My Sex and Love with My Female Teacher

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My initial exposure to sex came from novels, as I loved reading and

storytelling . I read a lot of martial arts novels in junior high, starting with the works of Jin Yong, and later

many others.

In the early 1990s, there were many bad books. There happened to be a book rental shop near my house, and I often rented books. I vividly

remember accidentally getting a book by Wolong Sheng; I don't know if it was a fake author, but the content was purely

erotic, full of sexual descriptions, something like "Dragon Cauldron."

I was in the second year of junior high when I read that book, and after reading it, I experienced nocturnal emissions and later

learned to masturbate. Back then, when I rode my bike to school, I passed our old train station, and the video arcades were always showing very tempting

films. I bravely watched a couple of them, mostly Category III films. But at the time, I found it very exciting.

Junior high passed quickly. There weren't any good high schools in our area, so I went to a key high school in the provincial capital. It was

there that I experienced sex for the first time.

After enrolling, on my first history class, I saw our history teacher; she was about 27

or 28 years old at the time. She was about 1.60 meters tall, with fair skin and a dignified appearance. By the standards of the

time , she was considered quite attractive. However, by today's standards, her figure might not have been considered

particularly curvaceous or full-figured; her waist and hip curves weren't quite S-shaped. Perhaps it was because the clothing at the time was more conservative.

Her teaching style was to lecture for 40 minutes, then leave 5 minutes for students to read freely. She would

walk back and forth in the aisles. Since I was the class monitor, she would say a few words to me when she passed by, seemingly to check

on the teaching effectiveness. I would chat with her for a while, and I noticed she seemed to particularly enjoy talking to boys. Later, I learned

there was a reason for this.

At the time, I was a boarding student. The student dormitory area was at the southernmost end, with classrooms, a canteen, a water dispenser,

and a playground in the middle, and the teachers' dormitories at the northernmost end.

Back then, after dinner, everyone would go to the water dispenser for a while. I

often ran into the history teacher there; she usually had her one-year-old child with her. After getting water,

they would play together on the playground for a while before going home. I would chat with her occasionally.

It became a habit, and we talked more often. I gradually learned that her husband worked in the petroleum industry,

only coming home two or three times a year. Back then, there was no TV in the dorm, so several times during our conversations I mentioned

wanting to watch TV at her place. I never went.

Finally, during the National Day holiday, everyone was busy going home. My home was quite far, and I wouldn't be back until the next day,

so there weren't many people in the dorm that night. I wondered if I could go to her place to watch TV.

I happened to run into her when I went to get water. She asked, "Why aren't you home?" I said, "It's far, I'll be back the next

day ." Later, I told her that no one was in the dorm and I wanted to watch TV at her place. I made the request very casually,

without thinking about any issues between men and women.

I didn't even consider whether her husband was also on holiday or if he had any other inconveniences. She readily

agreed. So I went to her house with her.

It was my first time there; a very cozy two-bedroom apartment. I went in and started watching TV in the living room. She poured me

some water, then went to the bedroom and closed the door. When she came out, she had changed into loose-fitting clothes. We

ate sunflower seeds , watched TV, and chatted about TV programs. After a while, she went to put the child to sleep.

I continued watching. After the child fell asleep, she returned to the living room and collected the sunflower seed shells. In the instant she looked down,

I inadvertently glanced at her fair and full breasts. Of course, she was wearing a bra, but that sight gave me a sudden

jolt .

I felt a little hot. After she finished collecting the shells, we continued watching TV, but I was already a bit awkward

. It's natural when you don't have any such thoughts. I changed the channel to hide my nervousness and ended up on Phoenix TV's

Chinese channel. I remember it was covered back then, but I don't know why it stopped

showing up later. It was showing a drama starring Irene Wan, and she said she'd watched a few episodes of it. After a while,

there was a passionate scene, just kissing, nothing erotic. But the atmosphere in the living room became very awkward.

There was no sound except for the breathing sounds coming from the TV. In that situation, it seemed like nothing could stop arousing my

desire. It was so hot.

