My name is Ada Ojefua and this is what happened on my last day at school.
I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. On any other school day, I would have been wearing a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee-length black or grey pleated skirt. It was ok to wear a plain black sweater as well.
Normally I would have my black school trousers on with a pair of trainers and a baggy long-sleeved white shirt, I would have my long hair tied in a ponytail which I would shove down the back of my jacket and very little makeup.
I never bothered with much in the way of lipstick and blusher, I don’t mean to be boastful but I do believe I’m an attractive young woman. So that would be all, it rarely took more than ten minutes for me to get dressed, make myself look somewhat appealing, and be out of the door on a school day. Today was very different though.
It was in fact the last day of school, at 3 pm that afternoon I would no longer be a pupil at Hopeland International college, there was an option for us to actually stay on for another year after today, all the people that chose to do so would be put in a single class and get the best tutors for a few days a week, but I had no intention of doing so.
I would be a free woman, and I had craved for school to end for so long but not for the usual reasons. Sure I wanted to be free, I was 19 years old and itching to see the real world but there was another reason. The last day of school would be my first, and last, chance to finally confess my love to the person that had dominated my thoughts and fantasies for the last four years; my English teacher Miss Benita.
Being head over heels in love with Miss Benita Adebanjo presented two problems for me, firstly there’s the fact that she’s a woman and I didn’t know for sure if she liked girls in that way, although I did, however, have a reason to think that she might be.
About a year ago I had seen her in the parking lot behind the school with an attractive woman. I kept watching, or more accurately spying, on them and realised they were holding hands as they walked towards Benita’s car, then, just as she opened the car door they actually kissed each other on the lips!
It didn’t look like a particularly long or intimate kiss from where I had been standing but it did look to me like there was quite a bit of feeling there.
After the kiss ended Benita and the mystery woman got into the car and drove away, my imagination was rife with sordid fantasies about what they got up to afterwards.
Of course, I could have read the situation entirely wrong, it might have been just a close friend or anything, time had jaded my memory and it was hard remembering exactly how intimate the kiss had been. That, however, was my one and only bit of encouragement I could take into today’s attempt.
My second problem was that she is my English teacher, so even if she did like girls and I was able to seduce her nothing could come of it because it would be illegal, even though I was above the age of consent she would get into a lot of trouble and most likely lose her job.
However, after 3pm I would no longer be her pupil. I still had no idea if she would react badly or not but I had to try, if I didn’t I would hate myself forever. Every day at school I listened to her beautiful voice as she called out the class register in the morning (she’s also my class teacher.)
During English classes I would watch every movement she made, when she spoke to our class or read through whatever book we were studying at the time I dreamily let her voice travel through me and focus on her lips, every little curvature seemed to be intensely erotic to me, often the actual words escaped me and I rarely took notice of what she was actually saying.
What really made my heart flutter was her smile; it would light up even the darkest room, many nights I had laid in my bed imagining kissing her smiling lips and running my fingers through her short hair. I wanted to taste her mouth and feel her warm tongue rub against mine. I yearned to run my tongue over her beautiful lips, would she keep smiling while I did it? Would she give out a contented sigh if I kissed my way up her neck and pulled her tightly against my body, our breasts pushing together and my knee rising up between her thighs…?
A knock on the bathroom door followed by a voice brought me crashing back to earth.
“Are you gonna be much longer in there? I want to use the shower when you’ve done!”
“I won’t be long Titi,” I shouted back through the door. “I’m just finishing my hair, should be about five minutes.”
“Ok, I’ve put the kettle on!” Titi shouted back at me. “Call me when you’re done.”
Titi is my little sister, she’s only 9 months younger than me but it’s easy to tell that I’m the eldest, she’s 5 feet and 3 inches tall and I’m closer to being 5 feet and 8 inches tall, so she’s my little sister in every sense of the word.
She would have to wait a little bit longer to use the bathroom though, I wanted to look as close to a supermodel as possible today, if I was to have any chance at all with Miss Benita I have to look my very best, which was the main reason I was dressed in this new way.
As I mentioned before, Titi is my little sister, she wasn’t at school today because her class (the one below me) had broken up the day before, and so I had been able to borrow some of her clothes. I ditched my normal baggy long-sleeved white shirt in favour of Titi’s short-sleeved shirt.
Of course, it was smaller than my own shirt but not by a massive amount, Titi wore her clothes baggy as well. When I put it on and fastened it up the sleeves actually went right up to my shoulders with just a tiny bit of the material hanging over, it actually looked quite good. The shirt’s length was the main issue; my breasts are slightly larger than Titi’s, so it was pulled pretty tight.
To help relieve the tightness I undid the top two buttons. As a result, my cleavage was much more on show, I had just about convinced myself to wear the shirt like this but while I was checking it out in the mirror I realised how much my bra strap was standing out.
It was like a thick ridge running across my back. I was about to discard the whole idea and put my usual shirt back on but something stopped me. This would be my only shot at this; it’s difficult to convey just how much I needed this to work.
I felt like my entire life hinged on this day, I was going to tell Benita that I loved her and I needed her to see me as a grown woman, not as a silly school kid with a crush.
I had to make this extra effort, just this once, so I took the shirt off, discarded my bra, and then put the shirt back on. I undid a few buttons at the top and bottom so it looked a little more natural, the shirt parted at the bottom and showed off my navel, the hemline didn’t even make it to the waistband of my skirt.
Yes, today was the first time I will actually wear a school skirt, and I will be pushing the rules to the limit. My own, and still brand new, the pleated skirt came down to my knees as the code of conduct demanded and that’s what I was wearing.
However, underneath the skirt, I was also wearing Titi’s skirt. I planned to wear the ‘sensible’ skirt to school and at some point, during the day I will sneakily take it off and put it in my school bag.
When I saw myself in Titi’s little skirt I almost went straight to the wardrobe for some trousers but, once again, I knew it would only be this once and I had to look perfect. This one was different to mine; it was grey but didn’t have any pleats so it was essentially a mini skirt.
The hemline was about an inch or two below my buttocks and it clung tightly to my thighs, I have to admit though, it made me feel very sexy, I have pretty long legs and this skirt showed off almost every inch of them and every little movement I made caused it to ride up a little higher, I have to stay in my sensible skirt right up until the last minute, as soon as we were alone in the classroom I will make the switch under the table.
I had some knee socks as well, I have seen some girls at school wearing these kinds of socks with short skirts before and the effect they had on me was quite profound. A rumour went around that girls wearing those short skirts were punished for breaking the uniform code.
I didn’t allow myself to dwell on what other people would think about me though. If things went as planned the only person who would see me in this outfit would be Miss Benita herself.
Before getting dressed I had gone in the shower and shaved my arms, legs and pubic hair. I didn’t do it because I expected to be having sex with her, it was more to bolster my confidence and make me feel just a little more attractive. I brushed my hair down so it fell naturally around my shoulders and down my back. Finally, to finish the transformation I used some nice lipstick; it was liquid pink and made my lips look moist.
I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and took another deep breath, this was it. I was so nervous that I could see myself trembling in the mirror and a question kept ringing in my brain. What if she says no? What if she says no? What if…? I tried to ignore the incessant chanting in my head and pulled my jacket on and fastened it over my shirt (if my parents had seen the way my breasts were out on show they wouldn’t have let me leave!) I turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom. I had just enough time to drink the hot tea my sister had made for me, then, with my heart in my mouth and my stomach in a knot, I got up and said bye to everyone.
“Have a good day,” Mum shouted after me as I opened the door.
“I sure hope so,” I whispered to myself as I grabbed my school bag and hung it on my shoulder.
What if…?
