Azumanga Daioh Fan Fiction ❯ Azumanga Daioh! Lemon Edition ❯ Mentor ( Chapter 4 )

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Mentor

 

By Andrew J. Talon

  

Disclaimer: Azumanga Daioh is not mine, and I am not writing this story for profit of any kind.

 

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My name is Yasojima Takeshi. I am 16 years old, though I'll be the first to admit I don't look it. Thanks to my American father's genes, I'm the tallest person in my class. I'm even slightly taller than our homeroom teacher, Miss Kurosawa. I've been invited to join pretty much every sport club or event at our school, but I much prefer music. I play the violin and greatly enjoy it.

 

I keep up in my studies and enjoy learning. I hang out with my friends Isamu, Kanji, Akira and Ganshiro from Miss Tanizaki's homeroom class. Though lately Akira's been missing our weekend arcade visits, and Isamu's always off cloud watching with Kasuga on the roof.

 

Truth be told, I don't mind not being around them a lot lately. Summer is coming and we're supposed to go to the beach.

 

“It'll be great Takeshi!” Kanji enthused when the four of us were gathered around a lunch table. “Hot sun, surfing, babes in bikinis!”

 

Akira coughed and turned slightly pale. Isamu shook his head. Ganshiro pushed his glasses up his nose.

 

“I'd love to come, but my parents expect me to help out at the office this summer.”

 

“I have, um… Summer school,” Akira said nervously. “I'm failing Miss Yukari's class and I have to make it up.”

 

“Since when did you suck at English Akira?” Isamu asked, cocking his head in a birdlike fashion. “I mean, how can you fail at it when you're so good?”

 

“Ah…” Akira shrugged, chuckling nervously. “I've… Um…”

 

“Unless… You've become so good you're looking to get the next class out of the way before the next semester?” Theorized Ganshiro. Akira nodded.

 

“Yeah! Definitely! Miss Yukari says I'm great!” He said, grinning and sweating a bit. “If you'll excuse me…”

 

Akira got up and headed towards the exit. Isamu stretched and stood up.

 

“I'm going to go watch clouds… I think I might make the trip, Kanji,” Isamu said. He then frowned.

 

“Then again, I might not…”

 

“Why don't you go make someone stumble?” Kanji groused. Isamu blinked and smiled.

 

“Sure! Okay! I'll stumble!” He headed off, Kanji shaking his head.

 

“Man, that guy's so weird… Hey Takeshi? You're coming this summer, right?”

 

“Well…” I began. “I'm not sure…”

 

“C'mon, please! I don't want to go on my own!”

 

“I'll have an answer for you tomorrow. I have to check with my parents,” I said. Kanji grinned and gave a thumbs up.

 

“Great! I hope you can come!”

 

I stand up and walk away, dumping the trash from my lunch into the trashcan. I stood outside the cafeteria thoughtfully for a moment, then headed for the teacher's lounge.

 

I spotted Miss Kurosawa, talking with that young girl prodigy from Tanizaki's class-Mihama, I think her name is Mihama. Politely I wait for them to be done, and as Mihama heads away with a bounce in her step, I approach my homeroom teacher.

 

“Miss Kurosawa?”

 

She turns and smiles kindly at me. I manage not to flush. Her smile is very… Distracting.

 

“Oh, hello, Takeshi! What can I do for you?”

 

“I… Can we talk in private, Miss Kurosawa?” I asked. She nodded, and walked to the teacher's offices. I followed, standing politely as Miss Kurosawa sat at her desk and turned to me again.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Miss Kurosawa… I don't suppose you could help me with my swimming?” I asked. Miss Kurosawa frowned.

 

“Well, we're beginning swimming class as part of gym in a few weeks…”

 

I shook my head. “No, I need to learn before summer break.”

 

“Learn?” Kurosawa asked, blinking. I nodded.

 

“Yes… The truth is… I can't swim. At all.”

 

“So, all the times you were sick for my class?” She asked. I sighed.

 

“I faked it. I was… Embarrassed. Please, Miss Kurosawa, can you teach me after school? Just us? I… I don't want to disappoint my friend.”

 

Miss Kurosawa looked at me with eyes full of compassion. “Sure I can Takeshi. It'll be our little secret. Just meet me at the pool at say… Four? And we'll get started.”

 

I bowed. “Thank you, Miss Kurosawa.”

 

“It's not a problem,” she said with a broad smile. I turned and headed out of the offices confident that today I'd begin to learn to swim. And finally have fun with my friends during the summer.

