Mark - Facing Choices

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Finally, the joint entrance exam is over, and I think I did pretty well! Thinking back to the days when Wang Shanshan found out about my relationship with Xiaoru, I was on tenterhooks every day, terrified she'd do something crazy. Thankfully, she seemed unwilling to expose it. I tried a few times to confront her, but she always avoided me. Then, the senior year was suspended, and I never saw her again.

Two months before the exam, I started avoiding thinking about Xiaoru and me, focusing on my studies and rarely having sex with her anymore. I had a feeling that Xiaoru was starting to notice my inner conflict. She's a sensitive girl; she probably already knew! Maybe we were both running away from it! Now, the pressure of the exam is gone, but I have to face this. Honestly, I'm such a jerk! I was the one who started things with Xiaoru... and now... Did I ever really think about her? Did I ever care about her feelings? Every single time, she tried her best to please me. But since we had sex, what have I ever thought of her? I...

One week in early July, my mother went to the United States to celebrate my grandmother's birthday. Because I am a conscripted man, I couldn't go abroad, so Xiaoru stayed with me. I was still troubled by that matter and wanted to talk to someone, but I had to keep it a secret. I thought of Ms. Fang, my high school tutor. I called her, and she said she couldn't talk during the day, so we agreed to meet at her apartment that evening. I had been to her apartment before; our class had once gone there to make dumplings. That

evening, I arrived at Ms. Fang's apartment, rang the doorbell, but no one answered. It was strange; she clearly knew I was coming! I pressed the doorbell a few more times, and suddenly I heard a commotion inside.

(Teacher...Teacher Fang...) I called out from outside the door.

Suddenly, someone opened the door. It was Teacher Fang. Her face was very red, and she smelled strongly of alcohol. Her face was covered in tears. I couldn't believe this was the beautiful and cheerful Teacher Fang. She was standing unsteadily in the doorway. I quickly went to support her.

(Teacher...Teacher...Are you alright?)

I helped her to sit down on the sofa inside. At this moment, Teacher Fang suddenly burst into tears.

(Waaaaah...He doesn't want me anymore! Waaaaah...He doesn't want me anymore!)

Did Teacher Fang break up with her boyfriend? How could that be? She was fine on the phone this morning. Did they just break up?

(Waaaaah...What have I been saving up for these past two years? Waaaaah!)

I heard that Teacher Fang's boyfriend was studying for his PhD in the United States. Their relationship was very good, and they were almost getting married. How could this be?

(Waaaaah~~ I provided for your living expenses~~~ I helped take care of your family~~~ You~~~ Waaaah~~~)

The teacher actually sacrificed so much for her boyfriend, what a devoted lover

! (Wow~~ You actually fell in love with another woman~~~ All my devotion was wasted~~~)

(Waaaah~~ You said you wished me happiness~~~ You said we could still be friends even if we weren't lovers~~~~)

(It was all a lie~~~ You deceived me so badly~~~~)

In that sense, the teacher is also pitiful, her sincerity was met with heartlessness! I stood there, at a loss, and could only gently pat the teacher's shoulder, softly saying, "

(Teacher...don't cry...it's not worth shedding tears for someone like him...)" "

(Yes! I don't want to cry for him...I don't want to be a fool anymore...)" The teacher stopped crying, but there were still some sobs.

She tilted her head and looked at my face, saying, "

(Huh? Zhang Xiaojie...what are you doing here?)"

The teacher seemed so drunk she had forgotten our appointment. I said, "

(Teacher, I came to talk to you about something.)"

(Yes... let's talk... I need to talk to someone... I... ugh...)

Before I could even react, the teacher had already vomited profusely, vomiting all over her beige dress and some onto the sofa. I was stunned, but then I realized she seemed about to vomit again, so without a word, I quickly picked her up and ran to the bathroom, letting her vomit completely over the sink. I stood beside her, enduring the pungent, sour smell, and waited until she finally finished

. Afterwards... She knelt on the floor, sobbing. I gently patted her back and said comforting words. Then I quickly grabbed a rag and went to the living room to wipe up the remaining filth on the sofa. After finally cleaning it up, I returned to the bathroom and found my teacher standing there, swaying, trying to unzip the back of her dress.

(Come on... Xiao Jie... you... you've come at the right time... help me unzip...) My teacher looked at me sideways.

(This... I... teacher...)

(Come quick... help me unzip my dress... I don't want to wear such dirty clothes... I don't want him to look down on me... come quick...)

I had no choice but to go around behind her and unbutton the top of her dress, then pull down the zipper. My hands trembled as I slowly pulled it down, seeing the teacher's fair back and pink bra straps. I stopped when I reached her slender waist. The teacher couldn't wait to take off her dress and throw it into the bathtub. Her lower body was covered in skin-colored sheer stockings and light blue lace panties. I had always thought the teacher had a great figure, but she always wore rather conservative clothes at school. Now, seeing her so sexy, with her full breasts in the pink lace bra and a noticeable cleavage, I had a physical reaction. And her alluring thighs inside the stockings... Yes! Before I fell in love with Xiaoru, the teacher was often my sexual fantasy. Now she was drunk like this. "Wasn't this giving me a chance?" I shook my head, telling myself not to overthink it. I really shouldn't be looking at her like that. Then I heard the teacher shout: "

(Xiao Jie... help the teacher to the room... I want to rest for a bit...)"

