My Story with My Former High School Teacher (Short Story) Author: ggg21001899

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It's winter break from my junior year 　　. At school, I always go for a run every morning, and even at home, I can't let myself sleep in. Yesterday, there was freezing rain, and I wasn't planning on running this morning, but I went anyway. Running on ice is tiring, but it's also good exercise. I ran at a moderate pace, quite content.
Then I saw one of my three high school Chinese teachers. I paused for a moment and called out her name: "Li Lu (phonetic)." Just to clarify, this female Chinese teacher of mine had just finished her internship when she taught me; she was only twenty-three. If she were taller, she would have been the prettiest person in the whole school.

However, I don't particularly like tall girls. She's very cute, like a child; at first glance, I thought she was my age. She has long hair, and despite her short stature, she has a large bust. I often joked with her in and out of class, and I loved the way she stuck out her tongue. Unfortunately, she only taught us for six months, and I never confessed my feelings. So, seeing her today, I couldn't let her go.
But the shout was so sudden. Li Lu was going down the steps, and just as she glanced to the side, she tripped and fell. If it were summer and she was wearing a skirt, there would be a sight to behold! How could I be so bad? My apologies. I immediately stopped running and walked over (note, walked; I didn't want to pounce on her).
"Hey! Beautiful lady, I clearly told you to watch where you're going, how come you still fell?" I said, squatting down as I did so. The teacher hadn't changed much, but this time her face was flushed, her eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Hey! Hey! Don't move me, I'm so hurt, I can't move!" I panicked. Everyone feels this way, right? When you fall hard on your knee,
the pain can make your whole leg feel weak, even numb. I slowly straightened her leg and helped her sit on the steps. I asked her if she felt better. After a while, she said, "I feel better, but I still have no strength. Thank you. Um... you were the one who called me earlier." She slowly rubbed her knee. She didn't seem to recognize me, so I decided to tease her a little. "Who called you? Don't try to blame me. You
fell because you were looking at a handsome guy!" "Where's the handsome guy? You look so familiar, I've seen you before." "Girls always say they look familiar when they see a handsome guy, tsk tsk!" "No way!" "You teach Chinese, right? I'm one of your students." I paused and continued, "The one who bumped into you and said, 'Sorry, little sister.'" "Why does Lu Tao always fall down when he sees you!" "You fell down on purpose because you thought I was too handsome, so I'd check on you. Come on! Little sister, does it still hurt? Let me rub it for you."
As I spoke, I pretended to be lewd and reached for her knee. "What are you doing? You're so annoying." She gently slapped my hand away. "Help me stand up. Oh dear, my ankle is badly twisted, I can't walk, I have to ask for leave." Saying that, she took out her phone and asked some department head for leave. "Can you call me a taxi and take me to the hospital?" "Oh, it's just a sprained ankle, don't make such a fuss, a little rubbing will do the trick." "I sprained my ankle last time and didn't pay attention, and I couldn't walk for three or four days. In the end, I had to go for acupuncture. I can't risk it this time." "Oh! Come find me! I have a secret weapon for sprained ankles—massage, a family tradition!" "Are you sure you can do it?
" "Don't worry, I'm a well-known quack doctor. I'll take you home. Where do you live?" After a short period of persuasion, she climbed onto my back. At first, she was a little hesitant, but then she wrapped her arms around my neck. While I gave her directions, she was also asking me questions. Her breath tickled my neck and ears. I really wanted to ask her if she was doing it on purpose. "What?! The sixth floor! Did you deliberately live on the sixth floor?! Why don't you live on the first floor...?" She giggled behind me: "Who told you to make me fall!" "Ah! When did this become mine? I
finally made it to the sixth floor, a little out of breath. She handed me the keys and told me to carry her to open the door. That's too much! But I was still secretly pleased. Once inside, we started undressing. Don't get me wrong, it was just too hot inside. At least we took off our coats. The room was quite tidy, except the desk was a bit messy and the blankets on the bed weren't folded. I put Li Lu on the bed, sat down next to her, picked up her right foot, and took off her socks. '
It stinks! It stinks!' 'You're talking nonsense! I wash my feet every day! How could they stink?'" "I noticed my teacher's face has been red ever since she came in." "Does it hurt? Here, here?" I gently pinched her foot to pinpoint the pain. Then I picked up her other foot and started massaging it, saying, "You sprained your right ankle. I was afraid you'd be in too much pain if I just massaged your right foot, so I massaged your left foot to treat your right foot at the same time." I rubbed it very hard; if her feet weren't clean, I could have really squeezed them raw. "Okay, get up and walk around. How does it feel?" "It doesn't hurt anymore, that's amazing!
