Bus Romance

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A Love Affair on the Bus
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*This story is purely fictional*
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My acquaintance with her was purely accidental, and even years later, looking back, it still feels unbelievable…
At that time, I was a junior high school student, about to take my graduation exams. My family had high expectations for me,
hoping that I would continue to university, instead of going to a technical school as I had imagined. To allow me to study a little longer in
the morning when my memory was better, my parents would wake me up very early every day, busily preparing breakfast for me
(a large bowl of date porridge and two undercooked poached eggs, supposedly good for the brain), while also
loudly reminding me not to doze off when they rushed into the house to get something. They all work in factories, working very
hard . Perhaps out of their eagerness for their son to succeed, they often watched me leave before they started washing up, eating
, and hurriedly pushing their bicycles out the door…
Afraid of accidents on the way to school, I started taking the bus to and from school that
wasn't too far from home that school year. Since I started morning classes, I left home almost half an hour later than before
, which meant I was caught in the rush hour for commuters, often squeezed like a pancake when boarding the bus.
Anyone who's a "bus commuter" knows that when you're at the bus stop at the same time every day, you'll always see
some familiar faces appearing on time. And sociable people
will chat casually with their "bus friends" while waiting for the bus. That's when I started noticing her,
because she was a very sociable person, and she spoke very loudly,
and when she laughed, she seemed oblivious to everyone else. I felt a strong aversion to people like her, perhaps due to the student-like reserve and reserve typical of
that age. I always thought women like her were either "gossipy" or "uncultured"
...
But as time went on, I found myself inexplicably starting to like her. It wasn't romantic love,
but rather a feeling of unease, like I'd forgotten something, when she didn't come to catch the bus for some reason
. I also began to like her loud voice and hearty laughter, thinking how wonderful it would be if everyone in the world were as
cheerful ! After this desire to get closer to her secretly took root, I would often deliberately walk up to her, pretending
to look for the bus. Once, while I was secretly observing her, I noticed her shoelaces were untied.
I really wanted to use this opportunity to say something to her, but just as I hesitated and stammered in a voice softer than a mosquito's
buzz, "Auntie..." someone else beside me blurted out, "Teacher Zhou, your
shoelaces are untied!"
That's when I learned her surname was Zhou, and that she was a teacher. Later, from a few other people's "private conversations," I
learned that she used to be a ballet instructor in a song and dance troupe. Due to a car accident that injured her back, she had to give up ballet and
instead taught ballroom dancing to senior citizens at a university for the elderly. The days she didn't come to the bus were because she was going
to participate in things like a new store opening show with these elderly dance students.
One day, the school took our graduating class for a physical examination. Because of the blood test, we rushed to the hospital early in the morning on
an empty stomach . As soon as I got off the bus, I looked up and saw a
familiar figure among the people queuing at the registration desk. Looking closer—it was Teacher Zhou!
On the way here, I had been secretly regretting not hearing her tell jokes about those elderly dance students
, but I never expected to see her at the hospital. Our noisy group of students attracted the attention of everyone in the waiting
room as we entered. But Teacher Zhou seemed to be enthusiastically
talking to the people in front of her, not looking in our direction. I felt a pang of regret, because I had even prepared myself
to greet her with an air of knowing her yet not knowing her. Just then, the person talking to her noticed
us, stopped speaking, and turned to look at us over her shoulder. Teacher Zhou also turned around, and for a
fleeting moment, my gaze met hers! I stared blankly at her. She seemed startled, then smiled
and nodded, as if greeting me, before turning back to talk to her person. My mind raced:
I wondered if she had really seen me.
Then, the teacher called for us to line up quickly. My vision was blocked by the moving heads in front of me, but I
vaguely saw Teacher Zhou turn back to look at me again. And me? For some reason, my heart was pounding
incredibly hard. Even during the electrocardiogram, the doctor said, "This child, I told you to relax, why didn't you
understand!"
The next day, I made an excuse to go to school early for a mock test, leaving home early and rushing
to the bus stop. Several buses came and went, but I didn't get on. One driver even kindly honked at
me as I stood there, lost in thought. But that day, even after all the familiar faces had arrived, Teacher Zhou still
hadn't appeared.
I didn't see her for the next few days, and I started to worry that she might never take this bus again. Later,
I heard from an elderly woman who had studied dance with her that Teacher Zhou had taken her sick son back to his parents' home in another city, and it would probably be
a few days before she returned. It was clear that everyone here missed her. Those days
felt incredibly long, my heart filled with a complex mix of hope and despair. Several times I mentally calculated how much time I had left
to wait for the next bus, even hoping that she would suddenly appear after all the people she usually talked to had left,
so she would realize that I treated her differently from those who had spoken to her. But when I had to get on the bus, and she
still didn't appear from the direction she usually came from, a sudden wave of disappointment would wash over me, followed by a desperate wish
that I was on my way home, so I could look forward to the next morning…
Half a month later, she finally returned. She still had a radiant smile, showing no sign of
the anxiety . Only when people kindly inquired about her child would a fleeting shadow cross her face, but it was always
brief, and she would quickly change the subject. Back then, I often eavesdropped on her conversations, and would
often secretly chuckle at her funny parts. Although I tried my best not to let her notice,
she caught me a few times. Once, she even laughed when she saw me pretending to rub my neck while actually chuckling.
She laughed even louder.
Her laughter… was truly beautiful…
The exam date was approaching. My parents' worries grew heavier each day, and they even offered to take me to
school every day. But how could I want that! I said my classmates would gossip, but my parents said
what matter, let them laugh; I also said the teacher would write
something like "not good at taking care of themselves" in my conduct report, which was perhaps a reasonable explanation.
After my parents gave me a thousand and one reminders about safety and studying hard, they let it go.
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Since I started school, I've always hoped time would pass quickly, and I longed for summer to arrive soon. Because when
the cicadas chirped their tender little songs, it meant that the two-month-long summer vacation was not far off. But that year
, apart from the hour I spent reciting English texts absentmindedly every morning, I always wished time would
slow down, and slow down even more. My parents had already chosen a "good public school" far from home for me and
were borrowing money from relatives and friends. If I didn't pass the entrance exam, they wanted to send me to
a private school with excellent teachers and high tuition fees. Although I already understood and appreciated my parents' hard work for me, I was
still worried that the day would come too soon: I wouldn't be able to wait for the bus here anymore.
However, summer came exceptionally early that year. Even in early June, the rising sun cast a scorching
heat. Torrential rain often poured down in the middle of the night, stopping and starting, continuing until dawn. During the rainy
season , many people carried rain gear regardless of whether it would rain. But I was afraid of
being laughed at by my classmates for carrying an umbrella on a sunny day, and I didn't want to add any more weight to my already heavy schoolbag. To convince my parents not to
force themselves, I would often, just as my mom was about to stuff an umbrella into my schoolbag, ignoring the yolk of a half-cooked egg dribbling from
my mouth, hastily recite a proverb I'd learned from my textbook: "Just look at the clouds, and you'll know it won't rain. "
My mom couldn't help but laugh at my antics, so she'd discuss it with my dad, saying the school wasn't far and they could just
drop . I was quite pleased with myself for convincing them with my "knowledge from the textbook." Unfortunately
, man proposes, God disposes. One time, shortly after I left home, a sudden downpour began.
Large raindrops seemed to pelt the earth and pedestrians with fierce force. I quickly pressed down on my bulging schoolbag
and ran towards the bus stop. But when I arrived, the small area under the bus stop was already packed with people;
it seemed quite a few people, like me, knew how to read the weather. So I had to use my schoolbag to shield my head from
the wetness and messiness of my carefully combed hair, which I'd been reciting my lessons at the same time. As I looked around, I witnessed the most unforgettable scene of
my life ...
Teacher Zhou was waving at me!
The rain was pouring down, and it was rush hour; vehicles and people braving the rain were practically crawling along the roads
. Buses hadn't arrived for ages, and many people were starting to curse and yell at the weather. But I felt like
I was basking in bright spring sunshine, and I thought the cityscape created by this torrential downpour with its dark clouds and howling winds
was truly magnificent! Standing side-by-side with Teacher Zhou under the umbrella, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her
body , my heart was pounding in my chest!
At that moment, I was probably the only one in the world who wished the rain would wash away the roads. Teacher Zhou also
started to get anxious, holding the umbrella while peering towards the direction the bus was coming from. In that instant,
the back of my head bumped into her chest. Oh my god… a dense, chilling sensation shot from my erection straight to
my toes , almost making my wildly beating heart stop!
She noticed I was exposed outside the umbrella, smiled apologetically at me, and casually, yet with an
indescribable tenderness, wiped the water droplets from my hair. I, however, seemed still immersed in that less than one second
of contact, almost dazed, only vaguely hearing her ask, "Where do you go to school?"
But I answered irrelevantly, blurting out my name. She paused
for a moment, but didn't repeat herself, smilingly saying, "Oh, Xiao Wei, which character is it?"
So I told her the character and where I went to school. In the wind and rain, no one noticed what
the two of us , one big and one small, were talking about. Teacher Zhou wasn't speaking to me with her usual loud voice;
her voice was so gentle and soothing, making me want to rely on her and be closer to her. Unfortunately,
I was completely at a loss, unsure how to initiate a conversation. Just as we were exchanging
words, the bus arrived, and the impatient passengers surged forward. We were lucky enough to be among the first
to board. I immediately spotted two empty seats side-by-side and was about to invite Teacher Zhou to sit with me when a
young man in a t-shirt took them first. Teacher Zhou saw this too and gestured for me to sit in the other seat, but
I didn't want to sit alone! Luckily, there was an elderly woman next to me, so I gave
her my seat. Teacher Zhou stared at me wide-eyed, feigning surprise, then nodded vigorously
with an approving expression.
I remained standing next to Teacher Zhou, not saying anything more, but my heart was filled with excitement and satisfaction.
The car was driving slowly, frequently braking due to cars stopping ahead. With so many people and so much traffic, I often lost my balance
, almost leaning into Ms. Zhou's arms. She was also often thrown
towards . Some short-tempered drivers started yelling at the driver for being incompetent, but I secretly hoped
for more of these braking maneuvers, because Ms. Zhou and I were getting closer and closer, almost touching!
At that time, I wasn't very tall; my head only reached Ms. Zhou's ear, while she was a former actress and
quite tall. At first, I was simply overwhelmed by the joy of being so close to her, unaware of
what was happening. But gradually, I felt a certain part of my body undergoing a rapid change. Every
time our bodies touched, my lower abdomen would bump against her thigh, and my genitals... even though we were wearing pants
, I was terrified she would know... I instinctively tried to pull away, but then a sudden stop caused
us to collide heavily again!
