1 Chapter One

I braced myself from the oncoming backlash. Mrs. Uzo sat behind her desk with her glasses tracing the bridge of her nose. She has that look that says, you are in so much trouble, young lady. Personally, I don't mind pissing the middle age teacher off. She looks so roundish whenever she's angry. I think that was what pushed my instinct.

"Are you aware of the punishment, young lady."

"Ma, that's further from the truth. In all actuality, every mistake requires a punishment."

She has that look about her again but this time, it looks so intense. It seems like I hit a nerve, I mused.

"Odinma Kenneth Josephine Mayowa Kelechi ..." , she shouted.

"I would rather you drop the name Kenneth, ma. I hate it," I replied.

I stared at her with nonchalance as she struggled to get a hold of her anger. She held her breath for a while before she released it slowly with her eyes closed. Under normal circumstances, I would have given her a thumbs up for effort on controlling her anger but this is not a normal circumstance. I want a little more fun and besides, what is life if not a little more fun.

"Ma, you have a little mucus on there."

She opened her eyes and glared at me. It's obvious that I wanted to get into her skin but she isn't having it. Just to be sure, she skimmed her fingers lightly against her nose and checked. I smirked at her and she scowled. She kneaded her temple with her fingers and stared at me.

"Odinma, you know the rules. Don't leave the school after 4. Not only did you break that rule but you stole the master key..."

She held her breath for what seemed to be hours but might have just been a few minutes before she continued,

"...Mrs. Cynthia was looking for it. We all thought you drowned in the river because of that clue you left with Jenny."

"It wasn't a clue...," I interrupted her mumblings, "...It was a piece of paper I scribbled my name and whereabouts."

Technically, I wanted a little more fun. The school is always dull on Sundays.

"And what, pray tell, did you write as your whereabouts?" she questioned

"The river, ma. That's just a coincidence. I love poetry. You must learn to read in between the lines."

"Shut up, you stubborn girl."

"Well, technically, am not all that stubborn. A stubborn child wouldn't have obediently sat on this stool and listen to your long sermon."

She raised her hand as if to slap me but she balled it into fist and squeezed her eyes.

"You are to scrub and clean the toilets and bathrooms. Don't use the mop. Use a clean rag. I would have given you the job of cleaning the poultry and piggery farm but the Agric students had already done that. I will inspect your work in the evening. Do you understand me?"

"Well, it's everything I have already done before."

"Get out."

"Nice to enjoy your company, Mrs. Uzo. Have a nice day."

I left her in her office and jogged all way to the dormitory. Sarah would be waiting for me. I wanted to kiss her and feel my way up her blouse. We met during orientation when we were still freshmen. She was initially my very best friend but circumstances turned us into lesbians. We are in an all girls school and what we couldn't do with the boys, we have ourselves. We enjoyed the pleasure it gave us and we never regretted it. Despite every preaching pastor Evan gave on Sundays during worship, we never regretted it nor cared about how any student saw us. I think pastor Evan secretly wishes us, the evil ones to go straight to hell without an ounce of judgement. We don't like him either.

Mrs. Uzo is the best supervisor we've got. While others like how kind they assume she is, I like to humor her the best I can just to keep watching how she loses her patience. Mrs. Cynthia is the headless dorm mistress of ours. She pretends like a Christian mother but whenever we press her deflated boobs, she moans like a cow.

We like to ride her, Sarah and I. We come on her clothes. We don't kiss her because it's gross but she wants us to. She can't force us. As I got to the dorm, Sarah sat on her bed in her underwear, her nipples straining in her bra. I love it whenever she's ready for me. Senior students know me for what am good at, giving them sexual pleasure.

I started this activity when i got to JSS3. I have watched and read how lesbians satisfy themselves when no boy is around. I tried masturbating but it didn't work for me. When I got back to school after the long Christmas break, I convinced Sarah to do it with me. It turns out that the senior students were waiting for the right person to start lesbianism. I don't regret that.

I took off my clothes and kissed her hard. I didn't care if the juniors saw me. We are seniors and they couldn't do anything about it.

"Did you miss me?" she asked in-between kisses

I kissed her again to let her know how much I missed her. I missed her large boobs and big ass. She's slim but she's more endowed than me. My hand wandered to her vulva, holding the folds and dragging a finger inside. She let out a moan. She did the same to me and we rode ourselves. I could feel the pleasure building and we both let it out. I found myself grinding onto her body. She did the same. It's like we knew the signal. We wanted more. At first trial, we could only make ourselves come once but as time went on, we tried it more than once, inventing new techniques to satisfy ourselves. I used my mouth on her vulva, this time, licking her come as she grinded herself on me. She did the same for me. For Sarah, I could bend down and lick her vulva but for any other senior, that would be a no-no for me. It seemed disgusting at first but we got used to it.

After that, we sat on our beds and she started putting on her panties and bra. I stared at her as she sat comfortably on her bed. Our bunk beds were arranged in four per room. I sat at the bottom of the bunk bed closest to the door and Sarah sat on the bottom of the other bunk bed opposite mine. I turned my eyes to my bag resting on my bed and played with the straps. She must have noticed my change in demeanor because she asked,

"What is it?"

