Me and my internship teacher

My Student Teacher and I (Also known as: Teen Romance)

Author: lwd123

(I)

That was more than ten years ago. I lived in a provincial capital city in southern China. I studied at a key middle school, but unexpectedly, I was short by a few points in the high school entrance exam and ended up in a key municipal school, which was a huge blow to me. Watching my former classmates happily go to their alma mater to register, I could only shed tears in my heart.

The new school was far from my home, requiring me to cross the entire city. In the late 80s and early 90s, traffic was very congested, causing me great inconvenience in going to school. There was nothing I could do. When I arrived at the school and saw those students with poor manners, I really regretted it.

However, on the other hand, coming to this school, I suddenly became the tallest among the short, and became very outstanding, especially my Chinese language skills. In this school where many people could not even speak Mandarin clearly, I stood out from the crowd and was very popular with teachers and classmates.

I am not good-looking, and you could even say I am ugly, but I am humorous and generous, so I naturally became the class monitor. In my previous school, I was at best a group leader, haha, a big fish in a small pond, I often used this phrase to joke about myself. I had no choice but to find humor in my misery. Actually, I was very depressed and felt very lost. I used the transportation and lunch money my family gave me to buy cigarettes, thus beginning my smoking career.

(II)

My depression had reasons. First, I was in a very bad school, which led to a sense of loss. Second, I saw my old friends less often, especially a junior high classmate I had a crush on. I knew my importance in her heart was diminishing. Third, spending so much time on the bus every day was unacceptable to someone like me who loved reading and sleeping in.

So I started a life of leaving early and returning late, getting up at 6 am every day to catch the bus to school for early morning study, usually not getting home until 7 am. The crowded bus was where I could sneak a nap. After a few days, I felt really tired.

At 16, I was going through puberty. I had sexual feelings since elementary school, but due to my environment, I didn't really understand the complexities of sex. The only thing that told me I was growing up was the morning erection I got before going to school. My attraction to women was limited to their fair skin and innocent smiles.

Every day, when I waited for the bus, there was a huge crowd of people going to work or school on the other side of the city. When the bus arrived, everyone rushed to get on, because missing it would mean being late. So, every day, the buses to and from school were like sardine cans; people didn't even need to hold onto the handrails, they could just close their eyes and fall asleep.

Every day, I would see some beautiful girls or women on the bus. In the days before taxis, everyone had to squeeze onto the bus equally. Sometimes, when we were squeezed together, I would very gentlemanly give them space, hoping to earn their gratitude.

One morning, because the bus was so crowded, a beautiful young woman was squeezed face-to-face with me. We awkwardly covered our lower abdomens with our bags and briefcases, but with the bumps of the bus, my hand and her arm would inevitably touch, and I could see a glimpse of her fair breasts through the neckline of her shirt. The smooth feeling on my arm, the visual stimulation—I actually got an erection on the bus.

My face flushed red; I wanted to disappear into the ground. The young woman, seeing my embarrassment, even had a hint of a smile in her eyes. Later, I thought to myself, she probably gets assaulted on buses often; honest people like me are rare indeed.

Some time later, I learned she was a music teacher at a middle school specializing in tourism, around 32 years old, and lived not far from mine. Coincidentally, her husband was one of my former physical education teachers. Her name was Shao Ming (pseudonym).

Of course, I wouldn't acknowledge her. To be honest, she was a very charming woman. Although she had a child, she still maintained a beautiful figure, about 1.63 meters tall, always wearing high heels, appearing graceful and elegant. Her fair skin and large eyes gave her a unique charm. She always had a faint, intoxicating fragrance.

The weather was starting to get colder then, but every day I saw her in a beautiful dress. Perhaps it was because of my character, but later on, she often stood next to me on the bus. When the bus was particularly crowded, she would always lean against me, because she knew I wouldn't take advantage of her. (Actually, she didn't know I didn't know how to take advantage of others).

One experience completely changed my life.

It was the school sports meet, and I was wearing my sportswear, without my schoolbag. I had to rush there early in the morning to set up some work. At the bus stop, I saw her again, wearing a long black dress that looked so elegant and noble, her white handbag particularly eye-catching.

