A secret kept in my heart for five years

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She was my high school Chinese teacher and also my homeroom teacher. She was 30 years old when I was a freshman.

I vividly remember her walking into our classroom during my freshman orientation. She was about 168 cm tall, with a full figure, but not fat. That day, she wore a blue spaghetti-strap long dress, but underneath she wore a white short-sleeved top—her favorite outfit… I deeply respected her character. Although she sometimes nagged us to study, she genuinely cared about our future, unlike most teachers who only focused on college entrance exam pass rates. She emphasized character development, hoping everyone could become upright individuals. Besides, she was the class's unifying force. Throughout our freshman year, she attended several class trips, always at the students' invitation. Whether studying or playing, our time together was always enjoyable. As a teacher, she was truly impeccable. After about three months of this, I gradually realized… She harbored feelings of infatuation with me. During class, I would gaze at the teacher, admiring her beautiful face and body. Gradually, she became the object of my fantasies during my nighttime masturbation… In my first year of high school, I was quite playful, so my grades were always unsatisfactory. Since my initial grades were among the top in the class, the teacher often scolded me for this. One afternoon during lunch break, the teacher called me out of the classroom. As soon as I stepped out, she angrily said,

“Do you really want to go to university? You failed four subjects in this term exam!”

I casually hummed indifferently.

At this moment, the teacher seemed very angry. I didn’t dare to look her in the eye, so I secretly glanced at her eyes, which were brimming with tears. I frightened her. In the eyes of our classmates, she had always been very strong.

This was the first time in almost half a year that I had seen her cry.

She raised her hands and tightly grasped my shoulders.

“Do you know how worried I was about you?” "Yet you just look so indifferent..."

I didn't say anything, but for some reason, I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. "Teacher, I'm sorry," I said slowly. The teacher wiped away the tears from her eyes with her fingers, took a slight breath, and then said to me, "Don't apologize to me. If you really care, you should study hard."

"Actually, I want to study, but I can never concentrate. As time goes by, the gap between me and my classmates widens, and I feel less and less like studying."

"This can't go on." "Then starting tomorrow, after school, you'll stay for three hours. I'll supervise you."

"..."

Since the teacher wasn't married and lived alone, there wasn't much to worry about at home. That evening, the teacher called home and told my mother that I needed to stay at school to study. My parents were naturally embarrassed, but they agreed after the teacher insisted. The next day after school, the teacher gave me 30 minutes to go to the vicinity of the school for dinner, and then I would start studying again. This went on for two weeks. Sometimes the teacher would buy me dinner, and we would "have dinner together" in the classroom.

Gradually, the teacher and I became more and more like friends, without the barrier between teacher and student. We often talked about everything. Once, the teacher bought beef noodles, and I, as usual... I poured the noodles and soup into a bowl before eating, but then I slipped and spilled the soup over the table, making the whole table hot. There happened to be a box of tissues on the table next to me. Most people would grab the tissues to wipe themselves up, but coincidentally, my teacher and I both reached for them at the same time. I grabbed her hand. Her hand was slender and smooth to the touch. I hesitated for a moment and noticed her cheeks were slightly flushed. When she realized I was looking at her, she immediately lowered her head. I quickly let go of her hand, too embarrassed to say anything. That meal became a little awkward. Her face remained lowered, and she didn't say a word... From that day on, I kept thinking, maybe my teacher liked me too? But perhaps out of moral obligation, I couldn't say much, which is why I held her hand then, and she didn't pull away, just quietly let me hold it. A few days later, during evening self-study, the teacher had something to do and would be a little late, so after dinner, I went back to the classroom and sat there in a daze, staring at the clock on the wall, "6:05." I gazed blankly out the window, thinking about the teacher's beautiful image. Seconds passed by, and then the teacher arrived. She didn't say anything, just walked towards me. Suddenly, she stretched out her arms and hugged me tightly. I was startled and at a loss. At that moment, she spoke

, "I like you so much." Those words deeply touched my heart and aroused my strong desire for her. So I hugged her back, pulling her tightly against me. Her breasts, soft and yielding, pressed against my body. My chin rested on the top of her head, and I could smell the fragrance of her hair. "Actually, I like you very much, teacher too." I spoke softly, looking at her face, closing my eyes, and kissing my teacher. Her lips had the taste of a mature woman. My tongue gently slipped into her mouth, and for a moment, touching her tongue created an indescribable feeling. Two tongues caressed each other in our mouths. Afterward, I asked my teacher, "Is this really okay?"

"Mmm," she gently promised.

