After School Lessons

Tibxo

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Join Maid of Marvels, myself and selected players on a journey of sexual discovery between a naive eighteen year old and his forty-two year old Indian tutor.

This is a closed thread. Comments and critiques are welcome by PM.

Enjoy!
 
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Johnny Baker

Johnny sits there happily nibbling at his crisps watching an old re-run of 'Mission Impossible'. It's just getting to the good part (though he thinks all of the programme is good) when his mother pokes her head in.

"Aren't you mean't to be going?" she asks.

"In a minute, mom. I'm just watching the end of this." The boy replies.

"Don't give me that 'in a minute mom' with me. Mrs Chowdry has very kindly offered to give you extra tuition to help you with your grades and you told her that you will there at eight. It's almost that now." she retorts.

"You better go, son." his father says who has been watching the programme with me.

Knowing that he will not win the argument, plus miss the end of MI whatever happens, he sighs and get up. Grabbing his books and jacket, he leaves the house and makes his way to where the Mrs Chowdry, a teacher from his school, lives while shaking his head and cursing his mother for treating him like an 8-year old...
 
Johnny

It takes him a good half an hour to reach Chowdry's house. Ringing her door bell, he patiently waits until the front door opens.

One look at her face tells him that she is not happy.

Fuck! This is all I need!

"You are late, young man. It is almost 8.30." she says with that curious Indian accent, pointing to her watch.

"Sorry, Miss." He says, head down. A condition that everyone adopted at school when speaking to her.

"Well you better come in then." she says as she starts walking back into the house.

As the boy starts to follow, she shouts behind her "and don't forget to close the front door."...
 
The boy is a half hour late...

Anju Chowdry looked pointedly at her watch as she let her student in. "Don't forget to close the front door," she called out as she walked toward her office listening for it to close. "This way."

"Sit. There." She indicated a table that was set up for the students she tutored throughout the school year and during the summer. Sitting on the edge of her desk as Johnny placed his notebook and text on the table, Anju glanced at her watch again. "You are late. I will tell you this once and only once. My time is precious. You will not waste it by arriving late. Likewise, I will not waste my time on someone who does not come prepared to work hard at his lessons. If you are serious about attending University, then you will abide by these simple rules and we will get along quite well. If you have any doubts, leave now and don't come back."

The boy turned a bright shade of red and blurted out, "No, Miss. I want to do this. Honest. The time just got away from me. It won't happen again. Really."

"Well. See that it does not. Now open your text to Chapter One and begin to read."

The night was hot and humid and Anju could feel the white silk of her blouse beginning to cling. She fluttered the bodice, trying to create a draft against her skin. A cool shower when the boy leaves, she thought to herself. Yes.

Looking up, she noticed Johnny staring, his face still flushed from earlier it seemed. "Yes? Have you finished the chapter already?"

He shook his head back and forth and whispered a quiet "No, Miss. I was just... No, I haven't finished."

"Well, let's see what you have read so far," Anju said, slipping into the chair beside him. Johnny flinched when his tutor's arm brushed against his, not meeting her eye when she looked at him curiously. Boys, she thought to herself as they began to go over the first lesson.
 
Johnny

No! way! Not that paki!

However, the hormones start to take over and he finds himself looking at her body, trying to imagine what it looks like under her clothes.

"Yes? Have you finished the chapter already?" He realises that she is talking to him.

Shit! She's saw me looking at her!

"No, Miss. I was just... No, I haven't finished." He whispers quietly, his face glowing with embarrassment.

"Well, lets see what you have read so far." He watches her get up and come over, her heavy breasts moving within her blouse.

Fuck! She really has big tits! He thinks to himself as she moves to sit next to him. Gulping, he finds himself getting one major hard-on...
 
The boy's pen rolled off the table...

and he bent hurriedly to pick it up, his face turning redder still when he noticed his tutor watching. This wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all. How could she possibly tutor this lad if he continually jumped at shadows?

"John. I think we will call it a night. Read the whole of Chapter One and don't be late next time. Understood?" Anju stood up as her pupil gathered up his things and placed them into his backpack. "You must learn not to be so... What is the word you youngsters use? 'Uptight'. I'm not really the Dragon Lady you have all made me out to be."

"I... I... never called you that, Miss," he stammered uneasily.

