Teaching Assistant Privileges

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In early May, I became a teaching assistant for the first time. There were sixteen students in the class, all second-year undergraduates. The one who caught my attention the most was a Chinese girl named Shen Xiaolan, who was very pretty and charming. She had long hair that reached below her waist, fair skin, and a tall figure. Although her bust and hips were on the smaller side, she had the typical figure of a Chinese woman. Although she wore gold-rimmed glasses, it didn't detract from her beauty; instead, it accentuated her quiet demeanor. She was usually quiet, often engrossed in her experiments while others were engaged in lively discussions. I chatted with her privately, and we gradually became acquainted, learning more about her. It turned out she was from Jiangsu Province, two years younger than me, and had originally studied at Suzhou University. Two years ago, she immigrated to Canada with her parents. Because her English wasn't good, she started from the first year of undergraduate studies. She had no problem giving presentations or conducting experiments. She could manage writing papers, but she dreaded giving proposals and oral exams; she couldn't speak properly when it came to speaking. No wonder she's usually so quiet.
Her academic performance isn't ideal, partly due to the language barrier, but also because her mother was diagnosed with severe nephritis less than a year after immigrating, rendering her unable to work and requiring indefinite recuperation in the hospital. The family relies solely on her father's income. Her tuition was paid for with student loans. So, besides studying, she works to support herself and does housework to care for her mother. It's unbelievable that such a frail woman has to bear such a heavy burden; it makes me feel that fate is unfair.
To make matters worse, the course she chose, besides experiments and reports, includes an oral exam at the end, accounting for 30% of the grade. I pity her situation, so I try to help her as much as possible. I offer guidance during experiments, have her email me her reports for revisions before submission, often give her extra help, and sometimes allow her to go home early before finishing her experiments. She's quite grateful for my help.
One afternoon in late June, I was sitting in my office grading lab reports. The next afternoon was the students' final oral exam. This morning I just received the assignments from the professors via email. I glanced at them; some were easy, some were difficult. They shouldn't be a problem for most people, but what about Shen Xiaolan? I felt a little worried for her.
"Knock knock," someone knocked on the door. I opened it and saw Shen Xiaolan. I let her in and asked with concern, "How's your review going? Is there anything you want to ask me?"
She glanced around the office and asked, "Are you alone?"
"Yes, just me. There was supposed to be a South African postdoctoral researcher there, but he went to a conference in San Diego this week. Don't be shy." I pulled up a chair for her.
She was wearing a light yellow dress and wasn't wearing glasses, which made her look even more delicate and pretty. She sat down, put her bag on her lap, lowered her head, and remained silent.
"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" I tilted my head, trying to see her expression.
She hesitated for a moment, then finally looked up and said in a voice as sweet as a nightingale's, "Kevin, I need your help."
"Uh, no problem, as long as it's within my power, I'll definitely help you! Tell me, what do you need my help with?"
"Could you—tell—me—the—oral—exam—tomorrow?" she said, her voice choked with emotion.
My head swelled up instantly. Oh my god! Leaking the exam questions! If the school found out, I'd be kicked out immediately. And no school would accept me; I'd have to go back home and become a "sea turtle" (a term for someone who returns from overseas studies). Everyone else who returns from overseas studies does so with great fanfare, but if I go back without even a master's degree, I'll be utterly humiliated. How will I explain it to my parents? No, the risk is too great! I absolutely cannot agree. Having made up my mind, I took a deep breath and pretended to be relaxed, saying, "Well—I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I can only get the exam questions before tomorrow's oral exam; they're still with the professor!"
"You're lying to me!" she said, staring at me definitively.
"I didn't!" My gaze involuntarily shifted away.
"You didn't answer immediately after I made my request, and you avoided looking at me when you were saying those things. And you still say you didn't lie to me?" She suddenly became aggressive.
I was a little embarrassed and angry, and said angrily, "Okay! I do have the test questions, but I can't give them to you! Do you know what the consequences are if others find out? I can help you with things you don't understand, but I absolutely cannot do something like cheating!"
"Only the two of us know about this, how could others possibly know?!"
