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In my junior year of college, I tutored a girl who wasn't very pretty and had just started high school.

Perhaps because they didn't trust me, her mother would sit beside me every time I tutored her, constantly checking on us to see if I was doing anything inappropriate. Honestly, the girl was really unattractive; how could I possibly be interested in her? Sometimes, when my hand accidentally touched hers, she would quickly pull it back, which I found quite amusing.

Later, as time went on, they gradually trusted me and stopped watching us. Sometimes, they would even leave, leaving just the girl and me (let's call her Si).

Later, in my senior year, I felt incredibly empty and bored, so I wanted to find a girlfriend, but I kept hitting roadblocks. My long-suppressed desire for a girl had no outlet, so naturally, I shifted my sexual attention to Si.

Actually, Si was quite well-developed; her breasts were already full, and she liked to wear miniskirts in the summer. In fact, when I first started tutoring her, she always wore long pants. Later, for some reason, she started wearing miniskirts. One day, I deliberately placed my hand on hers. This time, she didn't pull away, letting me hold her hand, and even seemed to be smiling.

I wondered if she was seducing me or I was seducing her? Encouraged by this, I became even more audacious, but being just a student, I didn't dare be too bold. Sitting beside her, I slowly slipped my hand under her armpit and then to her chest, gently rubbing her soft breasts with the back of my hand. She didn't flinch, and even asked me questions seriously. I didn't have the energy to answer her, but I was so well-prepared that I could answer without thinking, simply savoring the feeling of sneaking around. Later… later

still, I stopped slipping my hand under her armpit and simply wrapped my arms around her. Several times, I tried to pull her into my embrace, but she always stiffened and refused. So I stopped forcing her, simply using my arms to caress her newly developed breasts.

It was the first time in my life I had ever touched a girl's breasts; they felt soft and incredibly comfortable. My little brother was also hard, feeling uncomfortably pent up. But she was still just a young girl, and I didn't want to be branded as someone who had sex with a minor, so I just indulged in the soft feeling. Sometimes, I would even wrap my arms around her, caressing her breasts with both hands at the same time. At that time, although she was still asking me questions, I could hear that her voice was trembling noticeably.

I knew that she would agree to anything I did to her, but I didn't dare. I still had one last line of defense: I couldn't ruin my future.

One day, she was wearing a miniskirt, and her mother was also there, but in another room. The door to our room was closed. So I quietly placed my left hand on her thigh, gently stroking it, and she didn't react. So I confidently and slowly moved my hand up until I could touch her panties. I could feel the bulge there, so I gently pressed it through her panties. The feeling of having an affair made me both nervous and excited, because I was afraid that her mother would suddenly burst in at any moment.

It was quite a close call. Just as I was feeling smug, I heard the door open. I immediately pulled my hand away and placed it elsewhere. I wasn't discovered. She came in, took some rice, and left. Although I was very nervous at the time, I still explained the problem to her seriously. At that moment, I really admired myself; I never thought I could remain so calm under pressure.

Days passed like this, and I still went to her house every week, explaining problems to her while touching her breasts. I didn't dare to do anything more intimate, even though I had fantasized about having sex with her many times in my dreams. But when I actually saw her, I didn't have the courage. Actually, it was also because she wasn't pretty. What I desired was her body, not her face. Because of my boredom and emptiness, I really wanted to touch a girl's breasts and fantasize about it, satisfying my desires without wanting to take responsibility for my actions. Of course, I was even more afraid of causing a big disaster and affecting my future.

Until one day, graduation was approaching, and I didn't want to continue anymore, so I handed her over to another female classmate. At her house, her parents were still not home; only she was there, wearing a miniskirt, looking at me with expectant eyes. But with my classmates present, I didn't dare to be presumptuous. After introducing myself to them, we said goodbye. At that moment, she seemed very resentful. I knew I had wronged her, but there was nothing I could do. Perhaps this was the best ending.

Sometimes, certain boundaries cannot be crossed. Actually, I've imagined many times what I would do if I hadn't left with her and instead tutored her again. I don't know. Perhaps I would have recklessly tasted forbidden fruit, or perhaps I would have remained the same. Regardless, my initial decision was correct.