Ms. Zhou seemed to sense something. I didn't dare look her in the eye, but out of the corner of my eye I saw her lower her head
and glance at me again. However, she didn't say anything, nor did she move away. Just then, the bus began to pull into the station.
A middle-aged man carrying a large bag was about to get off the bus behind her. He must have bumped into her, because she moved closer to me
. This brought my entire lower body to her hips, making me both embarrassed and aroused!
I don't remember how I said goodbye or how I got off the bus; I just felt like I was escaping
. But that night, I masturbated for the first time… Although many of my classmates
were dating, and rumors of who had been with whom often circulated in the classroom, for me
, my first feelings for the opposite sex came from someone much older than me, and those feelings were so intense
, so uncontrollable! Even when I was staring blankly at my textbook, that unforgettable
scene . I started to fantasize, though these fantasies were still naive and simple, like those of someone experiencing first love, but enough to make
me lock my bedroom door and immediately lie down on the bed when I couldn't bear it anymore…
But… the pressure from the college entrance exam and my family was mounting, and this day finally
arrived amidst countless prayers in my heart to "let it pass slowly, let it pass slowly"…
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Fortunately, my grades weren't too bad. Although I didn't do well in one subject, I was still
accepted into that "good public school." My parents were very happy and said they would reward me handsomely, having my father take ten days
off to take me on a trip. Although it was a place I had always wanted to go, at this moment I couldn't
forget the figure that had haunted my dreams all these days: if I didn't find a way to get closer to her, even just to speak to
her again, I might never have the chance in this lifetime. So I deliberately declined my parents
' kindness in a very sensible tone, saying that I should save the money for when I went to university. When my mom heard me say this, tears
streamed down her face. She said they would definitely grant my wish if I asked. I told her I wanted to
join a swimming training class at my old school to get in better shape. My dad, standing nearby, happily told
my mom not to cry. He always said things like, "Why are you crying so happily? Xiao Wei means getting in better
shape you can study harder. Why are you so upset?" My mom's shoulders trembled even more, and
she hugged me tightly, half-crying and half-laughing...
The swimming training course lasted a month and a half. To avoid heatstroke for some weaker students, all practice was
scheduled in the morning. Of course, I had known this beforehand beforehand, which was why I wanted to participate. However, the school's swimming pool
was very small, so the training class was originally only open to current students. Fortunately, I did well on my exam this time, which made the school
feel proud. Therefore, when I asked the head of student affairs for permission to participate, he immediately agreed. I
called my dad and then went to meet up with some close friends who were about to go their separate ways. When I got home that evening, I found
a brand-new, stylish tracksuit already laid out on my bedside table.
Wearing new clothes always gives me an inexplicable sense of self-satisfaction, even though unless you're a strikingly beautiful
girl, nobody really notices you. That day, I deliberately styled my hair in a way that I thought looked good
and walked briskly towards the bus stop. I'd been waiting for the bus here for almost half a year; though we didn't talk, I'd gotten to know some of the regular
passengers quite well. In a good mood, I couldn't help but smile and greet them from afar
. As I approached, one of them jokingly said to me, "Oh my,
where ?"
At that moment, a Jin Yong novel was playing on TV, featuring a womanizer named "Ouyang Ke." Of course, I knew
he was teasing me, but I was too lazy to reply. I just smiled and stood aside, "waiting for the bus"...
"Why isn't it here yet..."
I suddenly felt ridiculous looking around in the bright sunlight, and the moisturizer on my hair
seemed to have solidified, sticking stickily to my forehead. Just as I was about to turn around and stand in the shade, I
saw her walking gracefully towards me, still smiling. I suddenly felt incredibly stupid, focusing only
on the direction she usually came from, not realizing she was coming out of the shop behind me. Ms. Zhou was
carrying a large bag of juicy grapes, clearly just bought from the store. She walked up to me, about
to speak, when the person from before said, "Wow! Such big grapes! Ms. Zhou, which
sweetheart ?"
Hearing this, Ms. Zhou turned and smiled, replying, "You can't say anything nice! Who would I be with
?" As soon as she finished speaking, everyone around burst into laughter. The person, seeing he'd been rebuffed,
also chuckled awkwardly and fell silent. Ms. Zhou turned to me again and asked, "Did you finish the exam? How did it go?"
"Hmm, not bad," I nodded, but I didn't know what to say, even though I'd thought of
many .
"Have some grapes, they're so sweet." Teacher Zhou pulled a large bunch of grapes from a plastic bag.
"No, no..." I hurriedly tried to push them away, but she pushed them into my hand instead. A jolt of
electricity quickly pulled my hand back.
"Eat them, don't be shy!" Teacher Zhou placed the grapes in my hand. "I bought them for my son."
"Oh... well... thank you, Teacher Zhou!" I thanked her profusely.
At this moment, the person suddenly became energetic again and said to me, "Why thank me? Say 'thank you, Mom'!
Hahaha !"
Everyone burst into laughter again. Seeing that I didn't know how to retort, Teacher Zhou casually picked a grape and pretended to
throw it at the person. The person dodged, and Teacher Zhou stopped, laughing and scolding loudly, "Why can't you do that?
I love him, I can't bear to..." Before she could finish speaking, the grape in her hand
burst open on the person's forehead!
Seeing the man's disheveled appearance, everyone burst into laughter, even Teacher Zhou was doubled over with laughter, and I
couldn't help but laugh out loud too. I thought her laughter was the most beautiful sound in the world, and she was the most
beautiful person in the world…
After stopping laughing, Teacher Zhou noticed the swimming trunks and cap in the plastic bag I was carrying, and asked,
"Going swimming?"
"Yes!" After the earlier incident, my tone became more relaxed, and my voice became
much louder. For some reason, I suddenly thought of her son and asked like an adult, "How is your child?
"
Teacher Zhou brushed her hair back with her hand and smiled as she replied, "Much better, he's back."
As we were talking, a bus pulled up, and people boarded in twos and threes. There weren't many people on the bus, so I sat
comfortably next to Teacher Zhou, eating grapes and chatting happily with her. The whole ride
was almost entirely question-and-answer. Little did she know, I was deliberately bombarding her with questions like a machine gun, because I
was afraid of wasting the precious time I'd been waiting for, and there was so much I wanted to say! Just
as I was about to get up from my stop, Teacher Zhou asked, "When are you free to come visit me
? My child keeps pestering me to find him a playmate!"
Hearing this, I was more than happy to oblige! I readily agreed, "Okay! Sure!" But before I could even ask
how to get to her, the bus had already stopped...
Watching the bus carry her away, I stared blankly at the grapes in my hands, then at
my swimming gear... I quickly took all my hats and other items out of the plastic bag, put the grapes inside,
tied a tight knot, and ran into the school gatehouse to ask the janitor to find me a shelf where I usually put newspapers
. Only then did I slowly walk through the teaching building towards the swimming pool. Hearing the "splashing"
sounds of people jumping into the water, I thought: Luckily I thought of that in time, otherwise these grapes would have been snatched up by you all!
After swimming, I saw that I still had some time, so I hurried home. I pulled out a few bills of my saved allowance from
the notebook , rushed to the bus stop, and just then a bus arrived, so
I immediately got on. Actually, while swimming, I wasn't listening to the coach's instructions at all. My mind
was preoccupied with how to remind Teacher Zhou not to forget to invite me over. I have to admit I sometimes have a lot of
clever ideas . I immediately thought of buying a toy and saying it was for her son, which would be a good way to remind her
.
After buying the toy, I got home close to noon. Mom had already prepared lunch and was waiting for me. Seeing me
come back with a Doraemon toy and a bunch of grapes, she asked me in surprise where I'd been. I replied that after swimming, I'd gone to
a classmate's house, and the toy was borrowed. The grapes were a gift from my classmate's mom. Mom laughed
, urging me to eat quickly, while shaking her head and saying I was really stubborn, still wanting to play with toys.
Of course, I "returned" the toy the next day, and the remaining grapes stayed in the refrigerator for
five days before I finished them…
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The coach had something come up and couldn't get away, so the training class was suspended for three days!
After , I immediately called Ms. Zhou to ask if I could go to her house. Ms. Zhou said, "Not today,
how about the next day?" Of course not! I readily agreed. After hanging up, I let out a long
sigh of relief , only then realizing that my chest and back were covered in sweat!
I had already made plans to go to the movies with a classmate that afternoon, but just before leaving, I suddenly didn't want to go anymore.
I thought, forget it, I can just say I had something come up at home and can't come, and I'll ask him to go another time.
I took off the clothes I had just changed into and sat blankly by the window, Ms. Zhou's
image and smile floating before my eyes. Unconsciously, my body started to feel strange again, and it seemed like the room was getting hotter and hotter.
I could even feel the sweat dripping from my chin and flowing down my chest to my stomach. I was sitting less than
an arm's length away from the electric fan, but I didn't seem to have the strength or the energy to turn it on.
My hand unconsciously reached down to my crotch, and the image of Teacher Zhou in front of me gradually became blurry…
What was she like…?
The next day, when we met at the station, she saw that I was still carrying a bag of swimming gear, so she smiled and gently patted
the back of my head, whispering, “You little rascal!”
I had never felt
so . Watching the scenery outside the window rush past, especially when the bus had already passed the school gate and
I didn’t have to get off, I felt that the world was truly wonderful! But when I
turned my gaze away and we smiled at each other, I was again disturbed by the wild thoughts I had had the day before.
Teacher Zhou’s house was located behind a cluster of high-rise apartment buildings, a beautiful Western-style single-story house.
Although the paint on the exterior walls was starting to peel, it was still very new and clean inside, and
more than twice the size of my own house.
As I sat on the living room sofa, looking around at the furnishings, Ms. Zhou led her son into
the house from the backyard. He was about seven or eight years younger than me, but clearly quite frail. Even though
he was just a child, I felt a little shy and only said "Hi" as a greeting. The
boy smiled at me shyly, his smile resembling Ms. Zhou's. Seeing us
standing there dumbfounded, Ms. Zhou said to her son, "This is the little Wei I've been telling you about." She then told me her
son 's name was "Chen Chen." Chen Chen then led me to his room and toy display, while Ms. Zhou
prepared snacks and drinks for us in the kitchen. I noticed the Doraemon toy I had given him was placed in a very high and conspicuous
spot ; it seemed Chen Chen couldn't have put it there. My mind raced with wild thoughts: Was she placing it there intentionally
, and did she often mention me to her son?
Just then, Teacher Zhou came in and called us to get something to eat. I noticed she had changed into a very loose,
long t-shirt and baggy shorts, revealing her smooth, beautiful long legs. My gaze
lingered on her legs, and the image of me pressed so close to her on the bus flashed through my mind. But Teacher Zhou didn't
notice my strange gaze. Instead, it was Chenchen, that little devil, who noticed my stare. As Teacher Zhou turned away
, he gave me a heavy pat on the shoulder.
