My teacher girlfriend

I remember it was the second winter after I started working when a good friend who was a high school teacher said he wanted to introduce me to a girlfriend. She was a female teacher at his school, and had only graduated from teachers' college a little over a year ago. He said she was a very nice person, good-looking, and had a cheerful and lively personality. I immediately had high hopes. A few days later, the time and place for our first meeting were set—Qian Gui KTV in Jing'an District. My friend and his girlfriend would be going together.

When my friend and I arrived at the reserved private room, we were quite taken aback. Five or six girls were already holding microphones and laughing and chatting. I thought, "That's good, more people will make it more lively and less awkward." To be honest, when I first entered the room, I didn't dare to look at the girls in the room very closely. I quickly found an empty seat and sat down, and I could feel out of the corner of my eye that the girls were looking at me.

Soon, they pushed me and another girl to sit down in the middle of the long sofa facing the TV. Taking advantage of the opportunity to change seats, I secretly glanced at the girl who had been pushed to sit next to me—the one I was introduced to as my girlfriend. I was secretly pleased. She wasn't tall, probably a little under 1.6 meters, with fair skin. While not stunningly beautiful, she was definitely sweet-looking. She was wearing a thin white wool sweater that covered her hips. Overall, I was quite satisfied with her appearance. My classmate really did me justice, haha.

I'll call her Rain in this story.

And so began my first meeting with Rain. That day at karaoke, the other girls egged me on to sing a few songs with her—all sweet love songs. Rain sang quite well. As for my singing, well, my pitch was good, but I couldn't get into the emotion. I even recorded the songs we sang that day on a cassette tape. Every time I listen to it after taking it home, it brings me a sweet feeling.

After karaoke, a large group of us went to a small shop near Jiaotong University in Xuhui District. What made me like Yu even more was that she insisted on paying the bill after the late-night snack. She said that since I paid for karaoke, she should pay for the snack.

I fell for her; it was love at first sight. That night, I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, my mind filled with her image and her voice.

In those days, cell phones were practically nonexistent; pagers and home phones were luxuries. I didn't live with my parents and rented a kitchen in a lane house. Since I was only in my second year of work, I couldn't afford to spend thousands of yuan to install a phone. So, before we parted after our first meeting, she gave me her home phone number, while I could only give her a public phone.

After our first meeting, a high school classmate heard from her girlfriend that Yu seemed to like me.

Our second meeting was four days after karaoke. A colleague was renovating his house and wanted some advice. His house was very close to Yu's, and I also wanted him to meet her. So, I invited Yu to come with me to see his house, and she readily agreed. My colleague's quick agreement to meet me confirmed my suspicions that she had a good impression of me.

The second meeting was quite ordinary. After spending some time at her home, she urged us to leave quickly and go somewhere else. I walked and chatted with her for a while before taking her home, only briefly touching her waist at an intersection.

The third meeting came quickly. The following weekend, Yu, my classmate, his girlfriend, and I arranged to go to Yu Garden. After we met, my classmate and his girlfriend quickly walked ahead hand-in-hand, while Yu and I followed behind. I wanted to take her hand too, but I couldn't muster the courage. We soon boarded a bus, which was crowded. Being petite, she was squeezed in the middle, making it difficult to reach the handrails. So, I naturally put my arm around her waist.

After getting off the bus, my classmate and his friend quickly walked ahead. At that moment, Yu said to me, "Let's hold hands." Slowly, I grabbed her hand. A strange sensation immediately spread through my hand. Although it wasn't the first time I'd had hand contact with a girl, this wonderful feeling was definitely a first. Soon, I could feel my palms starting to sweat. After a few minutes of nervousness and adjustment, I became enamored with the feeling of holding her hand. Throughout the rest of the trip, I held her hand tightly, and soon, almost instinctively, we intertwined our fingers. While intertwining our fingers, the outside of my arm often brushed against the side of her chest. Because we were both wearing thick coats in winter, I could only feel a slight bulge, and even that felt hard; I couldn't feel the supposed softness of a girl's breasts. However, even so, it excited me greatly, and I carefully savored each touch.

