My teaching assistant

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It was the night after my final exams in my junior year. Our whole class went to a bar in Tamsui to celebrate with our psychology teaching assistant. She was a senior in our department, having just graduated a year ago and about

to go to the United States for 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 also 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 classmate from university, who

was currently serving in the military, but their relationship was still very good. When we picked her up at the department office, we found that she had put on some light makeup, which made her already fair face even more charming and beautiful. She was wearing a white silk

shirt and a floral skirt, and she was truly gorgeous. She outshone all the other girls in the class who were considered pretty normally. The girls were unspeakably jealous, while the boys were completely captivated. The other

female classmates were driven there by the boys on motorcycles, while the teaching assistant and two girls got into my old, beat-up 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 started pounding. Ah! If only she were my girlfriend! To be able to kiss

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 a good mood. Singing to liven things up, everyone drank quite a bit. The girls

seemed 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 the toasts one by one. 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 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 seemed very energetic, 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 taken some stomach pills beforehand and eaten something, so I was doing quite 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 instead, she said "Okay!" and everyone applauded enthusiastically.

She raised the glass to her lips with both hands, and we started counting the beats for her, cheering her on. I watched her gulp it down, though some dripped from the corners of her mouth and into her collar and body. When she finished it

in one go , there was a thunderous applause, and everyone rushed her onto the 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 applauded enthusiastically and counted 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 alright and offered to take her home. Confident I could manage, I let them help her into my car.

Once in the car, she opened her eyes and whispered, "Take me to the beach, I want to feel the breeze," before closing her eyes again. Looking at her, I realized her makeup must have been washed off in the dressing room; her bare

face possessed a natural beauty. But I noticed the tear stains in her eyes. I suddenly realized she wasn't crying from happiness, but rather because she had something on her mind and wanted to get drunk. When we arrived in

Shalun , I helped her out of the car, then supported her waist with one hand and let her put her other hand on my shoulder as we walked towards the beach. I found a flat patch of sand and sat down. Her body was so soft, she leaned against me

. Suddenly, she started crying.

I panicked. I hate seeing girls cry. I took out a tissue and gave it to her, then gently patted her back:

"It's okay! 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 surprise. They'd been together since freshman year, and their relationship had always been so close. Even though her boyfriend was currently working as a police officer in Dongyin,

they seemed to be very much in love. They had just returned from Dongyin last month, and we even saw them holding hands going out to eat. How could they have broken up so quickly? "I received his letter last night

. He said that after consideration, he could not go abroad, so he did not want to affect my future. It would be better for both of us to break up in the future."

"How could this happen? Isn't he a very good student?" Not only is he a very good student, but as far as I know, he graduated first in his class. They are a perfect match, and many people envy them.

"He's the only son in his family, and his parents are getting old. They originally hoped he would stay in Taiwan 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 . 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 cannot withstand any stimulation.

After he was discharged from the hospital, his family hired a neighbor girl they've known since childhood to take

care of him. She gets along very well with his family and he gets along well with her too. Although his family hasn't said anything, you can tell from their eyes that his parents are getting old and their health isn't very good. Their biggest wish now is to find him a wife soon so they can stay home and hold their grandchildren and be content

. They really don't want him to leave home again after his military service. They often say, intentionally or unintentionally, how wonderful it would be if that girl were their daughter-in-law."

"In his letter, he said 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 good girl and 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 in the next life.

He said it would be more appropriate for us to just be ordinary friends in the future." "He said he had thought a lot during his time in the army, and the experience had helped him grow a lot. He felt he had become more mature and more responsible for his decisions. Before serving, he always

believed as long as he worked hard, he could overcome any difficulty. But now he felt that there were too many storms in life that he couldn't control. Only then did he

realize 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.

Holding her close, I gently stroked 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 retching sound from her stomach, and before I could react, "Ugh...!" she vomited, worst of all,

right on my chest, staining her clothes.

A strong, nauseating smell, a mixture of stomach acid, undigested food, and the pungent odor 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 shirt. I repeated this several times until the clothes were clean.

However, quite a bit of fluid had already seeped into her body from the neckline. After thinking for a moment, I started to unbutton her shirt.

She was wearing a very ordinary skin-colored bra. Her breasts weren't large, but they were still quite shapely. Strangely, I didn't have any impure thoughts at the time; I just wanted to help her get

clean. After roughly cleaning her shoulders, armpits, cleavage, and abdomen with the towel, I knew that some fluid had still seeped into her bra, but I didn't dare touch it. I hurriedly buttoned her

shirt back up. At that moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Thank you!" I was stunned for a moment, and my heart suddenly started 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 bit 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, which 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 closed the window slightly and looked back at

her beside me. She was fast asleep, her head turned to the side. I noticed a large stain on her chest, even though I had wiped away the filth. I thought that when she got home, she would need to take a good shower

before sleeping , but I wondered if she would have the strength to do so.

Oh dear! Thinking of this, 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, teaching assistant, wake up." No

response. I tried again: "Teaching assistant, 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, it's 2:30 in the morning, and if her

family saw her like this, they'd definitely think I raped her. I decided to go back to my rented apartment near the school first.