I jumped in surprise and quickly turned around.
"Is it pretty?" he whispered in my ear. He then gave me a mischievous smile, a hint of
teasing in his expression.
"What are you talking about? Why are you keeping it a secret?" Teacher Zhou turned and handed me a slice of watermelon, smiling as she asked.
"Hehehe..." Chenchen, with a straw in his mouth and one hand fiddling with his toes,
said, "Nothing, nothing... Chenchen said he wanted to..." I instinctively tried to cover it up.
"Mommy, Brother Wei said Mommy's legs are so pretty!"
Oh dear! How could that brat say something like that! My head went blank for a second, and I immediately felt...
My neck was flushed red: "I didn't say that..."
Teacher Zhou glared at Chenchen with a pout: "Don't talk nonsense!" Then she gave me a reproachful look
, as if explaining to me and also trying to help me out, saying, "Mom is a dancer, of course my legs have to be pretty
!" After saying that, she looked a little embarrassed, a barely perceptible blush crossing her face...
I couldn't say anything, so I just kept my head down and ate the watermelon. Teacher Zhou laughed again when she saw this; I
had almost eaten the watermelon rind...
I sat on the ground playing video games with Chenchen for a long time, and my legs felt a little sore, so I got up and walked towards the courtyard in
the backyard . Chenchen stared intently at the tank he was controlling, and asked me without turning his head, "Brother,
where are you going?"
"I'm going to pee," I replied casually.
"The bathroom is on the left, go by yourself!"
I thought he was quite cute. Did I really need him to take me there? Thinking this, I walked towards the courtyard
. I had already seen Teacher Zhou move a chair out.
"Not there, it's behind!" Chenchen called again from behind.
"I know..." I replied casually, already on the garden steps.
Teacher Zhou was curled up in a large wicker chair under a tree, looking down at a book, a
cigarette , unaware that I was watching her from a distance. As I watched, my gaze
was drawn to something else on her: the loose neckline of her t-shirt slipped down her shoulder, revealing a thin black lace ribbon,
which stood out against her fair skin. I knew what it was, and my heart began to pound wildly,
a strange feeling rising within me...
"Meow..." A kitten darted out from somewhere, quickly disappearing beneath my feet.
Teacher Zhou looked up at the sound, just in time to see me staring at her intently. She quickly put her feet down and casually
tugged at the collar of her t-shirt. Smiling, she asked, "Can't sit still anymore?"
"No, I just came out for some fresh air..."
"Oh," Teacher Zhou seemed slightly surprised, frowning slightly before bursting into laughter. "
Would a cigarette?"
Confused, I smiled sheepishly and said, "No! I never smoke..."
"Hahahaha..." Teacher Zhou, seeing my blank expression, laughed so hard she bent over. "Right,
right... I know... I know... I mean all the windows are open, how could it be... hahaha..."
Only then did I notice that all the doors and windows, inside and out, were wide open. Right, how could it be stuffy?
"Come, sit down." Teacher Zhou shifted her body, making room for me, and
wiped away .
I responded and quickly went over. After I sat down, I suddenly realized
how .
Teacher Zhou put the book on the ground and explained, "When Chenchen was little, her lungs weren't good, so I
always kept the windows open when I was around."
"Oh..." I didn't dare look up at her, staring at the book on the ground, and then asked thoughtfully,
"And what about Uncle?"
"Hmm," Teacher Zhou paused, not expecting me to ask that. Then, in a deliberately
calm tone, she said, "He's gone!"
I realized that my question was impolite, but I didn't know how to change the subject.
"By the way, Xiaowei, how old are you this year?" Teacher Zhou also seemed to be at a loss for words.
"Fifteen, almost sixteen. I told you!" It was another child's habit of speaking quickly, an unnecessary
addition.
"Oh, right, right! I remember now. Then let me ask you, do you have a girlfriend?" Teacher Zhou asked in
a deliberately ambiguous tone.
"No!" I was also a little embarrassed, my face starting to turn red.
"Really? No way..." she deliberately dragged out the sound.
"Really!" I was a little anxious, almost saying, "If you don't believe me, I can show you my diary." Thankfully,
I didn't say that, because I had written a lot about missing her in my diary.
"Then you really are Mommy's good boy," Teacher Zhou said, shifting to a more casual
sitting position . I vaguely felt something cool touch my knee, and upon closer inspection... it was Teacher Zhou
's leg!
My leg began to tremble slightly. I didn't know whether to pull it back or keep it there, because I
was really afraid she would know I was shaking, and my throat started to feel dry, involuntarily swallowing.
Teacher Zhou probably noticed my unease, so she got up and smiled, saying she would get me a drink. Just then,
a leaf drifted down from above, carrying a large caterpillar, and landed right on her chest!
"Oh my god!" Teacher Zhou screamed in a shrill voice I had never heard before!
"What's wrong?" I jumped up and looked around.
"Quick...quick...caterpillar...Xiao Wei..." Teacher Zhou pointed to her chest, her voice already
trembling.
"Ah!" I looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a golden caterpillar, about the thickness of a little finger,
crawling towards her collar!
"So big!" I exclaimed, momentarily at a loss.
"Hurry up! Help me get it off!" Teacher Zhou started jumping up and down in a panic.
"Oh, oh, oh!" I replied repeatedly, but where could I find any tools? I hurriedly picked up a book from the ground and started
fanning it.
"Don't fan it like that! Don't kill me! Go get a chopstick!" Teacher Zhou's voice
became even shriller.
I suddenly realized what was going on and quickly turned and ran back into the house, blurting out, "Don't be scared!"
Once inside, I realized I had no idea where the chopsticks were. I spotted
the straw stuck in the drink can that Chenchen had drunk from, pulled it out, and saw that he had chewed it up beyond recognition. I thought I couldn't worry about
that now, I'd just have to make do!
I ran back to the yard and saw Teacher Zhou standing there, clutching her collar, too afraid to move!
"It's here! It's here!" I ran breathlessly to her and saw the worm already crawling along her
collar .
What am I going to do? I might accidentally fall in! I was completely at a loss.
Teacher Zhou bent down, pulled open her collar, and desperately tried to get her chest away from the worm.
Her chest suddenly came into view—that…that wasn't… I felt increasingly suffocated
and simply froze.
"Xiao Wei, what are you standing there for? Get it off!"
A single sentence reminded me, and I moved closer, making the area even clearer! But I couldn't care less
about the dizzying sight before me anymore; trembling, I brushed the insect off my collar.
Teacher Zhou let out a long sigh, collapsing exhausted into a chair. Still shaken, I sat down beside her
. Teacher Zhou looked at me with a pained expression, calling out, "Xiao Wei..."
Then she placed my hand on her chest, looking at me with teary eyes...
I couldn't believe what I was seeing; her hand was pressed so tightly against her chest.
Because I was still clutching the straw, my half-fist was painfully pressed down. But my fingertips
could clearly feel the softness of her breasts and the rise and fall of her cleavage! With her still-breathing breaths, that
softness and moisture became even more restless between my fingers, seeping down to between my legs! "
...
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy, what's wrong?"
Just as I was almost paralyzed with fear, Chenchen's loud shout came from inside the house, startling Teacher Zhou
and instantly bringing me back to reality. She seemed to suddenly realize she had just done something she
hadn't even considered. She quickly let go of my hand, stood up, straightened her clothes,
and gave me an extremely awkward, ambiguous smile, shouting loudly into the house, "Nothing..." before
hurrying back inside.
Watching her retreating figure, I looked at the straw in my hand and realized it was crumpled into a
ball. But my entire hand felt like it had been stung by a caterpillar, burning hot... On the way home, I almost bowed deeply
,
clutching my hands. I don't know how I got
home , and I didn't hear a word my parents said; they seemed to be asking why I hadn't come home for lunch.
While washing my hands, I stared at them for a long time, then decided not to wash them, afraid my mother would scold me if she saw.
I just held a towel in front of her and pretended to wipe them. After lunch, I made an excuse that I had practiced freestyle swimming and was very tired,
so I wanted to rest early. I went to my room alone and carefully plugged in the door...
As soon as I lay down on the bed, that image that made me lose my mind floated into my head... those black bra cups... those jade-
like breasts... that deep cleavage... my hand was pressed against them, and I could feel her pounding
heart and rapid breathing...
was it because of my hand?
And then... her long legs... and those barely noticeable pores and fine hairs on her legs...
I wanted to know more, and I couldn't help but start imagining whether that part of her body was... Like that
little girl who always pees at the door, I even regretted not going to watch porn with my classmates last time, otherwise I would
have known...
I curled up my legs, pressed my knees together forcefully, and quickened my movements... Soon, I was drenched
in sweat... I
was really tired, but there was also an indescribable sense of comfort... I tried hard to keep thinking about everything I had seen during the day
, hoping to bring it into my dreams...
The next day, I got up very early, but my parents were still asleep, and I realized it was Sunday. I left
a note saying not to save myself lunch, because I had to train at the swimming pool, which was quite far away, that day. I don't know
why felt an increasingly urgent need to be with Teacher Zhou, even skipping my usual
leisurely trip to the restroom and rushing to her house.
Teacher Zhou didn't have to teach on Sundays, so we'd agreed yesterday that I'd go alone.
The bus arrived just in time, and there weren't many pedestrians on the road, so I quickly reached the intersection near Teacher Zhou's house. I
sprinted up the last step of the ramp, drawing surprised glances from passersby. When I finally
stood before the large green iron gate, I let out a long sigh of relief, calmed myself down, and rang the doorbell.
"So early?" Teacher Zhou asked, somewhat surprised to see me.
"Um..." I felt a little embarrassed by her question and gave an awkward smile.
She smiled too and opened the door to let me in. I saw that she was wearing a pink nightgown; although it wasn't see-through
, it was still thin, revealing that she wasn't wearing any other underwear.
It seemed that Ms. Zhou had been woken up by me. As she walked ahead, she said that not
long , Chenchen's father came to pick him up, so she had originally thought she could sleep in, but she didn't expect me
to come so early. Hearing this, I said insincerely, "I'm sorry." "Ah..."
