Hello, fellow ISS readers. I am back to writing stories after a really long time. This story revolves around me as the protagonist, and other characters shall come and go as the story progresses. For the story to have the POV of both male and female characters, I will try to write most parts in third person.
Monika was thirty-four, five-foot-three, and weighed about 160 pounds. Her porcelain skin contrasted beautifully with her long, straight black hair that flowed to her waist. Her deep brown eyes carried a quiet depth, the kind that told stories of both joy and heartbreak.
Regular gym visits had given her a fit, sculpted posture. She was slimmer at the waist, with stronger thighs that spoke of discipline and resilience.
Born in Himachal Pradesh, India, Monika moved to the United States when she was very young. She grew up in Delaware, where her parents held firmly to their Indian roots and values. Monika, however, was always the family rebel—trying to balance those traditions with the culture she’d grown up in.
Every year, she visited India with her parents. After finishing college, she worked for a few years as a teacher in a state-sponsored school in Wilmington. Then, her parents found a match for her in Rajasthan, India—a young man from a respected Rajput family.
The family appeared modern and open-minded, and Monika, though uncertain, decided to go along with the proposal. The first few months after the wedding were blissful. But after a year, the whispers began. Her in-laws, relatives, and even neighbours started to hint and gossip about her not having a child.
The pressure grew unbearable. Monika and her husband tried everything—every possible conventional and unconventional method—to conceive. But after a year of disappointment, the truth came crashing down. The doctor’s report was final: Monika could never become a mother.
The news shattered her. Her in-laws, unable to accept it, began to turn cold and cruel. They wanted their only son’s lineage to continue, and slowly, they poisoned her husband’s mind. Arguments followed—bitter, ugly, relentless. Eventually, the marriage collapsed under the weight of blame and humiliation.
Monika returned to her parents’ home in Wilmington, her heart heavy with shame and grief. Her parents knew little of the truth. They had only heard of the constant quarrels. They were disappointed, unable to understand why their daughter’s marriage had failed.
The local South Asian community—Indians, Pakistanis, Bangladeshis—fed on gossip. Questions, stares, and whispers followed her everywhere. Her parents’ home, once her refuge, became suffocating.
Determined to start over, Monika decided to take up teaching again. She wanted to move far away—somewhere no one knew her, somewhere she wouldn’t be judged. The idea frightened her, but the thought of staying was worse.
After months of searching, she found a position at a state-owned boys’ school near Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The school primarily served the African American community around Atlantic Beach.
Monika hesitated. She had heard unsettling stories about the neighbourhood—stories passed around by the same gossipy circles that had once destroyed her peace. But she told herself not to judge, not this time.
Her joining date approached quickly, and she began hunting for an apartment. Everything within her budget was in or near Atlantic Beach—right in the heart of the community she’d been warned about. Still, she wanted to be practical.
Then she came across Mike. Mike was a local property broker (at least Monika thought so). His profile picture showed a bald, middle-aged man with a dark ebony complexion, a grey beard, and kind but serious eyes. When Monika mentioned her situation and the school she was joining, Mike’s tone changed.
He told her that his son attended that same school—and that she would likely be teaching him. Mike was warm and courteous, his voice calm and genuine. Monika assumed it was because she’d be his son’s teacher.
He mentioned he had a small studio apartment just outside the main neighbourhood that he used for storage. The rent was reasonable—almost too reasonable—and he promised to have it cleaned and ready before her arrival.
For the first time in a long while, Monika felt a flicker of luck. She agreed, grateful and nervous all at once.
For the first time in her life, she had arranged everything on her own—a job, a new city, and a place to live. As the day of departure drew near, she felt the fear in her chest soften into something else.
Something like hope.
On the day Monika was supposed to come, as she landed in Myrtle Beach Airport, she informed Mike about her arrival and asked for his address to come pick up the keys and sign the agreement, and stuff. After noting down the address, she took a cab to the address that Mike had given her.
As she reached the place, she was a little nervous and excited too about being out on her own for the first time in her life. She had not even informed her parents where she was going.
She had only left them a note saying she had found a job in a different state and not to search for her. She would just be writing to them from time to time.
