English teacher Sophia

My writing isn't very good, and it might not be able to get everyone "in the mood," but what I'm writing is all based on my personal experience. Writing it here can be considered putting an end to this complicated relationship.

I studied science in high school, but my English was very good. I almost scored 130 on the college entrance exam. Later, I studied automation in college, and English was still my strong point. In my freshman year, we took an English test to be divided into A and B classes. To improve the pass rate for the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), the school assigned teachers from the School of Foreign Languages to the A-class homeroom teachers. Our homeroom teacher was named Sophia. She was married but didn't have any children yet. She was a typical Jiangnan beauty, just a little chubby. I thought she was much prettier than the girls in our class, and I worked extra hard in her classes. She also trusted me a lot.

Sophia graduated from the prestigious F University, and her husband also graduated from F University. It seems that her husband had become a professor at XX. However, she only had a master's degree, while F University only accepted PhDs—our lousy school only accepted master's degrees.

Our school was in the university town, which is in other words, in the suburbs of Shanghai. Sophia also had a dormitory on campus, where she sometimes rested at noon.

Because of my good grades, Sophia often gave me extra help, like playing tennis with me or participating in the English Corner in the English Department. The English Department was truly full of beautiful women. However, I was rather reserved, hiding my feelings. So I appeared incredibly honest and kind.

Days passed like this, and Sophia's feelings for me grew stronger. I sensed that her relationship with her husband wasn't very good, at least not very passionate. Later, I even felt that she liked me. She would pay more attention to me in class, glancing in my direction, always smiling when she spoke to me, etc., making me very embarrassed. At that time, I had lofty ambitions and didn't care about these things at all. Although she was beautiful, I thought she was, after all, a married woman. Before the CET-4 exam in my second year, around early October, she said she would help me with the calculations, saying I should do five VOA exercises every day, and maybe I could get a perfect score. I didn't want a perfect score; a good score would be fine, but not going would be disrespectful to the teacher. So I went.

And then that day, which I will always remember, arrived. On October 12, 2005, after I finished my assignment, I chatted with her. I forget exactly what we talked about, but it was something like why her husband could stay at the university while she couldn't. Suddenly, without warning, she got angry and told me, "My family all say I'm an idiot."

I was stunned. First, because she swore; second, because she, who was always so proud, had insulted herself like that.

Then she cried and said she liked me, etc. At the time, I felt very arrogant, completely acting like a moral guardian. I just said things like I understood the teacher, and didn't say much. I found an opportunity to leave.

Then, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that I had done wrong. First, she had always been very good to me, and what I did clearly labeled her as immoral, which I felt sorry for. Second, I still had desires for her and had fantasized about her. Although I could still act aloof in English class and seemed to have completely forgiven her immorality, I already felt somewhat guilty.

About two or three days later, I received spam MMS messages, including selfies and such. Then, as if provoked—perhaps this was the trigger, igniting the desire within me—I downloaded erotic novels from the internet and read them on my phone.

I'd read erotic novels before, never been swayed by them, but this time I was trembling, constantly imagining myself and Sophia as the characters in the story. At the same time, I deeply regretted not seizing the opportunity that day. I also felt the unbearable urge to climax, because I didn't want to endure it at all; I desperately wanted to release. So I made my second mistake: I used Sophia as an object of my sexual gratification. It seemed like nothing else in the world mattered; as long as I could ejaculate inside a woman's vagina, all problems would be solved.

My lust was truly boundless. That night, before going to sleep, I tried texting her, asking if she could continue to help me with my diction, but she didn't reply until midnight. She replied the next day, saying yes. She probably thought I wanted to get back on track, treating everything she said that day as if it had never happened, unaware that I had already made a 180-degree turn.

I went to her place during the 3rd and 4th periods of the morning, had diction, and then chatted; she seemed listless. I asked if she wanted a massage, and she said yes. She lay face down on the bed, her braid swept to one side, revealing a section of smooth neck. I pinched the flesh on her shoulder, and she cried out in pain. My heart suddenly pounded, and my penis hardened; thankfully, she didn't see.

Then I moved downwards, seeing the dark bra strap through her shirt, and further down, her smooth waist. I lifted her shirt, directly touching her skin. She resisted sensitively, but I said it was okay. Then she became embarrassed, thinking she was overthinking things. I couldn't take it anymore, thinking that at worst she'd slap me, nothing serious would happen. I had her turn around, massaged her head, then her eyes, and then, cupping her face, I kissed her, thinking I was going all in. She responded passionately, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I leaned over her, my erect penis pressing against her leg. I said, "Give it to me." She shook her head. I kissed her again, my hands reaching to unbutton her clothes. She resisted slightly but stopped, and my cold hands touched her breasts. I imitated what I'd seen in porn, using my fingers to tease her nipples. Then I withdrew one hand and touched her genitals; they felt wet and warm. I stopped again, asking her to give herself to me, but she shook her head. I then pulled down her jeans, and surprisingly, she didn't resist. Then I pulled down her panties, flesh-colored boxer briefs, revealing the black underneath. She said no. I said I was going to have her today, removed her hands, and took them off for her, then hurriedly took off my own clothes. By this time, my previously hard penis had softened, and I could only make it hard with my hand. I couldn't wait any longer and asked her to guide me inside.