Teacher Zhou smiled and turned back to say "It's alright," looking at me with a tender, no, alluring
gaze . I thought she looked even more beautiful with her hair down, and the thought of Chenchen not being home
made my heart pound, as if the things I imagined might actually happen. We were already inside
, the curtains still drawn, dimly lit, carrying the unique scent of air left overnight. This scent made me
feel so intoxicated; I wanted to just lie on the sofa and imagine those dreamlike scenes.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" Teacher Zhou scratched her neck, looking troubled. I honestly answered
that I hadn't. So she went into the kitchen to make breakfast. I sat alone on the sofa, feeling strange being there alone
without Chenchen. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to use
the restroom, but I was too embarrassed to ask her where it was. After holding it in for a while, I finally couldn't hold it any longer. Just
as I was about to get up, Teacher Zhou came over with a glass of milk. Seeing me fidgeting and looking for
something , she asked what was wrong. I could only awkwardly say that I needed to use the restroom. She
didn't say anything, but it seemed to say that I couldn't even do this... "How dare you say that?" She led me to the bathroom door,
opened it for me, told me the toilet paper was on the shelf next to me, and then stepped aside to let me in before closing the door behind her
. Actually, I just wanted to pee, but when I stood in front of the toilet, I just couldn't pee. After finally
managing to pee, I was so worried about making too much noise for her to hear, so I tried to do the "
flow . But the more I tried to control it, the less I aimed, and instead, I made
a "whoosh" sound. Ugh, it's so weird, why do I seem to be bewitched whenever I see her?
After finally finishing, when I bent down to flush, I noticed a thin thread stuck to the rim of the white toilet bowl.
A hair! Curved, like… My heart pounded wildly. Could this be hers…? I haven’t grown that
long yet, and Chenchen certainly couldn’t have one. Who else could it be but hers?!
My heart pounded even harder, and my breathing became rapid. I wanted to flush, but my outstretched
hand, as if possessed, stuck the hair to my fingertip! I stared at it closely,
and accidentally dropped it onto the jar in front of the toilet. I quickly squatted down, picked it up, and casually put it in
my pocket. Then, like a thief, I swiftly opened the door and slipped out.
Back in the living room, Teacher Zhou was drinking milk and reading the newspaper. Seeing me return, she pushed the plate closer to me
, urging me to eat quickly. I looked at it: it was just like what my mom made—fried eggs! But this
time I didn’t feel nauseous at all. However, I was still
uneasy about having accidentally obtained something from her.
After breakfast, Ms. Zhou changed her clothes and asked if I would like to help her clean. Of course I would
! So I put in a level of effort I never had at school or at home to help her clean the windows. I nimbly climbed onto the windowsill
, and Ms. Zhou, while telling me to be careful, handed me some old newspapers, saying I should put them in my pockets so I wouldn't have to
climb up and down every time I changed the paper. I said it was fine, and that my pockets were too shallow. But actually
, I was afraid that this would pull out my "treasure" and I'd lose it!
Every time Ms. Zhou passed by me, she would stop and look at me with satisfaction for a while, which made me work
even harder. Her hands and feet were as quick as her words, and in less than an hour, the whole room was
spotless. Seeing that I was covered in sweat, she insisted that I take off my clothes and take a shower. I said
no , I'd just wash my face. She said how could that be? She had already bought me a set of clothes and wanted me to wear
them so she could see them!
Really? I couldn't believe my ears! So I quickly said, "Okay, okay," forgetting even to say "
thank you ." Teacher Zhou smiled and put her hands on my shoulders, affectionately pushing me to the bathroom
door. When I opened the door… my face flushed red! I was so guilty
I'd forgotten to flush! Before I could apologize, Teacher Zhou pressed the flush button, smiling and comforting me
, "It's okay, Chenchen always forgets to flush too." She then got me a bar of soap and squatted down
to retrieve a new towel from the bottom of a cabinet. She then left, this time only closing the door slightly, without
making a "click."
I was overjoyed, completely unaware that the door wasn't fully closed, and started taking off my sweat-
soaked clothes to shower. Just then, the door opened from the outside!
I jumped back in fright, quickly pulling up my half-undone underwear, and Teacher Zhou was already standing in front of me, holding the new clothes
. Ugh… I suddenly felt so embarrassed, and Ms. Zhou hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry
.” It turned out she hadn’t expected me to act so quickly; she had gone out to get me the new clothes first!
The top fit perfectly, but the pants were clearly a bit too small, covering me tightly in the front and back. I
didn’t care about that, and while continuing to dry my wet hair, I went out of the bathroom to show her.
But I couldn’t find her anywhere. Then I realized that after bringing the clothes in, she had also
taken the clothes I had left on the toilet seat and put them in the water to soak. Seeing her scrubbing them, I quickly ran over and told her not to wash them
, saying that I always washed my own clothes. She said it was okay, it was only this once, and besides, it wasn’t like
she was washing my underwear. Hearing her say that, and recalling how I had just stood there in my underwear, I
felt uneasy. I quickly held down the clothes in the water to stop her from washing them anymore, because I was worried she might see
that I had hidden her...
Seeing that she couldn't get my way, Ms. Zhou smiled and said it was up to me, then wiped her hands and went to find a plastic bag to wrap it
up . While she was doing this, I quickly checked my pockets, only to find that "thing" was really gone! I felt a surge
of tension, but then I thought, Ms. Zhou's expression didn't seem abnormal when she left, and she hadn't
turned her pockets inside out, so she probably hadn't seen anything. Just as I was thinking this, Ms. Zhou came back with the plastic bag, and I hurriedly stuffed
the clothes into it, then rushed ahead of her to pour the water into the sink.
Ms. Zhou watched my every move, both amused and annoyed. Seeing that I was already dressed in my new clothes, she said,
"Not bad! Very nice!" She grabbed my hands and led me to the living room window, saying, "Let me take a good
look ." She smiled at me, as if she was overjoyed.
I was about to say "thank you," but the words caught in my throat: It was like bringing up the very thing I shouldn't have—
how did that…that thing end up on Teacher Zhou's wrist?
Teacher Zhou, however, was too busy being happy to notice
the rapid . She lifted my hand, looked me up and down, and muttered to herself, "Hmm…the clothes
are nice, the pants are a little small…"
While she was looking at my clothes, I kept my eyes glued to her wrist, hoping I could blow
on it or it would fall off by itself
. "Turn back," Teacher Zhou said, her voice filled with joy, "Turn to the left…"
Turning her around like this, my eyes followed her every move, glancing left and right. She finally noticed me staring
at , looked at me with confusion, then at herself. I quickly looked away, pretending
nothing had happened.
"Alright!" Teacher Zhou said with satisfaction, "Do you want to watch TV? I'm going to take a shower, and then we'll
go out for dinner, okay?"
"Okay! But actually, it's not necessary..." I replied, wanting to be polite again.
"Little devil..." Teacher Zhou affectionately pinched my cheek lightly, and as she was about to pull her hand back, she noticed something stuck to
her wrist. She picked it off, held it in her hand, and looked at it for a long time... a full ten
seconds! I stared blankly at her hand. Perhaps she realized what it was, and
she made a face at me somewhat embarrassedly. I really hoped she would just throw it away so I could pick it up again.
Unfortunately, she simply held it in her hand.
Teacher Zhou came out of the room with her clothes, and seeing that I was still sitting there in a daze, she got me
a can of Coke and turned on the TV. Just as she turned around, she seemed to suddenly remember something, turned back,
and unplugged the decoder from the TV. Then, she pursed her lips, held up a finger in front of her mouth, and mysteriously squeezed it at me.
I winked and headed towards the bathroom.
I was watching TV, but my attention was focused on something I caught out of the corner of my eye: Ms. Zhou opened her tightly clenched
hand, glanced at the "thing" in her palm, and then looked back at me…
Had she noticed?
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Actually, I knew perfectly well why she had unplugged
the decoder—she was afraid I'd be watching those adult videos on Channel 4! But I didn't want to watch that stuff
; a surge of urge to peep at her showering welled up inside me. I'd noticed the louvered blinds under
the bathroom . But I didn't dare do it; what if she happened to glance over there
?
Yet, my heart was itching, and I couldn't resist the urge to get close to her. Even though the TV was loud
, and she had no idea what I was doing in the bathroom, I tiptoed past the bathroom and into her
bedroom. I immediately saw the pajamas she'd worn that morning on her bedside table, and underneath them was the black bra
I'd seen ! My reason completely crumbled. I picked up her clothes and took a deep breath: she
smelled so good…
My body swelled up instantly, and the small pants made it even more uncomfortable. Then
, driven by some unknown impulse, I suddenly unzipped my pants and pressed her bra against my
crotch rubbing it repeatedly, feeling all the blood rush to my head!
I lost my balance and sat on the bed, then lay down, frantically
rubbing between my legs…
Suddenly, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop. I jumped out of bed, quickly
putting my exposed parts back in place, not even bothering to zip up the pants. I hurriedly put the pajamas and bra back in their original positions
, ran out of her bedroom, and sat on the sofa, panting heavily with trepidation.
The bathroom door opened. Teacher Zhou came out carrying the clothes she had changed out of. I glanced at her sideways and
noticed her chest had sunk slightly. I thought, "It must be..." I wanted to tilt my head back a little more, but
she had already quickly gone into her room.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that my ears were sharp enough. But then, instinctively, I looked down and
was startled by my open door! I quickly tried to zip it up, but with my small pants and myself sinking into
the sofa , the zipper wouldn't close. I glanced at her door again and saw that Ms. Zhou had already
closed it. I stood up, very quietly, as if afraid she would hear even the sound of the zipper closing.
Then I took a deep breath and sat back down on the sofa.
"Xiao Wei! Xiao Wei!" Ms. Zhou's voice called from the bedroom.
"Ah, I'm here!" I didn't notice anything different in her voice.
"Come in!" Ms. Zhou called again. This time, I sensed something was wrong.
"Coming!" I replied, quickly got up, and rushed into the bedroom. I thought, "Could it
be Caterpillar again?"
“Xiao Wei…” Teacher Zhou looked up, her face streaked with tears.
I quickly took a few steps forward and asked, “What’s wrong, Auntie?”
“What’s wrong? Look for yourself!” Teacher Zhou glared at me fiercely, then raised her hand and threw a
dark .
When I looked, my mind went blank, and my head throbbed!
Inside the black bra cup, there was a drop of wet, slippery stuff…
I wished there was a crack in the ground I could disappear into!
“So young and already so lewd!” Teacher Zhou glared at me angrily, then raised her hand again: “Slap!”
My face immediately felt burning hot. Although my intuition told me that Teacher Zhou had pulled back her grip at the last
second , a wave of grievance and shame… washed over me, and tears welled up in my eyes!
Ms. Zhou seemed stunned by her own slap. She immediately stood up, cupped my head in her hands, and gently rubbed the spot where I had been hit with her
thumbs , stammering, "I'm sorry, Xiao Wei...
Auntie didn't mean to..."
Hearing this, tears streamed down my face like broken beads, and my shoulders began to tremble.
