I am a counselor assistant

~Today's person is actually my true sex mentor. Although we didn't have a long relationship, she taught me almost everything about sex, from our respective places. The following story is completely true. Some of the dialogue may not be the exact words, but it's almost entirely accurate, otherwise things wouldn't have turned out this way. I'll include some photos this time; I really didn't dare take any bedroom photos back then. When I was almost a senior, because I had been a student leader all along, I knew everyone in the year, so I naturally became our counselor's assistant (our counselor was 29 when I was a senior, had just gotten married, and we were very close; I affectionately called her "sister"—she was from Chongqing, fair-skinned, beautiful, with big breasts and a slim waist, but unfortunately, I didn't end up with her~ haha). Besides handling work, I would also help her with some personal matters. Once, she asked me for help because one of her juniors, who was a counselor in the next college (the protagonist of this story), wanted to learn to ride a bicycle and asked if I had time to teach her, since she couldn't ride one herself. I agreed without much thought. So, I started teaching this new, unfamiliar teacher how to ride a bicycle every day under the scorching sun in the open space behind the school's tennis court. Learning to ride a bicycle, as everyone knows, inevitably involves physical contact. I had to help her hold the handlebars or the seat so she wouldn't fall over. Plus, girls are naturally slower at learning these things (especially a 27-year-old woman), so progress was slow. She would always smile and apologize, saying she was too clumsy to learn. At first, I found it annoying, but gradually I started to enjoy it. Having a pretty woman with a lovely voice with me almost every day, and constantly hugging and cuddling with her, was actually quite nice. Hugging and cuddling are minor things. Whenever she shows any sign of tipping over while riding her bike, I have to half-hold her, using my whole body to shield her from falling. This happens countless times every day during her two-hour bike lessons. Besides, it's already hot, and after riding for a while, we're both drenched in sweat, our t-shirts soaked through. You know how it is when a girl's thin t-shirt gets wet… At first, she would blush, but from the third day onwards, I noticed she stopped reacting. Once, in a moment of panic, I grabbed her chest instead, which made me quite embarrassed, but she acted like nothing happened, saying "Thank you for your hard work," and then continued… Of course, during this time I also learned a lot about her family, such as her husband being a traffic policeman who was often away from home, and how they were planning to travel to Europe, which was why they were learning to ride bikes. On the sixth day, when she could ride around the track by herself without my help, I knew this period was over. But to thank me, she invited me to her house for dinner, saying she wanted to try her cooking. However, when I arrived, her husband had to go on a last-minute DUI checkpoint and wouldn't be back that night. At her house, the first thing he did was leave me hanging while he went to take a shower… Damn, that made my imagination run wild. When she came out to relieve me, I smelled her underwear and t-shirt in the bathroom for ages, and then I was stiff and uncomfortable throughout the entire dinner. Every time I got up to get more rice or other things, I was practically erect, incredibly embarrassed… Sorry, what you're hoping for didn't happen. After chatting about family matters and graduation plans at 10 pm, I left and went back to school. I didn't contact her for a long time afterward…

About two months later, my counselor had something to do and asked me to sleep in her dorm room (school regulations require counselors to take turns sleeping in the dorms to manage students and handle emergencies; missing this step results in a deduction in salary). She also mentioned that there was a male teacher from another college staying in the dorm with her, and I could chat with him. So I went. Unexpectedly, when I opened the counselor's dorm room at 8 PM, I found it was her! The male teacher had also switched shifts with her due to other commitments, and she thought our counselor was staying with her, so she came... To explain the dorm layout and her situation: it was like a typical student dormitory apartment with two small rooms partitioned by wooden boards, just big enough for a bed, a desk, and a passageway. Although the partitions were wooden, each room actually had a door, presumably for the teachers' privacy. Because it was still quite hot, she came wearing a semi-sheer chiffon t-shirt and a denim mini-skirt.

She was quite surprised to see me. After explaining the situation, we chatted briefly and then went back to our respective cubicles.

But this made me very restless: Damn, this is way more exciting than going to a hotel! Just thinking about this young woman sleeping next to me, the object of countless male students' fantasies, how could I possibly sleep? So I started planning something. Around 11 p.m., I secretly pulled the switch on the dormitory (the distribution box happened to be on my side, hehe). Then she suddenly screamed and ran out, and I just opened the door, bumping right into her.

Then, very gentlemanly, I let her go, telling her not to worry, that I'd go back to my dorm to get a flashlight to check; it should just be a tripped circuit breaker. I also told her not to touch anything carelessly, to be careful of electric shock (actually, I was going back to my dorm to get a condom, otherwise I could use my phone's flashlight to check; besides, she's an art student, she doesn't know anything about water or electricity, so I fooled her). I also grabbed a few cans of beer and some snacks from my dorm and came down. After fiddling around with the fake repairs and fixing the circuit breaker, I started comforting her.

