A friend of a female teacher

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I met her (let's call her D for now) when another female friend invited me out for drinks with her friends. I asked why I would go with a bunch of women, but she insisted, so I went along. What happened next was, of course, quite boring. The three women drank and chatted, while I awkwardly chimed in with my beer. I learned that D was a teacher who had quit to work as a college entrance exam tutor at a private school. Since tutoring was something I worked in, we talked a bit more. Afterwards, we went to the garage to get our car, and we exchanged WeChat contacts on the way. We chatted briefly after I got home, and that was it. At that time, I never imagined we'd have any further contact.

Our relationship remained at the level of liking each other's posts on WeChat Moments; we didn't have much interaction and never chatted again. She was quite pretty, with big eyes. Although she was of average height, she had a very well-proportioned figure because she worked out regularly, with a nice butt and a firm bust. However, partly because she was a friend of a friend, and partly because of the age difference (I was born in 1985), I didn't have any ulterior motives. Until one day, she posted something on her WeChat Moments, something about being single. I asked her, "You're still single?" She said, "Yeah, I'm getting old and nobody wants me." I said, "How could that be? You're so beautiful." Then I asked her if she was free and offered to treat her to dinner, since I was bored anyway. She readily agreed, and we arranged to pick her up after work that afternoon.

I wasn't busy at the time, and I was also very stressed about work, so I wanted to take this opportunity to relax. So, around 6 pm, I drove to her school building. It was a few days before New Year's Day, and it was already dark. I sent her a WeChat message and then got out and waited for her by the car. A few minutes later she came out. Since we'd only met once, and several months had passed, she seemed a little hesitant, almost as if she didn't recognize me. I took the initiative to greet her, saying, "Hi, over here? Finished your work?" Her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "It's you! You look so different!" Her tone was full of surprise. I said, "You've always looked the same. Get in the car." But from her first reaction, I knew deep down she was quite fond of my appearance.

We then went to a very famous Japanese restaurant, which, of course, was quite expensive. I asked her if she wanted to drink, and she said she could have a little. I said, "Well, that's rare. We don't have anything else to do anyway, so let's just have a drink." We ate, drank, and chatted, discussing our views on life and relationships. Having experienced some ups and downs in my own relationships over the past few years, I had some insights to share. She listened attentively, constantly agreeing, with a hint of admiration. Around 9 pm, I said, "It's still early. How about we go to a bar? I know a good band I often go to." She agreed. We paid the bill and left.

We went into the bar, found a seat, and sat down with her. I ordered a beer, and she ordered a cocktail. I really liked this band, so I listened attentively to their music. Since I know a bit about music, I occasionally told her who wrote the songs and what their titles were. Then, I noticed she was getting closer and closer to me. I realized she needed physical comfort, but I couldn't rush it; the more I rushed, the worse it would be. I had to keep her wanting more. We drank like this for over an hour, ordering two rounds of drinks. I saw her face was flushed, and she was getting excited. Then the band played one of her favorite songs, and she was very happy, swaying to the rhythm. I slowly took her hand, and she didn't resist at all. Instead, she actively teased my palm with her fingers. As I mentioned before, she was getting closer and closer to me; now she was practically leaning against me. So I turned my head and kissed her ear. She turned to look at me, her eyes shining. What was I waiting for? I took her lips into my mouth. The young girl was indeed thirsty, her tongue constantly probing into my mouth, sweet and tender. I didn't hesitate to suck on her lips and tongue, while my hand groped her thigh under the table. She was wearing a short skirt, and I slipped my hand inside without any resistance. Touching her smooth, full, and firm thighs, I slowly moved in, feeling her warm wetness. I whispered in her ear, "Let's go." She nodded.

On the way to the garage, we kissed incessantly, pressing her against the wall and kissing her passionately every now and then, touching her buttocks, breasts, and genitals. Finally back in the car, I reclined the passenger seat, and we embraced each other hungrily, reaching inside each other's clothes to feel each other's body heat. I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her breasts. Looking at her small nipples, I couldn't help but kiss them. A young woman's body is just different; she smelled wonderful, and most importantly, her skin was amazing—smooth and firm. Her breasts weren't small, probably a C cup, and because she exercised regularly, they were very taut. I couldn't get enough of them. She writhed and moaned as I licked her, and I touched my genitals; they were soaking wet. I asked her, "Shall we stay out tonight?" She agreed. I took out my phone to find a nearby hotel, but after searching around, I couldn't find anything suitable. Then she said, "How about we go to my place? I live alone, it's a bit messy, but don't laugh at me." Of course, I was more than happy to oblige. I especially love having sex with girls in their rooms because it gives me a special sense of accomplishment.