After that first time holding hands, we entered the typical dating phase. When she worked the night shift, I would always pick her up after work. Sometimes we would take the bus home together, and sometimes we would walk home together. During that time, I felt surrounded by happiness.

About two months after we met, we still hadn't kissed; we would just stroll around arm in arm. I would often use the hand that was around her to touch her face and pinch her earlobe.

One day, on the way to pick her up from evening self-study, I finally made up my mind: I had to kiss her that day. When I dropped her off at her apartment building, I wrapped my arms around her, gazing into her eyes. Yu seemed to sense what I was about to do; her body tensed up slightly, and she tried to pull away from my embrace. I firmly stopped her escape, lowered my head, and covered her lips with mine. When our lips touched, my brain paused for a few seconds. Before I could even fully savor Yu's soft lips, my mind raced: what should I do next? Should we just exchange a few kisses or should I slip my tongue in? My decision was to slip my tongue in! Tragically, it seemed like just as I found her tongue, our teeth collided… I immediately opened my eyes and saw Yu looking at me with a mischievous grin. When I tried to kiss her again, she stopped me with her hands, saying, “It’s getting late, you have a long time to get home, hurry up and go home.” So I went home dejectedly, constantly replaying the taste of our lips meeting on the way.

Everything is difficult at first, but after that first kiss, kissing every time we met became natural, and the chances of our teeth colliding decreased. I thought my kissing skills were steadily improving.

Men are always pushing their luck, and I was no exception. Once kissing became a natural thing, I naturally wanted more. Although her breasts often pressed against my chest during kisses, I was wearing quite a few layers of clothing because of the weather, so I could only feel their hard, protruding shape. At that point, I realized that the hardness was just from her bra, perhaps even with underwire, while the softness beneath was my ideal… The weather was getting warmer, and I lived alone in a small apartment, which was a favorable condition for me to realize my ideal, hehe. However, I was timid by nature, and I loved her very much. My relationship with her was with marriage in mind, so I wasn't in a rush. I wanted things to happen naturally, to avoid making Yu feel abrupt or that I was being lewd. I wanted everything to happen smoothly.

About a month later, the weather was even warmer. I could wear just a shirt and a jacket, while many girls were already wearing only a sweater.

On a day off, the four of us agreed to go shopping together. The place we wanted to go to wasn't far from my apartment, so we arranged to meet there. After we met, my classmate and his girlfriend suggested we go to a nearby cinema to see if there were any good movies. They said we could watch a movie if we got tired of walking around. Perhaps they were deliberately leaving Yu and me alone. After they left, Yu and I played around in the room, kissing and hugging every now and then. My room is really small; there's just a computer desk, a small bed about a meter wide, and only a narrow aisle. So, while we were kissing and cuddling, we unconsciously fell onto the bed. I was on top of her. Because we weren't wearing many clothes, I could clearly feel the warmth and softness of her body. I was impulsive, and I don't know where the courage came from, but I quickly placed my palm on her breast. The room fell silent. Neither of us spoke. I kept my palm on her breast for about half a minute, and it was still quiet. So, I gently felt her breast with my palm. The feeling of my palm was much more sensitive than when my arm or chest touched her breast. I could feel its softness, although it wasn't very large. When I increased the pressure slightly, trying to feel for any protrusions with my palm, Yu said: "Take your hand away."

I didn't know if my boldness had angered her, but I quickly calmed down. After we got out of bed, she didn't dwell on my boldness but immediately changed the subject, asking why my classmates hadn't returned yet. My heart was pounding, and her face was flushed. Much later, when we talked about that day, she playfully scolded me, "How could you be so bold that day? You touched my breasts without even asking for my permission!"

Like kissing, anything that happens once will happen again. The second time I touched her breasts was also at my house. By then, I was more confident and could feel her nipples with my palms, and even gently knead them. She would shyly ask me, "What do a girl's breasts feel like?" I would just smile foolishly and answer, "They feel very comfortable."