She said it was lucky I was here tonight; if it were Liu (my advisor), it would be terrible, she'd have to go find that perverted male dorm supervisor to fix it again. Then I suggested we have some drinks to calm our nerves, so I opened a beer, and the two of us went to her cubicle, sat cross-legged on the bed, and started drinking, eating snacks, chatting, and watching a movie. During that time, we talked about teaching her to drive, and she looked very grateful, saying we were destined to meet. I saw her cleavage faintly visible and her white panties peeking out from under her skirt, and without realizing it, I got hard...

After finishing one can of beer, I pretended to stand up to get another. She pointed at my tent and chuckled, saying, "You were like this at my house the other day, young people these days! You still have a year before graduation, you should find a girlfriend! Haha." Then I went along with it, bending over to cover my crotch, then feigning an accident and knocking over her can... She drank slowly, so half the can spilled all over the bed (yes, every step was part of my plan, haha).

Then she started complaining: "Now look what I'm going to do tonight!

You can sleep on my side, I'll go back to my dorm."

"It's past midnight, your building's already closed!"

"Then we'll squeeze in," I said, my voice trembling slightly...

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Never mind, a teacher can't make students sleep on the floor, can they?" Hearing this, I secretly rejoiced: Tonight's all set!

After tidying up, we each washed up, and then I lay down fully clothed in my cubicle. She hadn't taken off her clothes, and I couldn't be too aggressive, so I lay down back to back. ... After about ten minutes, I deliberately made my breathing louder, pretending to be asleep, then rolled over and put my hand behind her buttocks. I rubbed against her buttocks in rhythm with my breathing. After a while, there was no reaction, so I rolled back over, and then rolled over again, pressing my thigh against hers, my erect penis against her buttocks. ... I found she still didn't react, but she was unusually quiet, her breathing even; she definitely wasn't asleep! Just as I was about to give up and roll back to sleep, she suddenly turned over! She rolled over to face me, and I could feel her warm breath, but I didn't dare open my eyes, afraid she would discover I was pretending to be asleep. I could feel her breath getting closer, but she didn't actually come closer. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I steeled myself, opened my eyes, and saw she was also keeping her eyes closed. Then I leaned in and pressed my face against hers. She didn't open her eyes; instead, her brows furrowed—still pretending! But the more she pretended, the bolder I became. I rained kisses on her lips, her face, her neck, and her ears. Seeing she still didn't react, I simply pulled open the hem of her shirt and reached my hand to her breasts. Only then did she open her eyes, glare at me, and say, "You little rascal!" Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and began to passionately respond to me. I reached down and... holy crap! I could feel the slippery, sticky fluid even through her panties. Following the fluid, I pressed and rubbed her vulva. She finally couldn't hold back anymore and started moaning. Afraid she'd get too loud, I covered her mouth with mine, half my body pressing down on hers. My left hand went inside her bra, feeling her soft breasts, while my right hand continued to tease her sensitive spot. Just as I was about to pull down her panties, she grabbed my hand and said, "No! No condom, next time!" I looked up, smiled, and pulled out the Durex condoms I'd prepared (back then, that was all we could afford). She looked up, then slammed her head on the pillow in despair: "You little rascal, looks like you planned this all along! Whatever!" She then actually started to take off her panties herself. Seeing this, I immediately pulled off my own sweatpants and underwear, put on my raincoat, and pressed myself against her again, holding my throbbing penis and rubbing it against her vulva. After a while, she panicked: "You little rascal, if you don't come in, I'm done!" I ignored her and continued rubbing against her doorway, while my other hand kneaded her small but firm breasts through her clothes. Watching her bite her lip in the light from the window, she finally couldn't resist, flipping me over and pinning me to the bed. Holding my penis in her hands, she sat down: "You brat, see how I deal with you!" I watched as she, her hair disheveled but clothes intact, bit her lip to stifle her moans, sat on my genitals, moving up and down. Her vagina was so tight; soon I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly lifted myself up, pressing her buttocks to stop her from moving. "Hehe, can't take it anymore?"

"Slow down, it's too tight."

"I haven't had my fill yet, I'll let you off the hook for now." Then she stopped moving her buttocks, and she straddled me, right in front of me, began to take off the clothes she should have taken off long ago. Although her figure was starting to change slightly, her smooth, fair skin and pink nipples still made me dizzy for a while. I caught my breath and started my battle mode, trying everything I knew: missionary, doggy style... She cooperated well, biting her lip and letting out low growls through her nose. Suddenly, she grabbed my arm, gripping it tighter and tighter, her nails digging into my flesh, and let out a particularly long and pleasant "Ah~~~". I pulled my hand away in pain, but I knew she had finally climaxed. I was tired too. After her climax, I sped up my thrusting. I don't know if she was enjoying it or not, but suddenly she started screaming loudly, "Ah~~ so good~~ Ah~~ um~~~" It startled me so much that I ejaculated immediately. I covered her mouth and made a shushing gesture to her: "Shh! Keep it down, there are other students in the dorm next door!"