So I called a designated driver, and while waiting for him, we had another passionate encounter. On the way, we caressed and kissed in the back seat. I don't know if the driver saw us, but who cares? We didn't care about the outside world.

She was staying in a very high-end serviced apartment in S City. After parking in the basement, we went upstairs together. As soon as we entered, she turned around and hugged me. We kissed each other while taking off our pants. I pulled down my pants, my cock was already hard, the head big and red. Seeing she hadn't finished undressing, I said I'd do it, and went up to pull off her skirt and panties. Before she could even take off her top, I picked her up and put her on the bed, pressing my lower body against hers. Wow, she was already soaking wet down there. I touched her, my hand was covered in her juices, and I smeared it directly on my cock, teasing her clitoris and labia with the head of my penis. She was clearly already aroused. I asked, "Do you want it?" She nodded vigorously. I didn't even bother with a condom anymore, and I slowly pushed my big head inside. My penis head is especially big, no exaggeration, about the size of an egg. This is something I'm very proud of; all the women I've slept with before have been obsessed with it.

As I pushed forward, feeling her tight, wet heat, I wasn't idle either, unbuttoning her clothes and licking her nipples from time to time. She was so excited she couldn't say anything, just kept moaning, saying how big it was, how big it was, how amazing it felt. In the cold winter, in the room, before we even turned on the air conditioner, we were embracing each other, naked from the waist down, still wearing clothes on our upper bodies. It felt so lewd. Young girls are indeed delicious; her vagina is tight and tender, with a suction that makes it feel like my penis is being sucked back with reluctance each time I pull out. My egg-sized glans keeps going in and out, squeezing out countless amounts of her juices. After a while, she rolled over and immediately took my penis into her mouth, not caring that it was covered in her juices. I felt she was going crazy. She kept saying how much she liked it, then took my penis in her mouth, stimulating the glans with her tongue, sending me into a frenzy. She didn't forget to take care of my testicles, sucking on the glans while stroking them with her hand. It felt amazing. Having sex with her in her room, looking at her pink sheets and the plush toys on the cabinet, while watching her vigorously sucking my genitals—it was like being treated like royalty.

After sucking for a while, she squatted down and sat on my penis, making us both cry out in pleasure. I held her big buttocks with both hands, touching her smooth skin, while she kept moving up and down, moaning all the while. I straightened up and licked her nipples, which aroused her so much that she trembled all over, but her lower body kept stroking my penis. I dipped my finger in her vaginal fluid and touched her anus, slowly squeezing it in. She was clearly enjoying it, and her moans grew louder. After a dozen or so thrusts, she suddenly gushed out a lot of hot fluid, which flowed down my penis and covered my pubic hair. She screamed and hugged me, her lower body convulsing, having orgasmed. Satisfied, she lay on my chest and said, "Brother, how are you so amazing?" I didn't say anything, but stroked her hair. My penis was still hard and inside her vagina. After a while, I asked, "Do you want more?" She said yes. So I rolled over with her, switching to missionary position, and thrust for a while. She shouted that she couldn't take it anymore. I turned her over, looking at her smooth, full buttocks, and thrust into her hard from behind. Her waist was so slender that I could almost completely encircle it with both hands. I held her waist and pumped hard. It felt amazing, like riding a horse, my whole body feeling like it had turned into a penis, mechanically moving endlessly. After a few minutes of thrusting, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated all over her vagina. She cried out and had another orgasm.

Afterwards, we hugged each other without saying a word and rested quietly.

The next two days were a holiday, so I stayed at her place. We'd wake up in the morning and have sex immediately, then order takeout. A little while later, I wanted more, so I just pulled down her panties and penetrated her. For two days, we were inseparable, constantly making love.

Later, we became friends with benefits. When we were both free, I'd pick her up from work, we'd eat out, and then go back to her place to make love. Occasionally, we'd stay out, and we'd still make love constantly. Young girls have great stamina, and they just never stop having sex. We tried all sorts of lewd positions, experiencing each other's bodies.

Three months later, I left S city for work, and things went back to how they were before. Now, we barely contact each other anymore.

[The End]

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