My junior and my little secret

As a graduate student, you always need a bit of a knack for talking your way out of things.

Perhaps it was my habitually boastful talk with my supervisor that gave him the illusion that I was quite capable.

"Zixuan, you'll be my teaching assistant next semester," my supervisor said sternly

. The senior students and classmates around us were secretly laughing, because this job was incredibly thankless and exhausting.

"Haha, Professor, is that alright? I'm only a first-year master's student, it wouldn't be good to take over a senior's job like this, would it?" I tried to back out with a laugh, "I have a new National Science Council project for your senior to work on, so he'll be less free next."

"Damn it." The laughter instantly turned into groans. What's done is done, and I could only hope things would work out in the end!

This was a course my supervisor was teaching in the second semester of the first year of undergraduate studies.

There were many chores to be done as a teaching assistant. My supervisor was a very busy person, always having many social engagements or business trips, so solving problems, grading exams, and calculating scores all became my responsibility.

Every class, my supervisor would give the juniors exercises, and I was usually the one to go up and solve the problems in the first class.

Although there's an age gap, there's no generation gap between me and my juniors. After finishing problems or after class, I'd still chat with them.

"Your lives are in my hands, so why don't you try to please me?"

With that one sentence, I practically became a god in their new world!

After getting to know them better, I started paying attention to the dynamics within their class.

Every class, there was a very pretty junior sitting in the front row; I learned from the other juniors that her name was Xiaomi.

Often, when I turned around halfway through a problem, our eyes would meet, and she'd immediately look down at her notes.

"Such a hot junior, she must have already been snatched up by some junior, damn, what a pity," I muttered to myself.

After getting into this graduate school, I broke up with my ex-girlfriend, and my proud penis hasn't had any "meat soup" (a euphemism for sex) in six months.

Back in university, I often went on social events, but after switching schools and entering the lab, I'm surrounded by nerdy guys. There's hardly any chance to meet new girls. I really miss my old buddies who went through thick and thin with me.

Time flies, and the midterms are over, graded, and the papers

are being handed back – a mix of joy and sorrow. As soon as class ended, the group of kids scattered.

I was always the last to leave. I

expertly packed up my laptop, turned off the projector, the air conditioning, and the lights…

It was almost dark, and most of the people in the department building should have left.

I hurriedly walked out of the classroom, thinking I'd quickly put my things back and find somewhere to eat, but unexpectedly, a familiar figure was standing at the door.

"Senior, can I bother you for a moment?" It was Xiaomi. It was the first time I'd heard her voice; her tone was very calm.

"What's wrong, junior?" I felt a little uneasy.

At her suggestion, we went back into the classroom and sat down to talk.

It turned out she wanted to transfer departments, but the department she wanted to get into had quite high requirements.

"So, how can I help you?"

she asked, offering to secretly help her improve her grades, as she hadn't done very well on the exams. "This... might be a little difficult..." I politely declined the junior's offer, but her face remained expressionless. I quickly changed the subject, "There are final exams, you'll definitely do well if you try your best!"

And just like that, the conversation ended. We closed the classroom door and headed towards the department building.

The dimly lit corridor was quiet and eerily quiet.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, "Senior, you don't have a girlfriend, right?"

I was startled, "What... what did you say?"

"I want to have sex with you."

I was stunned, "Junior, don't be silly."

"I really want to have sex with you."

"Then, where?" I asked, still suspicious.

The junior pointed to the disabled toilet at the end of the corridor. "That'll do."

Without a word, we quickly entered the toilet and locked the door.

The disabled toilet was spacious and spotless, seemingly rarely used.

I held her slightly warm body, my lower body already aroused.

"Why do you want this?" "

You'll help me raise my grades, right?" "

That depends on your performance."

Their lips pressed together eagerly. Hands had already brazenly slipped inside the low-rise jeans, groping around.

There were two handrails next to the toilet, very convenient.

They closed the toilet seat and straddled it, facing each other, their pants already tossed to the floor by the door.

I buried my face in her soft chest, rubbing against it repeatedly.

Then, I suddenly pulled her shirt up, revealing her white breasts.

What? Small breasts? These are huge!!

Using my old skills, I reached behind and flicked them open, unhooking her bra.

Like two full, round mounds, adorned with cherry blossom petals, a breathtaking sight.

"Your breasts are so beautiful." My mouth honestly sucked on one of the pink ones.

"Are they an E cup?" "Just a D cup." As she spoke, her hands weren't idle either, unbuttoning my shirt and reaching into my underwear to grab my throbbing little brother, rubbing it up and down.

The original burning heat now felt cool and comfortable, extremely pleasurable.

After a while of caressing, her lower body was already wet, "Can I go in now?" "Mmm... a little gentler..."

I looked at her face, flushed with excitement, and kissed her again.

