Welcome to Wales,
Published by Baby Ice Dog
© Dave Franklin, 2017
Cover by James at Go
I’d been thinking about
Keiko’s nipples, whether they were brownish or pink and what
kind of moans she’d make if I ever got to suck on them when I
became aware of the silence in the office.
I sat up, crossed my legs under
the table and looked round to see Nora coolly sipping her latte as
her parents regarded me with their inscrutable Korean faces,
apparently waiting for some sort of answer.
“Ryan,” Mr Park said.
“Yes, yes...” I
offered my boss my best smile. “Just didn’t get too much
sleep last night.”
He nodded and stroked his bow
tie. “So what you think?”
“About the... textbook?”
“Oh, definitely Face
to Face. Much better
Mr Park pulled on the tuft of
grey and white hairs drifting down from his chin and glanced at his
wife, who was fingering the small gold cross on a chain around her
neck. She made a note and then our weekly staff meeting shifted to
the dynamic subject of the new board markers, giving me the chance to
slip back into my Keiko sex world.
Keiko, Keiko, Keiko...
How had this girl become my
number one wank fantasy? I’d taught much prettier and shapelier
students. I guessed there was just something about her – the
cute way she clutched that blue ring binder against her chest, those
tiny bows and her ultra-politeness.
Then again, never having nailed a
Japanese girl probably played its part.
Or maybe it was simply down to my
last three Friday nights out on the town drawing a sexless blank. Was
I losing my touch?
There was no way I’d act on
my Keiko fetish, though. Really. Teachers shouldn’t –
“Yes...?” I jerked my
head left as Mr Park rapped the table. He was staring intently. Given
the school’s precarious lack of new blood, this probably wasn’t
the best time to be upsetting the boss. I shifted uneasily in my
“This boy in love,”
Mrs Park said, prompting Nora to snort and put her coffee down.
“I said, Ryan... that a
student of your... Slaven, we had him let go.”
“Go...?” I couldn’t
help glancing across at Nora. Had The Snoop struck again? “But
“He was caught smoking on
the fire escape stairs,” Nora said.
“So? He was outside.”
“We have a strict no
smoking policy within a hundred feet of the building.”
I sighed, knowing there really
wasn’t any point in continuing the attempted defence. Why give
Nora the satisfaction? No doubt she’d called him into her
office and done her demented footy ref impersonation, issuing a red
card to add to the yellow and orange ones he’d already
accumulated for some other utterly trivial infractions. And, of
course, daddy always backed his little girl.
But goddamn it, I liked Slaven.
He was a good lively student who’d greatly contributed to the
“He was also caught using
his smart phone in class,” Nora continued. “As well as
speaking his own language in the kitchen.”
Speaking his own language?
Are you kidding?
What are we, Nazis?
I squeezed the bridge of my nose, determined not to reply. One
day, Nora Nose Around, one day...
I turned to Mr Park. “Do we
have any new students on the way?”
Mr Park looked uncomfortably at
his wife, apparently wishing her to field the question. She shook her
head before touching the corner of the leather-bound bible on the
table. I dully waited for her to say something like God
will provide but the
fleeting contact with the holy book had seemingly provided enough
I sighed. If things didn’t
pick up soon, I’d be joining Peter out the door. And if that
happened, I doubted God would be offering to pay the rent.
“It is difficult time,”
Mr Park said during a particularly animated wrestle with his sparse
chin hair. “We thought some South American students on way,
but...” He grimaced. “All visas cancelled.”
“Don’t worry, Ryan,”
Nora said, picking fluff off her immaculate two-piece pant suit.
“You’ve been here so long that you’re almost one of
us.” She smirked. “I take it you’re coming to my
I nodded, thinking it best to
that I’d rather be bloody anywhere else on a Friday night than
having dinner with a pair of conservative Christians and their
nit-picky, pain-in-the-arse daughter.
“Of course. Happy birthday.
And as it’s your special day, try not to red card anyone.”
“Can’t promise. I
mean, all these different cultures and beliefs.” She smiled,
revealing sharp little teeth. “Don’t you think every
student needs to be told what to do?”
“Adele, you go with Sasha,”
I said as I stood at the whiteboard, having just finished explaining
a list of words used for describing people. “Michelle with
Andrea, and Ahmed with Kurt. Keiko, as we have an odd number of
students, perhaps you’d like to be my partner.”
Some of the students tittered and
hooted as Keiko broke into a grin, stood with her ring binder against
her chest and made her way to my desk with her head down.
“Don’t listen to
them,” I said, with a dismissive wave. “They’re
just jealous they won’t get their picture drawn by me.”
Keiko bowed and sat. “Teacher,
you make me pretty?”
“I’ll try. Make sure
you make me handsome.”
“Easy, teacher,” she
“OK, class.” I
clapped to get their attention. “Now don’t forget to
a description of your partner underneath your picture. Use the words
I’ve taught you – tall,
and all the rest. One paragraph, OK?” I held up a finger. “One
The exercise was a tried and
tested bit of fun and I was looking forward to working with Keiko,
even if my artistic skills bordered on the retarded. It was also a
good chance to observe her at close quarters without being pervy.