" I went into the kitchen and boiled a kettle of water. Then I pressed Li Lu back onto the bed: "I'm massaging your right foot now, it'll hurt a little, bear with it!" Then I grabbed her right foot tightly and started massaging it. Li Lu kept pushing my shoulder away, screaming exaggeratedly, "Ah! Ah! It hurts!" "A student bullied the teacher! Help!" Of course, she was fine in no time. I placed a hot towel on her ankle and said, "I thought you were going to cry. I remember making you cry in our senior year of high school, back then..." "I almost forgot. Tell me, how should I punish you! I need to think about it carefully." Then my Chinese teacher pretended to be deep in thought. "Well, you can think about it slowly. I'm going to slip away now. Oh dear, I'm going to buy you some medicine! Don't move around!"
It was still early, and few pharmacies were open. Although it took some time, I still managed to buy it—a bottle of safflower oil and some plasters.
When I returned to the teacher's place, I found that the 40-square-meter room was much tidier. It seemed that the teacher had tidied up the desk and bed while I was out. "I told you not to move around, but you insisted. I won't be responsible if you become lame later." "Don't scare me." "Come on, sit down." I started applying the hot towel to her again, and of course, I also took advantage of her. The teacher pretended not to notice. At that moment, I noticed the book on the teacher's desk, "You've read One Hundred Years of Solitude too? I've read it twice already, and I think it's really good." "Yeah, but I've only just started reading it..." So we started chatting about literature.
During our conversation, I had already applied the medicine. Then I said to her, "Don't move, there's something on your head." I used my hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, and seeing that she didn't resist, I leaned in and kissed her lips. She gently pushed me away with her hand, and I only kissed her for a second before letting go. She blushed and scolded me, "You bad boy, what are you doing?" "Kissing you, didn't you know that earlier? Let me kiss you again." Before she could react, I kissed her again. This time she didn't resist. I casually put my arm around her waist and hugged her even tighter. Her arms gradually wrapped around my neck, responding to me. It felt like a long time had passed, yet also like only a short while. I let go of her, and she placed her hands on my shoulders, looking at me dreamily, her eyes seemingly veiled with a misty haze.
I hugged her again and whispered in her ear, "I love you so much—" Then, I took her soft earlobe into my mouth. I felt her collapse against me. I kissed her lips again, parting them with my own and gently tapping her teeth with my tongue. A warm, wet snake coiled around my tongue, and I felt a wave of dizziness. This was my first time French kissing. She kept sucking on my tongue, and I slowly explored her mouth under her guidance. I slowly lay back, letting her lie on top of me. I slipped my hands inside her clothes and
stroked her back. She lifted herself up, raising her arms above her head. I helped her take off her clothes, and she helped me take mine off too. I pulled her bra up, revealing two white breasts. I took one of the pink nipples into my mouth, while my other hand kneaded her breast. The teacher stroked my hair and pressed my head down, as if wanting me to suckle more. At first, my tongue circled her nipple, but I didn't lick it. The teacher, impatient, kept pressing my head down. When I pressed my tongue against her nipple, she couldn't help but sigh. I kept
teasing the nipple in my mouth with my tongue, sucking hard, like a baby who hadn't had milk in a long time. My other hand also became restless, reaching towards the teacher's genitals, slipping inside her underwear, and touching her fleshy vulva through her panties. I seemed to find a slit, so I kept rubbing that slit; it seemed to become very wet and warm. I lifted the teacher's buttocks with both hands, and the teacher cooperated by letting me take off her underwear. She then straddled my head, placing her vulva against my face. The teacher was wearing pink underwear, just as I guessed; she liked to wear pink clothes when I was in high school.