"Ah!" Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, I thrust inside.

Perhaps it was because I was too nervous, or perhaps because the foreplay with my junior had been going on for too long, or perhaps it had been too long since I had experienced this kind of stimulation, but as soon as I penetrated her, I felt a warm, wet sensation. With a slight adjustment, she cried out again, her hands gripping and her buttocks lifting upwards. My penis was squeezed and sucked, and I couldn't help but ejaculate inside.

'You came?' 'Um…sorry…'

I held her buttocks, 'It doesn't count…'

'I was too nervous this time, can we do it again?'

I tried to use my full power to try again, but she looked at me irritably, 'Anyway, as long as you give me a high score.' Deal.

I quickly put on my clothes, and we sneaked out of the bathroom. To express my apology, I treated her to dinner.

After dinner, just to be safe, I took her to the pharmacy to buy birth control pills.

I took her to the entrance of her school dormitory, and we agreed to move to my rented apartment next time.

After starting graduate school, besides my tutoring and the salary from my boss, my family also gave me living expenses. All of this was enough for me to rent a decent air-conditioned apartment.

My junior was shocked when she first came to my house.

"Wow, it's huge!"

"It's alright, only three pings (approximately 1.3 square meters)."

"I was talking about the bed," she said, pointing to my double bed.

"Haha," I hugged her from behind. "Want to take a shower first?"

"Sure." "Want to shower together?"

"You shower, I just showered."

I took off all but my underwear and lay on the bed waiting. After a long while, my junior finished showering and came out wrapped in the towel I had borrowed from her.

The towel gently fell to the floor, revealing a flawless, white body.

I had been too nervous in the department bathroom to properly observe this beauty, without an ounce of excess fat.

I greedily pushed my junior down onto the bed, licking her skin. I could still vaguely see the veins on her genitals. The familiar scent of her shower gel filled the air, and I wanted nothing more than to suck every glistening drop of moisture from her skin.

"It tickles...no...please stop..." My junior unconsciously began to beg for mercy. My assault slowly moved from her neck, chest, and waist towards her mysterious triangle.

Her legs were tightly closed, and from the side, I could see that her pubic hair had been meticulously trimmed, neatly covering it.

With a slight push, I parted her legs, revealing two adorable, pink labia.

"I'm so shy..." At first, she pushed my head away, trying to refuse my continued licking of her sensitive area, but later she became mute, trembling as she enjoyed it.

"That's enough." "Mmm..." I kissed my junior and gently inserted myself.

Her wet, slippery flesh tightly enveloped my genitals, confirming once again that this feeling was something I had never experienced with my ex-girlfriend!

With each thrust, a wave of suction washed over me, constantly stimulating the tip of my penis.

The junior, clutching the pillow, cried out, a stark contrast to her reserved demeanor in the school restroom.

"Ah…ah…so good…ah…"

Her shapely breasts trembled like pudding with each thrust. I grabbed one breast in each hand, sucking on the pink nipple, about the size of a one-yuan coin.

Even though I'd already ejaculated in the shower, it was hard to resist the overwhelming pleasure from both sight and touch.

I don't know how long it lasted, but I ejaculated, lying contentedly on her chest, inhaling the scent of our sweat.

As a result, what was supposed to be just one time turned into at least three times that night.

I told her, "Come on, I'll take care of you for the final exams."

We were in bed, cuddling and chatting.

She told me her ex-boyfriend went to the top high school in the area and often tutored her, and of course, often taught her how to do "happy things."

But back then, she was young and didn't have much money, so they always did it secretly in places like the classroom or the bathroom.

"You look like him when you solve problems in class."

"And you're a bit more handsome than him." I secretly felt a surge of satisfaction.

From that day on, the younger girl would occasionally find an excuse to come see me.

Sometimes she said the dorm was too hot and she wanted to come and enjoy the air conditioning, sometimes she wanted me to help her with her homework, but we had an unspoken understanding that we would always end up doing "happy things" together.

I loved coming from behind, one hand supporting her swaying waist or her fair, pert buttocks, the other reaching forward to grab her full breasts, her waist with two dimple-like grooves, so sexy.

There was a full-length mirror next to the bed, allowing me to see her face, her expression a mixture of enjoyment and shyness.

This position, with its tight and deep penetration, often left both of them limp on the bed after ejaculation, their penises still inside, reluctant to be pulled out.

"Why are you so tight... panting..." 'Panting...maybe...from dancing...'

This scene continued until the end of the semester.

The grades came out, and the junior got a very high score. She also successfully applied to transfer to another department.

Later, I heard that she got together with a senior from her ballroom dancing club.

He was very handsome, and girls were always pursuing him. Finally, at the end of the semester, he confessed to her and succeeded.

After that, we bumped into each other a few times on the street, just nodding and smiling slightly.

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