Seeing this, Ms. Zhou pulled me into her arms, lowered her head, and gently rubbed her tear-streaked cheek against mine...
A sudden pang of guilt struck me; I felt so sorry for her, for doing this when she wasn't around... But then
, when I felt my chest pressed tightly against Ms. Zhou's breasts, an uncontrollable
urge surged within me. My hands instinctively wrapped around her back, and I hugged her tightly.
Ms. Zhou held me even tighter, crying even harder, her entire weight resting on me. Unable to support her
weight, I stumbled back a step, my heel hitting the bed frame, and I collapsed onto the bed!
Ms. Zhou also fell down, only then realizing how tightly she had hugged me and how she had pressed herself
against me. She quickly sat up, her eyes still brimming with tears, staring blankly at
the black bra lying at her feet.
I sat up too, immediately seeing the white, translucent liquid that had dissolved into a puddle. Seeing
Ms. heartbroken state, I knelt down in front of her with a thud, tears welling up again.
"Auntie, please forgive me, I deserve to die... I won't do it again..." I pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Xiao Wei..." Ms. Zhou placed a hand on my slapped face, stroking it, but couldn't speak.
When Teacher Zhou's palm approached my lips, I couldn't help but purse them slightly...
"Auntie... forgive me..." Before I could finish, Teacher Zhou covered my mouth with one hand and
her own face with the other...
I felt her hands, her palms, were so soft... At that moment... I slightly parted my lips, and even felt the lines of her palm with
my tongue ...
I reached out and pulled her hands away from my face, but she covered my face with mine as well. At the same time...
at the same time, as if silently saying something, she gently kissed my fingers...
I don't remember how she pulled me up and hugged me. When her cheek pressed against mine again
, she kissed the clear handprint on my face, her throat choked with a low sob as if saying "forgive me..."
And I, boldly, kissed her face again and again... Gradually, I felt her
lips opening and closing. I hesitated for a moment, then closed my eyes tightly and bravely kissed her!
At that moment, I thought that even if I were slapped again for this, or even if she beat me to death, I would be willing. But I kept my hands tightly shut.
The crisp sound I was waiting for never landed on my face. I kissed her again, and
again , but she didn't push me away; in fact, her lips seemed to respond to mine!
I don't know how long this went on… until I tried to moisten her lips with my tongue, she suddenly pushed me
away, shaking her head violently, as if desperately trying to expel something from her mind.
I stared blankly at her, unable to see what she looked like behind her black hair, holding her hand but unsure
what to do.
After a long while… Ms. Zhou looked up, smoothed her disheveled hair with her hand, a little shy, and
with a smile that seemed deliberately meant for me, and said, "You can go out now, I need to change my clothes."
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I
can't remember . I felt somewhat dazed, and when I got home, I didn't want to eat. My parents even thought I was sick.
I was indeed sick, with a high fever and weakness, and I was in bed for a week. Although the telephone was right
by my bedside, I didn't have the courage to call Ms. Zhou's family.
That evening, I suddenly heard my mother talking on the phone, seemingly
about me. Wanting to listen more closely, I heard the roar of a motorcycle starting outside the window, but it wouldn't
leave. When the motorcycle noise finally faded away, my mother came in and handed me a note. She said,
"Your classmate's mom called, asking why you didn't go to their birthday party as promised.
I told her you were sick. Here, this is their phone number."
I was puzzled; I hadn't promised anyone a party. But when I took the note and
looked at it, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. It was Ms. Zhou, whom I had been longing for!
My illness vanished instantly. I immediately jumped out of bed and told my mother I was starving and wanted two big bowls of rice. My mother
stared at me in astonishment, speechless for a long time.
I was truly lovesick! Now that Ms. Zhou was calling, it meant she really wasn't angry with me anymore
! After dinner, I said I needed to go out for some fresh air, and rushed to the phone booth,
quickly pulling out a few coins and inserting them.
"Hello?" It was her.
"It's me...it's Xiao Wei..." I said softly.
"Who is it? I can't hear you clearly, please speak louder."
"It's me!" I cleared my throat: "I...Xiao Wei!"
"Oh! Xiao Wei! Are you better?"
"Yes...I'm better...I'm all better..."
"Really? Didn't your mother say you were still in bed? How come you're better so quickly?"
I was about to say I knew she was calling when Chen Chen's voice came from the other end:
"Brother Xiao Wei, are you better?"
"Oh! I'm better...Chen Chen..." I glanced at the time of the call and said, "Chen Chen, let
Mom answer the phone, okay?"
"I'm listening!" Almost without hearing the handover, Teacher Zhou answered.
"Auntie...aren't you angry with me anymore?" I actually asked such a stupid question.
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and the voice sounded slightly different: "Don't be angry..."
Then I heard Chenchen's voice beside me: "What's wrong? Who's angry
?" I said, "I didn't mean to..."
Teacher Zhou chuckled and said, "Stop talking."
Both of us were momentarily speechless.
I called out again, "Auntie."
"Okay, go ahead!"
"When did I..." I hesitated, thinking, I'm not angry anymore! Then I asked,
"When can I come again?"
"I'm asking you this, anytime is fine! But Chenchen won't be home the day after tomorrow."
"Oh... I see..." Actually, I almost wanted to say,
"Then can I come the day after tomorrow?" but I said instead, "Then can I come tomorrow?
" "Okay...
" "Well..." I thought there was nothing else, so I said, "See you tomorrow!"
"Okay... that's settled then. Oh! Wait for Xiao Wei, just come directly tomorrow!"
"Oh! Okay, okay! Bye-bye, Auntie!" I hung up the phone almost as soon as I finished speaking,
staring blankly at my reflection in the glass window, not even hearing the coin falling from the phone.
I seemed to realize that something big was about to happen to me, and that Teacher Zhou actually missed me a lot, and
what she said to my mother meant she didn't want her mother to know about our relationship, and she also told me
when Chenchen wouldn't be home!
And… so many “ands” already excited me to the point of bursting. I couldn’t help but
yell “Wow!” at the street, startling a little girl passing by!
In my excitement, I suddenly remembered I should give Teacher Zhou a gift to express my feelings.
So I hurriedly went home, took out all my pocket money, and rushed to a nearby gift shop. As soon as I entered,
I saw three or four people already buying things, so I went back to the street and waited for them to come out before going
back in. The shop assistant greeted me and asked what I wanted to buy—for my mom, dad, or
a classmate. I shook my head, unsure what to say. The shop assistant looked at me, tilted her head, and
lowered her voice saying, “Is it for your girlfriend?”
I bit my lip, wanting to say “no,” but clearly embarrassed, I nodded.
After much deliberation, I finally chose a small red heart-shaped jewelry box with delicate gold patterns—
it was very pretty. The shop assistant said I should put something inside, so I chose a delicate
ring with a small, sparkling sapphire.
I returned home with the gift tucked in my arms, then carefully locked it in a drawer. I sat there in a daze for a while before my turbulent
emotions finally calmed down.
But when it was time to go to bed that night, I couldn't resist taking it out again and looking at it under the lamp.
Suddenly, I noticed that the little card with the ring attached could be used to leave a message, and I thought I should write something too. What should I write
? "For Auntie" didn't seem quite right; "For my dearest Auntie" was even more inappropriate. I
chewed on my pen for a long time, finally deciding to write the boldest, most daring thing I could think of:
"I love you!"
After writing it letter by letter, I put the ring back in the box, pressed it to my chest,
and my mind was already filled with images of the next day…
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When I stood at her door, I wanted to ring the doorbell several times, but each time I pulled my hand back. I
was so worried that I would blush immediately when I saw Teacher Zhou. Finally, I told myself, "I must
smile, smile happily!"
Unexpectedly, it was Chen Chen who opened the door. He was quite happy to see me, and
even happier when he saw the gift box in my hand. He probably thought it was for him, and he skipped and hopped as he walked, saying, "Mom prepared
a lot of delicious things today!"
At this moment, Teacher Zhou also came out from inside. Seeing me standing there grinning foolishly, she smiled at me,
but I felt that there was a different meaning in that smile than usual. So, I
presented and said, "Auntie, this is for you."
"Oh, really! What is it? Thank you!" I could tell that Teacher Zhou was very surprised.
I glanced at Chenchen standing beside me; he made a face at me, looking quite unhappy.
I noticed Teacher Zhou was about to open the box, so I quickly said, "Wait a minute..."
By then, Chenchen had already run inside, probably genuinely upset. I lowered my head, drawing circles on
the ground , and whispered, "You can look at it when you're alone."
Teacher Zhou stopped, holding the gift close to her chest, and softly said, "Okay..."
After playing video games with Chenchen for a long time, I got up and went to the kitchen to watch Teacher Zhou cook. As soon as she saw me
enter , she spread her five fingers on her left hand and held them out in front of me, saying, "Look, isn't it pretty?"
Only then did I notice that she was wearing a ring on her ring finger.
She was wearing it on her ring finger! A surge of joy welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but grin, saying, "It looks beautiful!"
Teacher Zhou smiled, biting her upper lip, gazing at me with deep, tender affection.
I felt another surge of excitement, yet I didn't know what to say or do…
Teacher Zhou moved closer, placing her hand on the spot where I'd been hit that day, and
asked in an almost inaudible voice, "Does it still hurt?"
I silently shook my head. But Teacher Zhou had already slowly moved her hand to my lips, her middle
and index fingers gently hooking around my lower lip…
I subconsciously pursed my lips, about to say something, when Teacher Zhou leaned closer, lowered her head ,
and quickly, lightly kissed my lips, saying, "Thank you!"
My whole body immediately swelled up as if inflated, almost floating…
At lunchtime, Chenchen still seemed unhappy. Teacher Zhou and I exchanged a glance, and she smiled
helplessly at me. I suddenly felt sorry for Chenchen and was about to say, "Chenchen, I'll buy you..." when
Teacher Zhou patted my leg under the table, but didn't immediately remove it. Instead, she said to Chenchen,
"Brother Xiaowei is still in school, how can we let him buy you things so often?"
I looked at Teacher Zhou with grateful eyes, but she didn't look at me, only focusing on putting food on my and Chenchen's plates. I
couldn't help but boldly grab her hand on my leg. She seemed to struggle for a moment, then
intertwined her fingers with mine, her entire palm pressed tightly against my leg. I could feel her palm
was wet , and mine was wet too... and mine was wet...
After a while, she looked at me, then at the bowl, then back at me, indicating how we could eat like this. I
had no choice but to reluctantly let go.
After lunch, Chenchen went for a nap. After helping Teacher Zhou clear the table, I also felt a little sleepy and
couldn't help yawn. Ms. Zhou asked if I wanted to take a nap, and I nodded. So I followed her into
the bedroom. She helped me pull back the blanket and said, "Take a nap here, I'll wake you up later."
