Teaching assistant

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It was the night I finished my final exams in my junior year. Our whole class went to a beer house in Tamsui to celebrate with our psychology teaching assistant. The teaching assistant was a senior in our department; she had just graduated a year ago and was about to go to the United States to pursue her master's degree. Everyone in the class was very close to her, and we were a little reluctant to part with her, so we took the opportunity to see her off. To be honest, she was a very beautiful girl, with an oval face, bright eyes, and cherry-like lips. She also had a slender and graceful figure. Countless boys in the class were infatuated with her, and I was one of them. However, she already had a boyfriend, her college sweetheart, who was currently serving in the military, but their relationship had always been very good. When we picked her up at the department office, we noticed she had put on some light makeup, making her already fair face even more alluring. She wore a white silk shirt and a floral skirt, truly stunning, outshining all the other girls in the class who were considered pretty normally. The girls were undeniably jealous, while the boys were completely captivated. The other female students were driven there on motorcycles by the boys, while the teaching assistant and two girls rode in my beat-up old car.

As she gracefully sat down in the driver's seat, a delicate fragrance wafted over. My eyes involuntarily drifted to her thighs; her legs, encased in stockings, were so long and slender, and my heart began to pound.

Sigh! If only she were my girlfriend! To be kissed by such a beauty, I'd be willing to die for it. Sitting on the garden-style lounge chairs in the pub, gazing at the starry sky, with the sea breeze gently blowing, everyone was in high spirits. Singing to liven things up, everyone drank quite a bit. The girls seemed to have abandoned their usual reserve, toasting the boys heartily. I also saw many classmates go over to toast the teaching assistant, and she seemed to be in high spirits, returning each toast. Later, everyone egged her on to drink a large glass and then go on stage to sing, downing another glass after each song. It was already past midnight, and I could see she had drunk quite a bit; her face was flushed, but the rosy glow made her even more charming, and she was in great spirits, constantly talking to others. Seeing her like that, I guessed the alcohol was taking effect, but everyone else looked like they were about to faint. I, on the other hand, had swallowed a few antacids beforehand and eaten something, so I was doing pretty well. When everyone started cheering, I thought she would refuse, because the draft beer glasses were really big, and I wasn't sure I could finish one in one go. But then she said "Okay!" and everyone applauded enthusiastically.

She raised the glass to her lips with both hands, and we started counting for her, cheering her on. I watched her gulp it down, but some of it dripped from the corner of her mouth and into her collar and body. After she finished her drink in one gulp, a thunderous applause erupted. Everyone crowded around her as she went on stage to sing "Goodbye Kiss." Our whole class clapped along, and the atmosphere reached its peak that night. After she finished singing, someone brought her a beer, which she downed with gusto. We gave her another round of enthusiastic applause, counting the beats for her. Unexpectedly, halfway through, she vomited violently. Several female classmates quickly helped her into the dressing room, and I suddenly noticed tears welling in her eyes. When her classmates helped her out of the dressing room, she was so drunk she could barely walk. Her classmates asked if I was okay and offered to take her home. Confident I could manage, I let them help her into my car. After getting in the car, she opened her eyes and whispered to me, "Take me to the beach, I want to feel the breeze,"

and then closed her eyes again. I looked at her; her makeup must have been washed off in the dressing room, her bare face possessing a natural, ethereal beauty, but I noticed tear tracks at the corners of her eyes. I suddenly realized she wasn't crying out of joy, but rather because she had something on her mind, and was so sad she wanted to get drunk. When we arrived at Shalun, I helped her out of the car, then put my arm around her waist, letting her put her other hand on my shoulder as we walked towards the beach. We found a flat patch of sand to sit on, her body very soft, leaning entirely against me. Suddenly, she started to cry. I panicked. I hate seeing girls cry. I pulled out a tissue and gave it to her, then gently patted her back: "It's okay! Don't be afraid, I'm here. Tell me what's wrong, it'll make you feel better."

"My boyfriend and I broke up last night."

"Ah! ????"

I was speechless with shock. They'd been together since freshman year. Their relationship was amazing. Just last month, they came back from Dongyin, and we even saw them holding hands as they went to dinner. How could they break up so quickly? "I received a letter from him last night. He said that after thinking it over, he couldn't go to America. In order not to affect my future, it's better for both of us to break up."

"How could this happen? Wasn't he a very good student?"

