The teacher gave me a kiss

The experience of time's passage varies with age.

As we grow older, time seems to fly by faster. I remember when I was in second grade, I naively thought "graduation" was something unimaginably distant, and the "graduation" I envisioned was simply graduating from elementary school.

But now I'm thirty.

For me, the decade from twenty to thirty has felt like twice as fast as the decade from ten to twenty.

I'm not one to dwell on the past; I'm not Proust.

So what I'm about to write isn't about fleeting years, but simply the summer of 1998.

How many people will you meet in your life who will stir your heart?

In this day and age, that's a rather pointless question. Because there are so many people who can move you, appearing on screens of all sizes all the time.

Perhaps it's only worth discussing if we narrow the scope to people we meet in real life.

Is that really true? Do people we meet in entertainment venues count?

I don't know.

I only know that as we age, many things change, one of which is the degree to which our hearts are moved.

After graduating from middle school, no matter how beautiful the women I met were, none of them could make me feel that heart-wrenching excitement again.

Perhaps it was because I was too arrogant back then, so clever that I actually knew nothing.

In my first year of middle school, at only thirteen, I fell for my biology teacher. Besides her beauty, the main reason was her revealing clothing.

In my second year, I fell for my English teacher. Besides being even more beautiful, the main reason was again her revealing clothing.

In reality, her revealing clothing meant occasionally showing her bra straps or wearing a light, flowing skirt.

But to me at the time, it was practically a crime.

And the crimes I committed were nothing more than deliberately asking questions during self-study, sneaking peeks at their exposed cleavage as the teachers bent down to answer; or pretending to pick up a pen while the teachers walked past the fan, secretly watching the scenery beneath their fluttering skirts.

Yes, back then, I would even pedal my beat-up bicycle like crazy just to catch a glimpse of a woman's underwear on the back of a motorcycle.

I finally saw a naked woman for the first time through a foreign documentary. I remember the documentary was called "The Infertility Mystery," and the naked foreign woman on TV was giving birth.

From then on, I had a strange, inexplicable interest in pregnant women.

The summer of 1998 was the summer I was going from my junior year of high school to my senior year. In early August, the school organized make-up classes. Although it was called make-up classes, it wasn't much different from regular school days—four periods in the morning, three in the afternoon, and evening self-study. The only difference was that we didn't have to wear school uniforms. The

senior year classrooms were located on the top floor of a six-story building under the scorching sun. The only cooling measure in the classrooms was a pitiful four ceiling fans.

I've always been rather thin, and my health wasn't great either. After two weeks of classes in such a stuffy environment, I started to feel unwell one day.

It was during the second period in the afternoon, and I couldn't bear it any longer, so I signaled to the teacher that I needed to go to the infirmary.

Seeing that I looked unwell, the teacher agreed.

The infirmary was on the first floor, probably the shadiest spot in the whole school.

I slumped into a chair in the infirmary, applied some medicated oil, and gradually recovered. There was only one irresponsible female doctor in the infirmary. Seeing that my complexion had improved, she slipped out, disappearing somewhere to fool around. I guessed she went somewhere that could see the infirmary door, because there was no one there when I arrived, but she came back after only a short while.

I couldn't be bothered with her and closed my eyes to enjoy the rare peace and coolness.

But the peace and quiet didn't last long before someone else came in. The person asked, "Hey, where's Dr. Wang?" I opened my eyes and saw it was my English teacher from the second year of junior high. Since I went to the same school for both junior and senior high, I would see her from time to time. She was almost thirty years old at this time, but in my eyes, she was still one of the few beautiful female teachers in the whole school.

I hadn't seen her for several months, and when I saw her again that day, I noticed that her belly was slightly protruding, probably four or five months along, and she was wearing a loose maternity dress. Her once oval face had become quite rounder, adding a touch of mature charm.