 

I didn't notice the smirk Miss Tanizaki had on her face as she watched me go.

 

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Our first lesson, I was sitting on the edge of the pool, my legs in the water. Already I felt nervous, but resolved to see this through. After all, Miss Kurosawa had gone to all this trouble for me. I can't disappoint her. She's so generous, so hardworking…

 

So hot in a school swimsuit.

 

I couldn't help staring at her as she walked along the side of the pool, toned body and full breasts seemingly straining against the thin material.

 

I bowed my head, letting my long bangs obscure my eyes. I really hope she didn't notice my blush.

 

“Hope I didn't keep you too long, Takeshi,” she said with a smile. I put my hands over my lap and coughed.

 

“No, Miss Kurosawa. You didn't,” I stated. Think cold… Think non-sexy thoughts…

 

“Something wrong?” She asked, concerned. I shook my head.

 

“No, Miss Kurosawa,” I said, quickly sliding into the water. Nerves be damned, I didn't want her to see what she did to me!

 

“Okay,” she said, slipping into the water nearby and smiling. “So, what do we need to work on first?”

 

“Ah… Floating,” I mumbled. Miss Kurosawa blinked, and raised an eyebrow.

 

“Floating?”

 

“Ever since I… Almost drowned when I was five… I've had aquaphobia,” I admitted. I shivered violently.

 

“It's… It's taking everything I've got… Just to stay…”

 

She came up to me and wrapped her arms around me. Despite her smaller frame I felt significantly safer with her this close to me.

 

“It's okay, Takeshi, it's okay,” she soothed, rubbing my back. I flushed as I felt her body brush against mine. My hard-on was beginning to come back, as despite the cold water the warmth of her skin was getting through. As much as I wanted to keep her this close, if she found out…

 

“Um… P-Perhaps you can begin with something simple?” I asked, pushing back. I frowned at her blush. Why was she embarrassed?

 

She nodded and cleared her throat.

 

“Of-Of course! Now, first thing to remember…”

 

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The next two weeks passed by slowly. While every lesson Miss Kurosawa was perfectly understanding, helpful, and patient… Her proximity in that bathing suit of hers did not help. I actually tried taping down my penis and ignored the pain as best I could. It would be far better than her seeing that bulge in my shorts.

 

Other guys might be proud of having large members, but me? It was definitely an inconvenience.

 

I tried to distract myself by focusing on Miss Kurosawa's lessons, and by listening to her as she spoke about her day. She'd seemed so frustrated a few sessions I'd asked what was wrong, and she'd readily obliged to tell me.

 

Her parents had kept trying arranged marriage meetings with her, to find her a husband, but all of her potential fiancées hadn't connected with her. She'd also vented about Miss Tanizaki's daily nonsense and how hard it was to stand her. Through it all though, I got the impression that Miss Kurosawa did indeed care deeply about her friend. Despite how irritated she made her.

 

In turn, I told her about my life and my interests. She especially liked the stories I told her of how Kanji and my other friends had spent our last summer vacation trying to rebuild an old plane he'd found on the beach. We actually got it to work - Not fly, but the engine definitely ran again… Enough to send it crashing into a tree.

 

After hearing her laughter at this, I resolved to tell her more. We grew more comfortable together; to the point my aquaphobia was almost gone a few days before summer break began.

 

In contrast, the wet dreams I'd been having about her almost from the moment I'd first seen her got even worse.

 

I was doing some laps in the pool that night, slowly but surely. I was always a lot more comfortable with Miss Kurosawa coaching me, ready to pull me out if I had a panic attack, but I felt confident enough to do some simple warm-ups in the shallow end of the pool on my own.

 

As I finished my second set, I got out and looked around. I checked my watch, and looked around again. The sun was slipping towards the horizon but it was still bright out over the pool.

 

She was late. This was not like her at all. Worry sprang up in my mind.

 

Had something happened? Was she okay?

 

Don't panic, I told myself. There's no need for alarm. Just calm down, she's only a little late… See? There she comes now.

 

Something seemed wrong though. She was walking a bit unsteadily, cheeks flushed, one strap of her bathing suit hanging off her bare shoulder. I gulped as my face heated up.

 

“Miss Kurosawa? Are you all right?” I asked, standing up and walking towards her. As though just now noticing me, she waved.

 

“Hey Takeshi! N-Nice to see you… Sorry I'm late…” She explained with a slight slur to her voice. She stumbled and I reached out an arm to steady her, touching her bare shoulder. I gulped at the warm contact, as it seemed to be almost electrifying. Miss Kurosawa sighed again, wobbling a bit. I smelled sake.