Not only was he a good student, but as far as I knew, he graduated first in his class. They were a perfect match, the envy of countless people. "He's the only son in his family, and his parents are getting old. They originally hoped he would stay in the country after graduation, but for my sake, he promised his family he would go abroad to pursue a master's degree for two years and then return home immediately. However, last month his father was hospitalized with a heart condition, and he took leave to return to Taiwan to take care of him at a hospital in Tainan. His father's condition has stabilized, but he is still very weak, and we don't know what kind of shock he suffered. Later, after being discharged from the hospital and returning home, we asked a neighbor girl we've known since childhood to come." She got along well with his family and spoke well with him too. Although his family didn't say anything, you could tell from their eyes that his parents were getting old and their health wasn't good. Their biggest wish now was to find him a wife soon so they could stay home and hold their grandchildren and be content. They didn't want him to leave home again after his military service. They often said, intentionally or unintentionally, how wonderful it would be if that girl were their wife. "

In his letter, he said that he had thought about it for a long time after returning to the army and had already agreed to the marriage with his family. He said he knew I was a very good girl and that he still loved me deeply, but in order not to affect my future, he had to apologize to me and hoped that fate would allow us to continue our relationship. He also said that it would be better for us to remain ordinary friends in the future."

"He said he thought a lot during his time in the army, and the experience helped him grow a lot. He felt he had become more mature and more responsible for his decisions. Before joining the army, he always thought that as long as he worked hard, he could overcome any difficulty. But now he realizes that there are too many ups and downs in life that are beyond his control. Only then did he deeply understand that ordinariness is the greatest happiness. So he decided to give up going abroad with me and choose to be content with an ordinary life."

Leaning against my chest, she told her story intermittently. I think after she had poured out her heart, she was calmer and stopped crying. Leaning against me, she slowly closed her eyes. I held her close, gently stroking her back, letting the sea breeze brush her hair against my face. With each breath she took, my mind began to wander. That moment felt so blissful; how wonderful it was to be completely trusted by such a smart and beautiful girl. Holding her tightly, I wished she could forget all her worries, that I could love her, pamper her, cherish her, and protect her. I wished this moment could last forever. "Gulp!"

Happy times are always fleeting. I heard a nauseous sound from her stomach, and before I could react, "Ugh!!"

she vomited, worst of all, right on my chest, staining her clothes. A strong nausea, mixed with stomach acid, undigested food, and the pungent smell of alcohol, hit me. I had to take deep breaths to avoid vomiting. I quickly carried her to a large rock and let her lean against it. I took off my shirt, which was covered in vomit, and used it as a towel to wipe the vomit off her body. Then I went to the beach to wash the clothes. I did this several times until the clothes were clean.

However, quite a bit of fluid had already seeped into her body from the collar. After thinking for a moment, I started to unbutton her shirt. She was wearing a very ordinary skin-colored bra. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were still quite shapely. Strangely, I didn't have any impure thoughts at the time; I just wanted to help her clean herself. After thoroughly cleaning her shoulders, armpits, cleavage, and abdomen with a towel, I knew some fluid had seeped inside her bra, but I didn't dare touch it and quickly fastened the clasp. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and said, "Thank you!"

I froze for a moment, my heart suddenly pounding. I guessed she was really drunk and tired, so I picked her up and carried her back to the car through the sand. She was a little heavy, but I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, as if I were carrying my wife, and she didn't feel heavy at all. After closing the car door, I put on my shirt that had fallen off. As the car started moving, the cool summer night breeze blew in through the window, and I actually felt a little cold. I quickly rolled down the window and looked back at her beside me. She was fast asleep, her head turned to the side. I noticed her chest; although I had wiped away the filth, there was still a large stain. I thought to myself, "I'll have to give her a good wash when she gets home!" Thinking of this, I realized that I only vaguely remembered that she lived on Dunhua South Road in Taipei, but I didn't know the exact address. I shook her: "Teaching assistant, wake up."

No response. I tried again: "Teaching assistant, wake up."

Still no use. Forget it. I thought, even if I woke her up now, in her current state, I wouldn't get anything out of her. Besides, even if I did get something out of her, taking her home at 2:30 in the morning, her family would definitely think I raped her if they saw her like this. I decided to go back to my rented apartment near the school first. I parked the car, opened the door, and helped her out. I put her on my bed; she was still limp and weak. After resting a bit, I took one of my t-shirts and shorts and helped her to the bathroom to wash up. After running hot water, I wiped her face with a towel, and her eyes slowly opened. "I've run a hot bath. Take a shower first, then you can go to bed."

"Okay."

I gently closed the door, took off my shirt and threw it into the sink, returned to my desk, put on a Canon record, lit a cigarette, and began to recall everything that had happened tonight. During a break in the music, I went to the bathroom door. It was quiet; I guessed she was asleep again. Hmm...hmm...I gently knocked on the door. There was no response. I gently pushed the door open and saw her still sitting on the floor, asleep. "Teaching assistant, teaching assistant."