Anju wasn't sure if she was amused at having caught John out about the nick most of the boys called her, or insulted at finding out that he actually knew it. "Oh... Take yourself home, John. Or where ever it is that you intended to be instead of here." He started to protest once again but she just flicked her hand, shooing him away.

"Don't forget to close the door behind you! And don't be late next time!" she called out after him.
 
Johnny

"Don't forget to close the door behind you! And don't be late next time!" she calls out after him.

"Yes, Miss." He says, closing the door behind him, glad that he is finally out of the house.

"I can't believe that I just got horny over old Chowdry. She's older than my mum!" He says to himself, shaking his head. He must be desperate to think of her like that.

"But she's got some big knockers on her."

Again, he can see how her tits moved inside her blouse, instantly causing a reaction from his over-eager cock.

"Fuck! I need to get laid!" He moans to himself and he makes his way home where he spends the rest of the evening on his X-Box...
 
Anju listened for the door to close...

After locking it behind him, she walked to her bedroom looking around as she began to undress. It was hot and muggy and she needed the respite from the heat that she had promised herself earlier.

Opening the closet, Anju ran her hand over one of her husband's suit jackets. He was away on yet another business trip. She often speculated whether he had another woman -- she could barely remember the last time they had had relations. Not that it was ever more than going through the 'motions', Sanjit was not very romantically inclined. Sighing, Anju continued to undress as she entered the adjoining bathroom for a nice cool shower.

Her musings continued as she stepped under the running water. Thoughts of all the married women she knew who were having affairs. Even Eleanor Pomeroy was having a fling with someone more than half her age, for crying out loud. What could he possibly see in her? Well, that's obvious, Anju. She giggled at her foolishness. Sex. Hot, steamy sex.

Oh, Anju. Stop it! You have a husband, a luxurious house and all the free time you want. If anyone should be jealous it should be Eleanor. Even so, she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have a lover of her own. To be satisfied in ways that she'd only dreamed of.

The warm soapy cloth glided over her body as she washed up and she felt her body reacting to her imaginary lover's touch. The soft smoothness of his hands tracing patterns across her skin, her nipples stiffening at his touch. The tingling between her legs demanding attention.

"Ohhh... " Anju whispered in her reverie. "Yes... touch me there." Fingers slip between her puffy outer lips into the slick wetness of her most intimate of places. Idly stroking, swirling over her hard little pearl. "Ohhh... More... " she cried out to her love as her body tensed in anticipation.

Leaning back against the wall of the shower, Anju's breath caught as her orgasm swept over her. Convulsive spasms of delight and passion that left her heart pounding and her breathing ragged.

Putting thoughts of her imaginary lover away for yet another time, Anju finished washing up and got ready for bed. Silly woman, she chided herself, though she wasn't completely convinced that it was quite so silly to want a man's hands on her again after such a long time after all.
 
Johnny

The next day at school, Johnny and his mates are loping around the corridor when Mrs Chowdry walks pass.

"Have you boys got somewhere to go?" she asks in that Indian accent.

"Yeah, Miss." They reply.

"Then I suggest you go there then." She tells them.

"Yeah, Miss. They again reply. Mrs Chowdry starts to move away.

"And Johnny," She says, pausing, "don't be late for your lesson this evening."

The boy blushes. He didn't want his mates to know.

"Yes, Miss." He says.

For the rest of the day, Johnny has to endure his friends' banter...
 
The day seemed to drag on...

Anju waded through classes and assignments in a haze after having lunch with Eleanor. She had carried on incessantly about her lover's prowess and 'dimensions', only allowing Anju to speak to the normalcy (or was it mediocrity?) of her own life when they were ready to leave the cafe. Not that it mattered much, Anju really didn't have anything to say anyhow.

When she got home that afternoon, Anju undressed and stood before the mirror in the bedroom. She didn't know when, if ever, she had had the 'nerve' to do that, but now she was curious.

Her breasts weren't as perky as when she was young. Thank the heavens for underwire bras, she chuckled to herself. She had grown thick about the waist over time as well. Her face wasn't bad, and she still had a great smile but that was about it. Who could possibly want her?

Her own husband didn't want her, a good indication that no one else would either. Maybe it didn't matter to a man merely interested in having an affair. Who knew? Anju was certain she'd never find out.

Sighing, Anju guided her fantasy lover's hands slowly over her body, touching her most intimate of places. "Yesss.. You do know how to please me," she whispered in a throaty whisper as 'he' laid her backwards on the bed and buried his face in the dark mass of curls that led to her secret garden of delights. Anju writhed and bucked against 'his' mouth and tongue until she came in a shuddering release.