"How could they not know!" I stood up abruptly, "Tomorrow when you go for the oral exam, you'll answer all the professor's questions fluently, completely different from your usual self, and people will definitely be suspicious. The students all see us together often, so naturally they'll think of what's going on!" "
During the oral exam, I'll definitely pretend that I've never heard these questions before, and I guarantee I'll answer them fluently, isn't that enough?" She looked up at me.
"No means no!" I raised my voice, "In the end, what good would doing this do me?!" As soon as
the words left my mouth, I regretted them. This was clearly an attempt to negotiate, but I had no such intention whatsoever. She was speechless for a moment, remaining silent for a long time, her face flushed, before suddenly standing up abruptly. I thought she was going to storm out. Unexpectedly, she put her backpack on the floor, turned around, and with a backhand motion, unzipped her dress from around her neck. With a flick of her shoulder, the dress slipped down to her lower body. She stepped out from under the dress, picked it up, and placed it on a chair. Her waist-length hair covered most of her body, but glimpses of her flawless white skin still appeared through the gaps. She was wearing a flesh-colored bra and matching lace-trimmed panties. She slowly turned to face me, her eyes brimming with tears, and whispered, "Because of my language skills, my grades have always been poor. Thanks to your help this time, I finally have a chance to get an A in this course. -- I'm so afraid of messing up the oral exam -- I haven't been sleeping well these past two days. Could you -- help me this last time, please? I'm begging you. My health... it's up to you... Of course, if you absolutely refuse to give me the exam questions -- I won't blame you. Consider it my way of thanking you -- for your help and care over the past two months."
This series of actions and words caught me completely off guard. I was suddenly at a loss, unsure of what to do. People are strange sometimes: when they have nothing to do, they want to possess every beautiful woman they see, but when the time comes, they often back down. Seeing her pitiful appearance, my heart softened instantly. I rushed to the computer, printed out the oral exam questions as quickly as possible, folded them, grabbed my dress from the chair, and stuffed the exam papers into her arms. Then I turned around and said, "You haven't come to see me, and you've never seen these questions before. Hurry up and get dressed! It won't be good if someone comes in!"
Unexpectedly, she didn't leave. Instead, she hugged me from behind. I was stunned and turned to look at her. I saw two lines of tears streaming down her face, and her voice trembled as she said, "You lied to me again! When I first came in, you said someone else was in a meeting and it was just you. Now you're saying you're afraid someone might come in. Do you really hate me that much?"
My heart completely melted. I turned and hugged her, saying gently, "How could I hate you? Any man who doesn't like a girl as lovely as you would be abnormal!"
She burst into laughter through her tears, nestled against my chest, and whispered, "Thank you for the compliment—and thank you for everything you've done for me. Now, let me do something for you, okay?"
I couldn't bear to possess such a lovely girl in this situation. I said harshly, "Go back and study! You have an exam tomorrow."
She looked up, pouting and widening her eyes, and said urgently, "So you still hate me!?"
A sudden realization dawned on me. She wasn't just offering herself to me to thank me; she had fallen in love with me, the one who had always helped her! How could I be indifferent when a beauty has such feelings? I raised my hands in surrender, saying, "Okay, okay, Miss, I give up. From now on, you're in charge, alright?"
She flashed a radiant smile, gently swaying me to a chair. She turned and put the exam questions into her bag, then took out a bottle of water, took a sip, and then a small cushion. She placed it on the floor in front of my chair, knelt on it, and reached out to unzip my pants. I obligingly tried to pull up the zipper, but she slapped my hand away, giving me a seductive glare, signaling me not to touch it. I froze. She gently unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulling them down to my ankles, revealing my throbbing penis. She gently grasped it, bent down, and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Her long hair cascaded down her sides, brushing against the inside of my thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
Her oral skills couldn't compare to Ge Chunlei or Bai Jing. Her teeth would occasionally brush against the glans, and she barely used her tongue. But this only showed that she wasn't very experienced; even if she had sexual experience, it was probably very limited. Thinking about this made her seem even more endearing and pitiful. My penis gradually hardened in her mouth, finally becoming erect.