The third time I touched her breasts, I pinned her down, and after a passionate kiss, my hand quietly slipped inside her neckline, initially touching the upper part of her breast. Just as I touched the top edge of her bra, she grabbed my hand warily: "What are you trying to do?" I...I...I...You know what I want to do, right? I kissed her again, gently but firmly pulling away her hand that was trying to stop me, while my fingers, which were already wedged against the top of her bra, continued to penetrate deeper... Finally, my fingertips touched her areola, with tiny bumps scattered across it. Perhaps because she was nervous, the bumps were very noticeable. By this time, she had closed her eyes, her face flushed, seemingly resigned to her fate, letting me do as I pleased. Soon, my fingertips touched her nipple, hard. (Based on my extensive book knowledge and complete lack of practical experience at the time, I naturally assumed she was aroused; after all, erotic literature always says that a woman's nipples harden when she's aroused. Later I learned that a woman's nipples harden when she's cold, or when they're rubbed by clothing.) I gently flicked her nipple with my fingers, and I could clearly feel her chest heaving more, and her body beginning to twist slightly. My penis was already rock hard, pressing tightly between her and my body, which was very uncomfortable. Even the slightest movement brought intense friction and pleasure. If this continued, I would definitely ejaculate, which would be incredibly embarrassing. So I sat up slightly, wanting to lift the hem of her shirt to see her breasts and kiss them.

Yu lay there with her eyes closed, her face flushed, until I lifted her shirt a little, at which point she became alert: "What are you doing now? Don't look!"

My mind was already filled with the desire to see Yu's breasts. Ignoring her protests, I grabbed her chin and buried my head inside. Yu panicked slightly, trying to sit up and push my head out. But how could a girl's strength compare to a man burning with desire? I quickly pushed her bra up again, and I saw it! I saw Yu's breasts! I saw her nipples!

Rain's skin was the kind of fair I liked. Her breasts weren't large or flat; because she was lying down, they didn't appear very prominent, but they felt so soft to the touch. I kept kneading her breasts, feeling her nipples with my palms. Her nipples weren't the legendary pink, but a slightly darker shade.

Soon, I wasn't satisfied with just feeling Rain's breasts with my hands, and I quickly took her nipple into my mouth. The moment I put it in my mouth, Rain couldn't help but gasp, and her body twitched slightly. Perhaps most boys are naturally gifted at caressing a girl's nipples; I naturally teased her nipple with my tongue, sucking on it until her entire breast was wet with my saliva. Rain's breathing became more and more rapid, and she would occasionally let out soft moans from deep in her throat.

That day, Rain was wearing jeans. When I couldn't help but move my hands down, Rain seemed to suddenly wake up and grabbed my hands with both of them: "No, absolutely not!"

I wisely withdrew my hand, after all, today's results were already quite significant. One should be content, and slow and steady wins the race, right? So I continued to enjoy Yu's breasts, kissing and caressing them endlessly. Later, after we became more intimate, Yu told me that when I kissed her breasts that day, she was also aroused, very wet down there, and afterwards her underwear felt uncomfortable, sticking damply to her skin for a long time.

Since that close caressing of her breasts, I seemed to prefer spending time with her in my little apartment, and my enthusiasm for going out shopping or to the movies noticeably decreased. Even when we went to the movies, I would choose those couple seats with high backs and armrests, letting her watch her movie while my attention was mostly on her body. Every time, Yu would scold me for disturbing her viewing.

More breakthroughs occurred after the weather got warmer. Like other girls who love beauty, Yu started wearing skirts early. I wonder if Yu ever thought about the greater danger this might bring to our relationship when she changed into a skirt, hehe. It was another day off, and we were playing computer games in my little room. I sat in the computer chair, and she sat on my lap. She was playing her beloved Minesweeper, while I, besides busying my hands on her chest, was basically thinking about how to get more... That day, Yu was wearing a t-shirt and an A-line skirt, the hem of which wasn't very low, just above the knee. So even though she was sitting on my lap, there was no skin-to-skin contact; her skirt and my pants separated her buttocks from my thighs. My penis was constantly hard, and I don't know if she even noticed. Anyway, she was enthusiastically playing Minesweeper, while I was busy plotting wicked thoughts.

After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and told Yu that we should take a break, that playing Minesweeper was making my eyes tired, and that she had already hurt me. Yu agreed, but perhaps she guessed my wicked intentions, because she warned me that if we agreed to rest, we should rest and no touching or kissing. I immediately agreed with "uh-huh" and promised not to move. I thought to myself, "Hmph, you can do whatever you want once we're in bed. I don't believe you don't like me kissing you, hehe."