I nodded again, not knowing what to say. Being alone with her quietly like this, my
weariness vanished instantly. Moreover, I was actually very unsettled. Just a week ago, I
had sneaked into this room, and now she was the one covering me with the blanket, and
her pajamas were draped over the other side of the bed!
Ms. Zhou quietly closed the door and left. I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep, afraid I
would masturbate again and accidentally dirty her bed. But after a long time, I couldn't fall asleep, so I quietly
got up and gently opened the door a crack to see what she was doing.
She was walking towards me!
I quickly climbed into bed, pulled the blanket over myself, and pretended to be asleep. I had just lain down when Teacher Zhou gently pushed
open the door and came in. She walked to me, and I knew she was above me, her breath evenly brushing
against my face. I didn't know if she noticed my eyelids trembling; I didn't dare move.
After a , I felt her tuck the blanket around me, then she sat on the edge of the bed… The bed made a slight squeaking sound,
followed by the sound of a drawer being opened. I opened my eyes slightly and saw her with her back to me, looking at something
. Perhaps I made a sound, because she turned around and saw that I had opened my eyes. In that instant, I
saw that she was holding the sentence I had written in her hand!
I sat up abruptly, excited, and grasped her hands. Her fingers gently moved in my palms
, staring blankly at me, as if she also had unspoken words to say!
But she didn't speak, and finally… slowly closed her eyes…
I… I hesitated… Although I didn't know if my judgment was correct, was she
asking me to kiss her?
I leaned in and gently touched her lips with mine. She didn't move, nor did she open her eyes; I pressed my lips
a little harder … She still didn't move, nor did she open her eyes; I finally mustered the courage to press my entire lips
against hers!
Her lips twitched slightly, but she didn't react, allowing me to begin to suckle her lips forcefully…
The deeper I kissed her, the wider her mouth opened… Finally, she tightly embraced my head, her stormy kisses
filling my entire cheek, and finally, she deeply and heavily sucked on me, inserting a slightly cool, nimble
tongue between my lips and teeth!
Suddenly, I felt as if my body had been struck by a powerful blow…
Her hands were tangled in my hair, almost tearing it out. At the same time, she pushed me
down, turned to my side, and slipped her hands inside my shirt, wildly caressing my chest, teasing my
nipples, and gradually moving downwards. But when her fingers touched my trouser knot, they seemed to be controlled by
something , reluctantly sliding back to my chest. Then, she dug her nails into my shoulder, and hot
breath sprayed into my ears and nostrils between our kisses…
I felt as if my body had gathered infinite strength in an instant. My hands, trapped under her armpits
, clearly touched the outline of her breasts. Under the pressure of our tight embrace, her breasts escaped
the confines of her bra, sliding freely between my hands and chest!
When I slipped my hand through her loosened blouse and into her chest, she collapsed onto the bed
, letting my hand roughly and resolutely knead her breasts. One nipple was already hard and
erect , proudly proclaiming its allure between my fingers! The other, like a delicate
young girl, remained tender and soft. When I covered it with my hand, it immediately blossomed
like , shy and alluring, revealing its beautiful petals in my palm!
Teacher Zhou buried her head in the crook of my shoulder, moaning softly. With my massage, her
brows would sometimes furrow, sometimes relax… Her hand roamed over my chest, caressed my curled legs, and even
slipped my trouser leg, touching the edge of my underwear. But, I don't know why, when her fingers
touched the bulge between my legs, she withdrew her hand as if electrocuted…
I unbuttoned all the buttons of her shirt, and her dazzling black bra was turned inside out. I saw the marks from that day still lingering on
her bra cups . I knew in my heart… I knew Teacher Zhou belonged to me;
everything she had was for me!
I gazed at her snow-white breasts and her slightly purplish nipples, cupping them in my hands. Just as I was about to take
one of them, still shyly in my mouth, into my lips, Teacher Zhou suddenly stopped moaning and wriggling
. She pushed me away, clutching her open bosom with one hand and wiping
the traces of our kiss with the other, saying, “No more, no more… the window is open, someone will see…”
Then, she looked at me, dumbfounded, with incredibly shy eyes, smiled, and ran out of
the bedroom .
That evening, I had dinner at Teacher Zhou's house again. It was already dark when I left. Teacher Zhou said
she would walk me down the hillside, wished Chen Chen well at home, and took a flashlight to see me out. We
walked silently side by side. When we reached the intersection, Teacher Zhou said she had to go back. I nodded, watching her walk
a few steps . But I could no longer control my impulse, rushing forward and embracing her from behind.
Her steps were slow, as if she were waiting for my embrace. I kissed her neck and face passionately, and the two of us
stumbled and moved to a corner. As soon as we entered the darkness, Ms. Zhou's hot lips enveloped me, her tongue
constantly sweeping across my teeth and lips, finally sucking on my tongue tightly!
My hands caressed and kneaded her chest. She recklessly pulled her shirt out of her pants,
guiding my hands inside, then lifted her bra, leading my fingers to grasp her breasts tightly. I felt
my body burning like flames, and I could feel her breasts rapidly swelling and erecting in my hands
!
I was once again in a state of ecstasy...
Just then, the voices of two passersby talking came from above us, growing closer, and Ms. Zhou pulled me into the
shadows to the side. We were both panting heavily, our rapid breaths pounding in each other's ears, feeling each other's hearts
pounding! Until the two people passed by on the road not far from us, I buried my head in
Ms. , searching for those two ripe cherries with my lips. Ms. Zhou
told me in a hurried, soft, but firm voice not to do this, but I still held her tightly, finally sucking on that sensitive nipple. My
other hand gently kneaded that shy nipple… Ms. Zhou leaned against the wall, looking down at me
as I passionately suckled her breast, sighed deeply, and ran her fingers through my hair, gently
scratching my numb scalp…
Finally, taking advantage of my moment to catch my breath, she quickly pulled down her bra and cupped my face in her hands.
In the dim light, I could see tears glistening in her eyes… I looked back at her like that…
“Don’t do this again… I’m still your auntie!” she seemed to be waiting for my answer. But
before I could speak, she hugged me tightly again and planted a deep kiss on my forehead…
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I felt that from that day on, I had completed the journey from boy to man. Although I vaguely sensed that
the pleasure wasn't the peak, I still wanted to believe it.
My parents were still oblivious to all of this. It was only that my father happened to be tidying my room that day and
found a pair of underwear stained with semen under my pillow, the ones I often used to wipe myself after sex. He called me into
the room and said that this was semen, and I shouldn't be so weak-willed.
I nodded, and decided in my heart to stop masturbating. I wanted to dedicate all of this to her, to
the person I loved most. So, although the daytime frenzy kept me awake and I couldn't help but feel
the urge , I still gritted my teeth and held back, even pressing my hands under my buttocks.
And tomorrow… what will tomorrow bring…?
When Teacher Zhou opened the door to greet me, I noticed she had deliberately changed into that loose top, but
underneath, she wore the kind of short, tight-fitting pants that dancers often wear. This way, while the loose
top concealed her upper body's curves, her lower body appeared even more shapely.
From the moment the door closed, a strong urge surged within me, a desire to immediately embrace her
. But Teacher Zhou acted as if nothing had happened yesterday, asking repeatedly, "Xiao Wei, do you want
something ?" "Xiao Wei, do you want to read the newspaper?"
Had she really changed her mind so quickly? For the first time, the thought crossed my mind, "How can women
change their minds so easily?"
When she said "Xiao Wei..." again, I jumped up from the sofa and
hugged , trying to kiss her lips. But she desperately turned her head away and blocked my
hand that tried to slip inside her clothes. We tumbled onto the sofa like we were wrestling.
She was stronger than me and easily escaped my embrace, standing in the middle of the living room and shouting
, "Xiao Wei! I told you I'm your aunt, you can't do this!"
I suddenly felt a darkness before my eyes. It turns out women really can be so fickle. I
felt fooled, and my eyes welled up with tears. I didn't want to cry in front of her, so I turned and
walked towards the door!
"Xiao Wei! Xiao Wei!" As soon as she saw me leaving, Teacher Zhou called me a few times from behind. When I ignored her, she
rushed up and blocked my way. She lifted my chin... and realized that my tears were already streaming
down my face.
"Sigh... this child..." Teacher Zhou sighed, looking at me with a confused expression. This confusion seemed more like
it was directed at herself.
"Xiao Wei, don't go..." She took my hand, led me back to the sofa, and pressed me down to sit.
Then she sat down herself.
"Xiao Wei... I'm your auntie... I'm more than 20 years older than you, you know we can't be
together!"
I looked up at her, my eyes blurry with tears, and sobbed, "Then... then yesterday..."
A hint of self-reproach flashed across Teacher Zhou's face, and she lowered her head, silent. After a moment, she looked up, as if she had thought of
a reason, but hesitated.
I simply threw myself into her arms and whispered my heartfelt words in her ear: "Auntie, when
I grow up, will you marry me?"
"Marry you?" Teacher Zhou pulled me up from her arms,
her expression , and stammered, "Auntie will marry you?"
"Yes, you accepted my ring!" I wiped away my tears and said seriously.
“Xiao Wei…you…” Teacher Zhou pulled me into her arms, muttering to herself, “You really are
a little devil!”
But I didn’t want to be held like a child, so I sat back on the sofa and reached out to pull her
into my arms. But she seemed to still be processing what I had just said, and I couldn’t pull her away no matter how hard I tried. Finally, she stared
at me blankly, slowly leaned against me, and closed her eyes.
We stayed like that all morning, not saying a word, and even
forgot …
“Xiao Wei…do you masturbate often?” Teacher Zhou suddenly asked me.
“I…” I thought for a moment and answered, “Not yesterday.”
A hint of a smile flickered across Teacher Zhou’s face. She continued, “Masturbating too much can easily damage your
health. If you really like Auntie, don’t do it so often in the future.”
I nodded vigorously, indicating that I was willing to do so.
“And…” Teacher Zhou paused, looking at me, “You have to promise Auntie that
when you’re with Auntie, you can only touch or kiss each other, and absolutely not do anything else. Can you promise?”
“Sure…” I agreed, “But…”
“But what?” Teacher Zhou was surprised.
“But you said you can’t masturbate too much!”
“Yeah, so what?”
I stared into her eyes and said, word by word, “I…want…to…give…to…you!”
Teacher Zhou was stunned. She seemed unable to comprehend how a child my age could be
so infatuated with her. Although I didn’t know that saying this meant I was willing to give up my virginity, she
could completely understand how deep my feelings for her were!
“Then…” Teacher Zhou hesitated for a moment.