After she calmed down, we cleaned up the mess and lay down in each other's arms. She said youth is a blessing, she's so amazing in bed. Her husband (the traffic policeman) is busy with work, often stays up late, and has long been impotent, which is why he hasn't been able to conceive. Recently, there's been a crackdown on drunk driving, and he's often not home, etc... (This story teaches us that no matter your profession, never neglect your wife at home, especially in bed!) As they talked, they both fell asleep. The next morning when I woke up, she was gone, sending me a text: "As punishment, you'd better clean the counselor's dorm room!" Then I found her underwear at the foot of the bed... still wet! Damn, it hadn't dried all night, how much fluid had she produced?! I immediately got hard again, quickly cleaned the dorm room, and, thinking no one would notice anything amiss, headed straight to her college. After finding the counselor's office, I peeked in from the doorway. She was behind the desk talking to a student, completely absorbed, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday—in other words, she wasn't wearing underwear under her denim skirt!!!

How could I tolerate this?!

Then, on a whim, I clutched my stomach and rushed into the office: "Teacher Yi! My stomach hurts so badly, I can't even straighten my back! Could you please take me to the hospital?" My voice trembled slightly, and the sweat on my brow from running there alarmed the other teachers and students. They all said, "Yi, is this a student in your class? What are you

waiting for? Hurry up!" Yi's expression at that moment, in today's terms, was one of utter bewilderment... Then her expression turned anxious, and she said, "Okay, okay, let's go!" With the help of the other students, they "helped" me into Yi's car, and then drove straight to the school hospital... In the car, my stomach really did hurt, it hurt from laughing. After I explained what had happened, she lectured me for a long time in a teacher's tone, and finally parked the car in the school hospital's parking lot. I pulled her underwear out of my pocket and waved it in front of her. "I brought this to you, shouldn't you thank me?"

"It's all wet, how can I wear it! It's all your fault!"

"Aren't you afraid your students will see you wearing such a short skirt?"

"You think everyone is like you! But it does feel weird, the wind can blow in, it's chilly."

"Then let me warm you up~"

As I said this, I put my hand under her skirt again:

"What's wrong with you? Why are you all wet again? Aren't you afraid the water will run down your thighs?"

"I don't know, I've never done this before. There are male students walking around in front of me, it feels like I'm standing naked in front of them, plus the wind is chilly, it feels so good, I felt like I was about to leak, so I quickly went to the toilet~" "

...Come with me." I pulled her out of the car, she said, "What do you want to do?"

"Duh."

"That won't do, there are too many people at school .

" "Then what should we do?" "

Let's get a hotel room, you book the room and tell me, I'll go straight up from the underground parking lot!"

Okay~

Then, at the hotel across from the school, as soon as I opened the door, she pounced on me and reached for my penis. I pressed her against the mirror by the door, made her turn around, lifted her skirt, and went inside. Unlike the night before, she started moaning more freely, which startled me because her moans were really loud; the hallway could definitely hear them. My hormones were raging, and I wasn't in the mood to change positions or take off my clothes. I just held her buttocks, her hands on the mirror, and we slapped her repeatedly. The whole room was filled with the sounds of my thrusting and her pleasurable moans. Looking at my new teacher in the mirror, and at my own lewd actions, for a moment it all felt so unreal… until I reached my climax and she couldn't hold on any longer and knelt on the floor, I ejaculated inside her… My penis went soft, and as I entered a state of post-coital lucidity, I realized the situation was bad—I'd ejaculated inside her… She scolded me for a long time, and finally she took a pill to relieve herself. Of course, it wasn't over yet. We showered together afterwards, and then went wild for two more hours on the sink and by the window. She said she found she liked having sex with me in front of a mirror or glass; she could see her own lewd expressions and my lewd actions… For the next six months or so, we mostly kept our relationship secret, because being with her was incredibly exciting. Teachers and students would meet in her office, in the school garden, in her car, sometimes even at her home, in front of her and her husband's wedding photos, on their big bed, making love with her. We unlocked almost every position I know now, and we never used condoms. She said she and her husband didn't have sex often, so she took long-term birth control pills. Our relationship officially ended about two or three months before my graduation. She said she needed to get used to my life after graduation and couldn't have this happen with another me; the time was right, and it was time to try for a baby. (That's why I went back to see my previous girlfriend, Ling, for a month or two of graduation sex…) This year during the Qingming Festival, I took my current girlfriend back to my alma mater for a visit, and I ran into Yi there again. She smiled like a teacher and said I'd found a well-behaved girlfriend, but I shouldn't forget the school and should come back to visit often…

[The End]

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