Our new teaching assistant

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Taipei is a melancholic city; weekends have become synonymous with the rainy season. Yesterday, I saw Yu's message on MSN, saying she was going to be a backpacker for a while to experience local life. She didn't know when she'd be back. This would be a major decision for most college graduates, but for Yu, I think it was just a coincidence, because in my memory, Yu was always a girl who loved adventure. This message brought back memories…

“Hey, senior, are you our teaching assistant this semester? Can I get your MSN? We need your support for the midterm exams next week.” It was a pop quiz. The teacher was particularly strict; when the teacher was proctoring, all the teaching assistants were required to sit at the back of the classroom to observe the students' misbehavior from another angle. I never believed in the idea that exams shouldn't involve cheating. In my mind, university is just a way to explore a new field, a basic threshold into society. Grades shouldn't affect a student's future. Those who are interested will naturally improve their academic abilities; there's no issue of fairness. Because of this belief, turning a blind eye to proctoring exams, or even acting as a lookout for them, didn't make me feel guilty. This attitude left a deep impression on Yu among the teaching assistants, and I exchanged MSN contacts with her because of that comment.

After a few online interactions, I invited her to go to the mountains alone to see the night view. The streetlights whizzed past our ears, and the low night temperature made her gradually wrap her arms around me from the back of the motorcycle, putting her hands in the pockets of my down jacket. "It's warmer this way," she said. I felt the touch of her arms, and it was really warm, but the warmth I felt came from my heart. The sky that day was clear, and the stars were like diamonds set in the black curtain. "So beautiful! The stars and the night view seem to be inseparable," she said innocently.

Looking at her innocent face, I couldn't help but kiss her. Our hug and light pecks turned into a deep and passionate kiss, and time seemed to stand still. At that time, I couldn't distinguish between passion and love, and I asked her, "Will you be with me?" "No! I have a boyfriend." Hearing her answer, I was really shocked. "Then we...?" I said, trying to sound calm. “He’s studying in another city, and he’s not good to me, but I really can’t live without him. I just really need someone to be with me.” “Will you stay with me, senior?” she said, hugging me tightly. I was confused, but she was perfectly clear from the beginning; this was just a thrilling kind of companionship.

That night, she stayed overnight at my teaching assistant’s apartment. Because I had classes early the next morning, I went to shower and prepare for bed. When it was her turn to shower, I changed the music in the room to jazz—there’s no music more sexy and relaxing than jazz. After getting into bed and turning off the light, she lay on her side with her back to me. I gently hugged her from behind, and I could feel her nervousness, probably because she still felt a little guilty. I lightly ran my fingers over her smooth skin, along her shoulders, collarbone, and down to her ear, causing a shiver. When I kissed her ear and gently licked her cute earlobe, she let out a soft “Mmm~”—her instinctive reaction of pleasure flusteredly pointing to her erogenous zones. My kisses moved down to her breasts, being careful not to touch her nipples. I enjoyed listening to her panting as I slowly aroused her. Some girls would actively move their upper bodies to let you kiss them, but she didn't; she simply responded with pleasurable sounds. As I caressed her, I slipped my hand inside her wet vulva, gently gliding my fingertips along the vaginal opening, eliciting continuous moans. As my fingers slowly slid into her vagina, the moans grew louder. Yu was a very sensitive woman. Just as I was about to give her oral sex, Yu stopped me, perhaps still feeling a little apologetic. She said, "Let me help you." Then she slipped under the covers, letting me enjoy the negative pressure from her mouth.

Perhaps it was too stimulating. Without much skill, after a few thrusts, my penis started to feel unbearable. So I pulled her out of the covers, tore open a condom from the bedside, and put it on. I whispered in her ear, "I want to enter your body." She kept her eyes closed but nodded slightly. The tight embrace made me notice a hint of pain in her expression as I moved my hips back and forth; she frowned and kept her eyes closed. I asked, "Does it hurt?" She hummed softly, "No, it feels so good." Only then did I feel comfortable moving in rhythm with her. Seeing her so absorbed, I selfishly wished she could belong to me. We continued until we were both covered in sweat. As I gradually sped up, I felt a surge of electricity compel me to ejaculate inside her vagina. Exhausted, I held her and kissed her. Afterward, I told her that I loved her reaction. I could orgasm from her engaged response; such a genuine reaction brought me complete pleasure. In fact, interactions when together are often like this. Often, what's most desirable isn't sex itself, but the exchange of feelings of need for each other. In fact, not being together might have been a better experience. If we had been together, I think it would have been like most couples: passionate love, arguments, coldness, and finally a breakup. Now, I have a sweet memory.

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