Izuku spends his weekends helping his teacher, Kayama-sensei, cleaning her swimming pool. What should have been a harmless task grows into something more between the pair. Can he handle this responsibility?
The sun was bearing heavily on Izuku as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm. He looked in agony when making the regrettable decision of helping Nemuri Kayama with her swimming pool.
He dropped the brush as he looked at the scum, algae, and dirt littering the pool. The pool was wide as an Olympic-sized pool, Izuku thought to himself. In his mind, it would take hours, if not the whole weekend to clean the pool. He sighed as he knew it was a challenge he asked of her. Also, he was doing the task alone.
"Everything okay, Izuku," asked Kayama-sensei as she looked from her patio balcony.
Izuku looked to his wonder as she was wearing a blue two-piece bikini that hugged her in all of the right places. Judging of the swimwear, he knew it had to be imported. What was amazing was to see his teacher's golden side. Her hair was flowing in the air. Amazing look for her, especially if there hardly any wind.
"I'm okay," replied Izuku. He was lying, but couldn't admit to telling the truth. He wanted to go home. He was tired of being in the heat. But, her beauty was hindering his better judgment. In the end, his hormones were the champion. "Just taking a break."
"That is fine, my dear," she said. "When you are finished with the three-foot part, come inside and wash up for lunch. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, ma'am," he answered while giving a thumbs up. She turned away from the balcony and Izuku returned back to the task at hand. He cursed himself and his classmates for not making their end of the bargain.
I thought all of you were coming. You said, "it wasn't every day for a hot teacher wanting our assistance." "There was a chance we were going to see boobs. Maybe she offers us some extra credit." What a bunch of cowards and wimps!
He grabbed the brush and resumed his work.
Earlier in the week, the very attractive popular teacher of UA High asked for the assistance of helping her with her swimming pool. She offered those that help some money and an opportunity to swim in her pool. Of course, the boys drooled of the thought of seeing her in a bikini. Why not? She was one of the most, if not the only, attractive teacher in their school. Izuku knew of the incentives and excitedly raised his hand in anticipation.
After school, the invitation to Kayama-sensei was the talk of the school. Whispers and murmurs of the intended weekend were looming through the ears of the boys and the girls. It was passed through notes in class. It was talked about through email and social networks.
It was definitely a topic during gym class. Coincidentally, it was sexual education week and the boys were drooling with the intent of the hint of seeing a woman's private part. Izuku and his male classmates sat with excitement in the crowded classroom as the teacher showed images of a woman's private part. Because of the conditions of the prefecture's progression on sexual awareness, schools were given permission to show the anatomy of humans in graphic detail. He didn't want to think about the multitudes of hard-on's coming from the boys in the room. It was already looming in testosterone. He was also cringing because he, too, was thinking of sex.
Talking about sex wasn't quite as taboo in the Midoriya household. He had overheard his parents discussing it amongst themselves or in the company of close friends. He was well-acknowledged about condoms and other contraceptives. He had heard many stories from friends about their siblings and their sexual conquest with their significant others.
As he sat there watching the anatomy of a vagina, he heard the rumor mill discussing the idea of it belonging to Kayama-sensei. Like a bolt of electricity, the idea struck him. The vagina was a shimmering white, the same color as Kayama-sensei, maybe. His eyes glazed as he looked with awestruck. He wondered about what wonders could it do and what he could do with it.
Then, that embarrassing moment happened. One of his classmates, Katsuki Bakugo, pointed at Izuku's erection. The class cornered him. He was centered as they stared in undying amusement. It didn't help that his teacher turned on the lights. He became a laughing stock that day.
That night, he still couldn't get the idea of Kayama-sensei out of his head. What did she look like outside of her clothes? In her bra? In her panties? Naked? Then, the tingling feeling of an erection came. Although familiar with masturbation, he became scared of his new discovery. So much so, he had never tried it among himself. Instead of talking about it with his parents, he tried going to bed; trying his hardest not to think about.
The day before their visit, the boys were gathering under the bleachers outside. Many of them, including Izuku, were talking about the ideas on what they would do with Kayama-sensei.
I hope she is wearing a bikini.
Let's drop something so we can give her an excuse to bend over.
Let's get her into an "accident" where she loses her top.
Just being there is enough to pop my top with her.
I think Deku already had the privilege of that.
Izuku turned red from the sudden outcome, but it quickly went away when one of the boys decided that they were going to take pictures of their beautiful teacher.
Take a picture in her bikini? That is a great idea!
I saw it in a manga that I read. Imagine what kind of killing we can make?
Dude, we can make some funds. Serious coins.
Yeah, many boys throughout Royal Woods wouldn't mind popping their tops from Kayama-sensei.
We should sell them for $15 a pop.
$15? Are you crazy!? She is a goddess! I am selling these babies for $29.95.
As many bickered back and forth between pictures and prizes, Izuku was still thinking about what Kayama-sensei would be wearing. More importantly, the image of a vagina still loomed in his brain. Once again, it gave him an itching feeling in his pants. He excused himself from the group and spent the rest of the afternoon in Nurse Shuzenji's office.
The day of the invitation, Izuku was ready. Just in case he doesn't face embarrassment from his peers, he wore loose clothing. His shirt was loose and his swimming trunks were very baggy. He was going to make sure that he wasn't going to embarrass himself with any surprising boners.
As he stepped out the front door, he received a text from one of his peers, Eijirou Kirishima.
Dude, we have a problem. There are a lot of us that can't make it there. Either our parents can't take us or we are not allowed to go.
He texted back.
That sucks. That is too bad. It sucks that I am doing this by myself. But, I will let you know what happened after I am finished.
He got a response back.