“Don’t you want me?” I straightened up.
“No…no, it’s not that I don’t want you…” Teacher Zhou sighed softly in my arms, then said, “It’s just that
you’re still young and don’t know what to do.”
“Then you can teach me!” I blurted out.
Teacher Zhou sat up and looked at me. "Listen to Auntie, when you're a little older, Auntie
will do it with you, okay?"
"How old is 'a little older'?"
"Hmm... eighteen, okay? On your eighteenth birthday."
I thought to myself that waiting until I was a little older wasn't so bad, especially since I didn't know how to do it
. I'd heard that this kind of thing required skill to make a woman feel good.
"Okay, then you can't go back on your word!" I almost wanted to make a pinky promise with her.
"No, I definitely won't..." Teacher Zhou rolled over in my arms and kissed my thigh. Her
kisses tickled me, but the feeling was also so good. I couldn't help but slip my hand inside her clothes and
stroke her back.
Her breathing became heavy again, and she bit my skin with her teeth. Her hand slipped inside my shorts and gently
stroked my buttocks.
I also reached for her buttocks and felt how firm they were, and how deep the cleft was. As
I tried to trace the groove downwards, Ms. Zhou pushed my hand away and leaned her head against my lower abdomen
.
I felt my erection hardening, pressed against her chin, throbbing.
Ms. Zhou sensed this and shifted her position, resting her head on my chest.
"Auntie... let me touch you here, okay?" My hand was already on her chest.
Ms. Zhou sighed, closed her eyes, and nodded.
My hand slipped through her bra and grasped one of her breasts, gently squeezing it. Her nipple gradually
hardened , pressing against my palm.
Ms. Zhou moved her body upwards again, kissing my lips while simultaneously playing with my small
nipple .
We kissed and caressed each other for a long time, then Ms. Zhou slipped her hand inside her clothes, pulled down her
bra, and her full breasts immediately protruded, appearing swollen and plump in my hand.
"You've made Auntie so sad, what will she do now?"
I stopped what I was doing and said to her, "I won't change my mind."
Teacher Zhou smiled and nodded. She whispered in my ear, "Eat it..."
Then she got up and sat on another sofa, closing her eyes.
I leaned over her chest, teasing her nipple with the tip of my tongue, taking it in and then letting it out... Although I had yesterday...
I had never had such an experience before, but at this moment, my intuition and Ms. Zhou's reaction were teaching me what to do.
She leaned back on the sofa with her eyes slightly closed. Sometimes she would look up at me, sometimes she would lie back down and shake her head, letting out soft
sighs and moans. I was also captivated by her expression, desperately wanting her to touch my body.
My penis was as hard as an iron rod, harder than I'd ever felt during masturbation, almost bursting out of my pants. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer, and as I kissed her ear, I whispered, "Auntie, I want to touch down there." Ms. Zhou opened her eyes, looking at me with a dazed expression. Then she nodded and reached for my genitals. I never expected that my request to masturbate would be interpreted as a request for her to touch me, and that she would so readily reach down. She untied my pants, pulled them down to my thighs, and gently placed her hand outside my underwear, stroking it: "Is this okay?" I instantly felt a flattening sensation, completely different from my own touch! So gentle, yet so rhythmic! Her entire hand covered me, moving back and forth, her fingers often squeezing between my buttocks, making me feel so smooth and pleasurable! I felt like I was about to ejaculate! But for a long time, I hadn't reached that state of full-body soreness and relaxation. Although it felt very comfortable, I couldn't ejaculate. At this moment, I noticed that Ms. Zhou's other hand seemed to be stroking my thigh, but it didn't seem to be stroking me. I sat up and saw that Ms. Zhou's hand was rubbing back and forth between her legs! Ms. Zhou's breathing became louder and louder, and even her face seemed to be contorted in pain. Then she stopped stroking me, suddenly reached into my underwear, grabbed my genitals, while her other hand quickly stroked her own genitals, as if trying to dig inside. Suddenly, a low growl I had never heard before came from her throat, her whole body tensed up, her hand stopped moving, and she pressed it tightly against her genitals! Time froze for about 10 seconds before she gradually recovered, looking at me, who was staring blankly at her, with sleepy eyes . Then she continued to stroke herself and me with both hands, her movements much gentler than before. "Xiao Wei... you really are still a child..." "I... no..." I choked up a little from her touch. "You..." She pulled her hands out of my pants as if she was tired, looked at me, and said, "You haven't !" "Grown hair?" I thought I had some! Teacher Zhou saw my suspicious look, smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "You have some, but it's not very long yet!" I nodded, still feeling very uncomfortable down there. But I asked, "Auntie, did you 'come' just now?" I heard this from my classmates; they said girls look like this when they "come." Teacher Zhou pinched my cheek, nodded, and said, "Yes... I came. What about you?" "I... did I come?" Hearing me say this, Teacher Zhou chuckled. Then she hugged me tightly and whispered a few words. I laughed too… Teacher Zhou said, “When you grow up, the two of you can go together.” At that moment, I suddenly really wanted to know what Teacher Zhou's lower body looked like, so I asked her, “But you can’t put it inside your pants!” I nodded in agreement and put my hand between her legs. It felt soft like a breast, only with a slight indentation in the middle . Also, Teacher Zhou's pants were damp, showing a lot of moisture. I pulled my hand back and smelled it, wanting to know what it smelled like. Teacher immediately pushed my hand away and then hugged me even tighter. ********************************************************************** Time flies, and it was already late August. Every time the night was quiet, listening to the crisp “tick-tock” of the little alarm clock on my desk, I felt as if it were the footsteps of the new school year, getting closer and closer… I met Teacher Zhou twice a week. As time went on, I sensed a . She even feigned disappointment several times in front of me and her mother, saying I only ever went to see her mother. I didn't know if this little sprite-like child had truly sensed something , so when I went to see her every Wednesday, I usually only really went to see her, at most taking a quick moment of intimacy when Chenchen wasn't looking. Only on Saturdays or Sundays could we freely express our longing for each other over the past few days, almost frantically seeking comfort in each other's bodies— though even then, it was under the strict constraints of "rules." So, as I watched my weekly dates become unreliable with the start of the semester, a nameless melancholy rose within me. Once, even during our intimate moments, I unconsciously thought about these things, lost in thought… "What's wrong?" Teacher Zhou lifted her face from my chest and asked gently. "Nothing…" I replied softly, without saying anything more. "Are you feeling unwell?" A soft hand touched my forehead as she spoke. "No...nothing..." For some reason, I felt incredibly annoyed. "I just remembered ." "What's wrong with you?" Teacher Zhou sat up, still looking at me with her characteristic gentleness. "Is it ...I don't understand why you've been giving me the cold shoulder lately, or is it that I can't let you..." "No, no! I don't care! It's nothing..." I knew what she meant. Because almost every time we were intimate, Teacher Zhou would reach orgasm before me, and then feel very lethargic, leaning weakly against my chest, regardless of whether I wanted it or not. Just a few minutes ago, it was the same. "I don't care about anything, don't overthink it." My tone was clearly impatient. After a pause, Teacher Zhou looked at me with a smile, then lifted the blanket covering us to take a look . Just as she was about to speak, I yanked the blanket off, angrily saying, "I'm not covering myself anymore, it's so hot!" Actually, Teacher Zhou was the one who was hotter. Because she was always wearing pants, while I was...

In the midst of our passionate embrace, we stripped naked for the first time, and it became a habit afterward.
At this moment, my mindset and my body's reaction were completely different. My body was still aroused
, but my mind had no desire to continue. Therefore, Ms. Zhou was misled by the scene before her
; she assumed I wasn't satisfied and was therefore so agitated.
One of her hands gently grasped my genitals, slowly rubbing them. Her other hand pulled me into her arms,
pressing my lips to her breast.
My unease was temporarily relieved by the simultaneous stimulation from my genitals and mouth…
“Are you starting to dislike me?” Ms. Zhou asked, stroking me as she spoke
.
Hearing this, my emotions, which had finally calmed down, were reignited. I pushed her hand away,
sat up on the bed, and pulled a pillow between my legs. I didn't say a word.
Ms. Zhou sighed, pulled the blanket over my legs, and remained silent.
After a long while, I couldn't help but turn to look at her, and saw that her eyes were full of tears, but they didn't
fall. My heart ached, and a sense of apology immediately welled up inside me. But for some reason, the words that came out
were completely different from what I meant.
"I despise you, but don't you ask yourself, when have you ever made me..." I realized that what I wanted to say was
completely different from what I was thinking, but the words were already out of my mouth: "When have you ever not satisfied yourself,
when have you ever not played with me like a toy and then discarded me?"
Teacher Zhou turned her head, her lips trembling with confusion and bewilderment, and said, "If I played with you, then...
then I'm a slut." A cold smile played on her lips, and tears fell onto the back of my hand.
I was speechless, and could only stare blankly at her.
"That sounds so nice..." Teacher Zhou muttered to herself, turning her head away.
My mind was in turmoil; I knew I had said something wrong, but I didn't know how to apologize. Now,
as the two of us grow closer, apologizing seems to become increasingly difficult. I can only stare blankly at
the ceiling …
The air in the room seems to freeze, and the wall clock, oblivious to the situation, ticks away with an
even more irritating sound. My mind is in turmoil. One moment I'm thinking about how to
make her happy with the new tricks I devised the night before, and the next I'm tormented by the impending pain of unrequited love.
“Xiao Wei…” After what seems like an eternity, I hear Teacher Zhou's voice beside me.
“Xiao Wei, you say I just want to play with you, but do you know…” Teacher Zhou's voice is filled with
pain. She pauses and says, “You want me, don't you?”
I don't understand her meaning at first, and still look at her in confusion.
She's writhing under the blanket, as if doing something. After a moment, she reaches out and pulls my hand to her
chest, closes her eyes, and says, “Take it off yourself…”
I suddenly understand what she was doing!
Seeing that I didn't move, she opened her eyes and said again, "Lift the blanket..."
I still didn't move...
She seemed to suddenly fly into a rage, yelling at me, "Lift it! Did you hear me! I said lift it!"
Her eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and she roared at me like an enraged lioness,
preparing pull the blanket off herself!
A thought flashed through my mind: I can't do this! I can't do this! This would mean
the end of everything!
I pounced on her, wrestling with her, my legs pressing down hard on either side of the blanket, trying my best not to let her
expose herself to me!
Gradually, everything before my eyes made me dizzy, and I could no longer control myself. I began to kiss her wildly
, while saying what was in my heart: "Auntie, I can't bear to leave you... really... I don't
despise you, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you again soon..."
Teacher Zhou stopped fighting with me, looking at me in confusion. So I voiced my concerns…
After hearing my words, Teacher Zhou hugged me tightly, speechless for a long time.