Seeing me staring at her blankly, she laughed and said, "Fang Wensheng, are you slacking off again?" I said aggrievedly, "Teacher Ruan, when did I slack off? I have heatstroke." She teased, "Still trying to deny it? You've always been lazy, relying on your little bit of cleverness to do whatever you want.

I bet you're incorrigible."

I had indeed often done that in junior high, so it's no wonder she didn't believe me. I had no choice but to change the subject, saying,

"Are you looking for Dr. Wang? She's gone out; she should be back in a bit." Teacher Ruan responded with an "Oh," and sat down on the hospital bed by the wall. She glanced at me, then suddenly seemed a little embarrassed and said, "I'll lie down for a while."

I was dazzled by her captivating gaze and could only murmur a blank "Mmm. "

She took off her slippers and gently lay down on the bed. Seeing my silence, she probably felt the awkwardness of the quiet and asked, "Are you also having tutoring? Are you

going into your final year of high school this year?" "Yes, Ms. Ruan, what about you? Why are you at school too?"

"I teach that class that's going into their final year of junior high. Tutoring starts a week later than yours." "Oh. Tutoring in this weather must be awful."

"Yeah, it's so hot."

I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I fell silent. After a while, I finally remembered and said, "That's strange, why hasn't Dr. Wang come yet? She should have seen you." Ms. Ruan laughed and said, "She's not coming because she knows it's me." "Why?"

"I'm not sick or in pain, I just came to lie down for a bit, of course she's ignoring me." "Oh, then what's she doing over there?"

Ms. Ruan chuckled and interrupted, "None of your business, you gossip."

I was speechless again.

Ms. Ruan then said, "I'm not going to talk about it anymore, I'm going to sleep for a while." Then she turned around and faced away from me.

I followed the curves of her back, and saw two round, plump buttocks, quite impressively large. Her calves, protruding from beneath her skirt, appeared remarkably smooth, the skin seemingly plump and sensual from pregnancy.

As a normal seventeen-year-old male, alone in this small space with a beautiful young woman exuding a strong feminine aura, and gazing at such an alluring back, my only reaction was an erection.

Three years later, Ms. Ruan had once again tempted me, but this time I had already watched several adult films on my computer; I was different now.

But all I could do was repeatedly lewdly watch her back.

I've heard that women have a strong sixth sense; if someone is watching her from behind with intense intent, she will feel extremely uncomfortable. It seemed that was indeed the case. Under my lecherous gaze, Ms. Ruan finally turned around. Looking into my lustful eyes, she said, half shy and half annoyed, "Go back to class if you have nothing else to do. You're keeping me up at night." I don't know why I was so bold at the time, but I actually said to her with a blush, "Ms. Ruan, I think you are really beautiful, like an angel."

Ms. Ruan's face immediately turned red, and she said quickly, "You just like to talk nonsense, you never learn."

I knelt before her, took a deep breath, my heart pounding so hard I felt like I was going to faint, and still managed to stammer, "I've thought you were beautiful for a long time, but now I think you're even more beautiful, I..." I finally couldn't speak anymore, and all I could see were blurry lights and shadows before I suddenly lost consciousness.

"Fang Wensheng, Fang Wensheng, hey, you rascal, wake up, stop playing around!" I tried my best to focus, and the blurry figure in front of me slowly solidified into a pretty face. Under Ms. Ruan's anxious gaze, I raised my hand and gently stroked her smooth cheek, smiling reassuringly as I said, "I dreamt of you again, that's so nice."

Ms. Ruan couldn't help but chuckle. She spat and removed my hand, saying, "You little rascal, were you deliberately teasing me? How did you suddenly faint?"

I shook my head, opened my eyes twice, and then said blankly, "Huh, did I faint? How long was I unconscious?" Ms. Ruan looked at me suspiciously and asked tentatively, "Are you sure? You were unconscious for more than a minute, weren't you?" I noticed that I was lying on my side on the ground, while Ms. Ruan was squatting down, her skirt hem facing me. Underneath her skirt, a light blue floral panty tightly hugged a mound of soft, round flesh, with a shallow cleavage in the middle.