I shook her. She groggily opened her eyes, looked up at me, then lowered her head again. "Teaching assistant, teaching assistant, take a shower before you sleep."

"I know,"

she said, looking up. I let go of her and prepared to leave, but her hand tugged at me. I looked at her. "I have no strength, please help me."

I froze for a moment, looking at her sitting on the floor, almost completely slumped there, her hair disheveled and hanging down her chest, her clothes wrinkled and dirty, her once bright short skirt soaked through by the water from the bathroom floor—she looked utterly disheveled. At school, she was always so lively, clean, and beautiful; I never imagined I would see her in such a wretched state. I closed the door, helped her sit on a small stool, swept her hair back around her neck, and began unbuttoning the front of her shirt. She leaned softly against me, letting me pull down her shirt and unhook her bra. I saw her small, pink nipples on her breasts. Looking at her breasts, strangely, I didn't have any lewd thoughts. I simply treated her as a patient, someone who completely trusted me, relied on me, and needed my help. After removing her skirt and underwear, I gently dried her body with a towel, then applied soap with shower gel. After rinsing the soap off, I was worried she might catch a cold, but I wasn't sure how much pressure to apply through the towel. So I carefully and gently dried her completely, preparing to help her put her clothes back on. (My feelings...)

At this moment, before I had even won her heart, I found myself possessing her body so realistically. I helped her put on the t-shirt and shorts I had brought, assisted her to bed, gently kissed her forehead, and said goodnight.

After turning off the light and gently closing the door, I took my clothes to the bathroom. I turned on the tap and let the cold water run over my head to clear my mind and calm my chaotic thoughts. After a quick rinse, I was still worried about my teaching assistant, so I returned to the room in my shorts. She was nestled in the pillow, sleeping sweetly and gently. Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her peaceful face, and I felt an urge to kiss her. I leaned forward and gently kissed her nose and eyes. She suddenly stirred and murmured something. I was startled. Thankfully, she rolled over and fell back asleep.

I went back to the bathroom, soaked her underwear, shirt, and skirt in laundry detergent, and after smoking a cigarette on the balcony, I hand-washed her clothes. Growing up, I'd never seen another woman's underwear except for my mother's clothes—not counting what I saw on TV or in department stores. Holding her bra, I felt a strange passion rise within me. I started recalling the times I unhooked her bra and the thick, dark pubic hair I'd seen when I removed her panties—the images flashed vividly before my eyes. Suppressing the rising desire within me, I hurriedly rinsed it clean with water and hung it to dry on the balcony behind the house. I figured it would be dry by the time she woke up tomorrow. I took a jacket from the hanger, snuggled into the sofa in the corner of the room, and covered myself with the jacket. I'd spend the night here. Closing my eyes, I felt incredibly tired, but I couldn't fall asleep. Suddenly, the image of her lying in the bathroom flashed before my eyes. She was completely naked on top of me, my fingers gently tracing her smooth skin. Her pink nipples and soft breasts were so alluring. I felt an involuntary swelling in my lower body. I bit my lip hard, disgusted by my own filthy thoughts. I tossed and turned, unable to control myself, because every time I closed my eyes, I thought of her body. I jerked myself up, lit a cigarette, and felt a splitting headache. "Oh, no, no, I... I... I have a bit of a headache and can't sleep."

As if afraid of being seen through, I answered incoherently. "You're awake,"

I asked her. "I've been awake for a while."

"Did I disturb you?"

I asked. "Oh, no. The moonlight was so beautiful, I didn't want to sleep,"

she replied. "Come lie down next to me, you'll catch a cold sleeping on the sofa."

I gently climbed into bed and lay down on my left side. She turned to face me; in the moonlight, her face was so fresh and beautiful, her long, flowing hair reflecting a soft glow, like a fairy from heaven. I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my earlier filthy fantasies. She reached out and teased my lips with her finger, softly asking, "What were you thinking about just now? Were you thinking about me?"

I was so embarrassed; I bet my face was as red as an apple, but I denied it, saying, "No."