After a while, she stood up, unhooked her bra, took it off, and then removed her panties. A delicate and exquisite body was revealed before me. The phrase "flawless jade" perfectly described this beauty from Jiangnan. Her radiant skin and slender figure were captivating at first sight. Her breasts were small and delicate, pink nipples adorning tiny areolas like cherries touched by dew. Looking down, her abdomen was flat as if carved by a knife, her waist slender and graceful. Her pubic hair was not thick, short and curly, her thighs tightly closed, making her vulva difficult to see. I had read elsewhere that the wider a woman's thighs were spread, the more sexual experience she had; it was clear that Shen Xiaolan's experience was limited.
I stood up, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her passionately. She closed her eyes tightly, her breathing rapid, responding fervently. My hand moved to her breasts and gently pressed against them. "Ah!" she gasped softly, but my lips immediately sealed hers. My hand continued its downward journey, passing under her lower abdomen and reaching her pubic area. When my hand touched her private parts, I felt her whole body tremble slightly. I knelt down, gently parting her legs to examine her genitals. It was the most beautiful genitals I had ever seen: the color of her labia majora blended seamlessly with her skin, her labia minora and clitoris were pink, and her clitoris was neither covered by the labia minora nor protruding like a penis as many foreign women do. The entire shape was as perfect as described in a textbook. I glanced up at her; her face was flushed, and she looked at me briefly before closing her eyes again, her lips slightly parted, her hands behind her back supporting her on the table, appearing very nervous. My heart was filled with desire, and I used my fingers to part her labia majora and minora, sticking out my tongue to tease her clitoris.
"Ah—" she gasped. I knew I couldn't be too hasty, because this might be the first time a man had licked that area, and it was also the first time I had given a woman oral sex. So I tried to recall the scenes I'd seen in porn, and then very gently, little by little, slowly and rhythmically licked her clitoris. Gradually, that place became increasingly slippery, and her love juices began to overflow. After licking for a while longer, I felt she was getting into it, so I stood up, gently hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "I'm going in."
She nodded shyly. I had her turn around, her hands on the table, her back to me, her legs spread apart. I held my penis, aimed it at her opening, and slowly inserted it. In recent days, I had learned a lot about sex, knowing that I couldn't rush at first, or I would easily hurt the woman, so I only inserted the head. But even so, it was already a great stimulation for Shen Xiaolan. She took a deep breath and jerked her head up. She wanted to make a sound, but held it back.
"Don't be afraid, relax. If you want to moan, just moan." I gently stroked her smooth back. She slightly closed her head. I first rotated my penis around the outside of her vagina, providing ample stimulation. When it seemed ready, I slowly pushed deeper, finally penetrating her completely.
"Ah!" she finally cried out. Now that the fire was lit, I wanted it to burn thoroughly. No longer cautious, I began a rapid, relentless assault. I noticed that no blood flowed from her vagina. It seemed Shen Xiaolan wasn't a virgin. But this made me feel much more at ease; at least I didn't feel any sense of responsibility towards Madam Yao or any moral obligation.
Shen Xiaolan endured my relentless thrusts, the stimulation sending waves of confusion through her. Sometimes she would cry out, sometimes she would suppress it. My penis roamed between her not-so-full, but equally shapely and alluring breasts and buttocks, finding endless pleasure in it.
My penis began to itch, then the base tightened. I knew my climax was approaching. I leaned over and asked, "Did you ejaculate?" She couldn't speak, only nodded. I wanted her to see my virile figure as I ejaculated, especially the beautiful way my six-pack abs rippled. So I pulled out my penis, turned her around, and held it against her upper abdomen. I thrust a few times, and semen gushed out like a fountain from the head of my penis. Some of it landed on my hand holding it, and some between her breasts. She was captivated, hooking her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly… Everything returned to calm. Shen Xiaolan and I got dressed again. I saw her to the door, all the way to the elevator. Before the elevator came up, I reminded her, “Study hard tonight, and remember to call me. Let’s do a practice run first.”
“Okay.”
The elevator arrived, and I patted her back a few times, watching her go downstairs. Before the elevator doors closed, I suddenly had a mischievous idea: “When are we going to review what we just learned?”
“You’re so annoying!” She glared at me, embarrassed, then burst out laughing, her shyness boundless.

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