 

“I really didn't want to go,” she stated, almost to herself as much as me as her gaze wandered, her expression depressed. “I really didn't want to… I like coming to see you Takeshi. I really do,” she added, smiling a bit at me. I nodded, carefully leading her over to a bench and helping her sit down.

 

“But she had such big news,” Miss Kurosawa slurred, eyes narrowing in anger. “Such big news she would pay.” She snorted, and I sat next to her. I had to keep her safe, Miss Kurosawa being this drunk? I didn't know how drunk she was but judging by how she'd been walking…

 

If she drove here it's a miracle she didn't get killed…

 

“She was celebrating! Celebrating that she'd gotten herself a young stud!” Miss Kurosawa continued, growling in anger. “Bragging that she's got him every day and night whenever she wants him! Always getting her off, always available…”

 

I was silent. She was probably talking about Miss Tanizaki, though from what Miss Kurosawa had already told me it was a little hard to believe.

 

“A student! Would you believe it? She's got a student fucking her, she's got to!” Miss Kurosawa snarled, waving a fist. My eyes widened.

 

“A-A student?”

 

“Yesh… She is that desperate,” Miss Kurosawa hissed. “She'll fuck a student! A student! She… I can't believe it! Her?!” She ranted. I nodded again, not sure what to say to that. My main focus was on keeping Miss Kurosawa safe.

 

“I mean, why the fuck her?! Why not me?!”

 

I started. I stared in utter disbelief at her, but she was serious. Despite her drunkenness she was dead serious.

 

“Why… Why wouldn't any student want me?” She went on, angry tears spilling out of her eyes. “I'm helpful! I'm kind! I'm beautiful, aren't I?! SO WHY DOES SHE GET THE STUD, HUH?!”

 

She began sobbing in earnest, and I felt compelled to wrap my arms around her, just like she'd done for me those weeks ago. I grimaced as I got hard again, but it couldn't be helped. Minamo… Miss Kurosawa needed comfort, and I wouldn't let my dick get in the way.

 

Metaphorically speaking, that is. Literally she was pressing up against me, my hardening dick against her stomach. She pulled back enough to look me in the face, eyes puffy and red, tears still leaking down her cheeks, mouth slightly open. She was beautiful.

 

“Am… Am I just a Christmas cake, Takeshi?” She asked. I shook my head.

 

“No, Miss Kurosawa… You're very beautiful,” I admitted, blushing even harder. She looked down, and I nearly died right then as I followed her gaze to the bulge in my trunks. Instead of screaming and pushing me away though… She looked back into my eyes, a predatory smile on her face. My dick twitched at that smile.

 

“Call me Nyamo,” she purred, reaching her arm around the back of my neck and pulling my lips to hers. For a few moments I was in pure shock.

 

She's kissing you… She's kissing you! Yes! YES! She's all yours!

 

A small, stubborn part of my mind, however, refused to be so easily defeated. Even as her tongue dueled with mine, a part of me was yelling to pull away and stop it before it went any further. I promised to keep it from going any further, the moment she stopped kissing me.

 

“Miss Kuro-“ I began as her lips left mine, both of us panting slightly. The rest of the `Kurosawa', however, devolved into a squeak as she pulled my dick out of my swimming trunks and settled down on her knees in front of me. She grinned up at me as her warm, soft hand slowly moved up and down my length.

 

“I said, call me Nyamo,” she repeated, pulling down the other strap of her bathing suit and revealing as much of her breasts as she could. My jaw dropped at this. Her skin was healthy but not tanned, her breasts perky and firm. My eyes focused on her areoles in particular, pink and pebbled caps on her breasts.

 

“Like that, do you? You'll like this even more,” Nyamo smirked, bending down and taking the crown of my dick into her mouth. I hissed at the sensation, she was so warm, and her tongue licking around the hole…

 

I thought it couldn't get any better, until she lowered her head even further, further, until finally the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. I leaned back, moaning as she continued to deep throat me with ease, part of me wondering where she'd learned this and the rest not caring, as long as she kept doing it to me.

 

All too soon, I felt the pressure inside me release, and with a low moan of her name I orgasmed into her mouth, watching as she swallowed every drop before releasing me from her mouth. Nyamo smirked as she licked playfully, kissing my dick and nuzzling it. I moaned as she did so, already getting hard again under her persistent attention.

 

“God I've wanted to suck you off forever,” she moaned, one hand reaching down between her legs and pulling the crotch of her bathing suit to the side. I could barely see her labia from this angle, but I didn't miss her sliding two of her fingers into her vagina, all as she continued to suck, lick and kiss my cock like it was the last penis on Earth.