"Look, your face is so red and you still say no,"

she said with a laugh. I gently brushed the hair from her forehead, and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Holding such a beautiful woman in my arms, I couldn't resist the temptation at all. I started kissing her forehead, her eyes, the tip of her nose, and slowly moved towards her small lips. I gently touched her lips with the tip of my own, and she didn't resist. I mustered my courage and pressed my lips to hers, slipping my tongue inside her mouth and gently parting her teeth. Teasing me, she slowly opened her mouth, her tongue lightly touching mine before quickly retracting. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, searching for her soft, smooth tongue, but she possessed a girlish reserve, letting her tongue, soft as an eel, glide across my tongue. I chased her tongue for a long time until I caught it, pressing it down and forcefully sucking the fragrant juices from her mouth. Her body trembled, arching her back against my chest; I could even feel the heat emanating from her slightly protruding nipples. I knew she wanted it, and I kissed her trembling lips even more passionately, one hand encircling her neck, my right hand gently moving down to gently grasp her breast, rubbing her nipple with my index finger and thumb, slowly hardening it. I lowered my head and kissed her neck, while my right hand squeezed her breast harder. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she began to moan softly. I pulled her t-shirt over her head, and her breasts were once again in front of me, but unlike before when they were pale and soft, they were flushed and stood proudly erect. Her originally pink nipples were now a fiery red from the engorgement. I took off her pants, and her legs naturally spread open to meet me. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, letting my already throbbing, slightly aching penis thrust out freely. I lay on top of her, gently caressing her entire body, gradually warming her lower body. Then I kissed her lips, teasing each breast with my hands, and slowly entered her body. Her private parts were a little tight, and it seemed like there wasn't enough lubrication, making it a bit astringent. Her moans were tinged with pain, and I saw her beautiful face seemed to be contorted. I slowly withdrew from her body, and whispered in her ear, "Does it hurt a lot?"

She replied, "It's okay, it's alright."

"I'll be gentle, tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Okay,"

she replied. I started kissing her lips, her neck, and then her swollen, red breasts. Her moans came in waves, and as I gently stroked her inner thighs, her thick body hair was like an adventurous jungle of desire waiting for me to explore. My tongue lightly teased her private parts, and she suddenly let out a wild, loud moan. I inserted my tongue to explore her secret place, and she trembled and moaned even more. I opened my mouth and greedily sucked in her thick love juice, which flowed in like a bursting Yellow River. Her warm flesh enveloped my penis, and waves of heat surged from my lower body, smoothly rising deeper and higher. I slowly thrust back and forth, her face flushed crimson, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my flesh, her mouth emitting continuous, wanton moans. I increased the pace of my thrusts, and her moans gradually rose higher and higher until they reached their peak. I slowed down, the lingering echoes of her deep, secluded valley swirling around the beams, soon rising again. I was like a conductor, leading the orchestra of lust, letting the passionate music run wild in the realm of lovemaking. The music sometimes soared, sometimes sank low, but it was the most moving symphony I had ever heard in my life.

I felt a trembling excitement surge through my genitals, a muscle spasm shooting up my spine to my head. I thrust my penis harder, letting my genitals contract and relax completely. Her moans and cries echoed, reaching a crescendo, mingling with our heavy breathing as my semen gushed out, gushing out, gushing out again. After a few wild, lewd cries, she slowly calmed down. I lay down beside her, but she rolled over, turning her back to me. After a while, I heard soft sobbing. I turned her around so she was facing me; her head was bowed, tears streaming down her face. "First time?"

I asked. "Yes.

" "Does it still hurt?"

"No, it's much better now."

"It's my first time too, but don't worry, I'll take responsibility."

She quickly raised her head and covered my mouth with her hand. "Don't say that, it was my own choice."

I hugged her tightly, kissed her lips, and whispered to her, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you when you were at your weakest."

"I have to thank you for taking care of me tonight. When I threw up on you, you didn't take advantage of me when you undressed me, which made me think you're a gentleman. And when you helped me bathe just now, I was naked against you, and you still carefully washed me clean without any distractions. Although I was weak, I was still very conscious. I was so touched at that moment, and I felt that you were someone I could rely on, so I decided to give myself to you."

She gently stroked my lips with her fingers as she spoke her heart. "I only saw you as someone who needed my help, and I wholeheartedly hoped that you could sleep comfortably. I didn't think about anything else."

"Don't say anymore, I'm tired, let's sleep,"

she whispered. I held her in my arms, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep. I felt so happy at that moment, wishing time could stand still forever. I drifted off to sleep. The next day, I was awakened by blinding sunlight. I looked at my watch; it was already past ten. The bedside was empty. She was long gone. I rubbed my eyes hard, wondering if last night had been a dream. I got out of bed and saw her note: "I'm gone. Thank you for everything you did for me." "Xiaoru, Xiaoru,"

I murmured the teaching assistant's name. I went to the balcony behind the house. Only a bra was missing; all her other clothes were still there, not yet dry. Her clothes were still with me. I believed she would come back.

