Na?ve and innocent female teacher

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Whether to stay in a big city or go back home to work is a question many people face. As an ordinary person, I also have to face this. Unable to bear the helplessness of wandering, I finally returned to my hometown and successfully switched to a good company. Being close to home, having many friends, and being able to spend time with my parents has greatly improved my mood. With the financial support from my parents, I've become a completely different person. As the saying goes, "when you're well-fed, you think of sex

." With everything stable—a car, a house—arranged marriages naturally become a priority. Given my strong physical needs, I'm happy to accept this, and thus a new chapter begins. Unlike finding a partner on your own, people on arranged marriages are more direct because everyone can openly lay their cards on the table. Actually, I'm not against arranged marriages, and I don't mind women wanting a car and a house. It's human nature; as long as it's not excessive or distorted in values, it's acceptable. After all, nobody wants to marry a penniless man for the rest of their life. In this way, the pace of development between people becomes very fast. If material conditions are met, the meeting is pleasing to the eye, and the conversation is pleasant, the next step is to sleep together.

Xiaolan is a teacher at an elementary school in our hometown. She was the prettiest of the four girls in the photos a relative gave us. She was graceful and elegant, with long, flowing hair, a pretty face that wasn't overly seductive, and a curvaceous figure that wasn't overly alluring. Blue jeans and high heels accentuated her slender, straight legs, and the gap between her thighs further suggested she was quite slim. The overall look in the photos alone was enough to make one's heart flutter.

After meeting her for a meal and a chat, I discovered that Xiaolan wasn't actually the goddess she appeared to be in the photos. Instead, she was rather naive and innocent, often revealing her immature views and thoughts. While this might affect her chances of finding a wife, it didn't diminish her appeal as a friend. This kind of girl is easy to win over because of her immature personality and low emotional intelligence, making her easily manipulated. Once manipulated, she can develop a sense of admiration and dependence on a man. So, our first meeting ended politely and gradually. It's worth mentioning that Xiaolan's voice was sweet but not cloying, crisp but not boisterous, gentle and elegant, charming and shy—it was pleasant to listen to whether on the phone or in person. This inevitably made one fantasize about her moaning in bed. In fact, face-to-face contact and conversation are both very important methods in male-female relationships. The former allows the other person to feel reality and build trust, while the latter allows for the sharing of viewpoints and spiritual connection; each has its own unique uses. After one meeting and a week of chatting, I was confident that Xiaolan had developed strong feelings for me. I

originally thought Xiaolan was a rather conservative girl and was prepared for a long haul, but the weather on our second meeting turned out to be a lifesaver. It was early March, and the temperature was still low. We went to a popular tourist spot that evening, and the chilly spring breeze made us feel quite cold. Xiaolan couldn't resist and curled up tightly next to me, almost throwing herself at me. Seeing this, I naturally put my arm around her slender waist, and in an instant, she seemed to have taken the initiative to fall into my arms, saying, "It's so cold! Why did you only hug me now?" At that moment, we looked like a couple. Physical contact is the best way to ease awkwardness and deepen feelings. We held each other tightly the whole way, buying snacks and feeding each other, our mouths almost touching. Even when I sometimes let go of her to take my phone, she would instinctively pull on my clothes and rub against me tightly, not wanting to let go at all. I asked her if she was particularly clingy and liked being close to me, and she nodded shyly, so we hugged even tighter. When we were hugging, my hand would occasionally wander down, inadvertently slipping onto her buttocks, and she would look at me with shy eyes and say, "There are so many people here!" I would reply with my usual line: "What's wrong with that? Haven't you ever seen couples dating?" At this point, she would cling to my neck and say, "Then hurry up and confess your love, hurry up and marry me!" Gradually, things got more and more intimate. I had been hard the whole way, and my restless penis would occasionally brush against her. She would pretend to be angry and say, "You're a pervert! I'm so uncomfortable and afraid others will see, I wanted to get closer so you could help me cover myself. If you don't help your own woman, do you expect someone else to?" "Who's your woman, you pervert?" Although she said that, her body no longer resisted, letting me press against her side or hug her waist from behind, pressing against her buttocks.

Having progressed this far, everyone knew what was going to happen next. A few days later, she said her best friend wanted to meet me. This is a common tactic used by some girls—they all meet each other's boyfriends, ostensibly to vet them, but really just to get a meal. However, this step can be disastrous if handled poorly, but a good one can lead to instant success.

