My embarrassing affair with Teacher Mina

Three years have passed since then. Xiao Lang's hometown is Ziyang, but he grew up in Xinjiang and works in management at a logistics company. He also went to school in Xinjiang.

Our school used to be a mixed school with both Han and Uyghur students, but they were always separated.

In 1999, I was in my final year of elementary school, only 12 years old. Our school recruited a Uyghur teacher from northern Xinjiang named Gulimina. She was six years older than me, a college graduate, and taught art and dance.

Because her mother was a translator, she was exceptionally fluent in Mandarin, Uyghur, and English. She was very pretty and delicate-looking, much prettier than any of today's TV stars—a natural beauty.

Every time I saw her back then, I would blush. I remember once in elementary school, our class had to rehearse a performance for New Year's Day, and because we were the graduating class, we chose a dance performance.

However, because our homeroom teacher at the time was an older, rather rigid math teacher, our dance performance was never well-received, and we had to change teachers several times. Finally, Teacher Mina specially rehearsed for our class; it was a folk dance, and she even borrowed costumes, props, and little hats.

I remember the first few days of rehearsals were exhausting. We'd squat on the ground for a long time, and the girls in skirts would twirl around us. Later, Teacher Mina said the movements were too monotonous and needed some new ones. She asked if any of the boys in the class knew how to do somersaults, and without thinking, I said, "I can." Teacher Mina looked at me with surprise. Then I demonstrated a side somersault, and Teacher Mina said,

"Then I'll teach you a front somersault."

At first, she thought I meant a front somersault. For the next few days, after each rehearsal, all the other students went home, but Teacher Mina and I stayed in the classroom to practice for over an hour. She taught me how to practice front somersaults and even borrowed a training mat from the PE teacher.

At first, she held my legs and waist, letting me slowly lean back and place my hands on the ground. The most memorable and also the most embarrassing one was on New Year's Day. It was the last rehearsal before New Year's Day, and everyone was preparing to go home to rest after their practice.

Before leaving, Teacher Mina asked me, "How's your forward roll practice going?" I replied directly, "No problem." Then Teacher Mina asked me to demonstrate alone, and I quickly rolled over. She said she would correct a few small problems for me, and slowly supported my waist, making me lean back. Because she was wearing a black leather outfit that day, the moment I put my hands on the ground, I suddenly saw the two bulges on her tight leather outfit, and I suddenly felt a hot current on my thighs, as if it would burst out at any moment.

Just as I was trying my best to hide everything, the teacher suddenly reached out to support my leg, telling me to straighten it. During this process, my crotch accidentally bumped against her thigh. The teacher seemed to feel something bump against her too, and Ms. Mina's face flushed red instantly. I was at a loss for words, and just as I was about to apologize, Ms. Mina suddenly said to me, "Come on, let's practice again! I'll definitely teach you." Later, on New Year's Day, our performance won first place in the whole school and received an award. It was the first time I saw her smile through her tears, a testament to the effort we had put in together.

Many years later, I still haven't forgotten that she taught me the front flip, laying a solid foundation for my later somersaults.

Even now, I still remember her soft, white hands, and whenever I think of her flawless, pretty face, I can't forget that reunion with her three years ago.

In August 2012, I returned to Xinjiang from the mainland. I had taken a month's leave to travel to Qingdao. The next day, I attended the wedding of a Uyghur classmate. At the wedding, I met Teacher Mina, whom I had never forgotten for many years. She was still as beautiful as ever, and her skin was still so fair. I don't know why, but I always felt that her skin was still well-maintained, as if it hadn't changed at all.

That night, after leaving the wedding venue, we drank a lot of alcohol together. I asked her, "Are you still teaching?" She said, "I don't teach anymore. I'm no longer at the school. I work at a training institution, specializing in English." I then asked her, "How old are your children? I'd love to meet them!" She replied, "Not married yet! None of the people my friends introduced me to were suitable." She continued, "Take your time!

Don't rush things. You have to find the right one eventually."

We chatted like that, drinking a lot of alcohol. I forgot how much we took that day. Looking at Ms. Mina's half-drunk, rosy cheeks, I sat there silently for a long time, lost in thought. I remembered the image of her supporting my waist and helping me practice forward rolls, and my eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

I don't know when it happened, but Ms. Mina suddenly handed me a tissue and asked what was wrong. I said,

"Nothing, I was just thinking about some things from the past, about when you were teaching me." Ms. Mina's eyes were also slightly red, and I saw tears slowly welling up in her eyes. I quickly took the tissue and went to wipe her tears. Only then did I suddenly realize that my behavior was a bit inappropriate, but Ms. Mina didn't refuse, so I wasn't as reserved as before.

Afterwards, Ms. Mina told me that she felt a little dizzy, so I quickly prepared to drive her home. My car, a Honda CR-V, was bought in 2012.