I desperately wanted to escape, but I couldn't bear to. The scenes from adult films, the erotic descriptions in books, and my

ingrained curiosity about women's bodies made me anxious and confused. My mind was racing. Looking back now,

I realize how naive I was. I didn't know what to say to women, let alone seduce them, and I didn't dare to do anything.

It was just that some kind of expectation made me reluctant to leave. She seemed to be talking about the TV, then offered me

something Seeing that I was distracted, she asked if I wasn't feeling well, why my face was so red, if I had a fever, and even

touched my forehead. I said no, no. I longed for it, but actually pulled away to prevent her from touching me. I don't understand

why I always seemed to have the opposite mentality towards the opposite sex back then—wanting to approach but always running away.

Unable to muster the courage, just then her phone rang. I guessed it was her husband. After she finished her call,

I got up to leave. She said to stay a little longer, but I insisted on leaving because I felt my

thoughts were sinful. After walking a few steps outside and feeling cool, I immediately regretted it. Thinking of her fair breasts

and the mysterious space between her legs, I felt depressed but didn't have the courage to go back.

I went back to the dorm to pack my things and go home. After returning from the holidays, life was very stressful until the second semester of my first year of high school, and I never went to her house to watch TV again.

Occasionally, her fair breasts would flash through my mind, and I would regret my lack of courage. I had

less contact with her outside of class. In the blink of an eye, my first year of high school ended. Before summer vacation, everyone decided whether to go into

the humanities or science classes, and I unsurprisingly chose science. After the class change, she was no longer my history teacher.

During summer vacation, a similar situation occurred. All the other dorm students who lived nearby left, leaving me alone again.

I went to the water room again, not to get water, but just hoping to "occasionally" run into her. Sure enough

, I ran into her a little while later. She saw me and greeted me, "Not home yet?"

I said yes, I'm going home tomorrow. Then we talked about my class change and that she wouldn't be teaching me anymore.

Later, I brought up watching TV again, and she said, "Sure, we've got nothing else to do, let's watch TV. Don't you love watching

football? There's a game today."

So we went to her house a second time. This time it was much more casual; we ate, poured our own water, and she coaxed us.

While taking care of the child, she was tidying up the room and doing laundry. I occasionally lent a hand, and a few times I touched her hand, but she didn't

seem to notice. Finally, one time I squeezed her hand a little harder, and she must have sensed something was wrong, but she

didn't show it and continued with her work. It was a hot summer day, and she was wearing a long dress.

Her slender figure was finally showing. I kept thinking about how to get closer to her. Later, after she finished her work and

the child went to sleep, she sat down with me to watch TV. I was watching a soccer game, which she didn't understand, so she could only watch the male players.

We talked about the players, and I introduced them to her. She suddenly asked, "It seems like all soccer players have bowlegs."

I said, "No, I play too, and my legs are perfectly straight.

" She said, "You play soccer?" I replied, "Yes, did you watch the soccer tournament next semester? I've been playing all the time

, and our class won!"

She laughed and said, "So you're bowlegged too?" I said, "Playing soccer since I was little might inevitably cause some bowlegs, but I think my legs are very straight." As I said this,

I stood up to show her, and she teased me, saying that my legs weren't tight, there was a gap between them. I said, "Who doesn't

? You are too." So she stood up too. She was much shorter than me, standing on the sofa facing me.

Suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, I grabbed her waist.

She pushed me away. I was terrified by her rejection, quickly letting go and apologizing profusely, saying "I'm sorry,

teacher ," not knowing what to say. She fell silent, just standing there awkwardly.

Later, she asked me to sit down, gently telling me to close my eyes. I obediently closed them, my heart pounding.

She ran downstairs, seemingly to turn off the lights, and probably checked on the child. It felt darker, and the TV volume

was turned up a little. I felt her getting closer. I wondered if there was anything wrong, and suddenly opened my eyes. She

was straddling my lap, so close to me.

Her breath was heavy on my face. She hugged me, pressing her whole body against me, and I hugged her back,

feeling her back rise and fall.

Honestly, at that moment, she was probably just experiencing a man's touch because she was so lacking in that area; she hadn't really decided

to cross any boundaries. It was just that desire eventually overcame reason!

