Sexy High School Girls

Episode 2

Before The Class began

[RECAP: Millson Lamptey went on an internship programme in a remote village called Tutukpene. The Girls’ Prefect was getting very attracted to him]

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Millson couldn’t help but notice how Dzifa was staring at him in the classroom. That wasn’t his first time of seeing her. He recalled his first experience in the village and how he first met Dzifa.

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Life in Tutukpene was extremely
difficult, no electricity, no pipe borne water, no stable communi
cation network, poor School infrastructure, poor market facilities, poor road network , no Internet connectivity.

The village had no health centre but traditional birth attendants and herbalists. The thick forest surrounded the while village , as if it was an army, ready to advance on its settlers. He could see the girls carrying clay pots, going to the river side to fetch water, the boys carrying cutlasses and firewood, returning from their farms, the sounds of twigs heralding their return.

The vibrant economic activity in the village was yam farming. Most of the young ladies,however, helped their families on the farm or sold food in the community. Majority of them were baby mama’s. Schooling wasn’t really a priority to them.

Living in a cemented house in Tutukpene was seen as a privilege. Almost all the houses in the villages were made of mud or bamboo and roofed with thatch.

The buildings were laid out in circles ,like compound houses.

Village life was always communal.

As expected , the villagers slept on mats made with raffia, the luxury of owning a mattress was an unimaginable achievement.
In the nights, local lanterns were a common site plus the sight of naked children running here and there under the moonlit. Some of them seemed to have livedo reticularis.

The indigenes of the entire village live a carefree life. In the absence of farming , the young men play “Oware” or Draught and in the night , they play this hide-and- seek game locally called, “bebilobebi” in ewe Language. Some of this hide-and-seek games eventually ended with the young boys and girls having sex in isolated buildings or under the moonlit.

Millson remembered picking himself up from his mattress. He and his mates were some of the very few people living in a cemented house and sleeping on a mattress , a privilege given them by virtue of their educational status.

The villagers saw educated people as semi -gods and more important than the illiterates. Any matter that required formal knowledge was given to the village teachers to offer their much welcome opinions on them.

He decided to take a nap. He was tired from the long journey from Central Region to Tutukpene in Oti Region.
It was mid-day. A yakayake seller shouted to advertise her food, “Hot Yakayake, hot Yakayake, the delicious Hot Yakayake is here.”

Millson was woken from his afternoon nap by her melodious voice. Her shouting became more and more intense, “hot Yakayake, sweet Yakayake. ..!!.”

When the Yakayake seller drew closer to his house, the cause of atrraction shifted from her voice to the aroma of her food, the savory of scented stew and fried meat was irresistible.
He grabbed a plate and shouted, ” Yakayake seller, please come!!! She materialised into his compound.

Millson put on his sunshade and cap to reduce the quantum of UV rays entering his eyes. He knew that too much exposure to the sun’s ultraviolet (UV) rays can harm his eyes.

Millson didn’t wear them just for fashion. He knew extended exposure to the sun’s UV rays has been linked to significant eye problems,including cataracts,
macular degeneration,
pingueculae, pterygia and photo
keratitis.

What he didn’t realise was he was drawing attention to himself by wearing sunshades in a vicinity whose people rarely saw that.

When the seller came into his house ,his eyes got locked in contact with the young lady’s who was selling the Yakayake. He found it difficult to restrict himself from the luscious captivity that overwhelmed him .

The Yakayaka seller was beautiful beyond expression, he could hardly compose himself and it took him some few minutes to regain his composure. Her beauty was flawless beyond description.
She was as beautiful as an angel . Her corn-rolled hair was immaculately knitted on her scalp. She had a round hair and diamond-shaped face. The radiant smiled on her smooth brown skin perfectly fitted high cheek bones.

Her slightly arched chestnut brown eyebrows highlighted her emotions by moving up and down as she reacted to the world around her.

Her deep dove -like eyes, were like Indian ladys’. She seemed to have candy in her eyes.
Her curved nose gave her a little girlish look that made Millson want to smile when she talked. Her mouth was outlined by puffy lips. When she smiles, which is often, her well -formed white teeth brighten up her whole face, betraying her dimples which split her face
She was very curvaceous and her front elevation bounced with the rhythm of her pendulous breast.

As he kept gazing at her, she brought him out of his reverie by asking, “How much of Yakayake do you want?” In fluent English.

He stuttered.“ How much is one yakayake and the friend fish.
“1 Ghc for each of the Yakayake and 50 pesewas for one friend fish, “she responded in fluent English.

“Give me….. three “yakayakes”, and two friend fishes ” he said and paid her.

When she finished selling the “Yakayake” and fish , she asked him to help her lift the Aluminium basin
which contained the ‘Yakayake’ onto her head. He said, “may I have the privilege of knowing your name?”

Millson remembered she said, I’m called Dzifa Agbemabiase” and he complimented her beauty by saying
“Dzifa, that’s a beautiful name. Nice meeting you.”

He recalled stretching his hands to shake her. She shook his hand and said, ” nice meeting you too Mr. ….”

“Lamptey Millson,” he recalled filling in his name.

“Wow, nice name too”, she said, why are you in our village?
“I’m here to………”

“Yakayaka seller !!!,” somebody called her outside. She turned to leave. When she was leaving , he couldn’t help but followed the rhythmic movement of her buttocks as they jiggled up and down in series of beautiful bounces.

Before she made her final exit from his compound , she turned and their eyes met. Then they smiled at each other like teens gripped in some high school crush. He was hypnotised by the magic of her sheer beauty. Surely, she must have completed Senior High School because her English was impeccable and she looked mature.

When he was eating the food, the incidence was etched in his mind. She sounded quite educated and more dignified to be selling ‘yakayake.’

He couldn’t stop thinking of the incident. He knew he needed a friend to keep him company while he did his internship in that boring village and Dzifa just happened to fit into the picture perfectly.

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Millson remembered the next day, he reported officially to the school he was posted to to commerce his work as an intern.

The school girls were perambulating on the school compound. Surely, Tutukpene SHS abound in beauty resources
He was assigned to Miss Frema Rosemary, a teacher of Government in SSS 3. She was assigned to be his mentor. Under her , he would learn the rudiments of teaching.

He couldn’t ignore her marvelous pulchritude.

Beauty seemed to be her Birthright. She was of moderate height, full shaped , curved at the essential areas and had piercy sexy eyes that spoke more words than her mouth. Her lips were gorgeous. Intuitively, he knew all his internship in the remote village would be a difficult mountain for him to climb considering the bevy of beautiful ladies he had encountered in the school within a short space of time.