Because it was winter, it got dark very quickly. It was only a little past 6 o'clock, but it was already dark. To avoid being discovered by the students in the opposite classroom, we drew the curtains and locked the classroom door. (Our building had first-year classrooms, and the building opposite had third-year classrooms, less than 20 meters apart. First-year students didn't have evening self-study sessions, so only our classroom had the lights on.) My first time was with my high school teacher in the open space behind the classroom. I tore open a large cardboard box from the recycling bin and spread it on the ground. I dragged off my school uniform, underwear, socks, and was completely naked. This was the first time since I was old enough to understand that I had stood naked in front of a woman. My teacher couldn't help but blush with embarrassment when she saw it; her cheeks flushed. Red, her hands slowly removed her clothes—top…skirt…underwear…leaving only her bra and panties. She gestured for me to take off her bra. I was a little nervous, after all, this was my first time. So, following what I'd learned from watching porn, I pulled the bra straps down to the sides and unhooked the front. At this moment, her beautiful breasts were fully revealed. Her breasts weren't large, but they were beautifully shaped, firm, and perky. Her nipples were a light brown, emanating a captivating aura. I brought my cheek close to her breasts, sucking on her nipple, while one hand gently caressed the other. Her nipple began to harden and stand erect. Then, I playfully bit her nipple with my front teeth. "Mmm...mmm..." the teacher moaned, her body twisting and turning. I moved my hand, which had been caressing her breasts, down her abdomen, and onto her panties. I gently touched her vulva with my index finger. I was surprised to find that her panties were already slightly damp; they were a pale pink. I pulled her panties down, revealing her vulva to me. Her thick, untrimmed pubic hair and tightly closed labia were clearly visible. My penis was now rock hard. I turned around, spread her legs apart, and brought my face close to her vulva, placing my penis in front of her face. I began to lick her vulva with my tongue. As her legs opened, her labia parted, revealing her clitoris. I licked it with my tongue, and the teacher put my penis into her mouth, plunging it all the way in. I seemed to feel the tip touching her throat as I kept licking. Her vagina had a pungent smell. As I licked, her vagina seemed to swell up and turn red as she orgasmed. At this moment, her vaginal fluid kept flowing out. I licked it with my tongue, tasting the fluid. I could feel the walls of her vagina moving rapidly. Then, her mouth sped up and gripped my penis tightly. Since it was my first time, I couldn't take it anymore and ejaculated into her mouth. She drank all the semen. My penis was still erect. Maybe it was because I was young, didn't have any bad habits, and had good stamina?

Later, the teacher sat on the cardboard in a dustpan shape, and I sat behind her in the same shape. My penis was pressed tightly against her buttocks. My right hand reached under her armpit, caressing her breasts, while my left hand reached into her vagina, continuing to play with her already climaxed vagina. The teacher turned her head back and kissed me. At that moment, I suddenly felt that there was probably nothing in the world happier than making love with the one you love. This lasted for several minutes, and the cardboard was soaked with the teacher's vaginal fluid. So I laid the teacher flat on the cardboard, spread her legs,

and asked her, "Can I go in?"

"Um... Teacher, your period just ended, it's okay..."

Having at least studied health education chapter 14 in middle school, I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, aimed my penis, and slowly inserted it. "Ah... um..." she cried out a few times.

I grabbed her waist with both hands; the feeling of her plumpness was so comfortable. So, I started thrusting my penis in and out. "Um... um... so good... don't stop."

Gradually,

"Ah... ah... ah... ah... keep going, harder, so good... um... ah..."

her vaginal fluids kept gushing out. My glans could feel the love juice rushing towards me and her writhing vagina, making my penis reach its peak of pleasure. So I bent forward, picked up my teacher, kissed her, and prepared for the final sprint. After dozens of thrusts, I ejaculated inside my teacher's vagina, my penis still inside her. I looked at my teacher's face; she looked at me and smiled. I smiled too, feeling as if this moment was eternity... Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my arm. "Why is she sleeping..." The teacher slapped my arm

, startling me awake. I looked around and saw the clock on the wall: "6:18." It was all a dream… I blushed and stared at the teacher. Unaware of my dream, she asked, "What's wrong? Do you have a fever?"

"No," I replied.

"That's good. Go wash your face and get ready to study. Final exams are coming up soon. Good luck this time!" "Okay."

At that moment, I suddenly thought of the idiom "a dream of Southern Taiwan University of Science and Technology." Those short 13 minutes had brought me the most wonderful experience of my life. A week later, the final exams arrived, and I did quite well. When I received my report card during winter break, I was shocked—I had passed everything! No need for retakes!

My teacher called home and told me that if I studied hard, I could definitely do better. After the winter break, at the start of the next semester, my classmates saw how quickly I improved in the final exams, so they all stayed to study. Of course, there was no way my teacher and I would do anything inappropriate. Occasionally, I would notice that my teacher seemed to be secretly watching me, and she would blush a little. I would smile slightly. I think we both knew what was going on.

And so, a semester passed, and the first year of high school ended. Because we had to choose our majors, the classes had to be split up, and I left my teacher. Before I left, she repeatedly reminded me to study hard and to listen to my future tutor. I remember once in my second year of high school, at a reunion for the first-year students, my teacher saw me and hugged me... That feeling was indescribable!

Two years later, I graduated from high school. During my third year, I became addicted to internet cafes, often going there with classmates to play games like StarCraft. As a result, I failed my college entrance exams and had to enter a retake program. After a year of hard work, I finally got into a national university, and a pretty good one at that… I went back to school to see my teacher. She was still as beautiful as ever, and of course, she couldn't resist nagging me a bit, telling me to study hard in university.

A year later (October 20, 2002), on a Sunday morning, I had just woken up and was idly sitting in my dorm. I picked up my high school graduation yearbook and flipped through the pages. Seeing her picture, I suddenly remembered this incident, so I wrote it down… Perhaps now I have a girlfriend and no longer fantasize about my teacher, but she was the first person I truly felt—the feeling of love and being loved. Her beauty, her kindness, and… her character…

This is the secret I've kept in my heart for five years…

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