Suddenly embarrassed by the wanton fantasies that were becoming more than an occasional masturbatory interlude, Anu quickly dressed again and went into the kitchen to prepare a small dinner for herself.

She was just finishing when the doorbell chimed, startling her. She looked up at the clock in dismay. Where had the time gone? That must be Johnny already.

Anju combed her fingers through her hair and smoothed her hands over her blouse and skirt, not wanting to look terribly dishevelled when she opened the door.

"Good evening, John," she greeted him as he walked into the foyer. "Put your books in my office and join me in the kitchen for a moment, will you? I was just making a sandwich. I didn't realize how late it had gotten."
 
Johnny

"Good evening, John," she says as she answers the door to him.

"Hello, Miss." He replies as he is motioned to come in.

"Put your books in my office and join me in the kitchen for a moment, will you? I was just making a sandwich. I didn't realize how late it had gotten."

At least she's in a better mood then last time. He thinks to himself.

Putting his books in her office, he goes into the kitchen in time to see her bending over, fetching something from a cupboard.

"Do you want something?" she asks, not getting up.

He just stands there, not listening to a word she is saying, his eyes rivetted on her plump arse which filled her skirt.

"Got it!" Quickly he looks away as she gets up.

"Well do you?" she asks. "Want something. A drink? Something to eat?"

"Um....No thanks, Miss." I answers her, feeling uncomfortable...
 
Tea for two...

When she finished making the sandwiches and tea, she directed Johnny to carry the tray. Leading the way, Anju walked toward her office with him following close behind.

"Just place it on the... " Johnny ran right into her, tipping the tray and spilling its contents onto the floor.

"Oh!! I'm so sorry, Miss... " he blurted out. Anju took the empty tray from him, setting it on the table and knelt down to clean up the mess. The boy just stood there in horror, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

There was tea all over his shoes and the bottoms of his pants. She looked up to see how much damage had been done to the rest of his trousers. "Not to worry," she said before noticing something else. Johnny had an enormous erection, his member forming a tent in his loose khakis.

Anju quickly lowered her gaze. Had he noticed her staring? Oh. It was so much larger than Sanjit's. Anju had never seen another man's arousal before. She felt a flush spreading over her face and body. NO! This is not supposed to be.

"Johnny," she spoke in a low voice. "There has been no damage done, but I think perhaps we will pass on the lesson today." Anju found her eyes were drifting back toward her student's swollen member with curiosity and a strange sense of arousal. Standing quickly so that she would have to look at his face instead of... Anju blurted out, "Tomorrow we will work twice as long to catch up. Go home and get into dry clothes."

"Yes, Miss... " Johnny said quietly. He hesitated for a moment as if he would say something more, but once again, Anju waved her hand in dismissal. Taking up his pack, he turned quickly and left the house.

She sank into a chair when she heard the door close. Fanning herself, Anju knew that she was just as red in the face as he had been. Was it for the same reason? This was so wrong. She couldn't help wondering why he had been so... so... Worse still, her own body had betrayed her by reacting to the sight of it.

Just a teenage thing, Anju admonished myself. Shame on you, Anju for even taking notice. But why didn't she notice things like that when her own son was growing up? Max was 28 now and long gone from their home, but she had no recollection of anything like that happening with him. Thank the gods!

You are a wicked woman, Anju Chowdry! Dirty minded wanton! Even so, she could feel the oh so familiar tingling beginning in her womanhood.

Anju had been 16 when her father arranged the marriage with Sanjit. He was 31. An old man. He never pleasured her, just did his 'duty'. She was pregnant with Max during the first year of their marriage and sexual relations were few and far between after that.

He would mount her and poke at her a few times before grunting and rolling off to fall asleep. Anju would listen for the snoring to begin before inviting her 'secret lover' to enjoy the passions Sanjit never recognized in his wife. And he was not nearly as large as Johnny, if the outline of what she had seen through his trousers was any indication.

Without realizing, Anju had been easing her skirt up and her hand slowly crept beneath the silky material of her panties. She gasped, fingers sinking into the hot wetness between her nether lips. "Ohhhhhh... " Anju cried out as she arched up. Making love once again with her imaginary lover she soon came to a shuddering climax.
 
Johnny

The boy stands outside the house, completely confused.

What had happened? Why did she kick me out like that?

