[I Slept with My Tutor] (The End) Author: hgaqx

Author: hgaqx
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That year, I was a junior at university in H city. With less coursework, I had more free time
, so I wanted to find a part-time job to earn some extra money so I could buy things I liked. I went online
to look for tutoring information on part-time job websites in H city.

After searching for several days, I finally found an address relatively close to the school. I called the person who
posted briefly explained my situation. They gave me a rough introduction and
seemed okay, so we arranged to meet that weekend to discuss the details. The

weekend arrived quickly, and I went to the employer's house. Being a first-time job, I was inevitably a little nervous. The employer was a
woman who looked very young, and seemed very friendly and easy to talk to. Our first conversation went smoothly,
and I learned that her daughter was about to take the college entrance exam, so she wanted to find a tutor to help her improve her math and Chinese.

The employer was very polite and, after listening to my detailed explanation, seemed quite satisfied. She knew I had excellent
grades , even ranking in the top ten in the province for the college entrance exam, so she believed I could easily tutor
her daughter and share some study tips to help her achieve good results. The employer was pleased and told me to just call her "Auntie
," adding that nothing else mattered, as long as the tutoring was effective
. She said the salary was negotiable and the tutoring would only take one day. I felt there were no problems and agreed to the job.

Then the auntie introduced me to her daughter. My first impression of the girl was that she was very
pretty and delicate, though a little shy, giving off a gentle vibe. Her soft voice
perfectly matched her overall demeanor.

It was my first time tutoring, and I felt a little awkward. I was always the one being taught, and now I was the one teaching
others , so I was a bit unsure. But thinking about my high school grades gave me some confidence
. Based on my high school experience, I found some study guides I needed. Armed with them, I arrived at my employer's house
early in . The auntie opened the door and warmly welcomed me in, offering tea and snacks,
which made me feel a little embarrassed. I had to use tutoring as an excuse.

The girl was very smart and encountered almost no problems. When she did, I only needed a little guidance to understand.
I felt very lucky to have such an easy job with a good salary.

Soon it was noon. I was going back to school for lunch, but the auntie insisted I stay, saying she
would it would be troublesome to keep going back and forth. I couldn't refuse, so I agreed. Lunch was plentiful; she said
her daughter needed to prepare for the college entrance exam and that a good meal would help her recover and have enough energy to study. Thinking back to my own
high school days, I had so much to say.

The lunch was quite pleasant, and I became quite familiar with the auntie. She became even more enthusiastic,
constantly serving me food. The girl, on the other hand, remained as shy as ever, barely saying a word, just quietly
listening. She ate very quietly, and honestly, girls like that are rare these days. My
affection for her grew; I felt that since the auntie was so kind to me, I should definitely tutor her daughter well so she could get good
grades and go to a good university.

The afternoon tutoring went smoothly. The girl didn't really need much tutoring; just a little guidance
was enough. So the afternoon passed quickly, and my first day of tutoring was over. I felt it was necessary to make a tutoring plan
for the girl, so after returning home, I thought about
it carefully and made some plans, as a way of repaying the auntie for her kindness.

What followed was a simple yet meaningful tutoring experience. I attended classes at school during the week and spent
one day on weekends tutoring the girl. My life was quite fulfilling, and the tutor was still as kind to me as ever. She always invited me
to lunch and occasionally talked to me about the girl's studies, asking if I was having any difficulties tutoring her. I was
honest and praised the girl for being smart and ambitious, saying she would have no problem getting into a top university.

The girl was still the same as before, very quiet. Sometimes when I teased her, she would only smile faintly, which made me marvel at
how good the tutor's upbringing was—how could she have raised such a gentle and well-behaved girl? During tutoring,
there was inevitably some physical contact. Each time, the girl would blush and silently work on her problems, without
saying a word. This made me, a third-year university student, feel a little flutter in my heart. Of course, no matter
the reason, I couldn't have any improper thoughts, so I could only take advantage of her a little during tutoring sessions
, as a small spice in my tutoring life. However, I didn't know what the girl thought. I just
hoped she didn't know that I did it intentionally and that she wouldn't dislike me.

This tutoring experience truly enriched my junior year of college and provided me with a decent
side income. I originally thought this peaceful life would continue until my tutoring job ended, and then
I could start another one. But fate seemed to play a cruel joke on me, completely shattering my peaceful existence.