When we embraced, I was completely flustered, my heart was pounding, my mind was blank, and I didn't

know what to do. But my penis was already erect, stubbornly pressing against her lower abdomen. She

felt it too.

Her hand went down and began to caress me through my clothes, and after a while, she finally slipped it inside, grasped me, felt my

throbbing , my hardness, and seemed satisfied with my erection. I tried to take off her clothes, but I was clumsy and

couldn't manage it.

She then chuckled softly, jumped down, and took off her skirt and underwear herself. In the dim light,

I saw her naked body. I really wanted to turn on the light and look closely, especially at her most intimate

parts, but I didn't dare to move. She came up to me again and

started kissing me. My kissing skills were really clumsy back then. I felt her soft, smooth tongue, but

my teeth kept clashing, making her laugh. She kissed me while taking off my clothes. Then I felt

her smooth, delicate flesh pressing against me. I started to grasp her breasts, perhaps too forcefully, because she groaned and

told me to be gentler.

Then, she lifted her buttocks, grasped my penis, and began searching for her secret place. Once she

found it , and I felt myself enter a warm, moist place, enveloped. She seemed to

gasp, then began to writhe, enjoying my penetration. Perhaps because I had masturbated before, I didn't

ejaculate as easily as many virgins.

Her movements gradually became more vigorous, her moans louder, and I felt waves of intense frictional

pleasure washing over me. As she moved, she whispered in my ear, "Tell

me when you're about to cum." Just as I was about to lose control, I mumbled, "I'm going to cum." She felt my

sudden swelling, and she swallowed me deeply, ceasing to move, enjoying my trembling and swelling.

After I finished, she jumped down and ran to the bathroom, probably to clean up my remains.

Back then, condoms were probably not readily available at home. Birth control pills are probably used even less in smaller cities.

When she went into the bathroom, I quickly turned on the light, hoping she could admire it when she returned. But

when she came back , she was wrapped in a towel. She curled up on the sofa, silent for a moment, then asked me to turn the light off. I had no choice but

to turn it off again.

"Do you...like this?" she asked.

"I say yes."

"Is the teacher a bad teacher?" she asked again.

"No, the teacher is very good, imparting knowledge, guiding students, and resolving doubts..." I don't know how, but I blurted out a passage from a textbook.

This amused her, and the atmosphere lightened considerably. "This isn't a good thing. I don't

regret what I did, but you're too young, and high school is a crucial time. You're a good student; if this

affects , I'll have a guilty conscience for the rest of my life," she said solemnly.

I was speechless.

She continued, "You can't tell anyone about this. It has to be a secret. Don't show off because you've experienced something others haven't

. It's not a good thing!" I promised, "I won't tell anyone." "Just

this once, thankfully I won't teach you anymore. Forget it, and there will never be a next time, okay?"

I fell silent.

She emphasized it, and I nodded in agreement. Later, I said, "After I finish my college entrance exams..." Before I could finish,

she interrupted me. "So what if you finish college? Forget it, there won't be a next time. You'll have a better future."

She was clearly very remorseful and worried about this matter. I could see her panic and unease. I said

I had to go. She seemed scared and didn't want me to stay. I put on my clothes, drank some water, and prepared to leave.

She hugged me again at the door and whispered in my ear, "Forget it. When you come back for summer vacation, I hope you won't remember

this. Let's pretend it never happened." I nodded, opened the door, and left.

On the way back to the dormitory, I still felt like I was in a dream, with a sense of excitement and pride. I also wondered what she

was thinking.

After summer vacation, I was assigned to a new class, and the matter faded more and more. Strangely enough, I

rarely , and when I did, we didn't speak. My studies became increasingly stressful. I basically forgot about it, and time

flew by ; two years passed quickly. We had almost no contact in between.

After the college entrance examination, everyone estimated their scores and applied for universities. At

that time, I really didn't have any ideas or experience about what to study. At that time, she contacted me and talked to me about university applications. I have to thank her for this. She suggested the telecommunications

major and corresponding schools. I chose the famous university in the capital and got my wish. Now, with the success of

my work and career, I think she deserves some credit.

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