Virgin and female teacher

In October 2007, I was a senior in college, graduating in less than a year. I had never been in a relationship and was still a virgin.

One day, the local newspaper offered free job placement for recent graduates. I sent my resume on a whim, and it actually appeared in the paper.

However, I didn't find a job. Then one day, I received a text message saying she'd seen my resume and wanted to chat.

She claimed to be a teacher in her thirties, and, fueled by hormones, was quite enthusiastic in our conversation. I learned that her husband was having an affair, she worked as a temporary staff member at a school, she had breast cancer, and she was from Chongqing.

We chatted for a while, and she said she'd come to meet me. She arrived around noon, and we ate at a restaurant near the school. I even bought her flowers, which she refused. While I was in the restroom, she paid the bill. After lunch, we parted ways; our first meeting ended abruptly.

We continued chatting afterward. It turned out her family was well-off; she lived in the city, and her current husband was her brother's comrade-in-arms. He had pursued her after meeting her once with her brother. His parents were vehemently opposed to the marriage, given his rural background and poor family. However, he won her over with one move: his large tears. She overcame all obstacles and married him. After the marriage, she continued working in Chongqing, while he remained in his hometown, a long-distance relationship. Her husband cheated on her but didn't divorce her. Perhaps unhappy with her life, she developed breast cancer and had already undergone multiple rounds of chemotherapy when she met me.

The second time she visited, she brought me a hand-knitted sweater, saying she was captivated by me at our first meeting, especially by my white and even teeth. That night, we didn't go home; instead, we booked a hotel near the school. After checking in, I tried to pull down her pants, but she refused, though she eventually let me see. I didn't pull down her pants for sex; I just wanted to see her real vagina. It turned out she was on her period that day.

During the New Year's holiday, with nothing to do at school, she invited me to her house. That night, I had dinner with her husband and son. Looking back, I was an idiot, and she was incredibly bold, but nothing actually happened between us. After dinner, she took me to a hotel. On the way, we kissed and touched each other, getting incredibly wet. At the hotel, she gave me oral sex, but we didn't have sex.

After New Year's Day, she came to my school and didn't go home that night. We booked a hotel room, and I kissed her. She gave me oral sex, and I played with her hands. She begged me to penetrate her, calling my name loudly in the hotel room, asking me to penetrate her, but I didn't. The reason was that I have AIDS phobia.

After the Spring Festival, she came to my city to find work (her family lived in a suburban county). She cooked for me and sometimes we chatted, but I stayed in the dormitory and still didn't have sex with her.

One day, she said she wanted to see plum blossoms and got up early to save on entrance fees. We agreed to meet downstairs. I called her, but she said she had a cold. I had the dormitory manager open the door once when I left, but it wasn't convenient to go back now; it was dark, and it wouldn't be good to ask the manager to open the door again. There was still a long time before dawn, so I had no choice but to sleep in the same bed with her. We were close, breathing rapidly, and she guided me, putting my penis inside. I ejaculated quickly, and I lost my virginity.

After the first time, things spiraled out of control. She was horny, experienced, and obedient—obedient enough to do whatever I asked. Although I'd never been to a brothel, I'd guess her attitude was ten times better than a prostitute's. I was young and had great stamina. A perfect match; we made love intensely.

Later, we both developed feelings for each other. She divorced her husband, and her son stayed with him.

But ultimately, I didn't have the courage to marry her; cowardice triumphed over that little bit of affection.

Fortunately, when she went for a checkup, her breast cancer was basically cured.

I later told my uncle about this, and he was furious, saying my father would go crazy if he knew.

In the end, I couldn't handle the pressure, and we separated in August or September of 2008.

We kept in touch by phone afterward, and over the years, we almost met a few times, but ultimately we didn't.

We haven't seen each other since, and we haven't spoken on the phone in a long time.

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