Then he looks down and sees that he has a hard-on bulging through my trousers.

Fuck! And she saw it!

He thinks back, remembering the look on her face.

Fuck! I bet I am in for it now!

Slowly, he walks home. Dreading what he will find when he gets there.

Once there, he takes a deep breath and enters the house, ready to face the music. He is then very surprised to hear his mum say: "You are home early, dear. Anything the matter?"

"Erm, no, Mum. Mrs Chowdry just let me off early, that's all."

He spends the rest of the evening upstairs in his room on his X-Box and thinking what will happen at school tomorrow...
 
One week later...

The week had been uneventful. Sanjit had been home before going on to Tokyo and then to Singapore. Anju didn't much care as it gave her time to herself. Lessons with Johnny continued on schedule and he was doing quite well.

Today had been Johnny's first exam since Anju had begun tutoring him. Mrs. Livingston, knowing that she was tutoring the boy, graded his paper and passed it on for review. Top score! From a failing grade to an 'A' in such a short time. He was an apt student indeed.

She poured herself a glass of port and drank it down quickly, basking in the warmth of the wine as it spread over her body. Sitting in her chair, her thighs rubbed together, teasing. Stop this silliness, Anju Chowdry!

Chastising herself for these whorish thoughts has become a regular part of Anju's daily routine. Then again, it was normal to want to be desired. Wasn't it? Everyone has fantasies. Don't they?

The jangling of the doorbell roused her from her thoughts and she went to let Johnny in. He followed closely as he had since he first came. "I have heard from Mrs. Livingston today in regards your test."

"Yes, Miss?"

Anju could hear the nervousness in his voice and was glad that he couldn't see her face. She wanted to remain stern in his eyes. "Yes, she sent me over your test results."

Johnny stood quite still, watching intently as his tutor lifted a paper from her desk and waved it in front of him. He looked as though he would jump from his skin if given a chance.

Anju couldn't help smiling as she broke the suspense. "You have gotten top grade, Johnny! 'A'!!"

Johnny let out a long low whistle of relief. "Really, Miss? Can I see?"

She handed him the paper, adding "I think it's far too early for you to rest on your laurels, Johnny. I do, however, expect this to be the first of many more. Congratulations."
 
Johnny

"Thanks, Miss." He tells her, actually being quite pleased with himself which surprised him. Taking the papers, he glances at him.

"My, it is warm today. Would like a drink? Lemonade perhaps?" Chowdry asks.

She seems cheerier than usual? He thinks to himself. He shrugs. Then again, he still cannot believe that she didn't see his hard-on last week. He is sure that she did. But if she had, then she would have gone berserk at him.

Maybe she needs to wear her glasses more?

"John?" She asks again.

"Er, yeah - I mean yes thank you, Miss." He replies.

"Come with me." And he follows her into the kitchen. Not for the first time, he finds himself staring at her swaying arse. She is wearing one of those Indian dresses he had seen in some magazine or book.

It sure shows off her bum.

Like her tits, her arse is big but shapely.

In the kitchen, Chowdry hands over a glass.

"Here you are."

She is standing quite close to him and he finds he can smell her perfume. It is sure stronger than the one his mum wears.

"Since it is a nice evening, would you like to study in the garden today?" She asks.

Again, he finds himself looking at that arse as he follows her out...
 
Johnny seemed more eager...

to concentrate on his lessons today than on previous occasions. Perhaps it was because he was beginning to see that hard study would bring him top grades. And with those would come the acceptance to University. One of the better ones. Then again, perhaps it was the topic. They were beginning a chapter on human sexuality tonight.

"Miss?"

"Yes, Johnny?" Anju asked as she sat beside him at the small table where he had been working.

Johnny pushed his book over. "I don't know what this word means."

"Which?"

Johnny reached over to point out the word, his arm accidently brushing against Anju's breast. He quickly jerked it away, though not before she felt myself reacting to his touch.

"Copulate," Anju answered hoarsely, wishing it were any of a myriad of other words just at this moment. "It means to engage in sexual intercourse. Do you understand what that means?"

A blush spread over his face and he looked away quickly. "No need to be embarrassed, Johnny. Perhaps you would rather we end the lesson for this evening? Read the rest of this chapter and jot down any questions you might have. We'll discuss it further when you come again."

She stood then, watching him gather up his books and papers. Did he seem a little relieved to be set loose early?

