Remembering my junior high school English teacher

I'm 30 now, and I'm talking about my junior high English teacher, over 10 years ago. I always felt that English teachers were different from other subject teachers, especially this one I'm talking about. Her surname was Hu, but I can't even remember her given name, so let's just call her Hu D (because I guess her bust size is D).

I did well in junior high, attending a top school, and this English teacher, Hu D, really shocked me from the start. I still vividly remember my first English class in seventh grade. It was September in the south, and the weather was still quite hot. My previous impression of female teachers was that they were unkempt, wore glasses, and came to class in unfashionable pants. But this one was wearing a dress—and the dress was really short—and her hair was clearly styled and she was wearing makeup. She was probably around 30 years old, about 165cm tall, and while I'd rate her looks as an 8 out of 10, she had a very elegant air about her. How to put it? She didn't look like a celebrity; she looked more like a TV news anchor. I definitely didn't think of her as a teacher at all. If the morning class surprised me, the afternoon class surprised me even more. Hu D had changed her clothes, now wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a short skirt. When some nosy classmates asked her about it, she laughed and replied that she changed because it was hot and she was sweating, and added, "Women should maintain their dignity." The class erupted in uproar when they heard this—a real commotion, since they were all 13 or 14-year-old boys.

But I was still quite naive back then. Although I would sometimes peek at girls' exposed breasts or, in my budding romantic feelings, pay attention to women's figures, I didn't think too much about it. I was only 13, a boy who hadn't even watched a single minute of pornography. My first "intimate encounter" with Hu D was quite accidental. Our class was on the second floor, Hu D's office was on the third floor, and the restroom was on the first floor. So after every English class, Hu D would go up to the third floor, while I, of course, went to the first floor to use the restroom. One time, as I was about to go down to the first floor, Hu D was walking up to the third floor. I instinctively looked up and saw Hu D's underwear—white. My body reacted immediately. I don't know why, but afterwards I developed a "hobby": leaving the classroom with Hu D after class and secretly watching what color underwear she was wearing. So white, red, yellow, blue, black—a whole variety of colors… My sexual awakening probably started from that time. My

further contact with Hu D was basically very natural, because I had good grades and was the class monitor, and also the Chinese class representative, so I had to collect homework and bring it to the classroom every day (our Chinese teacher was the typical female teacher). And Hu D happened to sit opposite our Chinese teacher. One morning, after collecting homework, I went to the office. As soon as I entered, Hu D was there, but the Chinese teacher wasn't. I was about to put down the homework and leave when I suddenly noticed that Hu D was sitting there, bent over, changing her stockings—pantyhose, in fact (I only learned the name of these later). She was already halfway through putting them on, and she didn't stop when she saw me come in. Please forgive me for exaggerating, but I was actually quite good-looking, especially at that age. Students with good grades and good looks usually had a lot of good relationships with teachers. I guess Hu D thought I was still a child, and a good student, so there was nothing wrong with it. She was just trying to cover herself up a little while changing, but she didn't hide her private parts at all. It was only for a short time, a few seconds. I watched her sitting there putting on her pantyhose, and then I saw a pair of white, semi-transparent underwear. Later I learned that the lace trim was called lace. Can you imagine? A female teacher wearing underwear like that in 1998? And I also saw a glimpse of black (because the underwear was somewhat transparent). At that moment, I felt like my lower body was about to explode. I could only pretend to organize my homework, secretly watching her until she finished dressing and put down her skirt before immediately leaving the office.

Life went on. My deskmate, a little pervert who got in through connections, gave Hu D a nickname: "Perky Butt." The reason was that once Hu D wore tight jeans to class, the kind that cinch in your ankles. With her back to us, my deskmate suddenly said to me, "Look at Hu D's butt, it's so round and perky." Honestly, at that time, my understanding of women was limited to secretly peeking at Hu D's underwear, or the occasional glimpse of a girl's breasts. I didn't know much about buttocks. However, something else later changed my mind, but that's another story. And then summer came, and the opportunity arose again. Back then, Ms. Hu required us to go to her office every day to memorize texts. To be honest, English wasn't my strong suit. One time, as usual, I went to memorize a text. Ms. Hu was sitting there with her book. As I was memorizing, I couldn't remember something, so I glanced down, intending to peek at the text in her hand. I didn't see the text, but I did catch a glimpse of her exposed breasts through her open neckline: two full mounds tightly encased in a yellow bra. They were white and large, and I could even see the fine, clear veins on them, perhaps because they were covered so tightly. You can imagine my reaction at that moment—I was incredibly aroused. I was both nervous and excited, and my memory of what happened afterward is a bit blank. Later, I developed another interest: memorizing my English texts perfectly every day, and then, while reciting them, I would take in all sorts of glimpses of her breasts. My biggest anticipation was what color bra Ms. Hu would wear the next morning, and what style it would be.