"Mrs. Uzo happened. I ought to be finished with cleaning duties right about now."

"Why didn't you do it before now?"

I stared at her for a while before lowing my eyes to her bed across from mine.

"I wanted you. I thought of you after what the she-devil said. She called me Kenneth."

"That would be demoralizing."

"I have to go now but I will be back."

"Amaka wants another one, Odi."

I rolled my eyes at that. The head girl loves sex like she loves her duty as head girl, which is a lot.

"Be right back."

As I walked my way towards the toilets and bathrooms, I thought of Amaka. She had always seemed like a serious girl, reading her books and punishing junior students. The day she caught Sarah and I having sex, I thought she would tell Mrs. Uzo but she took off her clothes and joined us. Ever since then, she would pay me to pleasure her, usually in the bathroom or in her room. I have never sucked her vulva before but I don't want her to know about that. I don't think she's ever being a naive girl to begin with. I think she's always being like that but she's always pretended. Frankly, she would have being a perfect student if you don't recall her dealings with me on a sexual expertise. She could have fooled anyone by her position in school.

Cleaning the school bathroom and toilets was a piece of pie. I wanted to work faster so that I could meet Sarah for another quicky but that was not to happen. Amaka happened to walk into the bathroom in the middle of cleaning in her flimsy nightdress and we happen to have gone through the quicky I had thought I wanted with Sarah. To be honest, during those times I don't really think about how I really don't like Amaka and I don't really think about how badly I had thought of her. I just thought about the pleasure I got from her release and her response to my touches. It's just what it's always being, life with a little bit of fun. What is life without a little fun in it and that's what I thought when I kissed Amaka after she wore her clothes. She grinned and was about to say something when the door burst open. Mrs. Uzo came in with a scowl on her face. She groaned when she saw that I have hardly started on cleaning the bathroom. The rag was on the floor and so is the broom, parker and bucket; thankfully, our clothes weren't on the floor as well. Though I grinned when Mrs. Uzo came in and I took on an air of nonchalance, Amaka on the other hand, widen her eyes and started shivering. She had this look of horror on her face, like she would pee on herself. I smirked to myself and thought, so, she's scared of getting caught and yet, she spends her time on anybody with a skirt.

"You are stalling, Kenneth."

I scowled at her and she smirked. I raised my eyebrows up in surprise. Mrs. Uzo can smirk? The student has taught well and the teacher has learnt well, I thought sarcastically. As if realizing the second person in the room, Mrs. Uzo practically yelled,

"For God's sake, what are you doing here Amaka?"

And even if she was shaking initially, she handed it like a pro. That's what probably made her the head girl. There's no way someone with an authority like hers will shake under the pressure of simply getting caught by Mrs. Uzo.

"I thought I heard a noise and I thought that I've got to check it out."

"That's my girl. Kenneth, try and be more like Amaka. She's better than you in almost everything. Try to emulate her." Mrs. Uzo practically bragged.

I nearly rolled my eyes but I didn't. Instead, I pretended to scowl at her use of my illegal name and stare away from her while laughing internally at how funny she sounded. I wouldn't give Amaka out after that mind blowing pleasure we went through some minutes ago. But if I were to compare what am good at to what she's good at, I would surpass her not only in character and self-control but in intelligence as well. She's the head girl but only because she contested and won. I would have won if I contested but I didn't.

"Amaka, you can leave now."

"Goodnight, Mrs. Uzo." Amaka said

"Goodnight, my dear."

This time, I really rolled my eyes but thank the Lord that it was dark and Mrs. Uzo didn't see me. If not, I would be really cleaning the poultry farm by this time, tomorrow. Mrs. Uzo glared at me and said,

"Finish this up and report to my office. I wouldn't have let you down that easily if not of Amaka. Consider yourself lucky." and with that, she left the room while banging the door in her wake.

I laughed quietly to myself and started cleaning the bathroom. The bathrooms are rarely cleaned and they usually have this slimy substance around the corners which I hate. I cursed Mrs. Uzo and her family while I cleaned the bathroom. It's definitely not worse than the toilet but I will complain if I don't like something at anytime. The water system in most stalls in the toilet were filled up to the brim with human waste product while, some weren't filled up. But they still smelled and had an unsightly appearance that could make someone throw up. That wasn't funny at all and I cursed Mrs. Uzo and her present generation and the future ones to come but this curse was brought on based on her taking my pleasure with her. I think am really in the mood because I could only think of Amaka instead of Sarah.

After I cleaned the bathroom stalls, I reported to Mrs. Uzo's office. By then, the feeling for sexual pleasure has passed and I cringe whenever I remember doing all that with Amaka in that slimy dirty bathroom. Mrs. Uzo inspected what I did before she released me. When I got back into the hostel, Sarah was already asleep. She slept on her front on the bed and I had the urge to kiss her. I did it without hesitation not minding that they are nosy seniors and curious juniors around. I wore my pyjamas and laid on my bed before I noticed that Ada is missing from her bed. Why did she leave early today, I wonder but I didn't mind whatever she did as long as I don't get STD. I slept with a smile on my face while contemplating how I could jump on Sarah's bed and sleep with her. She has the most amazing, huggable body that you wouldn't mind staring at even if you are taking my last breath.