Mike was a 56-year-old man, African American, with Deep ebony skin tone, a bit chubby but really tall, around 6ft 10in tall. He was bald but had a beard which had turned patchy grey, and thick lips. His skin seemed pretty thick on his face, too, with patches of fat on his face as well.
He had a very intimidating presence until he spoke, at least for the start of the story. He spoke in a light and kind tone in the beginning few months. He was a little mysterious. I just thought he liked to be reserved and never shared much about himself.
Jason, Mike’s son, is a 19-year-old boy in his senior year in high school (which is equivalent to 12th grade in India). He was tall like his father, almost 6ft 3in. However, unlike his father, he was skinny, had black hair styled in a round afro and mid taper fade style.
He had this young energy around him, freely talking and selecting his words carefully as if there was a motive behind.
Coming back to the story. Monika reached the address that Mike had given her. She double checked it while clumsily dragging her two luggage bags to the door. She rang the doorbell, hoping to be at the right place.
After a minute or so, she saw a huge dark man in a baggy jean and a t-shirt open the door, his head almost hitting the top of the entrance door. Monika stood there, wearing a white shoe. A white sleeveless crop top showing off her flat abdomen and stretched belly button, and a denim jacket.
A denim cargo that doesn’t totally stick to her legs. But just enough for the imagination to figure out the curve beneath. Both their eyes lingered over each other more than they should have. Monika, realising so, got a little hassled and just broke eye contact.
She said, “Umm.. Hi Mike, right?” Hearing Monika speak, Mike came to his senses as well and, with a smile, said, “Oh yes, and you must be Monika. Please come in,” He said as he moved a bit and called a name, Jason. At which a skinny, tall boy came to the door.
Mike signalled him to get Monika’s bags in. As Jason came to help, Monika helped with one of the bags, and just smiled at him a little awkwardly as she saw him looking at her a bit weirdly, as if he hadn’t seen a woman before.
As we came in, Mike said to Jason, “Kid, she’s Miss Monika, and she is the new teacher at your school and our new tenant at the studio apartment.” As Monika listened to Mike giving her introduction, she stood patiently.
She watched as Jason greeted her with a smile, “Hello Miss Monika,” to which she replied, “Hello Jason…And it’s just Monika.” Just then, Mike interrupts, saying, “Jason, go get water for Monik.” Then he turns to me as Jason leaves and adds, “Her, your agreement, and keys.”
He hands over the papers and keys to me as his fingers brush a little against mine. Unbothered by the touch, I read through the agreement and signed it. After Jason returned, I drank some water. I was about to leave. Mike asked Jason to help me with the bags and show me my apartment.
Monika and Jason left for her apartment and walked through the streets, usually deserted at this time in the evening, as it was at the edge of the neighbourhood. We finally reached the apartment.
Monika stepped into her new studio apartment, the keys still warm in her hand, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in her chest. The space was hers now, a fresh start in a city that had always felt both intimidating and alluring.
She crossed the couch, took off her denim jacket and sat there in her white sleeveless crop top. Her white skin shining on her arms, shoulders, and waist, she signalled Jason to sit as well. Jason walked up to her and sat beside her on the couch.
His lanky frame filled the space with an innocent charm that belied the intensity of his gaze on her. Jason’s eyes, a deep shade of brown, roamed over her curves with an audacity that made her shift uncomfortably. Monika’s top gave away a good amount of her cleavage.
She now wondered if it had been a mistake to remove the jacket. “So, this is your place,” Jason said, his voice low and husky, carrying a hint of youthful confidence. “It’s nice, you’re going to love it here,” he murmured, his scent – a mix of youthful sweat and cologne-filling her senses.
Monika forced a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. “Thanks for showing me around,” she replied. Her voice was soft, unaware of the ideas Jason was brewing in his mind. Monika felt a pang of sympathy for the boy, so young and clearly missing her mother.
Mike had informed her, during their chats earlier, that his wife had passed away a few years back. “You’ve been a big help.” Jason’s smile was disarmingly sweet and innocent, easing off the tension brewing in Monika, as he said, “Anything for you, Monika?”
Monika now relaxed with the consciousness and tension in her fading away, and accepting Jason more as a curious, innocent young boy who has missed his mother growing up. Her mind even started to build a soft sympathy corner for Jason.
“So, Jason, how’s school? And how far is it from here? What’s the best way to commute?”