It felt wonderful, in that warm little room. I pushed hard, feeling a little pain, then slowly lowered myself all the way in, lying on top of her, gazing at her beautiful face. After about 10 seconds, I ejaculated. I don't know how everyone else's first time was, but mine ended so briefly and wonderfully. I said I was sorry for coming so quickly. She said it was okay. We lay quietly for a while. I realized I hadn't taken my bra off. Then I got up to get dressed. We sat together in silence, then she said, "Let me get you a glass of water." As she handed me the glass, I held her hand, and she snuggled closer… (I'm too embarrassed to say the sweet nothings I've already said). As we talked, I got an erection again. She laughed, saying that the flow was heavy and still flowing. I hugged her and touched her breasts. She said she wanted to take a shower first, and then we could have a proper time. Not counting my childhood, this was the first time I'd ever showered with a woman. Looking at her smooth, pink skin and her chubby little belly, I got another erection and wanted to do it standing up. I ran my hand over her labia, and she gasped and pulled away, saying it was numb. I applied baby wash to both of us, carefully running my hand over every inch of her skin. We showered for quite a while, finally finishing. I carried her out and put her on the bed.

Then I thought doing it on the table would be nice too, so I suggested it. She was very obedient, saying she could do it wherever she wanted. I tossed the books and pens off the table, pulled her down onto it, and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I released her, reaching to pinch her breasts and nipples. She held me even tighter. I reached down, my fingers moving back and forth. She soon started panting, her tongue no longer as shy as before. When I felt I had enough fluid on my hand, I pushed her away, and she obediently lay down. I stood by the table, took my penis, and slid it up and down like in porn, finally slowly inserting it. It still hurt a little this time, but it wasn't so important anymore. I applied a little force, and she let out a soft moan. I felt incredibly good. I wanted to increase the frequency, but my movements were so clumsy, and I felt exhausted first. She sat up on her own, pulled me onto the bed,

and then wriggled on top of me. I felt my penis being pressed too tightly, as if I wasn't moving at all, yet she was panting heavily.

I bit her ear, my hands roaming over her smooth back. Occasionally, I touched the slit of her buttocks. After a while, I felt a little itchy. I made her stop and took the long-awaited doggy style. I slowly pushed the head of my penis inside, then held her waist and began thrusting. The beautiful curves I saw from behind, the sound of my penis hitting her buttocks, her heavy breathing—I quickly lost control. I leaned down, grabbed her breasts from behind, and pumped rapidly, kneading them roughly in my hands. I ejaculated profusely, experiencing extreme pleasure. Afterwards, I curled her legs up and wrapped her completely in my arms.

We covered ourselves with the blanket and fell asleep.

I woke up around noon and ate lunch at her place, whispering sweet nothings. Then I got an erection and asked her for it. She sat beside me, smiling at me. I was embarrassed by her gaze. I told her I could practice more; I had the assets, just the technique. She laughed. She snuggled closer and said many sweet things. I said, "You won't get pregnant, will you?" She turned to me and said, "If I'm pregnant, you have to come with me to get an abortion." I quickly hugged her and nodded repeatedly in agreement. I asked her if she had any condoms, and she said no, how could there be any in the dorm? I said I couldn't do it like that. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I said, "Give me oral sex!" She refused, saying, "Oh no!" I begged and promised to give her oral sex first. So we took a bath together, focusing on her genitals. After we came out, she lay down, and I licked her from her neck down to her pubic area. It was my first time giving oral sex to a woman, so my technique was definitely not great. She swayed back and forth, breathing heavily.

Her pubic hair pricked my eyes, and my neck ached terribly. So I stopped to rest for a bit. I stroked her there, but didn't go in, afraid of hygiene. As soon as my neck stopped hurting, I continued licking, trying blowing, sucking, and licking, but my neck got sore again. Still no success. She gave up herself, saying she wouldn't make things difficult for me. Then she made me lie down. She looked at me shyly, her hand constantly stroking my penis, then she leaned down, I couldn't tell if she was using her tongue or lips, but it felt so good that I even moaned. I made her turn around. I groped her buttocks, using my palms to feel her beautiful legs, occasionally touching her sensitive areas. Soon I got aroused, told her, and ejaculated. She was very attentive, her mouth stayed on my penis until I finished, then she went to the toilet and coughed for a long time, saying she choked on it.

When a woman loves you, she's willing to do anything. Later, I used a condom on my finger to penetrate her, applied baby oil to her breasts for nipple sex, did it while wearing pantyhose, and even tied her hands with stockings. I usually did whatever I wanted to her in her room, and she never complained. During that period, I ejaculated 2-3 times a day. Almost all my sexual fantasies from childhood were fulfilled through her. My current girlfriend has many more flaws, but I love her very much and don't force her.

Our affair lasted for two months. I gave up. It went through many ups and downs; she cried and cried, saying very annoying things, but in the end, I still gave up. Although she loves me, although she's beautiful, and although we were very careful, the key issue was her personality. She's a very serious person; she doesn't give face even to her own class when proctoring exams. I was really afraid that over time she would become like Yu Ji in Leslie Cheung's character. There's a balance in everyone's heart, one side is desire, the other is reason. Once my desire was resolved, the balance was restored. I thought about her husband; if things got out of hand, it wouldn't be good. If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. I just want her husband to stay out of the picture for two years.

I've seen his picture; he's ordinary, and I feel sorry for him. Now that he's teaching us, I always feel like she's a discarded woman. I also have the urge to go back to her; I know she wouldn't refuse me. But I held back in the end. Before this relationship, I valued virginity; my thinking was outdated. Afterwards, I stopped valuing those things.

It changed quickly, in two hours.

(School name and the female protagonist's Chinese name are omitted.) 99% of the other content is true. I'm not writing this to brag, but to commemorate this history; men who hold back for too long will eventually have problems. I got into F University's graduate program, fantasizing about going to her house and having sex with her someday, but it was just a thought. That kind of thing will never happen again.

I am guilty, I repent.

[The End]

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