs crumbled beneath him. Though fit, Kyle was far from strong. He was unable to support the beauty even with the help of a wall.

The boy was now kneeling, with the teacher wrapped around his waist. It wasn’t that bad of a position. He now didn’t have to hold Ms. Lee up with his hands. And before Kyle could do anything, Ms. Lee took hold of his hands and rubbed her breasts with them.

At this point, Kyle lost all of his human sense. He grabbed onto the teacher’s shirt and tore them with one pull, exposing white under garments. Kyle couldn’t take it anymore, he fumbled his shirt, wanting to take it off, rip it off.

“I’ll do it. Lie down.” Ms. Lee said. She truly was an angel.

As Kyle was laying himself down, the angel pushed him, hard. The boy fell backwards, crashing his against the cement floor. All lights went out.

A slam on the table awoke Kyle. “Kyle, concentrate! I thought your exams begin tomorrow.”

Kyle blinked. The lights were on. Ms. Lee and the boy were sitting in front of a math textbook. Kyle sat straight and looked around the room. No fallen tables or chairs. A hoarse laugh escaped his throat. Was too good to be true.

“You okay, Kyle?” Ms. Lee asked.

“Ms. Lee, have you ever had a dream where you woke up just before doing something you’ve always wanted to do?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, I just had one of those dreams.” Kyle scratched his head. He was beyond disappointed.

The teacher smiled and nodded in agreement. “What were you about to do?”

Kyle hesitated, but the image of Ms. Lee pushing out her chest so dauntlessly remained in his head. He laughed nervously and said, “You’re not going to believe this, but I think I was about to sleep with you.”

“Kyle!” She gasped. Then, she said something that made Kyle doubt reality. Ms. Lee lowered her head and looked up at Kyle. “Would it help you concentrate?”

The End