I didn't know whether I should help her or not. She was only wearing her underwear. This... But the teacher seemed to be leaving me behind, staggering out of the bathroom. I quickly went to support her. I could feel her full breasts pressing against my arm through her bra. I felt a little tempted, but still obediently helped her to the dormitory. I gently placed her on the bed, and as I was about to get up, the teacher, with unexpected strength, grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the bed. I lost my balance and fell onto her bed.

The teacher didn't let go of my hand, turning over and pressing her body against mine. Her firm, mature breasts, through the thin bra, were pressing against my chest. I felt my hard part pressing against her inner thigh. Looking at her flushed face, still smelling strongly of alcohol, she suddenly said:

(Hug me~)

I was stunned for a moment.

(Hug me~ I'm so lonely~ I really need someone to hug me~~~ Wow~~~) She started crying again.

I had no choice but to reach out and hug her from behind. She stopped crying, but then said:

(No, hold on tighter!)

I sighed and hugged her tightly, which made her body even closer to mine. I was losing control, my breathing became quite rapid. Suddenly, she started roughly unbuttoning my shirt again. It was less about unbuttoning and more about trying to tear my clothes. Did the teacher want to... No way! A beautiful female teacher raping a cute male student is something that only happens in porn! How could it happen to me?

I've heard that when people are heartbroken, they sometimes do things that are self-indulgent, trying to forget the sadness of heartbreak in an extremely decadent way. Did the teacher want to vent on me?

(Teacher... please don't... don't make the wrong decision because of temporary sadness...) I desperately tried not to lose my mind.

(Who said I was sad... I... I'm very happy~... hahahahaha...)

She started laughing, but it was still not hard to see tears in her laughter. At this time, she had already torn open my shirt and started to caress my chest, slowly moving to my abdomen. Wow! She was already unbuckling my belt.

(Teacher...please...please don't do this! You don't even know who I am anymore...)

(Who said I don't know? You...you're Zhang Xiaojie...Zhang Xiaojie...seat number 32...good grades...not so good at sports and art...likes a girl he shouldn't like...)

She kept reading my information to herself. I never expected Teacher Fang to be so dedicated to her students. Ah~ Before I was paying attention, she had already unzipped my jeans and released my swollen penis from my underwear. Her fair hand touched my hot penis and said:

(Wow! It's so big~ Well then I won't be polite!) She smiled in surprise

and before I could react, she took my penis into her mouth. I made a groan, and a wet, hot pleasure rushed to my heart. Teacher, her oral sex technique was quite poor. Maybe she rarely did it before! But the novelty only excited me more. I could only hear her making muffled moans.

Xiaoru's image still lingered in my mind, but what's done is done. There wasn't much difference between giving her oral sex or having sex with her, especially since she had seduced me first (Note: This is undoubtedly self-deception). She's always been so good to me; now it's my turn to repay her.

(Teacher, let me comfort you!) I said to her as

I helped her up from beneath me. I got up and took off her tattered shirt, then her jeans and underwear. She looked at me, completely naked, a squinting smile on her flushed face. I thought perhaps she really needed a man's comfort.

I laid her flat on the bed and gently kissed her burning red face. Of course, I didn't dare kiss her lips, which reeked of alcohol. I slowly licked the tear stains from the corners of her eyes. My skilled hands slowly unhooked her pink lace bra, revealing her round and beautiful breasts. She had girlish pink nipples; I thought perhaps she didn't have much sexual experience. I buried my head in her full breasts and began sucking on her nipples, while my hands slid down to the bottom of her panties. Through the stockings and panties, I began to rub her still-damp clitoris. I was quite familiar with the techniques of pleasing women, and sure enough, under my simultaneous attack from above and below, the teacher gradually began to let out beautiful, soft moans, and her light blue lace panties slowly became wet with her juices

(Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...).

I slowly pulled off the teacher's stockings and panties, and to my surprise, her wet clitoris was completely smooth. I had heard that some girls don't grow hair there, but this was the first time I had seen it. I gently parted her labia, and the teacher's vulva was a pale rose color. I stared intently at her hairless, wet vulva. The teacher propped her head up with her hand, looked at me shyly, and said coquettishly:

(Oh dear~ don't stare at me there!)

(Teacher, it's so wet, your vulva is so beautiful~)

(Oh dear~ Stop looking~ He, he used to complain that I was a bald woman, and said I was ugly!)

(Teacher, stop thinking about that heartless man, he has no taste. Your pussy is so beautiful, it makes me want to look at it more. Teacher, look, I'm all hard down there.) I have to help the teacher build confidence, even though what I said is the truth.

(You...you stop talking!)

(Teacher, please suck me again!)