At first, Ms. Mina told me that I shouldn't drive after drinking and that I should take a taxi home. I didn't agree, but she finally got in the car after my insistence. It was about 20 kilometers from where we were drinking to her home, but on the way there, it felt like we had traveled for a very long time.

Her eyes barely left my body the whole way. My face flushed again; it was only the second time I'd blushed in front of her since that embarrassing moment when I was a child. The car was playing the soothing English song "The Look of Love." I watched the wind blowing her wavy hair and her flushed cheeks outside the window. I smiled, and she smiled too. Suddenly, she asked, "Why are you blushing?" I said, "Nothing! Maybe I drank a little too much!" She smiled, but as if she knew why I was blushing, she leaned back in her seat and fell asleep.

Later, during the time we were together, this was confirmed. That day in the car, we both thought about that embarrassing incident from years ago.

On the way home, I would occasionally glance at her heaving breasts and slender waist. About half an hour later, we arrived at her studio apartment. She groggily opened her eyes. I looked at her, and she looked at me. Our eyes met, and we remained silent for a long time, tears streaming down our faces. We embraced tightly and kissed. It was

the first time in my life I'd been with a teacher, especially a Uyghur teacher. Unlike other Uyghur women, she didn't have that strange smell of sweat mixed with perfume; instead, she had a fresh, youthful fragrance, like roses. I kissed her soft lips, like ripe peaches, and sucked hard on her tongue.

Mina was already panting under my intense onslaught. Suddenly, Mina told me, "Let's go somewhere else! It wouldn't be good if our colleagues or neighbors saw us tonight." I said, "How about a hotel?" She said, "No."

At Mina's request, I drove to a deserted Gobi desert, surrounded by tall willow trees. A gentle breeze caressed us, and we embraced tightly again, kissing each other, from our mouths to our tongues, foreheads, noses, ears, and necks. I wanted to savor every inch of it.

Mina kept responding to me, and gradually her slender little hands slowly reached into my clothes, unbuttoned all my clothes, and licked my body again and again with her soft lips, making me feel numb and tingly all over.

In my haste, I couldn't contain myself any longer. I reclined the car seat completely, opened the sunroof, and swiftly pulled off Mina's black stockings under her black miniskirt. Mina's snow-white, slender legs were already irresistible. I quickly removed her bra, and her pair of small, protruding breasts were finally fully revealed before me. Her alluring breasts were so white and round, without a hint of sagging or anything, and her nipples were pink, like lotuses emerging from the water.

Mina gazed at me with a dreamy look. I slowly pulled off her leopard-print panties, and Mina licked my body again and again with her tongue, each lick stimulating my nerves, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

Just as I was savoring the moment, Mina suddenly unbuckled my belt and pulled down my underwear. Mina's head was buried in my crotch, and I felt waves of tingling sensation wash over me. I started moaning. As Mina sucked on my penis, I let out a soft groan, telling her I couldn't hold back anymore, I wanted to ejaculate.

Mina didn't say anything, just held me tightly, and I ejaculated into her mouth. Mina even licked it clean for me, then spat it into a tissue. While stroking my penis, she asked, "Was it good?" I said, "Of course! It felt like heaven!" Mina laughed.

Then, I quickly pulled down my underwear, gently stroking Mina's hair and kissing her nipples, sucking on them repeatedly. Mina was soon panting heavily. Just as I was about to kiss her breasts, Mina looked at me with dreamy eyes and said, "I want you so much, come in, okay? I want to see him!" I thought I misheard, but Mina repeated herself a second time. I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I pressed myself against Mina's snow-white body, but I didn't penetrate her for a long time. I said, "I didn't bring that!" Mina didn't say anything to me, but instead tightly hugged my neck and slowly moved her body towards me. Suddenly, Mina used the strength between her legs to lock my waist, her feet tightly wrapped around my thighs, and at that moment, my penis thrust straight into Mina's pink little hole... Mina suddenly groaned, tears welling up in her eyes, and she hugged me tightly. I followed her tears and kissed her cheeks. Mina moved her body slightly and said shyly, "I knew you were hard back then!" I was no longer shy at first. I held Mina's snow-white and slender waist, rubbing it again and again, stroking her hair, and just like that, gently and forcefully performing the most primal human movement, piston-like motion. The feeling of nine shallow and one deep thrusts was really so comfortable.

Under my relentless assault, Mina climaxed quickly, moaning,

"So good, so amazing, darling, let's do it today! I want to give you everything, shoot inside me! Okay?" A moment later, I let out a muffled groan, "Ah! Baby, I'm going to cum!" I pulled out instantly, ejaculating onto Mina's face, neck, and breasts. We kissed and embraced, sleeping soundly until the next morning. When we woke up, Mina blushed and said, "You were amazing last night, you almost killed me." I smiled foolishly, gazing at her beautiful figure. Looking at the red bloodstains on the white sheets in the car, my eyes welled up with tears.

From then on, Mina and I made love whenever we had time, enjoying our time together. She always told me that being with me was the happiest thing. But could we really overcome that insurmountable mountain? (

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