 

“Have you come in my mouth… Over my tits… In my pussy,” she went on, grinning deviously up at me. “Would you like that, Takeshi? Would you like to come in my pussy?”

 

Nyamo pouted sensually, temporarily stopping her masturbation to pull her bathing suit down to her waist. I could only stare, shocked, aroused, and amazed as she stood up, sliding out of her bathing suit entirely and letting it hit the cement. Her hips, her breasts, her long legs, her shaved labia…

 

“Yes,” I spoke quietly. She smiled playfully.

 

“Yes what?”

 

“Yes, I would like to come in your pussy,” I spoke with as much sincerity as I could muster. Nyamo put both of her hands over her shaved labia and spread her lips apart, letting me see and smell just how turned on she was. Her pussy was glistening, practically dripping over deep pink folds.

 

“Then fuck me,” she breathed. “I want you… Fuck me, Takeshi.”

 

I stood up, pushed her to the cold cement below, spread her lips with my fingers, and began pushing in. We both groaned at the sensation, her at being filled and me at the warm tightness I was entering.

 

Slowly, slowly I pushed in, to avoid hurting her and coming too soon. She reached up and grabbed my ass, spreading her legs wider, urging me to push all the way in.

 

In return I grabbed her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, loving their warm and firmness. I'd have bent down to kiss and suck at them but considering how tall I am that would be very uncomfortable. I settle for kissing her deeply as I keep sinking in.

 

Finally, our pelvises met, and I froze there, panting, holding myself over her as if in preparation for a pushup. Her mouth was wide open as she breathed hard, eyes closed.

 

Staying like this for a few moments, she opened her eyes and moved her arms up to the sides of my face with a warm smile.

 

“It feels so good,” she murmured, and I groaned quietly in agreement.

 

“Take it slow…” Nyamo whispered.

 

“Okay,” I replied, pushing myself back up, centimeter by centimeter, before slowly pushing back in. She bit her lip and wrapped her arms around my neck as I continued, keeping a steady pace. Pulling herself to my ear she whispered:

 

“Faster, please… Faster… Just like I imagined…”

 

I obliged her, moving a bit more quickly. I groaned as I felt my orgasm approaching again.

 

“I… I can't-“

 

“Clench your stomach muscles and think about the dentist,” she moaned. “I'm almost… Almost…”

 

I did as she asked, gritting my teeth. I strained as hard as I could, feeling her contract around me, hearing her breathy moans in my ear, her arms and legs wrapping around me…

 

In desperation I reached down to her sex and clumsily tried to find her clitoris. Glad I'd paid attention in health class I began rubbing her, spreading her juices around as I stimulated her furiously. When she shrieked I felt more fluids gush from her sex, to which I moaned and emptied myself inside her.

 

Her arms and legs fell back to the pool tile, as I slowly pulled out and sat on my knees, breathing hard. I looked at her sex, slightly amazed at how much white semen and clear lubricant from her was leaking out into a small puddle on the pool tile. Dazedly she reached down and scooped up some of her combined fluids and brought her fingers to her lips. I watched, entranced, as she licked her fingers clean before smiling at me.

 

“Mmm… Tastes good,” she murmured, eyes closing and body going limp. A brief bout of panic was soon relieved-Miss Kuro-Nyamo was just sleeping.

 

Sleeping… After having drunken sex with her student.

 

I decided to panic later. At the moment she needed to get indoors, as did I. Cleaning her up as best I could, I carried her to the still-open nurse's office and cleaned her up. The school was, thankfully, mostly deserted at this hour. I didn't want to explain what I was doing with a naked, unconscious teacher.

 

I set her down on a cot in the office and settled in with her, unwilling to part with the warmth of her body. I tried to push her away, punish myself for what had happened… But I couldn't.

 

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When she woke up hours later, she went into hysterics. Apologizing to me over and over, sobbing and begging forgiveness. I told her I wasn't sorry, and the feelings I'd kept bottled up over our time together. I told her I expected nothing, that this was just how I felt and if she didn't feel the same way… I wouldn't speak of it ever again.

 

That was when she kissed me… And we made love all over again.

 

We continued to see each other at the pool-Sometimes making love and sometimes simply talking, spending time together. I learned how to swim, my fear replaced with happiness in just being with Nyamo.

 

When summer comes, I believe I will tell Kanji I cannot make it to his family retreat. I still have much to learn from Nyamo…

 

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