Teacher Pei's beautiful legs

In the second semester of seventh grade, a few close friends suddenly started playing basketball. Since my father had played basketball since childhood and was the head referee for the annual basketball tournament held at the factory, I had also picked up some decent skills. Playing basketball really does promote growth. My height and build visibly increased, and I became more outgoing. My classmates often roughhoused, and I gradually gained the upper hand. Back then, the difference between those who developed early and those who developed late was very obvious. As my mother would say, two people of the same age, one tall and one short, walking together looked like an adult leading a child.

In the second semester of eighth grade, a new Chinese teacher came to our class, surnamed Pei. Her biology lessons were a hundred times better than our previous biology teacher.

I think I still remember her clearly for three reasons:

First, her self-introduction was very stylish; she said her surname was Pei, the Pei of the poet Pet?fi, and then wrote the character Pei on the blackboard. Second, she was very beautiful with great skin. It's well known that the Northwest is windy and sandy, so women with good skin are truly rare. The woman mentioned earlier, H, was actually quite average-looking, but her fair skin was her biggest asset—"fair skin covers a hundred flaws"—a truly apt saying in the North.

Thirdly, her figure was exceptionally curvaceous, with a prominent bust and buttocks. And that day, she wore a super short skirt. We'd only ever seen Jolin Tsai wear it on TV, and we were absolutely stunned. Even more outrageous, she wore a low-cut short-sleeved top under a red plaid shirt, the shirt unbuttoned, only the hem tied together. This fashionable outfit was a huge visual shock.

From then on, Chinese class became more popular than PE or activity classes. You could say that Teacher Pei was a vibrant flower in a barren desert. Her daily outfits were the topic of conversation among us boys and the subject of gossip among the girls. No one slept in her class, and no one watched "How to Become a Bad Boy." Everyone followed her fair arms inwards, hoping for a miracle, hoping to see even more secrets.

I once saw a quote that I thought was brilliant: Men tend to focus on what's exposed in a woman's revealing clothing, while men tend to focus on what's covered in a bikini.

This secret we were more interested in was soon realized at the school anniversary celebration.

Our junior high school was established quite early; it was our 50th anniversary by our time. We were required to sing the school song and wear our school uniforms. We were also required to greet the guests politely. The female teachers, on the other hand, were required to wear white shirts and black pencil skirts with sheer stockings. From that morning, we were eagerly anticipating a surprise from our beloved teacher, Ms. Pei. But Ms. Pei's surprise exceeded our expectations.

The other female teachers' white shirts were made of thick, non-breathable cloth, quickly becoming soaked with sweat. But our Ms. Pei wore a thin, breathable, and, more importantly, see-through fabric. We could clearly see her black lace bra underneath. The black lace bra outlined a deep cleavage, though it wasn't very obvious, you could still make out the shape if you looked closely. We were being assigned seats, and I happened to be in the first row. This was a complete feast for us. As she paced back and forth on the platform in high heels, her black bra swaying her breasts, it instantly reminded me of D. It turned out that the swaying I saw was just the surface; there was a mysterious depth beneath. Each sway captivated the eyes of all the boys, and made our hearts race. The girl sitting next to me muttered under her breath: "Pei! Shameless!" During that evening's Chinese study session, everyone was even more eager to see her again. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The extreme temperature difference between day and night in the Northwest shattered our dreams.

Ms. Pei changed into a white shirt with a coat over it. For now, we could only admire her legs.

But fate is fair; while closing one window, it opened another.

Because of the school anniversary celebration, the lectern had been moved to the main stage. So there was no cover on the platform, and just as I was stealing glances at those beautiful legs, Ms. Pei put on high heels, probably because she was tired. She crossed her legs...

and in an instant, I saw a glimpse of what lay beneath her skirt. It was the first time I'd ever seen such an intimate part of a woman's thigh. Just as I was admiring it, a note was passed to me from behind; it was from Z. He wanted me to confirm whether it was purple or black; he'd bet five cigarettes on it. Apparently, the students behind me were also observing Ms. Pei's every move. We all got to share this moment. But this guy messed up at the crucial moment, without even explaining what color he'd bet on. I quickly dropped a pen, and while picking it up, I looked up.

Later, I learned that some of those matching black underwear sets were erotic lingerie. So, my girlfriends after that were often made to wear them for me.

That day, the underwear was black, with a sheer bottom. The front part was too dim to see clearly because of the lighting; it looked like some kind of flower. Only a few glistening hairs could be seen along the edge of her white thighs. That's when I realized how curly a woman's pubic hair could be.

[The End]

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