It was the night I finished my final exams in my junior year. Our whole class went to a beer house in Tamsui to celebrate with our psychology teaching assistant. The teaching assistant was a senior in our department; she had just graduated a year ago and was about to go to the United States to pursue her master's degree. Everyone in the class was very close to her, and we were a little reluctant to part with her, so we took the opportunity to see her off. To be honest, she was a very beautiful girl, with an oval face, bright eyes, and cherry-like lips. She also had a slender and graceful figure. Countless boys in the class were infatuated with her, and I was one of them. However, she already had a boyfriend, her college sweetheart, who was currently serving in the military, but their relationship had always been very good. When we picked her up at the department office, we noticed she had put on some light makeup, making her already fair face even more alluring. She wore a white silk shirt and a floral skirt, truly stunning, outshining all the other girls in the class who were considered pretty normally. The girls were undeniably jealous, while the boys were completely captivated. The other female students were driven there on motorcycles by the boys, while the teaching assistant and two girls rode in my beat-up old car.

As she gracefully sat down in the driver's seat, a delicate fragrance wafted over. My eyes involuntarily drifted to her thighs; her legs, encased in stockings, were so long and slender, and my heart began to pound.

Sigh! If only she were my girlfriend! To be kissed by such a beauty, I'd be willing to die for it. Sitting on the garden-style lounge chairs in the pub, gazing at the starry sky, with the sea breeze gently blowing, everyone was in high spirits. Singing to liven things up, everyone drank quite a bit. The girls seemed to have abandoned their usual reserve, toasting the boys heartily. I also saw many classmates go over to toast the teaching assistant, and she seemed to be in high spirits, returning each toast. Later, everyone egged her on to drink a large glass and then go on stage to sing, downing another glass after each song. It was already past midnight, and I could see she had drunk quite a bit; her face was flushed, but the rosy glow made her even more charming, and she was in great spirits, constantly talking to others. Seeing her like that, I guessed the alcohol was taking effect, but everyone else looked like they were about to faint. I, on the other hand, had swallowed a few antacids beforehand and eaten something, so I was doing pretty well. When everyone started cheering, I thought she would refuse, because the draft beer glasses were really big, and I wasn't sure I could finish one in one go. But then she said "Okay!" and everyone applauded enthusiastically.

She raised the glass to her lips with both hands, and we started counting for her, cheering her on. I watched her gulp it down, but some of it dripped from the corner of her mouth and into her collar and body. After she finished her drink in one gulp, a thunderous applause erupted. Everyone crowded around her as she went on stage to sing "Goodbye Kiss." Our whole class clapped along, and the atmosphere reached its peak that night. After she finished singing, someone brought her a beer, which she downed with gusto. We gave her another round of enthusiastic applause, counting the beats for her. Unexpectedly, halfway through, she vomited violently. Several female classmates quickly helped her into the dressing room, and I suddenly noticed tears welling in her eyes. When her classmates helped her out of the dressing room, she was so drunk she could barely walk. Her classmates asked if I was okay and offered to take her home. Confident I could manage, I let them help her into my car. After getting in the car, she opened her eyes and whispered to me, "Take me to the beach, I want to feel the breeze,"

and then closed her eyes again. I looked at her; her makeup must have been washed off in the dressing room, her bare face possessing a natural, ethereal beauty, but I noticed tear tracks at the corners of her eyes. I suddenly realized she wasn't crying out of joy, but rather because she had something on her mind, and was so sad she wanted to get drunk. When we arrived at Shalun, I helped her out of the car, then put my arm around her waist, letting her put her other hand on my shoulder as we walked towards the beach. We found a flat patch of sand to sit on, her body very soft, leaning entirely against me. Suddenly, she started to cry. I panicked. I hate seeing girls cry. I pulled out a tissue and gently patted her back. "It's okay! Don't be afraid, I'm here. Tell me what's wrong, it'll make you feel better." "

My boyfriend and I broke up last night."

"Ah! ????"

I was speechless with shock. They'd been together since freshman year. Their relationship was amazing. They just came back from Dongyin last month, and we even saw them holding hands going to dinner. How could they break up so quickly? "I received a letter from him last night. He said after thinking it over, he couldn't go to America. He said it's better for both of us to break up so as not to affect my future."

"How could this happen? Isn't he a very good student?"