Seeing that I suddenly stopped talking and my eyes were fixed on looking down, Ms. Ruan immediately realized what was happening. Her face flushed, and she scolded, "You're so annoying!" She immediately stood up, but the force of her sudden movement was too great, and she lost her balance and fell backward. I gasped and reached out, managing to grab her wrist and pull her back.

Ms. Ruan, still shaken, gasped for breath, saying, "Thank goodness you caught me, you scared me to death..." I stood up, took her soft, fleshy hand in mine, and laughed, "You scared me to death too." She touched her pregnant belly, completely ignoring my four fingers pressing against her palm. She gently stroked her belly, and I secretly groaned at the warm, soft touch on my fingertips.

I heard her tenderly say to the little life inside her, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, little baby." Her expression was as serene as Mary in a church. Watching this heartwarming scene, I suddenly had the illusion that I was touching happiness.

After a long while, Ms. Ruan finally looked up. Seeing the expression on my face, she smiled sweetly and said softly,

"You little devil."

Then she tiptoed and left a light, gentle, soft kiss on my lips—a kiss I'll cherish for a lifetime.

Soon after, the bell rang.

Ms. Ruan's kiss that day was nothing short of encouragement to me at the time. Without that kiss, I wouldn't have dared to do what I did later.

The next day, during the second period in the afternoon, I skipped class and hid near the infirmary. When Dr. Wang came out of the infirmary, I slipped inside behind her.

I looked around and finally decided to hide in the bathroom to avoid being discovered and causing trouble.

After waiting about ten minutes, I heard someone approaching. The person seemed to have been looking around outside for a while before slowly entering. I opened the door a crack and peeked outside. It was Ms. Ruan. She

calmly came to the bed, kicked off her slippers, and slowly lay down.

I opened the door and went out.

Hearing footsteps, Ms. Ruan turned around, sat up in surprise, and said, "Fang Wensheng? It's you again?"

I laughed and said, "I can't help it, Ms. Ruan, I got heatstroke again." She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling, and her voice seemed to carry a strange allure: "Stop talking nonsense. You're always up to something."

I moved a chair to the bedside, sat down, and said seriously, "Ms. Ruan, I thought about it all night, and I feel one kiss isn't enough. What do you think?"

She suppressed a laugh and said, "How could it not be enough? I think it's too much." "Do you know why I fainted yesterday?"

"You still dare to say that? You're just playing tricks on me."

I sighed and said leisurely, "So, it turns out that when someone's heart flutters to a certain extent, it really can give them a heart attack."

She chuckled, tapped me on the head, and said with a laugh, "Do you have a heart condition? I think you're the one who's crazy."

I shamelessly said, "Then why are you teasing this crazy person like me?" "Who teased you? Who?"

I looked at her quietly, and she looked away. Suddenly, I grabbed her shoulders tightly and kissed her forcefully. She struggled a few times, but seemed to be unable to exert any force because of her pregnancy. Our lips met, and she kept her mouth tightly shut, not letting me succeed. I reluctantly let go of her.

She looked at me sharply and said coldly, "Do you know what you're doing?" "I want you, no matter what."

"Aren't you afraid of ruining your future?"

"I am afraid, but I still want you."

Teacher Ruan sighed, as if she could read a certain determination on my face. She probably thought that my so-called "no matter what" meant that I was willing to hurt her and the baby in her womb. Pregnancy caused her to misjudge. I'm definitely not that kind of person, but at that moment I didn't want to explain.

I only heard Ms. Ruan say softly, "Not here, to the bathroom." So, I followed her into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.

She had her back to me, her hands on the wall, her legs slightly parted, and said in a dry voice, "Hurry up." I slowly hugged her soft body from behind, lowered my head to smell the unique feminine scent on her pink neck, and then said in a deep voice, "I want to kiss you."