As my tutoring progressed smoothly, the tutor and I became increasingly familiar. Seeing how diligently I tutored her
daughter, she gradually felt reassured. After all, the tutor also had a job, and she had specifically put her work aside to be with
her daughter during this time. Now that she had to go back to work, she had completely entrusted her daughter to me. I felt I couldn't let the tutor down
, so I tutored the girl even more diligently.

That day, I arrived at the girl's house as usual to tutor her. The tutor had already gone to work, and it was just the two of
us . To be honest, being alone with a girl in a room made me a little nervous, and I
could tell the girl was a little nervous too. But now that I was a teacher, I composed myself.

Halfway through tutoring, we realized we were missing some study materials and needed to go to the bookstore to buy some. The girl suggested we go
together, saying it would be a good opportunity to get some fresh air, and I agreed. Once outside, we walked together. She was dressed in
a fresh yet stylish way, simple yet charming. Walking beside her, I could catch a faint, pleasant fragrance
from .

At the bookstore, we picked out a few reference books as planned, paid, and were about to head
home when it started raining. We hadn't brought an umbrella, and since it was quite close, we ran home.

When we got home, both of our clothes were soaked. Because of her simple attire, her underwear was soaked through.
She came out, and her long, wet hair partially obscured her cleavage. I was instantly mesmerized,
my heart pounding faster and faster. I felt a fire burning below my waist, and I almost lost control.
The girl noticed my strange behavior, glanced up at me, then immediately blushed and looked down. My
masculine presence made her feel shy too.

After a moment of awkward silence, I spoke first, saying that being wet made me susceptible to illness, and asked her to get a dry
towel . She brought me a towel and gave me one of her father's clothes to change into. She then
took the towel and ran to her room. Watching her retreating figure, I secretly swallowed, trying to calm myself as I dried
myself . When she came out, she was only wearing a silk onesie nightgown. Seeing her now, I
realized she had a well-developed figure; her breasts, peeking out from under the nightgown, fueled my
imagination . The moment her eyes met mine, she blushed again and looked down.

The girl put my clothes in the washing machine to dry, then hung them up to air dry before sitting down to study.
Because of what had just happened, I found it really hard to calm down this time. I kept staring at her face,
which was still flushed, making me even more aroused.

After a while, the girl probably couldn't stand my gaze anymore and said softly,
"If you really can't resist, then don't!"

My mind went blank, and I couldn't control myself any longer. I immediately hugged the girl and kissed her passionately.
At first, she resisted a little, but then she gradually cooperated with my actions. After kissing for a while, I carried her
to her bed and started taking off her pajamas. Her beautiful body was finally naked
before , and my desire burned even more fiercely. The girl looked at me quietly, seemingly acquiescing to my actions,
and gently closed her eyes. I couldn't restrain myself any longer, and finally, I rushed to that virgin territory.

"Ah!" the girl moaned softly, biting her lip tightly, a few tears welling in her eyes.
The feeling of her vagina tightly enveloping me, the warmth emanating from our joined bodies, kept flooding my brain.
I let go of everything, my body thrusting back and forth with my penis, forgetting it was her first time. At first,
she held back with restraint, but later she let out soft moans, almost losing herself in the moment. Her moans assaulted my
brain; I forgot everything, only knowing to thrust and pump in her tender hole, releasing the fire of
desire within me.

Finally, I reached my climax, releasing inside her, my thick semen hitting her
uterus. The pleasure was so intense that her legs gripped me tightly for a long time. We lay on the bed, embracing each other.
The girl softly told me that she had actually liked me from the very first time, and as we got to know each other better, her
feelings grew stronger, and she realized she loved me. She had thought I didn't feel anything for her, but
this time finally mustered the courage to say it, so she didn't regret it. I was deeply moved and vowed to
treat her well.

After our first time together, we were no longer as awkward as before, and our feelings for each other
gradually deepened. In the following days, we would sneak away whenever we had the chance, and sometimes the girl would even accept some of my
special requests, which made me feel how wonderful life was. But to avoid affecting the girl's studies, I
tried my best to control my desires.

Unfortunately, this didn't last long. My aunt told me that the girl had to go back to her hometown to take the college entrance exam, so she had to
go back early, and my tutoring would end. I felt very disappointed. After all, we had spent some time together, and I
really wanted the girl to stay, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Perhaps it was because I felt I was letting my aunt down.

On the day before she left, the girl and I passionately released our pent-up desires, hoping to remember each other more deeply
. The girl's mournful eyes made my heart ache even more, but I still didn't have the courage to ask her to stay
.

In the end, the girl left, and I never saw her again. It can only become a memory I can
slowly savor. Whenever I think of the girl's gentle temperament, it always warms my heart.

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