Not only is it great, but as far as I know, he graduated first in his class. They are truly a perfect match, envied by countless people. "He is the only son in his family. His parents are getting old, and they originally hoped he would stay in the country after graduation. However, for my sake, he promised his family that he would go abroad to pursue a master's degree for two years and then return home immediately. But last month, his father was hospitalized with a heart condition, and he took leave to return to Taiwan to take care of him at the Tainan Hospital. His father's condition has stabilized, but he is still very weak, probably due to some kind of shock. After being discharged from the hospital, he returned home, and his family hired a neighbor girl they've known since childhood." She got along well with his family and spoke well with him too. Although his family didn't say anything, you could tell from their eyes that his parents were getting old and their health wasn't good. Their biggest wish now was to find him a wife soon so they could stay home and hold their grandchildren and be content. They didn't want him to leave home again after his military service. They often said, intentionally or unintentionally, how wonderful it would be if that girl were their wife. "

In his letter, he said that he had thought about it for a long time after returning to the army and had already agreed to the marriage with his family. He said he knew I was a very good girl and that he still loved me deeply, but in order not to affect my future, he had to apologize to me and hoped that fate would allow us to continue our relationship. He also said that it would be better for us to remain ordinary friends in the future."

"He said he thought a lot during his time in the army, and the experience helped him grow a lot. He felt he had become more mature and more responsible for his decisions. Before joining the army, he always thought that as long as he worked hard, he could overcome any difficulty. But now he realizes that there are too many ups and downs in life that are beyond his control. Only then did he deeply understand that ordinariness is the greatest happiness. So he decided to give up going abroad with me and choose to be content with an ordinary life."

Leaning against my chest, she told her story intermittently. I think after she had poured out her heart, she was calmer and stopped crying. Leaning against me, she slowly closed her eyes. I held her close, gently stroking her back, letting the sea breeze brush her hair against my face. With each breath she took, my mind began to wander. That moment felt so blissful; how wonderful it was to be completely trusted by such a smart and beautiful girl. Holding her tightly, I wished she could forget all her worries, that I could love her, pamper her, cherish her, and protect her. I wished this moment could last forever. "Gulp!"

Happy times are always fleeting. I heard a nauseous sound from her stomach, and before I could react, "Ugh!!"

she vomited, worst of all, right on my chest, staining her clothes. A strong nausea, mixed with stomach acid, undigested food, and the pungent smell of alcohol, hit me. I had to take deep breaths to avoid vomiting. I quickly carried her to a large rock and let her lean against it. I took off my shirt, which was covered in vomit, and used it as a towel to wipe the vomit off her body. Then I went to the beach to wash the clothes. I did this several times until the clothes were clean.

However, quite a bit of fluid had already seeped into her body from the collar. After thinking for a moment, I started to unbutton her shirt. She was wearing a very ordinary skin-colored bra. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were still quite shapely. Strangely, I didn't have any impure thoughts at the time; I just wanted to help her clean herself. After thoroughly cleaning her shoulders, armpits, cleavage, and abdomen with a towel, I knew some fluid had seeped into her bra, but I didn't dare touch it and hurriedly fastened the clasp. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and said, "Thank you!"

I was stunned for a moment, my heart pounding. I guessed she was really drunk and tired, so I picked her up and carried her back to the car through the sand. She was a little heavy, but I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, as if I were carrying my wife, and she didn't feel heavy at all. I closed the car door, put on my shirt that had fallen off, and as the car started moving, the cool summer night breeze blew in through the window, making me feel a little chilly. I quickly rolled down the window and looked back at her beside me; she was fast asleep, her head tilted to the side. I noticed a large stain on her chest, even though I had wiped away the filth. I thought to myself, "She'll have to wash herself properly when she gets home!" Then I realized I only vaguely remembered that she lived on Dunhua South Road in Taipei, but I didn't know the exact address. I shook her: "Teaching assistant, wake up."

No response. I tried again: "Teaching assistant, wake up."

Still no use. Oh well. I thought to myself, even if I woke her up now, given her current condition, I wouldn't get anything out of her. Besides, even if I did get something out of her, taking her home at 2:30 in the morning would make her family think I raped her. After thinking it over, I decided to go back to my rented apartment near the school first. I parked the car, opened the door, and helped her out. I put her on my bed; she was still limp and weak. After resting a bit, I took one of my shirts and shorts and helped her to the bathroom to wash up. After running hot water, I wiped her face with a towel, and her eyes slowly opened. "I've run a hot bath. Take a shower first, then you can go to bed."

"Okay."

I gently closed the door, took off my shirt and threw it into the sink, returned to my desk, put on a Canon record, lit a cigarette, and began to recall everything that had happened tonight. During a break in the music, I went to the bathroom door. It was quiet; I guessed she was asleep again. Hmm...hmm...I gently knocked on the door. There was no response. I gently pushed the door open and saw her still sitting on the floor, asleep. "Teaching assistant, teaching assistant."

