I had a relationship with my English teacher

My parents were both very busy with work, so they basically had no time to supervise me. I was always running around and playing, which fostered a wild streak in me, making me more mature than my peers and even harder for my parents to manage. Later, in junior high, our English teacher started an after-school tutoring program. She was a young teacher who had only recently joined the program; she always wore a business suit, and her long, black hair made her look very attractive. However, for students my age, it was just that she was pretty; we didn't have any other thoughts.

When I went to her tutoring class, I realized that while other students just attended classes and went home afterward, I, because my parents were rarely home, had to stay at her house until the weekends when they returned. This made me uncomfortable, because although I was quite wild, I was still shy around young girls.

However, the teacher, perhaps having seen many boys my age, wasn't shy at all; she interacted with me naturally and occasionally even inquired about my life. Her husband was often away on business trips, so it was usually just the two of us at home. I was afraid to be around her, so I mostly stayed in my room.

That night, I heard a moaning sound, a sound that seemed both pleasurable and painful. Curious, I went out to see what was happening. The living room was pitch black, except for light from her room shining through the crack in the door. I went closer and saw her lying naked on the bed, her eyes closed, occasionally touching and stroking herself, letting out a few moans.

I didn't know what she was doing, but the sight aroused me. I wanted to leave but couldn't bring myself to do it, so I just watched her masturbate. Perhaps I got so engrossed that I accidentally pushed the door open. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw me standing in the doorway, my erection visible. A little embarrassed, she quickly covered her naked body with the blanket.

"Why are you here?" she asked. "I...I...I heard the noise and came to check," I stammered. The teacher looked me over and thought for a moment before putting down the blanket, revealing her fair breasts. "Oh, is it pretty?" she asked. I didn't know how to answer, but I kept staring at her, my erection rising again.

Seeing my reaction, she chuckled, pulling the blanket off completely, exposing herself to me. She continued what she had been doing, moaning, "Ah...oh...want to...try?" I was drawn in, and with excitement and feelings I didn't understand, I touched her body.

When I touched her, she became even more aroused. She quickly pulled my hand down to her genitals, and I felt something wet, but it felt good. I couldn't resist squeezing it, and then I heard her moan, "Oh, oh, ah!" I found it amusing and imitated her, touching and caressing herself. She moved in response. After that, I was completely seduced, and under the beautiful teacher's guidance, we had sex.

That was my first time, and it felt incredibly pleasurable. Afterwards, we often did it when her husband wasn't home, which made me increasingly interested in sex and more and more dependent on my teacher. However, this didn't last long. Later, due to my parents' job transfer, we moved to another city, and I was never able to have sex with my beautiful teacher again. But I couldn't let go of sex at all. I could only get through each day by fantasizing about those times I spent with her, slowly becoming a sex addict—a sex addict without a woman. I hate it so much.

[The End]

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