Her panties were bulging there, and I kissed her there, then nudged her with my nose and mouth. The teacher kept twisting her hips; she must have been reaching her limit. So I pulled down her panties. A pinkish vulva appeared before my eyes, with sparse, downy pubic hair beneath two small, pink labia, slightly parted, glistening inside. I pried open the labia with my tongue, took one into my mouth, and gently swept it around in my mouth. Then I switched to the other labia and sucked on it. Finally, I tilted my head slightly,
making my lips parallel to her labia, and gently took both labia into my mouth at the same time, sucking them together. I used my tongue to make insertion and withdrawal sweeping motions between the labia. At this moment, the teacher pressed my head hard against her vulva with her hand. At this moment, I gently bit her labia minora. The teacher trembled and let out a soft gasp. I immediately pressed my lips to her vaginal opening.
Her earlier "Ah" turned into a soft "Oh." I gently parted her labia with my thumb, revealing her vaginal opening. I circled her vaginal opening with my tongue, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes pressing my entire tongue against it. Then I gently teased her clitoris, which was not yet exposed, with the tip of my tongue. Then I returned to her perineum and gently and slowly licked upwards towards her clitoris, moving my tongue from side to side at the vaginal opening. I curled my tongue and thrust it in and out of her vagina, but after a while, my tongue got tired. I withdrew my tongue and slowly licked
upwards while parting her labia, occasionally glancing back at her labia. At this point, the teacher couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "Kiss the top! Kiss the top!" Then I noticed that small hole, which was the teacher's urethra. I immediately found it incredibly cute, so I swept the tip of my tongue across that small hole. "Not there! Stop it, I need to pee..." But I ignored her and continued licking the teacher's buttocks. After a while, I let her off the hook; it wouldn't be fun if she actually peed. At this point, I decided to focus on conquering the high ground—the clitoris.
I pressed my upper lip against the base of her pubic hair above the clitoris, and with my lower lip, I parted her labia and brought my mouth close to the vaginal opening, taking the clitoris into my mouth without touching it. Having piqued her interest, I used my tongue to circle around the base and head of her clitoris. I felt her tremble, so I stopped. "Quick! Take it in!" "Where?
" I said mischievously. "You're so mean, you bad boy!" The teacher flailed her arms, wanting to hit me, but seemed unable to bring herself to do it. So I took her clitoris into my mouth again, and the teacher let out a satisfied sigh. I decided to give her an orgasm. I massaged her anus with my index finger and inserted my other index finger into her vagina, stirring it around. Soon, Li Lu arched her back, her legs clamping around my neck, and she began to convulse.

After a while, she stopped convulsing, got up, and I asked her, "What happened to you just now?" "Ugh! Annoying!" "Teacher, my little penis is so hard, I want it there." I pointed to her genitals. At this moment, she angrily said to me, "You little pervert!" But she still helped me take off my underwear, carefully looking at my genitals. I couldn't help but feel shy, as if I wanted to cover myself with my hands. The teacher straddled me, parted her vulva with her hands, and slowly sat on me. I watched my penis slowly enter her vagina,
feeling how warm it was there. After the teacher sat down, she rotated her hips, and I felt as if a small opening was constantly sucking on my glans. The teacher seemed to get used to my penis and began to move up and down on me, stroking my penis. Looking at her pretty face, I couldn't help but embrace her and kiss her incessantly. She kept stroking my penis with her vagina while kissing me. "Teacher, this is my first time, you have to be gentle!" "Oh, I don't believe you! Your technique is so good." So she stroked even harder, making a slapping sound. Soon I couldn't take it anymore,
I held her down, telling her to stop. "Stop, I'm about to cum." "Ah, no, I haven't orgasmed yet." She chatted with me for a while, then started stroking again, complaining about how tired she was. I kept encouraging her, and finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I told her she had to orgasm quickly, gritting my teeth to delay ejaculation while massaging her clitoris. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore, and a large gush of semen shot inside her. She noticed I had ejaculated, but didn't stop. Instead, she stroked my penis even faster, making "slap, slap" sounds, stroking it dozens of times, then her body stiffened, and she collapsed weakly onto me. My still-erect penis felt the spasms of the woman's vagina on top of me, making me feel like I was flying.