Jason, now more focused on the conversation than on Monika’s body, replied, “OH, well, it has been boring at school, but I think it will be fun now that I have a sweet teacher like you. What courses are you taking up? It’s about 30 30-minute drive from here, if you have your own transport, or you could take the bus in the morning.”
Monika laughed and replied, “Hahaha, I hope I can make school fun and interesting for you. Well, I have been asked to take up Physical Education and Dance under the Fine Arts elective. Oh, I don’t have a vehicle of my own yet. Maybe I would take the bus, and sure it would be easier for me if you showed me the routes for the first few days,” Monika said, being grateful that Jason offered to help on his own.
They chatted for a bit, and Monika suggested, “It’s already late, and I should get to unpacking my luggage, don’t want to be getting up late tomorrow on my first day.” She got up from the couch and started to unzip her bags near the wardrobe.
While bending, she gave away her peachy ass shape to Jason’s view. He was mesmerised now, not being able to control himself much, and blood rushing in his crotch giving him a semi-hardon. Jason hoped to be around a little longer, as he couldn’t just get enough of looking at Monika’s body.
He had never been out of his neighbourhood much. Although he had been with girls, Monika, a fair Indian woman, seemed like a trophy to him now. He was calculated and not trying to be hasty around her, and walked up to her and said, “Oh, let me help you, get this done quicker then.”
Monika was surprised when Jason offered to help and thought to herself, “How sweet this kid is and how lucky I am to have met such nice and kind people.”
Although she appreciated the help, she humbly replied, “Aww, dear, thanks for the help, but I will manage. I don’t want you to do so much of my work already, after all, I am supposed to be the fun teacher, right?” She laughed and said, trying to be grateful and humble yet keeping a lighter tone to the conversation.
Jason, wanting to stay a little longer, said, “Oh, this is nothing. Why don’t you get fresh, and I can get done with arranging these in no time?”
Monika noticed that Jason insisted again, and she didn’t want to be rude to the boy, so she just smiled and said, “Umm… ok if you say so… But don’t blame me later for making you work so much.”
She said and took a comfortable set of night wear (a pink sleeveless crop top and matching shorts) and a towel, and went to the attached washroom to take a bath.
Jason was glad that he could stay longer with Monika. He said, “Haha, don’t take me for a complaining kid either,” he said. He admired the perfectly shaped silhouette of Monika walking into the washroom.
Monika noticed the latch of the washroom was jammed and couldn’t latch the door. So, she thought to bring it up to Mike later, and just closed the door without latching. I just thought to wash her body a little rather than having a complete bath.
So, she undressed herself into the white lingerie she was wearing beneath and started to wash her arms and legs. Hardly did she know that the door had parted a little behind her. As Monika went to the washroom, Jason continued to arrange Monika’s wardrobe.
This was the first time he was looking at a girl’s wardrobe. He was fairly surprised by Monika’s fashion sense, and even in disbelief that some of those clothes would fit Monika. His surprise turned into excitement when he opened Monika’s second bag.
He saw her huge collection of lingerie, bikinis, and swimsuits. He even imagined watching Monika in those swimsuits in his mind, which gave him a big, hard-on.
He was a little nervous too, so he just looked back to check if Monika was still in the bath, to his amazement and luck. What he saw was much more than he was already imagining.
As Jason noticed, the washroom door was a little ajar —just ajar enough. He could see glimpses of Monika, too. He got really excited, and his heart throbbed at the moment he was in; the reckless teenage mind got into play.
Although nervous, the teenage curiosity got the better of him. He slowly moved near the washroom and started to peek in without making a noise. He saw Monika there in her white bikini, her voluptuous body wet and gleaming under the light.
Monika was the definition of a perfect woman in Jason’s mind. He couldn’t help but rub his already hard cock while taking in the view he was getting. And for some reason, he wanted to masturbate to her later when he got home, so he took out his phone and started to record and click her pictures in that condition.
After a bit, he rushed back to arranging the wardrobe and even sneaked one of Monika’s bikinis into his pockets. As Monika finished, she changed into the nightdress, the top was fitted to her, comfortable yet giving a good view of her waistline, and navel with a piercing.