"You can let yourself out through the gate there, " she said, pointing toward the fence. Dismissing him, she walked back into her home puzzling over the way she had reacted to his touch just a moment before. Dirty old woman!

In a way Anju was dreading their next lesson, but at the same time the thought of discussing sex with him excited her.
 
Johnny

As he walks away from Chowdry's house, his mind is on what happened inside.

I have touched Chowdry's tit!

It had been an accident but he can still remember the feel of it. That is not all. When she talked about sex, it had made him feel funny.

Replaying the events, he finds himself excited. Looking down, he sees the start of a tell-tale bulge beginning to appear.

I am getting hard!

Over Chowdry???


Shaking his head, he continues his journey.

Getting home, he sees Mum is in the kitchen.

"Another early evening?" she asks me.

For some reason, the boy finds himself staring at his mother's chest.

Shit! That's Mum you are looking at!

He quickly looks away.

"Yeah." And he quickly leaves the kitchen.

Undressing in his bedroom, he goes into the bathroom. In there, he looks at myself. Although his cock is now soft, it still feels twitchy.

Fuck! I can't believe I was checking out Mum???

Shaking my head, he gets into the shower. Grabbing some soap, he begins to soap himself down. As soon as his hand encounters his penis, it instantly turns into a hard throbbing shaft.

"Christ!" He gasps.

All thoughts of washing are forgotten as he starts to wank himself. His hand moving rapidly and down his stout tool.

"Shit! I do need a fuck!" He groans to himself.

In my mind's eye, he can picture Britney Spears, all wet and naked with him in the cubicle. It is not the first time he has fantasied about the girl. But as he continues to massage himself, he finds images of first Chowdry and then his mum flashing in his mind. Instead of turning him off, he pushes him on.

I can feel it! He gasps as a tingling sensation starts to build in his groin.

Then, just like that, the feeling is gone.

"Fuck! Not again!" He groans as he lets go of his large tool which is sticking up so big and hard from his groin.

"Why can't I cum?"

Despite his best efforts, the boy simply cannot make himself spunk. But why? Maybe there is something wrong with him?

Dejectedly, he continues to wash himself. By that time, his cock has shrunken back to normal size...
 
After a fitful night's sleep...

Anju found herself up and showered earlier than normal. She wanted to get to school well before first bell so that she could speak to Jane Holmes, the Health Nurse, about some study materials to help Johnny with this portion of his lessons.

As she walked across the grounds toward the main building, a bright red convertible at the far end of the parking lot caught her eye. It was Eleanor and her latest boytoy locked in a steamy embrace. Suddenly she bent over until she was no longer visible, though he was still sitting upright.
Oh my goodness! She must be... Anju found herself feeling both excited and envious in an odd sort of way. A salacious shiver of desire ran through her body as her thoughts turned to...

Stop this nonsense, Anju! She admonished herself as a flush of embarrassment (or was it something else?) spread across her face. Shaking herself free of such wicked thoughts, she spun around and ran straight into Johnny.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as his books fell from his arms to the ground. "I
am sorry! I should have been watching where I was going! Are you all right?"

As she bent down to help pick up the books, Anju noticed that his eyes had moved beyond her in the direction of Eleanor and her latest conquest.
 
Johnny

"Have a nice day, dear." His mother says to him, as she goes for a cuddle. Suddenly the boy finds himself looking at his mother's chest again. Blushing, the boy pulls away.

"Johnny? What's the matter?" He sees the hurt in her eyes.

"Nothin'. Just got to go is all." And he is racing off towards school...
 
Johnny

Fuck! I am way too early!

Checking his watch, he sees that its only just after 8am.

Crap! Now what will I do?

Pissed, he goes to look for somewhere to sit, taking him near the school car park. There, he sees a lone car with two people in it.

Fuck! That's Miss Pomeroy and she's making out with some guy!

The boy couldn't believe what he is seeing as he blindly carries on walking, his entire attention on the battling occupants of the car. He never sees Mrs Chowdry as he collides into her.

"You should pay attention where you are going, young man. I could have been hurt." The strict Indian woman tells him.

"Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss." He tells her, and the second time that morning, he finds his eyes dipping down. Realising what he is doing, he looks away, back towards the car park.

I tell her, realising that from where I am kneeling, I am looking directly at her chest. Suddenly realising what I am doing, I quickly look away and find myself looking at the car again. THere he recognises the man in it.

