Sexy High School Girls

Episode 6

Student Seductresses

[RECAP: Mr.Millson Lamptey asked Dzifa what was worrying her but she refused to open up to him.She later seeked counsel from Emefa but was advised to stop crushing on her teacher. Dzifa’s dream about Mr. Millson was interrupted by her father and she was annoyed with her father secretly.]

[ Millson’s Narration ]

My stay in Tutukpene Senior High School have been peaceful so far except for one thing. The incessant sexual harassment and promiscuity among the female students in the school.

A student had been sending me anonymous letters frequently. She had sent me about three letters already.
Who might be doing that? I was close to almost all the students in the school but Dzifa seemed to be the closest.

I strongly suspected it would be her, but why will she be writing anonymous letters to me when she could just tell me what she felt. Well, I didn’t no.Maybe the ” D” could just be a coincidence and the person may not be Dzifa as I was suspecting . It may be another person. But Dzifa had been behaving weirdly recently , as if something was eating her up.

The last time she stopped me when I was going home only to say she like me and my lessons. Could all those things be charades?

Maybe it was just a figment of my own imagination.

I knew I had to be careful when trying to find out the one who had been sending me the anonymous letters. As I said earlier, my instinct told me it was Dzifa.

But this case was not an isolated case. At a time when irresponsible teachers including some school heads had turned their female students into sex machines, some students, of course, the bad ones had also made life very uncomfor
table for the teachers in and outside the classroom.

It was a common phenomenon that was fast becoming a norm in most senior high schools in Ghana. Adolescents aged between the age group of 15 and 17 tried to express their adolescence by engaging in sexual relationships. They indulged in lesbianism and some also dated their schoolmates outside the school.

Personally, I knew how adolescents behave so I was not so much perturbed about their irresponsible behaviours but my concern was about some of my mates who had began dating the female students. Some of the daring adolescent girls were seen in the company of fully matured male teachers too ,
hugging and touching each other sexually.

It was a common sight in most of our Senior High schools to see some unscrupulous teachers dating and lusting after equally bad and lascivious female students.

The question I kept asking himself was, “How can we learn from these teachers who are morally handicapped or is it only the pedagogical skills that we are supposed to learn from them?”

I stayed close to the P.E teacher’s bangalow. Most often, I saw students who deliberately wore skimpy dresses to visit him during weekends for reasons best known to them.

I remembered I once asked a student why she was wearing a seductive dress to her teacher who doubled as her godfather’s house to study and she told him all her dresses are like that and she wears them with no bad intentions.
I needn’t stay in Tutukpene SHS for 10 years before I realised most of the girls in the school were sexually active and were either dating boys outside the school or some male teachers in the school.

They sat half-naked in class with their thighs widely opened when teachers were teaching. Some even expose their breast on purpose to distract teachers. Series of advice given to them to desist from such inappropriate behaviour fell on deaf ears.
I remembered a scenario in which a female student came to me after school closed. She began asking unnecessary questions on topics she claimed she didn’t understand and while I was trying frantically to re-explain the concepts to her ,
she intentionally unzipped her school uniform to reveal her sensual well rounded breasts and at the same time open her thigh wide to reveal her new transparent pink pant which did little to hide her female organ.

Without uttering a word, I picked my bag and left, leaving the lascivious student surprised.

To her, no male teacher could resist an attractive teenager like her.

I told my Government Head of Department about the issue only to be told that that was how the girls always behave anytime a young and handsome hard-working teacher or intern was posted to the school. They even tried to convince me that their behaviour was a normal expression of adolescence by Quoting, “when you go to Rome, do what the romans do.

I personally took exception to that norm. There was another intern that also looked resolute with his moral principles, his name was Kwame Ankrah.
I remembered one time , I was on duty with Kwame and we tried to supervise the girls so that they keep their dormitories tidy. Before we realised, some of the shameless girls who have gone beyond all form of ethical restrictions
undressed in their domitories and walked naked right before our very eyes, giggling.

At first , we thought it was a dream before reality dawn on us that these girls just wanted to tantalize us with their gorgeous bodies and trigger our sexual feelings.

I later learnt that even among the girl’s circle,they acknowledged Crystalene possessed the most beautiful body of all and her charming body had caused the downfall of many men,including some teachers.