As life went on, my relationship with Hu D grew closer. After all, I was good at both academics and sports, and I even hosted the morning assembly, making me a fairly well-known figure at school. I was also quite eloquent, and teachers from all subjects had a good impression of me. Hu D lived in the dormitory building behind the school. Let me mention Hu D's family: she had a daughter, who was quite cute, about 5 or 6 years old, but very mischievous—a typical "brat" by today's standards. However, I never saw her husband, nor did I inquire about him; it remains a mystery. Later, I guessed that Hu D was probably a single mother. One day, I was heading to the cafeteria for lunch when I saw Hu D carrying boxes up to the teachers' building (the teachers' building was just across a small grove of trees from the cafeteria). I immediately went over and asked if she needed help. Hu D was already sweating profusely, but naturally smiled and agreed, only reminding me to be careful as the boxes were heavy. So I helped her carry the boxes up to the 5th floor. Yes, you read that right, the 5th floor. Upon entering the room, I was greeted by a fragrance, the kind unique to women's rooms. The apartment was small, definitely less than 50 square meters, with a living room and kitchen combined, plus two bedrooms and a bathroom; there was no balcony. After I entered, Hu D led me to her room, poured me a glass of water, and then suddenly said she was covered in sweat and needed to take a shower. She told me to sit for a while, and I instinctively said I should go first. She smiled and said, "It's okay, you little kid, just stay put." I could only sit down. As soon as she went into the bathroom, the sound of running water made my heart race. At that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to me, and I secretly opened her drawer. Finally, I saw her bra, panties, and stockings. The styles were truly eye-opening… Of course, I took them out; they only had a faint scent of laundry detergent, but I was still incredibly excited. I put them back, and soon after, Hu D came out wearing her pajamas, having finished showering. She sat down next to me and immediately asked some questions. Please forgive me, but my mind went completely blank at the time, and I can't remember what she asked at all. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, and her onesie nightgown had very low sleeves, so I could see her two white, full breasts, so perky, with two bright red nipples... I really did have some kind of amnesia at that moment, but nothing happened. I genuinely thought Hu D treated me like a child, and a good child at that. Later, her daughter came back, and Hu D invited me to stay for dinner, but my mind was completely elsewhere. All I could think about were her big, white, round breasts, so full, white, and firm. Even after watching so many films, I still think those breasts are among the most beautiful.

My real close encounter with Hu D was an accident. My home was very close to the school, and I was taking tutoring classes at another school in the city every weekend. One morning, while waiting for the bus at the bus stop next to the school, Hu D suddenly called out to me. After talking, I learned that Hu D was also going to that school; she was a tutor there. So we got on the bus together. It was the 809 bus. I still remember it. It shouldn't have been crowded on the weekend, but the 809 was a main line, so there were no seats available early on, and it was quite crowded. Hu D and I stood together and chatted. Gradually, more and more people joined us. I don't know when it started, but we were all crammed together, and I was standing behind her. At that moment, I felt something full and soft pressing against my lower body. Of course, I reacted immediately. That's when I understood what my deskmate meant by "perky butt." I felt very nervous and wanted to keep my distance, but there were just too many people, and more and more were coming. Then I noticed that Hu D seemed to be blushing a little; she probably realized what was happening. More importantly, it was summer, and I could see her full breasts through her neckline, encased in a blue lace bra. I was practically being "sandwiched" from both above and below, a double impact of sight and touch. As the car continued to bounce, I surrendered. My eyes were fixed on Hu D's deep cleavage, carefully examining the delicate skin of her full breasts. My lower body was consciously and unconsciously rubbing against Hu D's buttocks. The whole process was almost entirely filled with tension and excitement, my soul practically floating in the air... After that, every weekend I would wait for Hu D at the bus station. If the 809 bus arrived and she didn't, I would wait until it was too late. Going to tutoring every weekend became my most anticipated activity. On the bus, I don't know how many times I brushed against Hu D's breasts and squeezed and rubbed her buttocks. And Hu D was no different from before, still chatting and laughing with me at school, occasionally inviting me to dinner. Every weekend, she would intentionally or unintentionally make physical contact with me on the bus, "offering" her breasts, her buttocks, almost everything, spring, summer, autumn, and winter... Finally, I was about to graduate. Hu D once talked to me in the office. I still remember her saying, "You've grown up, you're an adult now. Do well on the exam this time, your future is limitless." I was too young then and didn't fully understand. I passed the exam and got into a top high school as promised. Later, I understood the meaning behind her words... As for what happened afterward, all I know is that Ms. Hu resigned and went elsewhere. Nobody knows where she went; some say she went abroad, others say she got married and became a full-time housewife. But even now, I still cherish the memory of Ms. Hu, who gave me countless wonderful impressions—not just her full breasts, her bright red nipples, the allure of her black hair, the countless soft touches of her buttocks, but also her diligent teaching in my studies.

[The End]

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