Page 14 of Forbidden Pregnancy
Myra pushes the door open and walks into the school room wearing... a turtleneck. I struggle not to smirk. If she wants to prove to me that she doesn't give a shit about my comments from a couple days ago, she would dress normally, not exaggerate her efforts to hide her chest.
Not like Myra could hide her breasts if she tried. They're enormous. The kind of tits your dick could get lost in.
"Ready to learn today, Cosima?"
"Not really."
"What if we did ten minutes of watercolors at the end?" Myra suggests. "Would that make it better?"
Cosima pulls away from the hug, one hand still idly grasping Myra's skirt. Her attachment to Myra sends a little pulse of guilt through me. There's a little admiration for Myra too. I don't have the patience that she does for my sister's tantrums.
"Fifteen minutes might help," Cosima says after some consideration.
"Okay," Myra says, barely acknowledging my presence. "Can we make an official deal, then? You stay focused and no swearing throughout the whole lesson... then you get watercolors."
"Promise?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
I sit next to Cosima as Myra continues to ignore me and takes her seat. I can't stop staring at her, despite her clear efforts to take my gaze away from her. Was I too forward when I complimented her last week? I desperately wanted to see her in something low cut but Myra's teaching outfit today sparks my imagination far more.
She looks like a sexy librarian and what makes watching every bit of her jiggle in that outfit even better is knowing that she doesn't want me to see her. Or fantasize about her voluptuous body.
But she can't stop me from thinking about her.
Their lessons continue for another two hours before Cosima has to take a break to attend her riding lesson at the stable on dad's property from noon to 2:15 p.m.
I convinced our father eventually to allow Cosima the pleasure of riding. She always loved horses and giving her something with emotions to bond to will improve her character far more than spending all day with me. Her noon lesson also gives me the perfect opportunity to actually talk to Myra…
Maybe if I show her I’m not just a sadistic brute and I have a very real interest in Cosima’s continuing education, Myra will stop looking at me with nothing but the occasional disdain. If I’m going to be here throughout all of Cosima’s lessons… we might as well have fun.
Once Cosima says goodbye and leaves us alone, Myra glances up at me from her thick black binder.
“You can leave now, Michael, until the next lesson.”
Her voice is firm, yet grips me in place rather than compelling me to leave. She reminds me of my first grade teacher who inadvertently caused my first sexual awakening when she bent over to correct Luka Pullano’s spelling of the word ‘their’…
I remain still, eyes fixed on Myra’s tits.
“Why are you here, Michael?”
“Looking after my sister.”
“You don’t seem to enjoy these lessons and Cosima won’t settle down in your presence.”
“My father wants me to observe.”
“Grown man like you does everything his daddy wants?”
“Teasing me won’t piss me off. I doubt you could get under my skin if I tried.”
Myra’s eyes flicker with disappointment. She has pretty eyes that highlight her face’s heart-shape. Her body has curves in allthe right places and she has similar facial features to the actress Gabrielle Union.
“I’m not trying to get under your skin,” Myra says haughtily, clearly desperate to get the last word and some slight edge over me. “I’m trying to grade Cosima’s homework.”
“Grade away. I can be quiet.”