Sure enough, once we were in bed, when I kissed her lips, she cooperated very well and seemed to enjoy it. My hands naturally went to her breasts, and she slapped them away: "You're not being good! I told you not to touch me!" I ignored her, rolled over, and pinned Yu to the ground, kissing her even more passionately. Yu always liked those intense kisses, and sure enough, her hands clung tightly to my back, enjoying the passion. But in this position, my hands were basically useless; I couldn't reach where I wanted to go. So I said to Yu, "Why don't you lie on top of me? Let's see how heavy you are." Yu, unaware of the trick, immediately fell for it.

When she was on top of me, my hands were finally free. While kissing, my hands gently stroked her back, occasionally moving down, and whenever I was about to reach Yu's bottom, she would always manage to free one hand to pull my hands back. It seems Yu isn't quite infatuated yet; I need to think of a way. Sigh, maybe I should use a bit more force; perhaps Yu is just shy. So I used one hand to hold her hands behind her back, and firmly placed the other hand directly on her bottom, still through her skirt, of course. I was afraid Yu wouldn't accept it if I put it all the way under her skirt. Sure enough, Yu immediately started squirming uncomfortably: "What are you doing? Take your hands off me..." At this point, I obviously couldn't just obediently listen to her. My hand gently kneaded her bottom; the feeling was completely different from her breasts—fleshy, soft, and perhaps because it was so close to her legs, the excitement it gave me was incredibly intense.

After squirming for a while and seeing that I hadn't given up, Yu stopped resisting and whispered in my ear: "Don't put it in, only through the skirt." Actually, when Yu squirmed, the hem of her skirt had already ridden up quite a bit. Her whisper only fueled my desire to go even further. I whispered in her ear, "Tonight I'm going to lick you from your forehead to your toes."

"Ugh!"

Slowly, piece by piece, I stripped her of all her clothes. Then she said, "Go turn off the light." "Turn off what light? I want to watch you!"

She had a great figure, my type—a little plump, with fair skin. I kept licking her body, back and forth, up and down. She didn't moan, so I got even more excited. When I licked her vulva, I took a closer look—wow, it was so tender, with very little hair, and her labia were small and pink. I thought to myself, "I've hit the jackpot today!" I gently licked her vulva with my tongue, and after a while, she couldn't take it anymore. I kept going, licking her vaginal opening, sticking my tongue inside and licking back and forth, and her moans grew louder. When I licked her clitoris, I started gently and slowly, and her buttocks moved up and down, and she rubbed her breasts.

Her thighs and lower abdomen were trembling. I seized the opportunity and increased the intensity. Her moans grew louder, and she kept saying, "I can't take it anymore, ah, don't stop." In less than a minute, she orgasmed, and I kept licking.

After about five minutes, she had three orgasms. The sheets were soaked.

Now it was her turn to enjoy my penis. She didn't just take it all in her mouth; instead, she used the tip of her tongue to swirl around the head of my penis, which felt amazing. Her oral skills were pretty good; she almost made me ejaculate.

Okay, I think that's enough; it's time to get down to business. She said, "Be gentle." "Okay, don't worry." The head of my penis rubbed against her labia, then slowly went in a little, out, in a little more, out again, in a little more. When I finally thrust in, wow, I felt how tight her vagina was.

After my penis was inside, I lay on top of her, slowly going in and out. Her vaginal fluid increased, and I gradually increased my speed, faster and harder. In less than five minutes, she had another orgasm. We changed positions, but the piston-like thrusting didn't stop. After about 30 minutes, she had already had four orgasms. But I hadn't ejaculated yet. She said, "I can't go on, let's rest for a bit." "Okay, let's take a shower." In the bathroom, we showered together. She held water in her mouth, then took my penis in her mouth, her tongue swirling and licking the head of my penis. It felt so good. I couldn't resist leaning her against the toilet seat and thrusting directly into her tender little hole. I found a spot and fucked her hard, slap slap slap slap… ahhhhh… a symphony filled the bathroom… This time, I came.

[The End]

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