My first English tutor

That year, I was 18, a senior in high school, and had unfortunately become addicted to online games, causing my grades to plummet. With the college entrance exam fast approaching, I was anxious every day. During winter break, my parents, despite their busy schedules, hired a female tutor to help me catch up on my studies and cram before the exam. Her name was Meng. She had visited my house once before the break and made a very good first impression. She was not only beautiful but also gentle and kind, with a good figure—in short, a very pleasant girl to be around.

I playfully called her "Teacher." She blushed and told me to just call her "Meng." After that brief encounter, she left a deep impression on me. That night, I inexplicably had a wet dream, and the heroine in the dream was Meng. I felt somewhat frustrated and disgusted with my own impurity. I saw her again on the second day of my break (we had agreed to start tutoring that day). She was wearing a pure white down jacket, like an angel, her dark eyes looking me up and down, smiling as she said: "Let's begin." At that moment, I thought of that dream again, and a blush crept across my face, my heart pounding. I couldn't look her in the eye. Thankfully, her lively and engaging teaching style quickly masked the awkwardness between us. For the first few days, I didn't know her well and didn't dare to bring up topics outside of studies. But as we gradually became more familiar, we talked about everything. During breaks in class, she told me she came from a rural area, was a senior in college, and that her family wasn't well-off; she earned her tuition by doing odd jobs. She had a boyfriend in her freshman year, but he was too much of a womanizer, and they broke up. She hadn't been in a relationship since.

She then advised me that kids these days mature early and it's best not to date in high school, as it can affect their studies and they're prone to making mistakes due to their youthful impetuosity. For some reason, these words that some parents nag about didn't bother me at all coming from her. After that, we got along very well. She was like a caring older sister to me, making me feel a strong sense of dependence. At the end of the year, my parents were away on business and couldn't come back, leaving me to spend the New Year alone. It just so happened that Meng wasn't planning on going home either. She was far from home and had no relatives. After my repeated persuasion, she agreed to stay at my house for the New Year, essentially tutoring me instead of taking a break.

Her decision truly surprised me; I never expected her to do that! I was genuinely happy then, and I was planning to find an opportunity to express my feelings to her. That night, the opportunity finally came, and I confessed to her, but I never expected her to reject me…

She said it was impossible between us and hoped I wouldn't overthink it. However, my love for her was like a moth drawn to a flame, unstoppable. On New Year's Eve, we snuggled on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala, chatting about various topics. After midnight, she went to take a shower and go to bed. But I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Out of pity, I played a prank, turning off the power and making a few ghostly noises. Being a girl, she was indeed terrified and immediately crawled into my bed.

Then she hugged me tightly and asked what was wrong. I joked that it might be haunted. She didn't dare leave, nestled in my arms, and we chatted under the quiet night sky. Holding the woman I loved most, I, being precocious, was naturally overwhelmed with excitement. The surging hormones of puberty made me feel a strange, inexplicable impulse towards her in my confusion. I reached out and hugged her from behind, my hands slowly moving up her waist to her breasts. Wow, her breasts were indeed large; one hand couldn't cover them. I pressed my face against her neck, a faint fragrance wafting to my nose—probably the scent of shampoo or cosmetics. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and used my hands to experience this beauty that almost drove me mad.

"Smack!" She gently slapped my hand that was touching her breast.

"Haven't you touched me enough yet? You know I have things to do later, so hurry up or you'll regret it!

" Her face was flushed, with tiny droplets of water on her high nose and a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, okay." I replied as I started unbuttoning her blouse. There were only two buttons; the rest were just decorative. In an instant, her snow-white body appeared before my eyes.

I had wanted to be a little more frivolous while unhooking her bra, but considering the preciousness of time, I restrained myself, though it did lessen the fun. It's worth mentioning here that her bra was tied on one side, and the front wasn't a cup, just like the ones worn by foreign women in porn—just two straps connecting a piece of fabric. Her panties were the same; the back was just a narrow strap hidden in her buttocks. My goodness, this girl is quite avant-garde.

"Wow, how lucky I am!" Suppressing my elation, I hurriedly took off my clothes and crawled into bed to await my beauty.

"Hiss... It's so cold..." She took a deep breath and ran into my bed.

I pressed my legs under her lower abdomen, her pubic bone pressing against the inside of my calf, her sparse pubic hair curling gently there.

