The tutor's small breasts

It was the night after my final exams in my junior year. Our whole class went to a bar in Danhai with our psychology teaching assistant to celebrate. She was a senior in our department, having just graduated a year ago and about to go to the United States to pursue her master's degree. Everyone in the class was very close to her and felt 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 silk white 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 to 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, drinking another glass after each song.
It was past midnight, and I noticed 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 "Bravo!" 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." The 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."
Then she closed 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 pulled out a tissue and gave it to her, gently patting 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!"... I was speechless with surprise.
They'd been together since freshman year, their relationship had always been inseparable. Even though her boyfriend was currently a police officer in Dongyin, they seemed so sweet together. He just came back from Dongyin last month, and we even saw them holding hands going out to eat. How could they break up so quickly? I received a letter from him last night. He said that after consideration, he couldn't go abroad, so he didn't want to affect my future. Breaking up was better for both of us.
How could this happen? Wasn't he a very good student? Not only are they great, but as far as I know, he graduated first in his class. They are truly a perfect match, the envy of many.
He's an only child, 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 for a two-year master's degree and return immediately.
However, last month his father was hospitalized with a heart condition, and he took leave to return to Taiwan to care for him at a hospital in Tainan. His father's condition has stabilized, but he's still very weak and can't handle any stress.
After being discharged, he returned home, and his family hired a neighbor girl they'd known since childhood to take
care of him. She gets along 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 good. Their biggest wish now is to find him a wife soon so they can stay home and have grandchildren. They 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 remain 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 that 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, and he realized that ordinariness was 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 me her story intermittently. I think after she had poured out her heart, her emotions were calmer, and she 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 bright 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 nauseous sound from her stomach, and before I could react, she vomited…! She vomited profusely, and worst of all, she vomited right on my chest, staining her clothes.
A strong nausea, mixed with stomach acid, undigested food, and the pungent smell 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 clothes. I did this several times until the filth on her clothes was finally clean.
However, quite a bit of fluid had already seeped into her body from her neckline. After thinking for a moment, I started to unbutton her bra.
She was wearing a very ordinary skin-colored bra; her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were still quite shapely. Strangely, I didn't have any impure thoughts at the time; I just wanted to help her clean herself. After roughly cleaning her shoulders, armpits, cleavage, and abdomen with a towel, I knew some fluid had still seeped into her bra, but I didn't dare touch it and hurriedly buttoned it 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 little 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.
I closed the car door, put on my shirt that had fallen off, and as the car started moving, the cool summer night breeze blew in through the window, making me feel 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 her chest; although I had wiped away the filth, there was still a large stain. 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 that 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."
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 was 2:30 in the morning, and if her family saw her like this, they would definitely think I had raped her.
After thinking for a moment, 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 second 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 a short rest, 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 she slowly opened her eyes. "
I've run hot water; you can 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 that night.
During a break in the music, I went to the bathroom door. It was quiet; I guessed she was asleep again.
*Knock...knock...* I knocked lightly 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, and she groggily opened her eyes, looked up at me, and 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 and prepared to leave, but her hand tugged at me.
I looked back at her. 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 take off her shirt and unbutton her bra. 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 just 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 wasn't sure how much pressure to apply through the towel. So, I carefully and gently dried her entire body, preparing to help her dress.
Her body was completely limp against me, and I felt a strange, blissful sense of being trusted.
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 finishing 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 clean with water and hung it to 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 sleep wouldn't come.
Suddenly, the image of her lying naked in the bathroom flashed before my eyes. She was on top of me, her body completely naked. My fingers gently traced her smooth skin; her pink nipples and soft breasts were so alluring. A swelling rose in my lower body involuntarily. 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 reflecting a soft glow, like a fairy from heaven.
I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my filthy fantasies.
She reached out and teased my lips with her finger, softly asking, "What were you thinking about just now? Were you thinking about me?"
I was so embarrassed, I guess my face must have turned as red as an apple, but I denied it: "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 lovely woman in my arms, I couldn't resist the temptation. I began to kiss her forehead, eyes, and 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, sticking out her tongue to lightly touch mine, but quickly withdrew it.
I put my tongue into her mouth, searching for her soft, smooth tongue, but she had the reserve of a young girl, letting her tongue, soft as an eel, slide across my tongue.
I chased her tongue for a long time until I caught it, pressed it down, and forcefully sucked the fragrant juices from her mouth. Her body trembled, arching her back against my chest. I could even feel the heat emanating from her slightly protruding nipples.
I knew she wanted it, and I kissed her trembling lips even more passionately. One hand encircled her neck, while my right hand gently roamed down, gently grasping her breast and 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 moan softly between her teeth.
I pulled her shirt over her head, and her breasts were once again before me, but unlike before, they were not pale and soft. Her breasts were flushed and stood proudly erect, and her originally pink nipples, engorged with passion, radiated a feverish red.
I pulled down her pants, and she naturally spread her legs 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 genitals. Then I kissed her lips, teasing her breasts with both hands, and slowly entered her. Her
vagina was a little tight, and it seemed there wasn't enough lubrication, making it a bit dry. Her moans were tinged with pain, and I saw her beautiful face seemed to contort. I slowly withdrew from her body, and whispered 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 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, 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 by one, until they reached their 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 soared and sank, but it was the most moving symphony I had ever heard.
I felt a trembling excitement in my lower body, a muscle spasm shooting up my spine to my head. I thrust harder, letting my muscles contract and expand, and her moans rose to the heavens, mingling with our heavy breathing. Semen gushed out, gushed out, and gushed out again. After a few wild, lewd cries, she slowly calmed down.
I lay down beside her, but she turned over, her back to me. After a while, I heard a soft sobbing. I turned her around to face me, and she lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.
The first time? I asked.
"Hmm.
Still hurting?" "No, it's much better now.
It was 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, and you took off my clothes, you didn't take advantage of me. 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, I was very clear-headed. I was so touched at that moment, and I felt that you were someone I could rely on. So I only saw you as someone who needed my help, and I wholeheartedly hoped that 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 off to sleep.
The next day, I was awakened by blinding sunlight. I looked at the clock; it was already past ten. The bedside was empty. She was long gone. I rubbed my eyes hard, wondering if last night was all a dream.
I got out of bed and saw her note: "I'm leaving now. Thank you for everything you've done for me."

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