In general, those girls had the potentials to pull even a Roman Catholic Bishop down. I could see my friend kwame slowly becoming
disoriented with Crystalene’s sexy body.

The rthymic bouncing of their full well chiselled breast cupped with black t–s, and the smoothness of their adolescent skins, being made more magnetized by their voluptuous figures with a tuft of hair at their private parts, was the very definition of their womanity.
It wasn’t long before my colleagues were trapped in the web of their feminine charm.
As anticipated, some of my mates began copying the maladjusted lifestyles of the unscrupulous teachers on campus. They did not only enjoy the company of the female students on the face value but also engaged in hot sizzling romantic activities with them.

I visited my mate Laurence one early friday morning at his apartment only to see a female student with him. It was obvious to me she ran away from campus under the cover of darkness to have “fun” with him the whole night.
I decided not to question Laurence about the female student because it was pretty obvious to me that Laurence had been sleeping with her for quite some time now.

I told Laurence I will come back. Then I left. Actually , I wanted to take the textbook Laurence had borrowed from me two days ago.

Then an idea occurred to me.
I diverted my course towards Kwame’s apartment to collect another textbook and prepare for the day’s lesson.

When I approached his compound,
I couldn’t help but listen to the ecstasic noises emanating from his room, followed by happy cries and moans,”Plea…s…..sss, Sir,take your time,Ehh, ahhhh, ummmmm, sir ……rock me harder, oh God,I’m cummin.’
My heart skipped a bit. I hoped what I was thinking was not happening there. I quickly entered the house,knocked on the door but realised it wasn’t locked. I pushed the door silently. The voice of the female moaning inside the room was familiar to him, no doubt about that.

I opened the door silently.What met my eyes was amazing, so chilling and so real to be true. It was a shocker that almost made me faint. I saw Kwame in a missionary position with Crystalene, the queen of curves,the assistant girls’ school prefect both stark naked as the former rode the latter to heavenly joy, their moans becoming mistakenly uncontrolla
ble.

My presence in the room broke their connection like a baby’s umbilical cord severed from the mother.

They gazed at me in shock and shame, as they began to adjust to the sudden break of the hot intimacy they had experienced a few minutes ago.

“I’m sorry Millson,this girl is too….”
I didn’t wait for him to finish his naughty explanation. Without uttering a word, I turned back quickly and left.

It was these bizarre discoveries that made me distant myself from my ill-mannered collegues with the intention of living the life of a hermit, in order not to be influenced by my colleagues immoral lifestyle. Deep within me, I doubt if I could maintain my moral compass for long in an environment full of moral contamination.

When I entered my classroom after break and sat down on my desk, I took my text book and a white envelope fell from inside it. It was addressed to me.

Again, the sender’s name wasn’t fully written on the envelope. I got curious and tore the envelope, to reveal another love letter , nicely written in neat handwriting, the writing pad had designs embla
zoned at its edges. It reads;
Please reply A.S.A.Pand place it on your table.

My Dear Millson,
Apple of my Heart

There is nothing so sweet and palatable that has happened to me except you.

There is nothing so pleasant, nothing so soul satisfying and nothing so caring and loving like you
I know you will not believe my words but sweetheart, let’s forget about jokes
You really mean the world to me
Both day and night, I always thank my stars for setting my eyes on a loving and romantic person like you
I kept wondering how my life would have been if I have not seen you.

I wouldn’t have known the true meaning of love
My life would have been disorganised and bitter if you were not to appear in my life
Like the sunshine that came to drive away the cloud of darkness

That’s why I want you to make this wonderful and sweet experience a reality.

Anytime, you come to my mind,
All my problems are solved immediately
Even if I am hungry , I become satisfied Immediately by the mere mention of your name or just by hearing your voice
How I wish I could fly and perch in your arms
So that we can stay together forever
Both on earth here and life hereafter.

You see, I just want you to know my love for you is beyond comparison and I would do everything possible to prove my love for you forever
Be assured of my everlasting love
Your admirer.

E…….

I opened another part of the text book and there was another love letter that ended with ” you are the core of my heart. The sender only put her name as L……..•
Then another letter fell from another page, and loo and behold, another one fell. At the end I got about six different love letters from six female students.
I left for my house to relax.On my doorstep, you won’t believe it, there was yet another letter and that one bore the familiar letter ” D”