My Sex and Love with My High School Female Teacher

My Sex and Love with My High School Female Teacher

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My first encounter with sex came from novels, because I loved reading as a child, especially storytelling and novels. In junior high, I read a lot of martial arts novels, starting with the works of Mr. Jin Yong, and later many others. In the early

1990s, there were many bad books. There happened to be a book rental shop near my house, and I often rented books. I remember one book I accidentally got my hands on, a book by Wolong Sheng. I don't know if it was a fake author, but the content was purely erotic, full of sexual descriptions, something like "Dragon Cauldron." I was

in the second year of junior high when I read that book. After reading it, I experienced nocturnal emissions, and later I learned to masturbate. Back then, when I rode my bike to school, I passed by our old train station, and the video arcades were always showing very tempting videos. I bravely watched a couple of them, mostly Category III films. But at the time, I found it very exciting.

Junior high school passed quickly. There weren't any good high schools in our area, so I went to a key high school in the provincial capital. It was there that I experienced sex for the first time.

After enrolling, on my first history class, I saw our history teacher. She was about 27 or 28 years old. She was about 1.60 meters tall, with fair skin and a dignified appearance. By the standards of the time, she was quite beautiful, but by today's standards, her figure wasn't particularly curvaceous or full; her waist and hip curves weren't very S-shaped. Perhaps it was because her clothing was more conservative back then.

Her teaching style was usually 40 minutes, followed by 5 minutes for students to read freely. She would walk back and forth in the aisles. Since I was the class monitor, she would say a few words to me when she passed by, seemingly to check on the teaching effectiveness. I would chat with her for a while. I noticed she seemed to particularly enjoy talking to boys, and later I learned there was a reason for that.

At the time, I was a boarding student. The student dormitory area was at the southernmost end, with classrooms, the cafeteria, the water dispenser, the playground, etc., in the middle, and the teachers' dormitory area at the northernmost end.

Back then, it was customary for everyone to go to the water dispenser after dinner for a while. I often ran into the history teacher there. She usually had her one-year-old child with her. After getting water, they would play together on the playground for a bit before heading home. Sometimes we would chat for a bit.

It became a habit, and we talked more. I gradually learned that her husband worked in the petroleum industry and only came home two or three times a year. There was no TV in the dorm, so I mentioned several times that I wanted to watch TV at her house. I never went.

Finally, during the National Day holiday, everyone was busy going home. My home was quite far, and I wouldn't be back until the next day, so there weren't many people in the dorm that night. I wondered if I could go to her house to watch TV. I happened to

run into her at the water dispenser. She asked, "Why aren't you home?" I said, "It's far, I'll be back the next day." Later, I told her that no one was in the dorm and I wanted to go to her house to watch TV. My request was very casual; I didn't think about anything related to relationships between men and women.

I didn't even consider whether her husband was also on holiday or had any other inconveniences. She readily agreed. I went to her house with her.

It was my first time there; it was a very cozy two-bedroom apartment. I went in and started watching TV in the living room. She poured me some water, then went to the bedroom and closed the door. When she came out, she had changed into loose-fitting clothes. We ate sunflower seeds together, watched TV, and chatted about TV shows. After a while, she went to put the child to sleep.

I continued watching. After the child fell asleep, she returned to the living room and casually collected the sunflower seed shells. In the instant she looked down, I unintentionally caught a glimpse of her fair and full breasts. Of course, she was wearing a bra, but that sight gave me a sudden jolt. I felt a

little hot. After she finished collecting the shells, we continued watching TV, but I was already a bit awkward. It's natural when you don't have these thoughts. I changed the channel to hide my nervousness, and ended up on Phoenix TV's Chinese channel. I remember it was covered back then, but I don't know why it stopped later.

It turned out they were showing a drama starring Irene Wan. She said, "Let's watch this; I've already watched a few episodes." After watching for a while, there was a passionate scene, just kissing, nothing erotic. But it made the atmosphere in the living room very awkward; there was no sound except for the breathing coming from the TV. In that situation, it seemed like my desire was being relentlessly aroused. It was so hot.

I really wanted to escape, but I couldn't bear to. The scenes from the adult film, the erotic descriptions in the book, and my long-standing curiosity about the female body made me flustered and confused. My mind was racing. Looking back now, I realize how naive I was. I didn't know what to say to women, let alone seduce them, and I didn't dare to do anything.

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