I watched in utter shock as she swayed her cakes away from the podium in full view of 900+ pairs of eyes.
The silence was tangible.
The testosterone levels shot to dangerous level as every guy silently devoured her backside.
The wolf look on Bwana Principal’s eyes was that of a wolf looking at guarded sheep. The guy was starving to have his share of that bum!
All this time, I was silently scanning for potential competitors. A game plan was vital if I was to woo Aphrodite.
But my “Nyakua Aphrodite” mission was momentarily aborted as I resumed relishing her.
There was no way I was going to miss out on assessing those ass-ets.
She had the kind of backside that Kim K would kill to have.
Oh! I know what you’re thinking, and you are definitely wrong. Nicki’s bump would have passed for a bee sting compared to Aphrodite’s rumps.
I bet she was “ASS-matic”.
To be honest I hadn’t seen so fine a back end all my life (of course I’ve seen even better ever since).
For the umpteenth time, I felt blood rush southwards. The need to pocket was imminent. Don’t ask why.
Eventually she walked out of sight.
I was relieved.
She had subjected my tiny adolescent self to so much emotional (and physical) torture. Ha-ha. Yeah. I was tiny back then.
Bwana Principal cleared his throat, a tad too loud. I bet he was summoning some blood back to his brain. He needed a clear mind to wind up the morning assembly. After a couple of warnings and “fatherly advice”, he dismissed us.
I couldn’t wait to settle down in class and formulate a plan. Getting Aphrodite before anyone else was all I could think of. And, God help me, I was not going to rest till she was mine.
It’s funny how I never thought of the age difference all that while. The repercussions of what I was about to do had not crossed my mind as well.
I never suffered for my actions later on anyway.
Armed with a very active brain (I wish it was always that active) , a pen and paper, I set down to work. Yes, it was that serious. No taking chances.
30 minutes later, a list of all I had to do was safely tucked in my shirt pocket awaiting action. There was no time to waste.
The timetable at the back of my diary was my next stop.
Boy oh boy! Was I lucky or what?
The chemistry lesson would commence in a few.
I rubbed my palms and smiled.
…TO BE CONTINUED. ..
Waiting….