Mr Thompson! The new Maths teacher! Shit! Ain't he a lot younger than her???

"Johnny. Why are you in school so early? Johnny? JOHNNY! Are you listening to me?"...
 
The flush on his face...

made it obvious that he knew or at least guessed at what Eleanor and Thompson were about. "Johnny??"

He turned toward Chowdry, still half distracted by the scenario across the lot. She was going to have to talk to Eleanor about this latest indiscretion, certain that she had no idea that they had been observed.

"Miss? What... " Was he asking her what she wanted or was he asking what he was seeing? Unsure, Anju knew she should try to find out, but this was neither the time nor the place.

"We will speak when you come for your lesson, Johnny," she said quietly. Turning away, Anju crossed the few remaining yards to the building. Looking at her watch, she hoped she still had time to find some study aids to help cover these next few chapters with Johnny. Especially now.
 
Johnny

The day goes slowly for the boy but finally school finishes for the day and he goes home.

Promptly at eight o'clock, he is at Mrs Chowdry's door and ringing the bell...
 
"Come in!" she called out...

from the kitchen when Anju heard the quiet chiming of the front door bell. She was just finishing up her dinner dishes, still undecided about how to approach Johnny's unanswered question about Eleanor and Thompson this morning.

She had spoken to Eleanor at lunch, but her friend hadn't shown the least bit of remorse. In fact the cheeky bitch told Anju to get the poker out of her arse and loosen up a bit. Can you imagine? Said Anju should get a hot young stud of her own and stop worrying about hers. Little did Eleanor know the evil thoughts Anju had been having lately. She could feel her face burning and turned the cold water on to splash her face.

"Miss? Are you all right?" Johnny's voice, quiet and concerned came from just behind Anju and she jumped.

Patting her face dry with a towel, the tutor grinned in embarrassment at having been so lost in thought that she hadn't heard him walk into the room. "I'm fine, Johnny. Just feeling a little... warm."

Setting down the towel, she bade him follow her into the garden where they had had their last lesson. It was less formal there than in her office and Anju thought it would be best for him... for her... if they were more at ease for what was to come.

"Have a seat, Johnny," Anju said, rearranging the small stack of texts she had gotten from Jane this morning. The older instructor seemed to know what she was talking about, but Anju doubted that these would answer very many of the questions she was expecting to be asked.
 
Johnny

Getting no answer, the boy is about to turn and go when he notices the door is open.

That's strange! Has something happened to her?

He didn't like the old bat but that doesn't mean he wanted anything to happen to her. Making a decision, he enters the house.

The hall is empty, no sign of any disturbance. Ahead, he can hear noises. Sounds of water and someone moving.

It is coming from her kitchen!

Cautiously, his heart thumping inside his chest, he moves forward, not daring to make a noise until he knows what is in there. On reaching the second door, he peers in and breathes a sigh of relief as he sees Chowdry standing at the sink.

"Miss? Are you all right?" He asks her, wondering why she didn't come to the door.

"I'm fine, Johnny. Just feeling a little... warm."

Not fully understanding what she means, he simply shrugs to himself as she leads him out into the garden.

"Have a seat, Johnny."

The boy obeys as he glances at his watch.

Oh well, that's all the excitement I'm going to have tonight!...
 
"Johnny... " she began slowly.

"About what you saw this morning. Mrs. Pomeroy and Mr. Thompson? That was no different than seeing two of your friends kissing or even your parents or people that you see on the street. I guess you might find it odd because they are your teachers, but they are no less human than I... or anyone else."

Johnny nodded and shrugged. Anju sighed with relief, not really wanting to get into that whole thing at all and was glad that he had only been staring out of curiousity.

Opening a book, she sat down beside her pupil. "We're going to be discussing sexual reproduction in humans in the next few chapters. Most students seem to find this subject a little embarrassing to discuss. I hope that you know you can ask me any questions you might have. I'd like to see you get top marks in your Sciences. They seem to have been your weakest subject in the past. Okay. Now we begin... "

"Sexual reproduction is the formation of a new individual following the union of two gametes. In humans and the majority of other eukaryotes, plants as well as animals, the two gametes differ in structure ("anisogamy") and are contributed by different parents."

Anju flipped open one of the books Jane Holmes had marked for her to use. It was a diagram of a flower. She knew they were going to be in trouble now. She hadn't the faintest idea how to transfer this into anything remotely sexual so that the boy would understand.


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