Actually, we have a favor of you to ask. We know this isn't your nature, but please, Deku. For the great good of men and men everywhere.
He texted back.
What is it?
He got a response.
Take some pictures for us of Kayama-sensei. Please, dude, we are begging you. If you take some pictures, we will leave you alone of your boners and we will get you a part of the proceeds for our pictures.
He frowned at the response.
I am not going to do that. Then, she will think I am the pervert.
He got another text.
Please, dude, we are begging you. If you do this, then we promised not to bother you again. We will do whatever you want. Hell, we even take credit. Just please, please, PLEASE do this.
Izuku did a loud audible sigh.
If I do this, then you won't bother me?
He got a response.
Scout's honor. I promise. On my mother. Please, we will leave you alone.
Izuku sighed. He began texting.
Okay, I will do this. After that, I am done. Then, you must promise not to pick on me again.
He got another text.
I promise. Thank you, Izuku!
Izuku swallowed nothing but fear as he knew that he was not only going to represent the class for cleaning her swimming pool. He was also going to serve as the photographer for the class's gravure. Or their personal spank bank, he thought to himself. He frowned knowing he was now part of the guilty party.
Once clearing the algae of the three foot part of the pool with bleach and pool solution, he rested on the steps. Judging from the shadow of the chair, he had to be working for a least a couple of hours. Seeing the depth and the width of the pool, this was only the beginning of the hard work.
I am starting to think about why she asked us, boys, to do. Cheap labor? Then yet again, does she know?
He suspected from time to time if she knew if she was the object of the boys' affection, Izuku included.
No, she wouldn't. As beautiful as she is, she must have a husband. Or at least a boyfriend. A girlfriend? Nah!
"Izuku."
His thoughts were interrupted when hearing Kayama-sensei calling his name from the patio.
"Come inside and cool off," said Kayama-sensei with a smile. "I also made lunch for us as well."
"Yes, ma'am," answered Izuku.
He got from the top and walked into her house.
Her house wasn't a big house. It was rather a small cottage. It gave him quite a garden-like feeling. Rose bushes and magnolia trees filled the cottage with an alluring smell. With the treatment of the foliage, he knew that Kayama-sensei took care of her garden. He entered the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table. At this time, she was covered in a beach towel. However, her top remained exposed. She came from the microwave and passed him their lunch.
"It isn't much, but something as a token of my appreciation," she said with a warm smile.
It was donburi, a rice bowl dish with fish. Not a particular favorite of Izuku's, but he appreciated the effort that Kayama-sensei made for such a hard, tedious request. He smiled as he took a bite of her food. It wasn't bad, he thought. It could have used a little seasoning, he added. He ate the meal while she was taking a bite.
He noticed how delicate she was eating. It appeared that she took pride in her appearance.
"You did a great job on lunch, sensei," he said in between bites.
She wiped her face with her napkin. "Thanks, Izuku," she said. "It is the least I can do to show you how much I appreciate this."
"Anytime," mentioned Izuku.
"I don't get much help from others," she said. "I tend to keep to myself. It is not easy living by yourself in Musutafu."
He was now aware of her having no relatives in the area. He decided to ask her a personal question.
"Where are you from," asked Izuku.
"I am from a nearby prefecture," she replied. "But, I grew up all over the world. In the Dominican Republic, Spain, France, Nigeria, South Africa, England, and back to Japan for high school."
"So, your parents were outsourced salarymen," asked Izuku.
"Partially correct," she said. "My parents were in partnership with the Americans and joined the Peace Corps."
"That explains your easygoingness," said Izuku.
She giggled. "Yes, sir. But, I mostly identify with the cracks of the whip to assert my authority." It was followed by a wink.
"Sure, I think," he said. "I have another question. Pardon me, if it sounds rude."
"Ask away, Izuku," she said with another smile. "You have always been a modest child."
"Okay," he said while swallowing. "Are you...are you...are you in a relationship?"
Izuku was frozen in fear of his question. Kayama-sensei gave him a blank stare but returned to a warm smile. "Surprised a young boy your age is even thinking of relationships."
He shook his head. "It wasn't that. It was...it was just curious is all."
She flicked his nose. "Oh, poor, poor Pinocchio." She rubbed her face. "You aren't the first boy that asked." She put her napkin down. "Yeah, I am single."
Izuku relaxed his shoulders. "Okay, just wondering is all." He stepped from the table. "I think I am going to get back to work." He bowed. "Thank you for lunch, sensei."
"No problem," she replied with a warm, gentle smile. "Glad to be of service."
He returned back to the pool where he continued working on parts of the swimming pool. He continued working until he began noticing the sun began disappearing from the horizon. As he was stepping out of the pool, he caught sight of Kayama-sensei. No longer was she wearing her two-piece. She replaced with a plain white T-shirt and short jeans. Seeing her hair in a ponytail was beautiful, he thought. Not only that, seeing her wearing revealing clothing as it hugged her was becoming too much. He was fortunate that his clothes were covering his boner.
"Izuku," she said as she walking to his direction. "I just got a call from your mother. She wants you home right now."
"What about the pool," questioned Izuku.
She put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. Come back tomorrow and you can continue."
He shook his head as he was going on his bike.
"Izuku?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Can you come a little bit earlier tomorrow? There is something I need help within the house and it is going to require some assistance. Is that okay?"
He nodded his head in agreement. "No problem, sensei. I am happy to be of service."
"Thank you, Izuku," she said. "Good night."
"Good night, sensei."
She continued waving to him until he saw her away from his sight. As he walked with his bike back to his house, he realized he forgot to do his photography task. He put his head down.
"Tomorrow is Sunday. I have no choice but to do it then."
To be continued….