She slowly turned her head, looking at me with tears in her eyes, without saying a word. I kissed her, and this time she didn't clench her teeth, so I easily slipped my tongue inside. A strange, slippery feeling, warm and soft, but because she wasn't cooperating, I didn't feel much pleasure.

I slipped my hand under her skirt, gently stroking along the smooth inner thigh, the closer I got to her crotch, the warmer and wetter it felt. Sure enough, my fingertips soon touched a small, slippery, soft spot.

"So wet, Ms. Ruan," I whispered in her ear. She frowned, enduring the pain, ignoring my words.

My fingertips pressed down slightly, sinking into the wettest, hottest crevice of her flesh. I felt increasingly parched, lifting her skirt with one hand and pulling down her pink panties with the other, wantonly kneading her exposed, snow-white buttocks.

The feel was incredibly smooth and soft, intoxicatingly pleasurable.

I simply knelt on the ground, burying my entire face in that snowy, soft flesh, my nose filled with a faint, sensual fragrance, my lower body hardening, becoming painfully hard. I was dizzy from the sensual scent, and in a daze, I opened my mouth and sucked on that mound of flesh.

Ms. Ruan gritted her teeth, but still couldn't help but groan, her buttocks swaying wildly. The smooth flesh of her buttocks rubbed against my face, making me breathless with pleasure.

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard penis, and tremblingly reached towards Ms. Ruan's crotch. The moment I touched that soft, wet opening,

I thrust it in forcefully. My penis, lubricated by her juices, slid deep inside, all the way in. I stood still, holding Ms. Ruan's buttocks, and slowly began to thrust. The exhilarating, tingling pleasure coursed through my body, making me dizzy and mesmerized.

After a while, I gradually adjusted to the sensation, so I reached my hands up from under her skirt, caressing her slightly protruding belly until I reached her breasts, touching her bra. I fumbled to unhook the bra, finally holding one breast in each hand, each one perfectly sized and tender.

It felt like holding a pair of snow rabbits—soft and bouncy, smooth as cream. The two nipples, soft yet firm, were quite adorable, becoming more and more erect under my gentle pinching. Ms. Ruan had to bite her fingers to barely suppress a moan, but a few soft moans escaped her throat from time to time.

Just as I was enjoying myself to the fullest, a noise suddenly came from outside.

"Dr. Wang, are you there?" a woman's voice called out. I immediately stopped everything, panting and listening intently with a pounding heart. Ms. Ruan's body was limp and she could barely stand; I was the only one holding her up.

The person called several more times. After a while, it seemed that Dr. Wang had finally returned. She asked, "What is it?"

"Did that male classmate from yesterday come to see you today?" Huh, was she talking about me?

"No. What's wrong?"

"I'm his class monitor. He skipped class this period, so I came to check on him." Class monitor Wen Shunqing? She skipped class to come see me? Is she really that noble?

"He hasn't come. He probably skipped class to go somewhere to play." "

Hmm, but I clearly saw him coming this way earlier... Is anyone in the bathroom?" You slut

, are you following me? "It should be Teacher Ruan inside." Someone knocked on the door and asked, "Teacher Ruan, are you in there?" I looked at the woman in my arms and suddenly realized that I hadn't covered her mouth. I thought that if she called someone, I was doomed. But she only replied, "I'm here."

I was uneasy, afraid that she would say something else, so I kissed her to keep her quiet. This time she was quite cooperative. The kiss made my lust rise again, and my penis throbbed inside her, making her shudder.

Hearing Dr. Wang say, "Look elsewhere, it's not here,"

I sensed that things had calmed down outside again after a while. I couldn't help but start thrusting again. At first, I tried to be quiet, but as I thrust faster, I could hear the occasional crisp "slap slap" sound, and even Ms. Ruan's moans became increasingly rapid.

Just as I was about to climax, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Ms. Ruan, are you alright?" Damn it, that pervert Wen Shunqing hadn't left at all!

Startled, my glans went numb, and a thick stream of semen shot out. Ms. Ruan trembled uncontrollably from the ejaculation and couldn't speak.

