Remembering my junior high school English teacher

When I was in middle school, I had good grades and attended a top-tier school. This English teacher, Ms. Hu, really surprised me from the very first class. I still vividly remember my first English class in seventh grade. It was September in the south, and the weather was still quite hot. My previous impression of female teachers was that they were unkempt, wore glasses, and came to class in unfashionable pants. But this one was wearing a dress—and the dress was incredibly short! Her hair was clearly styled, and she was wearing makeup. She looked to be around 30 years old, probably 165cm tall. I'd rate her looks at most an 8 out of 10, but she had a very elegant demeanor. How to put it? She didn't look like a celebrity; she looked more like a TV news anchor. I certainly didn't think of her as a teacher. If the morning class surprised me, the afternoon class surprised me even more because Ms. Hu had changed her clothes—a short-sleeved shirt and a short skirt. When some curious classmates asked her about it, she laughed and replied, "It's hot, and I was sweating, so I changed." She added, "Women should maintain their elegance." When the class heard this, it was an uproar, a real commotion, since they were all 13 or 14-year-old boys. But I was still quite naive back then. Although I would sometimes peek at girls' open clothes and glimpses of their breasts, or perhaps I was just starting to experience romantic feelings and noticed women's figures, I didn't think too much about it. I was only 13, a boy who hadn't even watched a single minute of porn. My first "intimate encounter" with Hu D was quite accidental. Our classroom was on the second floor, Hu D's office was on the third floor, and the restroom was on the first floor. So after every English class, Hu D would go up to the third floor, while I, of course, went down to the first floor to use the restroom. One time, as I was about to go down to the first floor, Hu D was walking up to the third floor. I instinctively looked up and saw Hu D's underwear—white. My body immediately reacted. I don't know why, but I developed a "hobby" afterward: leaving the classroom with Hu D after class and secretly peeking at what color underwear she was wearing. White, red, yellow, blue, black—a whole array of colors... My sexual awakening probably started then. My further contact with Hu D was mostly natural. At the time, I had good grades and was the class monitor, and also the Chinese language representative, so I had to collect homework and take it to the classroom every day (our Chinese teacher was the typical female teacher). Hu D happened to sit opposite our Chinese teacher. One morning, after collecting homework, I went to the office. Hu D was there, but the Chinese teacher wasn't. I was about to put down the homework and leave when I suddenly noticed that Hu D was bending over, changing her stockings—pantyhose (I only learned the name of these later). She was already halfway through putting them on, and she didn't stop when she saw me come in. Please forgive me for bragging, but I really am quite good-looking, especially at that age. A fair-skinned, scholarly type, good-looking students usually have a lot of good relationships with teachers. I guess Hu D thought I was still a child, and a good student, so there was nothing wrong with it. She was just trying to cover herself up a little while changing, but she didn't hide her private parts at all. It was just a very short time, a few seconds. I watched her sitting there putting on pantyhose, and then I saw a white, semi-transparent pair of underwear. Later I learned that the lace trim was called lace. Can you imagine? A female teacher wearing underwear like that in 1998? And I also saw a glimpse of black (because the underwear was somewhat transparent). At that moment, I felt like my lower body was about to explode. I could only pretend to be organizing homework, secretly watching until she finished dressing and put down her skirt, then I immediately left the office. Life continued afterward. My deskmate was a little pervert, someone who got in through connections. He gave Hu D the nickname "Perky Butt." The reason was that once Hu D wore jeans to class, the kind that were tight like they had tapered ankles. When my deskmate was facing away from us, he suddenly said to me, "Look at Hu D's butt, it's so round and perky." To be honest, at that time, my understanding of women was limited to peeking at Hu D's underwear or the occasional glimpse of a girl's breasts. I didn't know much about buttocks. However, something happened later that changed my mind, but that's another story. And then summer came, and the opportunity arose again. At that time, Hu D required us to go to her office every day to recite texts. To be honest, English wasn't my strong suit. One time, as usual, I went to recite a text. Hu D was sitting there with her book, and as I was reciting, I couldn't remember anything. Then I looked down, intending to peek at the text in Hu D's hand. I didn't see the text, but I did see her exposed breasts through Hu D's open neckline: two full mounds of breasts tightly wrapped in a yellow bra. They were white and large, and I could even see the fine, clear blue veins on her breasts, probably because they were wrapped so tightly. You can probably imagine the reaction below—I was incredibly aroused. It was both tense and exciting; my memory of the rest is a bit blank. Later, I developed a new interest: memorizing my English texts every day until I knew them by heart. While memorizing, I would subtly capture various glimpses of my own body. My biggest anticipation was what color bra Hu D would wear the next morning, and what style it would be. As time went on, my relationship with Hu D grew closer. After all, I was good at both arts and sports, hosted morning assemblies, and was a minor celebrity at school. I was also quite eloquent, and teachers of all subjects