I parked the car, opened the door, and helped her out. After a moment's thought, I picked her up by the waist. At first, she didn't seem heavy, but by the time we reached the second floor, I was out of breath. I took a deep breath

; thankfully, it was only the third floor. 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 hot water. Take a shower first, then you can go to bed."

"Okay."

I gently closed the door, took off my shirt and threw it in the sink, returned to my desk, put on a Canon in D 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.

*Knock knock...* 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 opened her eyes groggily, 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 to leave, but her hand tugged at me. I turned back to look 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 over her chest, her clothes wrinkled and dirty, her once bright skirt soaked through with water from the bathroom floor

, she looked utterly wretched. At school, she was always so lively, clean, and beautiful; I never imagined I would see her in such a sorry state.

I closed the door, helped her sit on a small stool, brushed her hair behind her neck, and began to unbutton her shirt. She leaned softly against me, letting me pull down her shirt and unhook

her . I saw her cherry-like nipples, small and delicate, resting on her breasts. Looking at her breasts, strangely, I didn't have any lewd thoughts. I simply treated her as a patient,

a patient 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 was

n't sure how much pressure to apply through the towel. So, I carefully and gently dried her completely, preparing to help her dress. Her body was completely limp against me,

and I felt a strange, blissful sense of trust. It was a very strange feeling. At this moment, when I hadn't even won her heart, I could possess her body so truly. I helped her

put on the T-shirt and shorts I had brought, helped 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, 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 the teaching assistant, so I went back to her room in my shorts. She was nestled in her 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, making soft, murmuring sounds. I was startled

. Thankfully, she rolled over and fell back asleep.

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, I felt a strange passion rise 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 flashed vividly before my eyes. Suppressing the rising desire within me,

I hurriedly rinsed it dry with water and hung it to air dry on the back balcony. I figured it would be dry by the time she woke up tomorrow.

I took a coat from the hanger, curled up on the sofa in the corner of the room, and covered myself with it. I'd spend the night here. I closed my eyes, feeling 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 filthy thoughts. I tossed and turned, unable to control myself, because

every time I closed my eyes, I thought of her body. I abruptly got up, lit a cigarette, and felt a splitting headache.

"Sleeping on the sofa isn't comfortable, is it?" she suddenly uttered in the quiet moonlit night.

"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 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 side to her left. She turned to face me, her face so fresh and beautiful in the moonlight, her long, flowing hair shimmering softly

, like a celestial fairy. 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 about me?" I was so embarrassed; I guessed my face must have been 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 smile.

I gently brushed the hair from her forehead, and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Holding such a heavenly beauty in my arms, I couldn't resist the temptation. I began to kiss her forehead, her eyes, 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. Under my teasing

, 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, as soft as an eel, slide 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 a warm current 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

, embracing and kissing her delicate, snow-white neck, my right hand squeezing 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 originally pink nipples,

now engorged with blood, glowed a feverish red. I pulled down her pants, and her legs naturally parted to meet me. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, letting my already throbbing, slightly

aching lower body 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 her breasts with both hands, and slowly

entered her. Her vagina was a little tight, and it seemed a little dry, lacking sufficient lubrication. Her moans were tinged with pain, and I saw her beautiful face contort in distress.

I slowly withdrew from her body, whispering 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 breasts. Her moans came in waves, and 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 loud, wild moan. I probed deeper with my tongue, and she trembled and moaned even more.

I opened my mouth and greedily sucked in her thick love juice, which gushed out like a burst dam, making her genitals sticky and slippery. I straightened up and entered her again, this time

easily penetrating her. The warm flesh enveloped my penis, and waves of heat surged up from my lower body, the excitement rising higher and higher. I slowly moved in and out, her

face turning bright red. She gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands, her nails digging into my flesh, and she kept moaning lewdly. I increased the pace of my thrusts, and her cries gradually rose, one after

another , until they reached a high peak. I slowed down, and they gently subsided, only to rise again with each thrust. I was like a conductor, leading the orchestra of lust

, letting the passionate music run wild in the realm of sex. The music sometimes soared, sometimes lingered, but it was the most moving symphony I had ever heard in my life.

I felt a trembling excitement in my lower body, a muscle spasm shooting up my spine to my head. I thrust my penis harder, letting my lower body muscles contract and expand to their fullest extent. Her

moans and cries rose to the heavens, mingling with our heavy breathing as my semen gushed out, gushing out, and gushing out again. After a few wild, lewd cries, she slowly calmed down.

I lay down beside her, but she turned over and faced away from me. After a while, I heard a soft sobbing. I turned her around so she faced me, and she lowered her head, 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 took off my clothes. I thought you were a gentleman. And when

you helped me bathe just now, I was naked against you, and you still carefully washed me without any distractions. Although I was weak all over, I was very clear-headed. I was so touched at that moment

. 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 sincerely hoped you could sleep comfortably. I didn't think about anything else."

"Don't say anything more, 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. I

drifted to sleep.

The next day, I was awakened by blinding sunlight. I looked at the clock; it was already past ten o'clock. The bedside was empty; she was long gone. I rubbed my eyes hard, wondering if last night was a dream.

I got out of bed and saw her note:

I'm leaving now. Thank you for everything you've done for me.

Xiaoru
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