Before she could answer, I had already put my throbbing, hot penis in front of her little mouth. Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol, but the teacher didn't refuse. I became the man the teacher had already decided on. Since she was so enthusiastic, I naturally didn't dare to be polite. I started to gently thrust in and out of her mouth, while I started to lick her hairless clitoris. The teacher suddenly exclaimed:

(Oh dear~ there...how can you lick there?)

I was so surprised. Didn't the teacher's boyfriend lick her before?

(Teacher...of course I can lick you...Aren't you feeling great? It's your heartless man who doesn't love you...If he loved you, he would let you enjoy this kind of pleasure!)

(Ah...no, don't mention him...ah...)

The teacher was perhaps getting some pleasure from my licking, and began to let out beautiful moans that were sure to captivate the soul. I slowly licked her labia minora, while my fingers began to rub her clitoris. The teacher began to twist her slender waist, and let out even more wild moans

(Ah...good...ah...ah...there...)

The teacher seemed completely immersed in my caresses, forgetting to suck my large penis. But my mission today was to make the teacher happy, not to have my own pleasure! Huh? Wasn't my real purpose in coming here to talk to the teacher about Xiaoru and me? Forget it, stop thinking about it

(Ah...I want...Ah...Fuck me...Come in quickly...Xiao Jie...Quick...Fuck me quickly...Ah...)

Wow~ The teacher's words are so explicit, such lewd words coming from her beautiful red lips, I am a good student, of course I should obediently listen to the teacher! I gripped my already throbbing penis and thrust it into the teacher's hairless, white, moist honey hole. The teacher cried out softly,

"Ah... good... ah... so big..."

The teacher's vagina was so tight, just like Xiaoru's. I began to thrust forcefully. Each time I thrust all the way in, my pubic hair bumped against her smooth, hairless skin, creating a rather unique sensation. I could clearly see the scene of our intercourse. My penis was like a pump, each deep thrust drawing her juices from her honey hole.

"Ah... harder... fuck me harder... ah... ah..."

(Ah...I...want...ah...)

I began sucking on her girlish pink nipples, while my lower body continued to thrust wildly. The teacher began to twist her beautiful hips to meet my thrusts.

(Ah...okay...ah...harder...I...ah...)

(Mmm...beautiful...beautiful...I'm going to...I'm going to lose it...)

(Ah...okay...I'm going to lose it...)

(Ah...teacher...let's lose it together...)

A wave of pleasure surged to the back of my head, and I ejaculated thick semen into the teacher's honey hole. Afterwards, I was so tired that I didn't remember anything

... How did I fall asleep...? I found the teacher still asleep beside me, with tear stains on her beautiful face. Perhaps she really loved her boyfriend! Looking at her exquisite curves, and thinking about the intense lovemaking we just had, I never imagined I'd do this with my male classmate's dream girl.

(Hmm...wait! Zhang Xiaojie...what are you doing here?)

The teacher slowly opened her eyes, looking at me in surprise. Wow! Could she have forgotten everything? Wouldn't she misunderstand and think I raped her? Oh my god!

(Oh...right...I got drunk...you came to take care of me...and then...)

The teacher's fair face, which had cooled down from the alcohol, turned red again. Judging from her tone, I think she remembered. This really made me break out in a cold sweat. I saw her looking at me shyly, and I was a little flustered.

(Teacher...I...)

(We're already like this...please don't call me teacher anymore...just call me Sister Mei...)

(Sister Mei~~)

I pulled her into my arms and began to stroke her smooth skin. I whispered in her ear:

(Sister Mei~~you were so passionate just now...)

(Oh! Don't say that!) Her ears turned red.

(Thank you!) She suddenly said in a serious tone.

(What's wrong?)

(Thank you for comforting me when I was helpless. I'm much better now.)

(Don't think about that heartless man anymore. You're so beautiful, you'll definitely find someone better to love you.)

She nodded gently, as if remembering something. She asked, (Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me about something? What is it?)

Oh right, I almost forgot the important thing. So I told her everything about what happened between Xiaoru and me, the unease I feel now, and of course, our passionate sex, which made the teacher blush.

(Do you love her?) The teacher asked softly.

(I swear to God I love her more than anyone else.)

(Have you thought about her?)

(I...)

(I know your inner conflict, because...)

(Because of what?)

(Honestly, having sex with you just now was the first time I'd ever experienced an orgasm. I... But I'm your high school tutor. Even though you've graduated, but... but if people find out about our relationship... I... I really don't know how I'll face my family, my colleagues. I can't imagine how others will look at me. There's so much gossip and whispers about me... Your situation with your sister is even worse than mine. Can you imagine what you'll face in the future?)

I was speechless. I think my teacher has given me the best possible hint. I...

That night, I stayed at my teacher's house, and we made love twice more. It was her initiative; she said that after that day, we couldn't have that kind of relationship anymore.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, I woke up with a jumbled mess of thoughts. Looking at my teacher sleeping soundly beside me, I gently kissed her on the cheek and left her apartment. I had considered leaving a note, but since we didn't want to continue this relationship, leaving a note would only add to the sadness.

In the gradually awakening city, I dragged my weary feet home.

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