The teacher climbed off me and lay down beside me, her head resting on my chest, one hand playing with my now-soft penis: "So fun, it's so small now, all listless, isn't it? Serves you right for bullying me like that." "Hey! Who bullied whom? You were the one riding on top of me and bullying me, you pervert! You bully me and then don't want to take responsibility, boohoo—you took my virginity, boohoo—" "
I didn't believe you were a virgin, your technique was so good just now, your kisses made me..." "It feels so good." "Hehe, I learned it online, but my tongue is so sore, how are you going to make it up to me!" "Hmm—you really are a virgin, so will you mind that I'm not a virgin?" "I care about you as a person, not your body, you idiot." I playfully pinched her nose, and then she suddenly kissed me excitedly, then lay between my legs. My penis was soft and thin, and she took the whole thing into her mouth, constantly swirling it around with her tongue, sometimes licking the base, sometimes the glans. Touched by her tenderness, my penis slowly began to react. She couldn't take it all in, so she just enveloped the glans with her lips and kept licking it with her tongue.
When my penis became very hard, I rolled her over and made her lie down. I guided my penis to find the vaginal opening, placing the glans between her labia, rubbing it back and forth a few times, finding the right spot, and tried to insert it, but it didn't go in. Then I noticed the teacher looking at me with a half-smile, and my face flushed. I tried again, but before I could even insert it, the teacher grasped my penis, found her opening, and inserted it.
I began to slowly make piston-like movements. At first, it was stiff, but as I became more skilled, I started thrusting quickly and forcefully. Looking down at my penis going in and out of the teacher's vagina was incredibly stimulating. The teacher's breathing became more rapid with each thrust. I had the teacher lie on her side, holding one of her thighs, and started thrusting. Although the speed wasn't fast, I penetrated very deeply. Every time I reached the end, she would let out a soft moan. We changed positions again,
the doggy style, which I found very convenient. I thrust quickly and deeply. This position also made her vagina grip me very tightly and comfortably. This position is very stimulating for women, and she, who rarely moaned, started moaning louder and louder. Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer and went limp again. I ignored her and continued thrusting, holding her hips. As I felt my climax approaching, I flipped her over because I didn't like her facing away from me when I orgasmed. We sat facing each other. I held her buttocks, making her thrust forcefully.
She sat on my lap, her hips constantly meeting mine. Her arms tightly hugged my back, her breath coming in short gasps near my ear. After about a hundred thrusts, I held her hips tightly with both hands, and she obediently wrapped her legs around my waist. My glans was pressed deep inside her. "I love you, teacher!" I whispered, and my semen shot into her vagina.
She then got off me and took my glans into her mouth. Oh my god, it felt so good! I wanted to ejaculate again, but I couldn't. Her mouth made my body go limp.
Although I was exhausted, I still carried her to the bathroom to wash her genitals. Afterwards, we lay in bed and talked sweet nothings for a while before falling asleep together.
When we woke up, it was almost noon. The teacher cooked, and I sat beside her, peeling sunflower seeds for her. Occasionally, I'd grope her chest, which made her so angry she raised her spoon to hit me on the head. Oh, and she doesn't let me call her "teacher" anymore. As I fed her sunflower seeds, I thought how happy I'd be if I married a wife like her. Even though she's a few years older than me, she's more like a child than I am…
After dinner, Li Lu felt better about her foot and wanted to go to work, so I took a taxi to send her to school.
I don't know what will happen between us in the future, but she's agreed to go to the movies together in two days. I think this is a good start.
[The End]

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