Those who read the previous post about the two girls know I have experience in this area, so this time I handled it with ease. I not only appeared mature, composed, and considerate in front of Xiaolan's best friend, giving Xiaolan plenty of face, but my subtle distinction between my best friend and Xiaolan also gave her a sense of security, assuring her she wouldn't worry about me cheating on her later. During the meal, Xiaolan tried her best to hide her joy and sense of superiority, but her body betrayed her. For the latter half of the meal, she was almost completely pressed against me, pulling my hand and placing it on her thigh under her school uniform skirt. It made me a little shy, especially since her best friend was watching.

After dinner, I took her home, and the two of them became even closer. Xiaolan no longer resisted my advances; instead, she took my hand, rubbed her chest against me, and kissed me. I figured I might as well go all the way, parked the car, pulled her to the back seat, and we kissed and fondled each other's breasts. We were intimate for over half an hour. I thought that was the end of it for today, and we could continue another day, but Xiaolan told me her mother was away on a business trip and asked if I wanted to stay at her house, but warned me not to do anything inappropriate. Xiaolan's father was in the military and rarely home, so she usually lived with her mother. With things having come to this point, how could I refuse?

Once we got home and the door closed, Xiaolan threw herself into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and acting like a sloth. Perhaps because she'd had a little wine at dinner, Xiaolan's face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were full of happiness. She said I'd been very good today; she'd thought I'd be very enthusiastic towards her best friend, but I was such a man—she hadn't seen me say more than a few words to her friend the whole time, showing she trusted me completely. She said her friend also felt I was great in every way and suitable for marriage. I thought to myself, "You think you can pull off these little tricks in front of me?" She said, "We don't even know each other, what's there to talk about? You're my woman, they aren't." Hearing this, she became even more overjoyed, immediately standing on tiptoe and thrusting her tongue into my mouth, sucking and kissing me passionately. After another passionate encounter, we separated, and I sat on the sofa. I noticed that Xiaolan's work uniform was wrinkled; three buttons were undone, revealing her blue bra, and her skirt was creased from my earlier crumpling, her stockings seemingly out of shape. The sight was incredibly impactful. I grabbed her buttocks, spread her legs, and pulled her onto me, her short skirt riding up to her waist, completely exposing her long, stockinged legs. At this point, we were both completely uninhibited. Through my pants and stockings, I thrust forcefully into Xiaolan's genitals again and again. Perhaps because we were introduced by a relative, she was now deeply in love with me, responding passionately and letting out the moans I had long awaited.

I'd never been with a woman wearing stockings before, so I wanted to try it like in adult videos. I tore the stockings open and inserted myself, but the stockings were surprisingly good quality; they wouldn't tear no matter how I tried. Xiaolan was worried and asked why I was being so rough. So I took off one leg of stocking and my panties. I don't know if she initiated it or I did, but our penises met in perfect harmony. With a soft moan, I was fully inside her. And so, on Xiaolan's sofa, we went from face-to-face to missionary, from rear-entry to lifting her long legs and fucking her while she was standing. The living room echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and Xiaolan's moans. Every thrust hit her G-spot, and Xiaolan would cry out, "Ah, you hit it! How do you always manage to hit that spot? It hurts so much!" Xiaolan's moans were equally captivating, coming from within, not just following a rhythm. This kind of moaning felt more real. Every moan and groan came from her throat. The thought of a customer service representative who speaks seriously to so many people every day being fucked so lewdly was incredibly stimulating. After about ten minutes, I finally ejaculated inside her. A while later, I pulled out and found my testicles, the base of my penis, Xiaolan's labia majora, and all the way to her anus, covered in white, sticky fluid. The lewd scene surprised Xiaolan, who asked why so much white stuff was coming out. I laughed and said it was because she was too lewd. She cursed at me and tried to wipe it off, but I grabbed her and said she couldn't wipe it, that I liked it, and we should go to sleep like this. She said I was too perverted.

Later that night, I had sex with her twice more on Xiaolan's pink sheets, leaving puddles of semen and vaginal fluid, making the sheets a mess, and the room reeking of her juices. After that, I dated Xiaolan for two months, going to her house every week to have sex. It was a wonderful time.

[The End]

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