I shook her. She groggily opened her eyes, looked up at me, then lowered her head again. "Teaching assistant, teaching assistant, take a shower before you sleep."

"I know,"

she said, looking up. I let go of her and prepared to leave, but her hand tugged at me. I looked at her. "I have no strength, please help me."

I froze for a moment, looking at her sitting on the floor, almost completely slumped there, her hair disheveled and hanging down her chest, her clothes wrinkled and dirty, her once bright short skirt soaked through by the water from the bathroom floor—she looked utterly disheveled. At school, she was always so lively, clean, and beautiful; I never imagined I would see her in such a wretched state. I closed the door, helped her sit on a small stool, swept her hair back around her neck, and began unbuttoning the front of her shirt. She leaned softly against me, letting me pull down her shirt and unhook her bra. I saw her small, pink nipples on her breasts. Looking at her breasts, strangely, I didn't have any lewd thoughts. I simply treated her as a patient, someone who completely trusted me, relied on me, and needed my help. After removing her skirt and underwear, I gently dried her body with a towel, then applied soap with shower gel. After rinsing the soap off, I was worried she might catch a cold, but I wasn't sure how much pressure to apply through the towel. So I carefully and gently dried her completely, preparing to help her put her clothes back on. (My feelings...)

At this moment, before I had even won her heart, I found myself possessing her body so realistically. I helped her put on the t-shirt and shorts I had brought, assisted her to bed, gently kissed her forehead, and said goodnight.

After turning off the light and gently closing the door, I took my clothes to the bathroom. I turned on the tap and let the cold water run over my head to clear my mind and calm my chaotic thoughts. After a quick rinse, I was still worried about my teaching assistant, so I returned to the room in my shorts. She was nestled in the pillow, sleeping sweetly and gently. Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her peaceful face, and I felt an urge to kiss her. I leaned forward and gently kissed her nose and eyes. She suddenly stirred and murmured something. I was startled. Thankfully, she rolled over and fell back into a deep sleep.

Back in the bathroom, I soaked her underwear, shirt, and skirt in laundry detergent. After smoking a cigarette on the balcony, I hand-washed her clothes. Growing up, I'd never seen another woman's underwear except for my mother's clothes—not counting what I saw on TV or in department stores. Holding her bra, a strange passion surged within me. I started recalling the times I'd unhooked her bra and the thick, dark pubic hair I'd seen when I removed her panties; the images vividly flashed before my eyes. Suppressing the rising desire, I hurriedly rinsed it dry and hung it on the back balcony. I figured it would be dry by the time she woke up tomorrow. I took a jacket from the hanger, snuggled into the sofa in the corner, and covered myself with the jacket. I'd spend the night here. I closed my eyes, feeling incredibly tired, yet unable to fall asleep. Suddenly, the image of her lying naked in the bathroom flashed before my eyes. My fingers gently traced her smooth skin; her pink nipples and soft breasts were so alluring. A swelling rose in my groin involuntarily. I bit my lip hard, disgusted by my own filthy thoughts. I tossed and turned, unable to control myself, because every time I closed my eyes, I thought of her body. I abruptly sat up, lit a cigarette, and felt a splitting headache. "Oh, no, no, I... I... I have a headache and can't sleep."

As if afraid of being seen through, I stammered. "You're awake,"

I asked her. "I've been awake for a while."

"Did I disturb you?"

I asked her. "Oh, no. The moonlight was so beautiful, I didn't want to go back to sleep,"

she replied. "Come lie down next to me, you'll catch a cold sleeping on the sofa."

I gently climbed into bed and lay down on my left side. She turned to face me, and in the moonlight, her face was so fresh and beautiful, her long hair reflecting a soft glow, like a fairy from heaven. I couldn't help but feel guilty for my filthy fantasies. She reached out and teased my lips with her finger, softly asking, "What were you thinking about just now? Were you thinking about me?"

I was so embarrassed; I guessed my face must be as red as an apple, but I denied it, "No."