"Okay, I..." Damn, I realized then that my penis was still limp, even though she had been holding it the whole time. I knew this was because of my indulgence with my wife last night, plus this beauty was so exciting for me, I was—impotent!

I blushed a little; to be honest, this was a very embarrassing thing for a man.

I lay on top of her, my penis rubbing against her labia, and began to lick her neck and nipples with my tongue, partly to further arouse her, and partly to buy myself time to get an erection.

Two minutes passed, and my penis was still like a drunkard, completely still. God, please don't do this to me! I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Uh...sorry, you're so charming, I got too excited, it'll be over soon." "Ah, I want it so bad, can you lick me?" She looked expectant.

Sigh, what can I do? I'm not hard right now. If I were, I wouldn't have to suffer like this. I sighed and knelt down on her vulva. She didn't hold back and opened her fair thighs.

To be honest, thankfully she didn't have much pubic hair, otherwise I really wouldn't have had the courage. It's not that I thought she was dirty, I've just never done the job of licking her vulva before.

When I got closer, I realized that her vulva wasn't bad-looking. Her labia weren't too big, and the color was close to pink, so it seemed that she didn't have sex very often. A little clear liquid seeped from her vaginal opening.

I dipped my finger in it and secretly smelled it. There was no strange smell, and my heart calmed down a little. My finger started to stimulate her clitoris, and the girl started to twist her hips, and her vulva started to press upwards against my face.

"...Lick me...I want it..." Her voice became increasingly lewd.

Sigh, it seems there's no turning back now. If I don't lick her, nothing will work. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and press my tongue against her.

When my tongue touched her labia, her body trembled, then she pressed herself forcefully against my face, her clitoris pressed against the tip of my nose, her pubic hair tickling my forehead.

As her body twisted, my tongue licked a wider area, from her labia to her clitoris, then sliding from her clitoris to her vaginal opening. Her secretions covered the corners of my mouth, and I tasted it with my tongue.

"Damn, it's so salty..." I inwardly groaned. (Damn it, some bastards describe licking a woman's genitals in porn, saying how sweet and fragrant it is...it made me believe it. Now I want to ask them: you son of a bitch, have you ever licked a pussy?) There was nothing I could do but close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep licking.

Just then, I heard her earth-shattering moans. They were so loud! I guarantee you didn't need to eavesdrop at the door; just passing by would have allowed you to hear her. Heh, she hadn't just started moaning; I'd been so worried I hadn't heard a thing. Now that I'd already started, there was nothing to be afraid of. Time to brush my teeth later.

I don't know if it was because I relaxed, or if her moans had aroused my animalistic instincts, haha, I got an erection, a full-blown one!

"Baby, shall I fuck you?" I asked her in a low voice.

"Okay...brother, fuck me..." She twisted her body, her eyes filled with seductive allure.

I could only hold my breath and launch a fierce attack. After about 5 minutes, I was sweating, and her climax was just around the corner.

"Brother, curse me, call me a slut...the harsher the better, curse me as hard as you can...fuck me..." Her expression was a little distorted.

"Damn, she has a heavy taste, she likes this kind of thing," I thought to myself.

Fortunately, I had encountered women before who liked to say dirty words to them while men were having sex with them, so this time it wouldn't be as awkward as when she was licking her genitals. Hehe, as they say, opportunity always favors the prepared.

After my verbal stimulation, coupled with my relentless attack on her lower body, she climaxed. Her vagina began to spasm intensely, her genitals arched up and pressed tightly against me, then she froze and stopped moving. Her short moans turned into long howls.

I lay on top of her, sucking on her nipples, watching her slowly calm down.

"Brother...I felt so good..." the girl said, kissing my cheek.

Afterwards, looking at the red roses on the sheets, I no longer felt the happiness I had before, but rather a deep sense of fear. She seemed even more fearful than I was, crying all night. I was completely bewildered and helpless throughout this naive and ignorant love affair. After the New Year, she continued to tutor me as usual, but disappeared after the tutoring ended. She completely cut off contact with me. I sent her many messages, but she didn't reply. Finally, she sent me a letter that read: "You hurt me. I can only blame myself for loving the wrong person. If we are destined to be together, I will wait for you at XX University. If not, please forget our ill-fated love."

Later, I tried my best and finally got into her university. By then, she was already a graduate student. I searched for a long time before finding her phone number. I sent her a message saying I was coming, but I waited a long time without receiving a reply. I knew that all my efforts to move her were only for myself...

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