In my junior year of college, I tutored a girl who wasn't pretty and had just started high school.

Perhaps because she didn't trust me, her mother would sit beside me every time I tutored her, constantly checking on us to see if I was doing anything inappropriate. Actually, the girl was really unattractive; how could I possibly be interested in her? Sometimes, when my hand accidentally touched hers, she would quickly pull it back, which I found quite amusing.

As time went on, they gradually trusted me and stopped watching us. Sometimes they would even go out, leaving just me and the girl (let's call her Si).

Later, in my senior year, I felt incredibly empty and bored, so I wanted to find a girlfriend, but I kept hitting walls. My long-suppressed desire for a girl had no outlet, so naturally, I shifted my sexual attention to Si.

Actually, Si was quite well-developed; her breasts were already full, and she liked to wear miniskirts in the summer. When I first started teaching her, she always wore long pants. Later, for some reason, she started wearing miniskirts. One day, I deliberately placed my hand on hers. This time, she didn't pull away, letting me hold her hand, and she even seemed to be smiling.

I wondered if she was seducing me or I was seducing her? Encouraged by this, I became even more audacious, but being just a student, I didn't dare to be too bold. Sitting next to her, I slowly reached my hand under her armpit and then to her chest, gently rubbing her soft breasts with the back of my hand. She didn't dodge, and even asked me questions seriously. I was too tired to answer her, but I was so well-versed in my studies that I could answer them without thinking. I just savored the feeling of sneaking around. Later... later

still, I stopped reaching under her armpits and simply wrapped my arms around her. Several times, I tried to pull her into my embrace, but she always stiffened and refused. So I stopped forcing her and just used my arms to stroke her newly developed breasts.

It was the first time I had ever touched a girl's breasts. They felt soft and very comfortable. My little brother was also hard and felt uncomfortable. But she was still just a little girl, and I didn't want to be accused of having sex with a minor. So I just enjoyed the soft feeling. Sometimes, I even wrapped my arms around her and stroked her breasts with both hands at the same time. At that time, even though she was still asking me questions, I could hear that her voice was trembling.

I knew that she would agree to anything I did to her, but I didn't dare. I still had one last line of defense: I couldn't jeopardize my future.

One day, she was wearing a miniskirt. Her mother was also there, but in another room. The door to our room was closed. So, I quietly placed my left hand on her thigh and gently stroked it. She didn't react. So, I confidently and slowly moved my hand upwards until I could touch her panties. I could feel the bulge there, so I gently pressed it through her panties. The feeling of this secret affair made me both nervous and excited, because I was terrified that her mother might suddenly burst in.

It was quite a close call. Just as I was feeling smug, I heard the door open. I immediately pulled my hand away and placed it elsewhere. I wasn't discovered. She came in, took some rice, and left. Although I was very nervous at the time, I still explained the problem to her seriously. At that moment, I really admired myself; I never thought I could remain so calm under pressure.

Days passed like this, and I still went to her house every week, explaining problems to her while touching her breasts. I didn't dare to do anything more intimate, even though I had fantasized about having sex with her many times in my dreams. But when I actually saw her, I didn't have the courage. Actually, it was also because she wasn't pretty. What I desired was her body, not her face. Because of my boredom and emptiness, I really wanted to touch a girl's breasts and fantasize about it, satisfying my desires without wanting to take responsibility for my actions. Of course, I was even more afraid of causing a big disaster and affecting my future.

Until one day, graduation was approaching, and I didn't want to continue anymore, so I handed her over to another female classmate. At her house, her parents were still not home; only she was there, wearing a miniskirt, looking at me with expectant eyes. But with my classmates present, I didn't dare to be presumptuous. After introducing myself to them, we said goodbye. At that moment, she seemed very resentful. I knew I had wronged her, but there was nothing I could do. Perhaps this was the best ending.

Sometimes, certain boundaries cannot be crossed. Actually, I've imagined many times what I would do if I hadn't left with her and instead tutored her again. I don't know. Perhaps I would have recklessly tasted forbidden fruit, or perhaps I would have remained the same. Regardless, my initial decision was correct.

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