had a good impression of me. Hu D lived in the dormitory building behind the school. Let me mention Hu D's family: she had a daughter, quite cute, about 5 or 6 years old, but very mischievous—a typical troublemaker by today's standards. However, I never saw her husband, nor did I inquire about him; it remains a mystery. Later, I guessed that Hu D was probably a single mother. One day, I was heading to the cafeteria for lunch when I saw Hu D carrying boxes up to the teachers' building (the cafeteria is just across a small grove of trees). I immediately went over and asked if I needed help. Hu D was already sweating profusely, but naturally smiled and agreed, only reminding me to be careful as the boxes were heavy. So I helped her carry the boxes up to the 5th floor. Yes, you read that right, the 5th floor. Upon entering the room, I was greeted by a pleasant fragrance, the kind unique to women's rooms. The apartment was small, definitely less than 50 square meters, with a living room and kitchen combined, plus two bedrooms and a bathroom; there was no balcony. After I entered, Hu D led me to her room, poured me a glass of water, and then suddenly said she was covered in sweat and needed to take a shower. She then asked me to sit for a while. I instinctively said I should go first, but she smiled and said, "It's okay, you little kid, just stay put." I could only sit down, and as soon as she went into the bathroom and the sound of running water came out, my heart started pounding. Just then, a thought suddenly popped into my head, and I secretly opened her drawer. Finally, I saw her bra, panties, and stockings. The style was truly eye-opening… Of course, I took them out; there was only a faint scent of laundry detergent, but I was still incredibly excited. I put them back, and soon after, Hu D came out wearing her pajamas, having finished showering. She sat next to me and immediately asked some questions. Please forgive me, my mind went completely blank at the time, and I can't remember what she asked at all, because I saw she wasn't wearing a bra, and the arms of her onesie were very low, so I could directly see her two white, full breasts, so perky, with two bright red nipples… At that time, I was already experiencing some amnesia, but nothing really happened. I genuinely felt that Hu D treated me like a child, and a good one at that. Later, her daughter came back, and Hu D even invited me to stay for dinner. But my mind was completely elsewhere; all I could think about were her large, white, round breasts—so full, white, and firm. Even after watching so many films, I still think those breasts are among the most beautiful. My real intimate encounter with Hu D was an accident. My home was very close to my school, and I was taking extra classes at another school in the city every weekend. One morning, while waiting for the bus at the bus stop next to the school, Hu D suddenly called out to me. After talking, I learned that Hu D was also going to that school; she was a tutor there. So we got on the bus together. It was the 809 bus—I still remember it. It shouldn't have been crowded on the weekend, but the 809 was a main line, so there were no seats available, and it was quite crowded. Hu D and I stood together chatting, and gradually, more and more people joined us. I don't know when it started, but we were all crammed together, and I was standing behind her. At that moment, I felt something full and soft pressing against my lower body. Of course, I reacted immediately. That's when I understood what my deskmate meant by "perky butt." I felt very nervous and wanted to keep my distance, but there were just too many people, and more and more were coming. Then I noticed that Hu D seemed to be blushing a little; she probably realized what was happening. More importantly, it was summer, and I could see her full breasts through her neckline, encased in a blue lace bra. I was practically being "sandwiched" from above and below, a double assault of sight and touch. As the car continued to bounce, I surrendered. My eyes were fixed on Hu D's deep cleavage...Carefully examining the delicate skin of her full breasts, my lower body consciously and unconsciously rubbed against Hu D's buttocks. The whole process was almost accompanied by tension and excitement, making me feel like I was in heaven... After that, every weekend I would wait for Hu D at the bus station. If the 809 bus arrived and she didn't, I would wait until it was too late. Going to tutoring every weekend became my most anticipated event. On the bus, I don't know how many times I brushed against Hu D's breasts and squeezed and rubbed her buttocks. And Hu D was no different from before, still chatting and laughing with me at school, occasionally inviting me to dinner. Every weekend, she would intentionally or unintentionally make physical contact with me on the bus, "offering" her breasts, buttocks, almost everything, spring, summer, autumn, and winter... Finally, I was about to graduate. Hu D once talked to me in the office. I still remember her saying, "You've grown up, you're an adult now. Do well on the exam this time, your future is limitless." I was too young then and didn't fully understand. I passed the exam and got into a key high school as promised. Later, I understood the meaning behind her words... As for what happened after that, all I know is that Hu D resigned and went to other places; nobody knows anything else.Latest European and American chapters href="http://mtgplan.com">Asian Zone 1 Zone 2 Domestic Zone 2 Arthur said where she went. Some said she went abroad, some said she got married and became a full-time housewife, but even now I still miss Teacher Hu, who brought me countless wonderful impressions, not only her full breasts, bright red nipples, a touch of black charm, the countless soft touches of her buttocks, but also her conscientious teaching of me in my studies. 【The End】

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