Once again I tried to work out exactly why she’d pushed her way
so forcefully into my head. She was prettyish, rather than beautiful
with small, dark eyes and black, centre-parted hair streaked with
brown. She didn’t have any facial moles. In fact, her skin was
like alabaster. I wondered if there were any moles on the rest of her
body and what it would be like to peel away her clothing piece by
piece to find out.
Fashion-wise, she was a bit
clueless. Her baggy, long-sleeved shirt did nothing except suggest
small breasts while her dark blue shorts and tights only underlined a
fondness for mismatching styles. I did like her warm, open smile
(that revealed slightly wonky teeth) but figured my growing obsession
was much more to do with her personality, graceful movements and
noticeably submissive nature.
We began our respective
portraits, which somehow resulted in me depicting her as a skinny,
bulbous-headed alien. Even by my standards of creative butchery, it
was truly bad. I quickly finished off the description but pretended I
was still busy as it enabled me to watch her delicate hands at work.
She seemed to be trying quite hard, occasionally glancing at me as
the other students boisterously laughed and joked among themselves.
I smiled, wanting to say Well,
you show me yours and I’ll...
Instead, I coughed behind a hand. “Um... This is my drawing of
I turned the pad around, causing
her to shriek and put a hand over her mouth.
Not me! Not me!”
I held up both hands. “Sorry,
sorry, but I’ve never been able to draw.”
She laughed and wagged a finger
at me. “Bad teacher.”
“No, bad drawer.”
I indicated her picture. “Your turn.”
She flashed a smile and turned
her pad around to reveal a sharp, convincing close-up of my face with
particularly detailed eyes. The girl had talent.
“That’s really good,
“Thank you, teacher.”
“I teach you English, you
teach me how to draw. OK?”
“Yes, teacher.” She
smiled again as I noticed she’d signed the portrait underneath
with a really clumsy attempt at joined-up writing. I read her
description: My teacher
is handsome and good looker. He is black hair that is short. He is no
beard. He is young and tall.
“That’s very good,
Keiko, but remember what I said.” I pointed at the passage. “We
plus adjective and has
plus noun. He has
black hair. He has
no beard. OK?”
“Yes, teacher.” She
offered the drawing. “You want keep?”
“Of course! It really is
very good.” I slipped it into my bag. “Thank you very
“Teacher, I show you other
photo.” She pulled out her phone and began swiping the screen.
I gritted my teeth. It would be
just my luck for Nora to pop her head around the door and catch me
with a phone-holding student.
“Keiko, you’re not
allowed mo – ”
“Just quick second.”
She frowned. “Ah! Here it be.”
She got off the chair and
crouched alongside. I couldn’t smell any perfume, just the
clean fresh scent of a newly washed body. It was appealing,
invigorating even. How good would it be to casually lean against a
bathroom wall and stroke my cock as I watched her shower? And then
yank open the door, drag her out by the wet hair, bend her over the
Since teaching Keiko, I’d
really got into Asian porn. It was always great to find a vid in
which an oriental woman lay on her back all passive and inert. I
liked the way they turned their faces away with their eyes squeezed
shut making silly little noises as some well-hung westerner pounded
them. It was almost as if such women didn’t like sex, that
they’d been pressured into it and were only putting up with it
to please their man. Not that I cared. To be honest, that submissive,
semi-rapey shit was a real turn on.
Would fucking Keiko be like that?
Would she look away, shut her eyes and make silly squeaks as I
concentrated on my selfish pleasure and got ready to shoot over her
smooth white stomach? Christ, I wanted to drench her in cum, to cover
every inch of her.
“You like, teacher?”
I glanced at the photo that had
been taken last week when I’d covered the topic of food and
asked everyone to bring in an example of their country’s
cuisine. I had my arm around Keiko’s shoulders as she leant
into me with a big smile flashing a two-fingered peace sign. I was
pulling a mock-grimace while stuffing some of her homemade tuna
into my mouth. As I studied the image, I couldn’t help
wondering if her pussy smelled like her fishy homemade treat. Would
it taste as nice?
“Very nice. You’ll
have to send it to me.”
The electronic buzzer went off in
the hallway, indicating the end of a good, productive lesson. The six
other students immediately stood.
“OK, everyone. Thanks for
all your hard work this week. Have a good weekend and don’t get
too drunk.” They laughed, even though I pretty much said the
same thing every Friday afternoon. “I’ll see you on
The students filed past, smiling
and waving. I turned to clean the board, aware Keiko hadn’t yet
She turned, making sure everyone
was gone. “Teacher, you get me private?”
“I can’t, Keiko. I’ve
told you this before. It’s against the rules.” She
frowned, listening with her head down as she picked at the corners of
my terrible sketch. “My contract. Mr Park doesn’t allow
it. I can’t take money from the students. He doesn’t want
us to fraternise with the students or see them outside of school at
Keiko nodded, probably
understanding very little of what I’d just said, which was
hardly surprising as I’d used the ridiculous word fraternise.
Keiko, however, hadn’t finished.
“I come your house? You
I was tempted to put my arm
around her waist, bury my face in her neck and drink in her fresh,
clean scent. It was getting harder and harder to say no.
“Keiko... I can’t. Mr
Park say no... You don’t want me to get fired, do you?”
She shook her head, but then
smiled. “You get fired and teach me your house?”