"Look, your face is so red and you still say no,"

she said with a laugh. I gently brushed the strands of hair from her forehead. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Holding such a beautiful woman in my arms, I couldn't resist the temptation. I began kissing her forehead, eyes, and the tip of her nose, slowly moving towards her small lips. I gently touched her lips with the tip of my own, and she didn't resist. I mustered my courage and pressed my lips to hers, slipping my tongue inside and gently parting her teeth. At my teasing, she slowly opened her mouth, extending her tongue to lightly touch mine, only to quickly retract it. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, searching for her soft, smooth tongue, but she possessed a girlish reserve, letting her tongue, soft as an eel, glide across my tongue. I chased her tongue for a long time until I caught it, pressed it down, and forcefully sucked the fragrant juices from her mouth. Her body trembled, arching her back against my chest. I could even feel the heat emanating from her slightly protruding nipples. I knew she wanted it, and I kissed her trembling lips even more passionately. One hand encircled her neck, while my right hand gently slid down, lightly grasping her breast and rubbing her nipple with my index finger and thumb, slowly hardening it. I lowered my head, embracing her neck, while my right hand squeezed her breast even harder. Her eyes closed slightly, and she began to let out low moans. I pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her breasts once more. Unlike before, which were pale and soft, these breasts were flushed and stood proudly erect. Her once pink nipples, now engorged with blood, glowed a fiery red. I pulled down her pants, and her legs naturally parted to meet me. I hastily stripped off my own clothes, letting my already throbbing, slightly aching erection thrust out freely. I lay on top of her, gently caressing her entire body, gradually warming her genitals. Then, kissing her lips, I teased each breast with my hands, slowly entering her body. Her vagina was a little tight, and it seemed like there wasn't enough lubrication, making it a bit astringent. Her moans were tinged with pain, and I saw her beautiful face contort in distress. I slowly withdrew from her body, and whispered in her ear, "Does it hurt?"

She replied, "It's okay, it's alright."

"I'll be gentle. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Okay,"

she answered. I began kissing her lips, her neck, and then her swollen, red breasts. Her moans came in waves, and as I gently stroked her inner thighs, her thick body hair was like a jungle of desire waiting for me to explore. My tongue lightly teased her genitals, and she suddenly let out a wild, loud moan. I thrust my tongue inside, and she trembled and moaned even more. I opened my mouth greedily, sucking in the thick, potent love juice. It flowed in like a burst dam, the warm flesh enveloping my penis. Waves of heat surged from my lower body, smoothly rising deeper and deeper. I slowly thrust in and out, her face flushing crimson. She gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my flesh, and she moaned incessantly. I increased the pace of my thrusts, and her cries gradually rose higher and higher until they reached their peak. I slowed down, the lingering echoes of her deep, secluded valley swirling around me, before gradually rising again. I was like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, leading the symphony of desire, letting the passionate music run wild in the realm of sex. The music sometimes soared, sometimes sank, but it was the most moving symphony I had ever heard in my life.

I felt a trembling excitement from my lower body, the clenching muscles twitching and shooting straight up my spine to my head. I thrust my penis harder, letting my lower body muscles contract and relax to their fullest extent. Her moans and cries echoed and soared to the heavens, mingling with our heavy breathing as semen gushed out, gushed out, and gushed out again. After a few wild, lewd cries, she slowly calmed down. I lay down beside her, but she rolled over and faced away from me. After a while, I heard soft sobbing. I turned her around so she was facing me; her head was down, tears streaming down her face. "First time?"

I asked. "Yes

." "Does it still hurt?"

"No, it's much better now."

"It's my first time too, but don't worry, I'll take responsibility."

She quickly raised her head and covered my mouth with her hand. "Don't say that, it was my own choice."

I hugged her tightly, kissed her lips, and whispered to her, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you when you were at your weakest."

"I have to thank you for taking care of me tonight. When I threw up on you, you didn't take advantage of me when you undressed me, which made me think you're a gentleman. And when you helped me bathe just now, I was naked against you, and you still carefully washed me clean without any distractions. Although I was weak, I was still very conscious. I was so touched at that moment, and I felt that you were someone I could rely on, so I decided to give myself to you."

She gently stroked my lips with her fingers as she spoke her heart. "I only saw you as someone who needed my help, and I wholeheartedly hoped that you could sleep comfortably. I didn't think about anything else."

"Don't say anymore, I'm tired, let's sleep,"

she whispered. I held her in my arms, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep. I felt so happy at that moment, wishing time could stand still forever. I drifted off to sleep. The next day, I was awakened by blinding sunlight. I looked at my watch; it was already past ten. The bedside was empty. She was long gone. I rubbed my eyes hard, wondering if last night had been a dream. I got out of bed and saw her note: "I'm gone. Thank you for everything you did for me." "Xiaoru, Xiaoru,"

I murmured the teaching assistant's name. I went to the balcony behind the house. Only a bra was missing; all her other clothes were still there, not yet dry. Her clothes were still with me. I believed she would come back.

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