After a while, she smiled through her tears and said, “Okay, I misspoke too. Don’t blame
me, okay?”
Seeing her smile, my unhappiness vanished. I nodded with a smile. Suddenly, I remembered
something she had just said, and whispered a few words in her ear.
She almost jumped up when she heard it. She gave my bare bottom, which had been exposed for so long, a light slap, and said coquettishly,
“Don’t talk nonsense. You can’t go back on your word.”
I made a face and said, “Okay, okay… forget I said it, alright?”
“You’ve already said it, you’ll be punished!” A mischievous glint appeared on Teacher Zhou’s face.
“How do you want to punish me?” I feigned a wronged expression.
“Give me your hand!” Teacher Zhou deliberately looked stern.
I closed my eyes and obediently extended my hand, thinking: at most, it’ll just be a few light slaps, and then
a kiss at the end.
Unexpectedly… this was another first for me…
My hand touched a thick, soft patch of grass, slightly damp with moisture. The grass was tightly
rolled together, entwined around my fingertips…
I finally knew what it was.
Although this first direct contact brought a similar, tingling sensation… that
quickly spread throughout my body.
I couldn't help but try to reach down, because I could feel a small
bump . Next, perhaps it would be that warm, damp…
But before my thoughts could materialize, or rather, while I was still thinking this, Teacher
Zhou pulled my hand away, her face flushed, looking at my dazed expression…
I opened my eyes, completely at a loss.
“How about this punishment?” Teacher Zhou flicked my nose.
"Too short... I mean, too short a time..."
"Hehehe..." Teacher Zhou couldn't help but laugh, then hugged me again, whispering, "Xiao Wei,
it's not that Auntie doesn't want to... but you're really too young right now. Bear with it, okay?"
I nodded, my heart still pounding with unexpected joy. I couldn't help but say, "Then... let me
see , okay?"
"No, no, just a look!" Teacher Zhou shook her head repeatedly. "Don't push your luck, you won't be able to resist
!"
"No! I won't be able to resist." I said, as if under a curse, "I swear I won't. Besides, if
you hold back, isn't it the same? I won't use my hands..."
Teacher Zhou smiled again, sighed, "Do you really want to see?"
She nodded as if answering her own question, "You really can only look..." Saying this, she lay down flat and
closed her eyes tightly.
My heart was pounding in my chest; the thing I had been dreaming of was about to be revealed before my eyes! Teacher Zhou
's hands gripped the blanket tightly, then she reluctantly let go. And me...
So that's how it is... I don't know how to describe it. When everything was exposed before my eyes, my
heart was filled with a kind of worship, a kind of piety. But to be honest, when I saw it, a thought flashed through my mind
: How could it look so strange?
My heart was unusually calm as I stared intently at that part: It really was strange,
and to be honest, it was a little ugly. Unlike a little girl's, it was much bigger, and there was a bulge in the middle... How
to describe it? I immediately thought of that caterpillar!
That was my true feeling. That was my real feeling when I first saw a woman's genitals! I will always
remember that feeling...
I gently parted Ms. Zhou's legs a little, she resisted for a moment, but then she let go. And so,
the whole thing was displayed before my eyes. Perhaps because it was the first time, I mentally searched for
any parts I had heard about before. Maybe that was what people called the "hole," maybe this was what people called the "flower
core"... In short, everything flashed through my mind, and my eyes, like a camera
, captured everything I saw for the first time in my life, preserving it forever...
Suddenly, I felt so excited, so incredibly excited! I felt I would never be able to
leave the woman who had given me my first time. I rushed to her, my trembling fingers stroking her cheek,
and said, "Auntie, I will never leave you, I will always love you! Do you...do you love me?"
As I said this, as I asked this, it was as if Ms. Zhou was someone who had given her virginity to me, and I really
wanted to hear her say "I love you" too. But Ms. Zhou just nodded and said, "You will always be in my
heart..."
Then, she kissed me tightly, her legs wrapped around mine, and for the first time, we embraced each other completely naked
, pressed tightly together...
We both reached our climax that time. Although I didn't penetrate her, this time
the friction was no longer with my hands, or rather, it wasn't just with my hands, but after passionate kisses and caresses, Ms. Zhou
grasped my genitals and rubbed them against her lower body, rubbing them rapidly... Her climax came so intensely
that she eventually took control of herself, her hands tightly holding me, twisting her waist and thrusting against me
. And I, imitating her, quickly rubbed my genitals between her bulges and cleavage...
Finally, when she collapsed, I also climaxed on her...
The feeling between a man and a woman... could be so wonderful...
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Perhaps this really is a twisted love, where even the peak of mutual affection remains "outward"; perhaps this really
is lust, where one person is unwilling to utter the word "love"... But for me at that time,
all of this was already very satisfying, even worth paying a bloody price for...
It was an extremely hot afternoon. Teacher Zhou and I were reading together, embracing each other. The book was in her
hands , and every time I finished a page, I would kiss her to tell her that I had finished that page. Teacher Zhou felt that my
kisses were becoming more and more frequent and intense, so she laughed and told me not to go so fast, that she couldn't bear to read anymore.
I didn't care about that at all. Hearing her say that, I simply pounced on her and begged for pleasure. At first, she
resisted, but I kept kissing and caressing her... she gradually became excited and hugged
me...
But just as we were getting intimate, nothing could have predicted that a terrible thing was about to happen to us
!
That day, I don't know if my teasing worked, or if Ms. Zhou also really needed me, she "
boldly " suggested playing hide-
and-seek with me. In the empty room, if I found her first, I would be on top of her; if I couldn't find her, then the roles would be reversed. I was naturally very happy to agree, and
after she hid, I deliberately pretended not to be able to find her. Because deep down I really enjoyed the feeling of her on
me , even though it was just friction.
The sensation of her breasts swaying up and down, and her soft, moist pubic hair rubbing against my lower abdomen, was simply wonderful…
I thought to myself: That’s enough, it’s time to “surrender”…
But just as I turned to walk towards the bedroom, a pair of strong hands grabbed my shoulders, and at the same time,
a sinister laugh came from behind me:
“Hehehe! What are you looking for?”
I felt a chill run down my spine and involuntarily turned around:
a guy wearing sunglasses was sneering at me!
I instinctively shouted, "Who are you?!"
The man shoved me onto the sofa, took off his sunglasses, and said, "Who I am is none of your business.
Tell me, where is that bitch?"
I immediately realized that the man was looking for Teacher Zhou, so I instinctively yelled, "Don't come out! There's
a robber!"
"Slap!"
A heavy slap made my vision blur. "I'm a robber, and what are you?
You worthless little thing, tell me where your lover is, or I'll kill you!"
Another barrage of punches and kicks came at me. I closed my eyes, covered my head, and screamed for help!
"What are you doing here?"
I opened my eyes and saw Teacher Zhou, dressed in some way, standing in front of me and the man
, forcefully twisting the man's fist that was swinging at me!
"I... I'm asking you!" The man seemed surprised as well. His fist was raised in the air, paused, and then
reluctantly lowered, shaking his jacket which was askew.
"Look what you've done!" The man glanced at me, his voice still sinister. "Can't
find hooked up with a young girl
." "It's none of his business! What do you want?" Teacher Zhou said calmly.
"What do I want? I want my son!"
"Your son?" A mocking smile appeared on Teacher Zhou's lips. "Have you ever had a son?"
"Where is he? Where did you hide him?"
"Strange!" Teacher Zhou sounded even more disdainful. "Your own son is lost, what are you doing here
?"
Upon hearing this, the man grabbed my arm again. "Fine! Since you won't hand over my son,
don't blame me for being impolite. I'll have to take your little lover away. I think... his parents and the police will help you remember
."
Teacher Zhou looked at me, then at the man... and sat down on the sofa... nodding painfully,
saying , "Okay... let him go first..."
The man released me. Teacher Zhou said to me, "Xiao Wei, you should go back now."
I was surprised that Teacher Zhou had changed her address to "Xiao Wei," and I didn't want to leave her
alone with such an uninvited guest!
"Go!" Teacher Zhou glared at me with bloodshot eyes, then pulled a wad of cash from her purse
and threw it at my feet. "Why aren't you leaving? Take it!"
Looking at the unfamiliar Teacher Zhou, then at the man who seemed to have an unusual relationship with her, and then
at the money at my feet… I felt utterly wronged. I grabbed my shirt and rushed out of the room!
But when I reached the intersection, I suddenly felt incredibly stupid: Teacher Zhou must have
deliberately mispronounced my name and deliberately threw the money at me as if she were soliciting a male prostitute to protect me! But what about her now?
What will that man do to her…?
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became! So I turned and ran back, my heart pounding, terrified that something had happened in the minutes I'd
been gone . But when I got back,
there was no one there…
I don't know how I spent the last moments of my vacation, often sitting alone
by , waiting for her voice to come from the other end.
The scene of our first physical intimacy sometimes flashes before my eyes, and sometimes that nightmarish
scene reappears. When I recall catching the caterpillar from her collar, I often can't help but laugh, but
when I think about where she is now, sorrow grips my heart tightly...
In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, and I have returned to my studies. I often leave home early in the morning,
still taking the same bus, then transferring to another bus that goes back the way it came, and even after school, I run to her house
to wait for her... However, I never see her. Her house was never lit again…
Whenever the night was quiet, I thought of our intimacy, of all the first times we spent together
… I couldn’t help but call her name in my heart, couldn’t help but dream of being with her… Sometimes
the desire was hard to suppress, her body often appeared before me, her moans and calls often echoed in my
ears … But I suppressed myself, even tying my hands together with my shoelaces, I didn’t want to… I didn’t want
to break our promise…
I believed in the saying “What you think about during the day, you dream about at night,” so I often thought of her during class
, and thought of her during breaks… I didn’t speak, I didn’t laugh… I was like a completely changed person…
Then… she appeared…
“Xiao Wei, how are you? You must miss me a lot.”
“I miss you too, thinking about the time we spent together… I know I’m
important , and you are to me too…”
"Although there's a big gap between us, I want to say... Xiao Wei, you are the best and
most wonderful person I've ever met! Really... your feelings for me, and everything you've given me... I want to say, I wish I
could give you everything..."
"But reality is cruel. It forced me to leave you... For Chen Chen's sake, I had to suppress my
longing for you... I've already left... I don't know if you'll blame me for being heartless."
"If you want to blame me, then curse me in your heart!"
"But I still want to say, if you are truly sincere towards me, then study hard and don't overthink things,
okay? I will always keep our promise, always."
"That's all. Love... Zhou Yuerong."
I stood in the empty station, silently reading her letter...
****The End****
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