On top, it just had enough depth to give enough view of her cleavage to let the imagination do the rest. Her shorts fit well around her big ass and thighs. He ended where her thighs start to curve for her ass cheeks, in a teasing manner.
Monika came out and saw Jason standing at the door as if he were in a hurry.
She saw that he had already arranged the wardrobe, at which she was surprised by his speed and said, “Oh, it seems like you are quite experienced in arranging wardrobes, haha.” and walked back to the couch and towards Jason and asked, “What’s the matter? Are you in a hurry?”
Jason was a little nervous about sneaking Monika’s bikini, having a big hardon which he was trying to hide. His testosterone was going on a high with the view he just had. To make it worse, the short nightdress Monika was wearing was teasing enough for him to get even more excited.
But he didn’t want to be reckless and knew if he stayed longer, he might do something stupid. So, he said, “Oh no, there were hardly any clothes. And yes, Dad called, he had some work.”
Monika smiled and thought what a sweet kid Jason was. I had an impression that he was raised right by his dad. So a bit impressed, she smiled and said, “Oh, ok, just one thing, can you tell me what time I have to be ready for the bus tomorrow morning, and from where I would need to board it?”
Jason thought a little and his mind conjured a plan on the go for tomorrow to get a little closer to Monika, and he said, “Oh, you’ll be ready by 8 AM. I will show you the routes tomorrow.” Jason hoped to be around Monika already.
It was like being around Monika had filled his head with constant dopamine, and he wanted it more and more. Monika got a little relaxed and happy too that Jason offered, and said, “Oh, that would be great.” She was filled with gratefulness for the warm behaviour of Jason.
She was thankful for all the help he offered on his own, making this transition in her life, which seemed scary, a little smoother. Hence, as a gesture of gratitude, she stepped closer to him and stretched her arms, leaning into him and gave a formal hug to Jason.
She said, “ See you tomorrow, then, Jason, and thank you so much for all the help. I really appreciate it.” And she parted with a smile.
Jason, nervous still, itching just to get away, knowing he didn’t want to be reckless yet. He wasn’t really ready or even expected the hug when Monika hugged him. His body even shook a little in surprise as Monika leaned onto him.
It was just a little out of the box for even Jason. He was really touchy and direct with the girls around him, but not Monika. As she parted, he realised how nervous he was and didn’t even hug her back when she did.
But this somehow let his extroverted personality, which was cautious around Monika, come over him a bit. He responded, “Oh, that’s not a big deal, especially if I would get a hug from a beautiful lady for helping.” He waited to see how Monika would react.
Monika understood the stiffness in Jason’s body when she first hugged him. She took it as the teenage nervousness of being around a woman, but it was normal for her to hug someone casually. So, to relax Jason a bit and be friendly with him, considering how kind and good he has been with him.
She said a little blushing on the cheeky compliment, “Aww, dear, haha, sure.” This time, she hugged Jason more freely and more than a formal hug just to be friendly with him. Jason was surprised to see Monika offering herself for another hug.
He thought to himself, “Looks like she liked the hug herself.” So the extroverted Jason, now in his actual character, hugged her back. His arms reach around her back, and one of the arms rests on the back of her waistline. His big dark hand was resting on her bare waist just above the fabric of her shorts.
He noticed how soft Monika’s skin was and how full her body felt in his arms. The feeling of Monika’s breast, big yet soft enough, pressed on his lower chest. All this made Jason’s cock pulse a little more in his shorts. He just thought Monika might have felt it too, so he just parted the hug.
Monika felt Jason leaning a bit this time for the hug. He was a bit tall for her, and so she tiptoed into the hug too. She could feel Jason being much more confident this time. His hands felt a little rough, but his body was firm against hers.
Just then, she felt like Jason’s hard-on jerked a bit in his shorts and poked a little on her tummy. She was surprised at it and nervous; she parted the hug too. She didn’t want to react awkwardly and said, “Goodnight, Jason.” As he left, she closed the door.
She thought for a moment about his hardon, which she felt. She justified it as normal for a teenage boy. He is a nice kid, but it’s only natural for the body to react, and his intentions seemed fine.
So what plan has Jason thought of for tomorrow to get close to Monika, why he took the bikini, why he took the pics of her in the washroom? I shall disclose in the next part.
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