There was another knock on the door: "Ms. Ruan, Ms. Ruan..."

Ms. Ruan could only manage a weak voice, saying, "I'm... fine." I hugged the limp Ms. Ruan, feeling utterly overwhelmed. Wen Shunqing seemed determined to wait for me until I appeared. What should I do? Time ticked by, and the bell was about to ring. If I didn't leave soon… While I was frantically racking my brains for a solution, Ms. Ruan had already finished getting ready. She looked at me with a sullen gaze, sighed softly, and said gently, "I'll go out and distract her. You can leave when you have the chance." She kissed me, but I didn't react. She gestured for me to hide behind the door, which I did. Then she opened the door and went out.

"Are you looking for Fang Wensheng? I saw him at the school gate earlier. You can ask the gatekeeper." "Yes, Ms. Ruan, how did you know I was looking for him?"

"I was here yesterday too. Was he pretending to have heatstroke and slacking off?"

"Oh, then I'll go ask at the school gate." Wen Shunqing was finally gone, and I breathed a sigh of relief. When I came out of the restroom, even Ms. Ruan was gone.

I quickly fled the infirmary.

As I turned the corner, someone called out to me, "Fang Wensheng! You were there!" Damn it, Wen Shunqing had been hiding in the corner and tricking me!

I didn't know what I had done to offend her, but at most I was caught skipping class, so what?

I was startled for a moment, but managed to calm down and even greeted her with a smile, "Hi!" Her expression at that moment was strange; even years later, I still can't quite describe what that expression was. It was like her mood—I could never figure it out.

She didn't say a word, just stood there looking at me, which was incredibly eerie. The strangest thing was that I stood there dumbfounded, just as she stared at me, until the bell finally rang.

She turned and left without a word. Watching her retreating figure, I suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

Why? At that moment, I could never have imagined that it was because she had planted a curse in my heart.

Wen Shunqing, besides being my class monitor, was also the school's most famous beauty. Countless people pursued her, all sorts of people, but not me.

For some reason, I always felt that she wasn't my type.

She was too concerned with "political correctness," always standing on the "right" side, which was always incredibly boring and cold. I've hated that feeling of being right since I was little.

So I almost always ignored her, and therefore, I couldn't understand her behavior that day.

If she was catching me skipping class, was it really necessary for her to skip class herself? And afterwards, no teacher came to talk to me.

Oh well, I put her out of my mind.

Another day passed, and in the second period of the afternoon, I secretly sneaked into the infirmary again. I wanted to know if Ms. Ruan would come today. Doing so seemed dangerous, but the actual risk was less than yesterday.

If she didn't come, I wouldn't be happy, but nothing would happen. If she did come, there were two possibilities: first, she had prepared how to protect herself if she ran into me again; second, she was willing to cooperate with me.

I always felt that she actually accepted me; otherwise, she had so many opportunities to ruin me yesterday, but she gave them all up. Sure enough,

there was a woman in the infirmary.

But it wasn't Ms. Ruan.

It was Wen Shunqing.

"What are you doing here?" I couldn't help but ask her.

"Waiting for you." Her voice was crisp and clear.

"You're so boring." I turned and walked away.

"If you dare leave, I'll expose you." It was cold and resolute.

I slowly turned back, my heart pounding: "What do you want to say?"

"I know everything you did yesterday." Her eyes were unusually sharp.

I took a deep breath and slowly sat down: "What exactly do you want?" "Slap!" She suddenly slapped me.

"You…" I was about to retaliate.

"You've disappointed me so much!" She was faster than me, and seemed even angrier.

I was completely bewildered, not understanding a word she was saying.

"I'm asking you one last time, do you still want her? Do you want her no matter what?" "None of your business." I finally found something to say.

"Fine, then don't regret it!" She finished speaking and left without looking back.

I was curious about what I should regret.

It seems Ms. Ruan was later transferred to another school; I never saw her again.

[The End]

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