The bus arrived, and we bravely stepped forward, finally getting on. The driver was loudly scolding those poor souls who still wanted to get on. I stood next to her again, and her unique fragrance quickly wafted into my nostrils. I couldn't help but close my eyes, carefully savoring that special scent, feeling the delicate sensation of her smooth skin on my arm. (I rolled up my sleeves high.)

Soon we arrived at another stop, and the carriage began to stir. People below kept pushing and shoving. I looked back and saw two young men in their early twenties desperately trying to squeeze onto her, and they were even waving their hands at her.

At this moment, she frowned slightly and pushed in front of me. I cooperated and moved aside. She swam into the small space like a fish.

The train was still loading passengers, and I felt the pressure on my back increasing, and the space between us getting smaller and smaller. Finally, there was no more space. Ah, my lower body was in direct contact with her buttocks, hidden in her wide dress. I could quickly feel the elasticity of her buttocks. Her buttocks were very upturned, probably because of her good figure and wearing high heels. Without the cover of my backpack, my penis quickly became erect in the peak of her buttocks.

(Part 3)

As a young man in the throes of spring, I had also fantasized about a woman's body, but I really didn't know what it felt like. When I was in elementary school, I especially loved listening to storytelling, particularly the stories of the Yang family generals. The descriptions of beautiful women in these stories mostly focused on willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, fair skin, and large eyes; they never seemed to describe the elasticity or curves of a woman's body.

Many literary works ended with the male and female protagonists kissing, and I had never seen or read pornographic films or handwritten copies.

Before this, I had only held hands with a female classmate in junior high (for only a few seconds), and had been given a sharp tap on the forehead (a finger slap) when joking around. After more than a month of riding the bus, I learned that some people on the bus would take advantage of the crowd to grope women's buttocks and breasts.

Having received several years of traditional education, I had always thought that women were meant to be admired and praised; I never imagined they could evoke such shameful urges in my body. My penis quickly became erect amidst her buttocks. At that time, I was wearing very thin sweatpants and baggy underwear, unlike briefs which could restrict my penis. My head buzzed, as if the sky had fallen; I was terrified by my own body's reaction and couldn't properly savor the sensation of her buttocks.

I instinctively tried to back away, but I felt so helpless. What embarrassed me even more was that whenever there was even an inch of space between us, my penis would immediately fill that space, becoming even thicker and larger. Her buttocks were full and elastic, and I could clearly feel the soft warmth they gave me. That kind of erection under those specific circumstances was also noticeably different from usual, like a semi-erect state. You could clearly feel the swelling from your lower body, but it was definitely not an unbreakable hardness. That feeling is unforgettable.

She must have sensed it, because I saw her face turn red, her hand nervously gripping her purse, trying to push forward, but to no avail, just like me. When everything in the car quieted down, we stopped our pointless struggle, because that would only increase friction, the area and intensity of contact. I saw her eyes close, a helpless silence, a resigned acceptance. Her face, with its captivating blush, remained as beautiful as a painting.

Years later, I read an article in a magazine that said different women have different attitudes towards sexual harassment. Those who are less attractive often shout and yell, using this method to show they are eye-catching, while beautiful women try to avoid it, not screaming. If they can't avoid it, they will try to prevent it from happening again, because beautiful women are harassed too often, and if they screamed every time, their voices would be ruined quickly. I think that must have been her situation. In that era, besides buses, bicycles were the only means of transportation, so there was basically no choice.

I dared not move. We were pressed tightly together, my chest and her back not an inch apart. Her beautiful hair wafted in my nostrils, its intoxicating fragrance tempting me to sin. My heart pounded against her back, and I thought she might feel it as much as she felt my penis.

The bus began to move, carrying a full load of passengers, my intense pleasure, and her silence, heading forward. Although I dared not move, the bus's jolting and the jostling of other passengers naturally created friction between us, and I felt my penis extending deeper and deeper into her buttocks. My face must have been burning red, and my mind was in turmoil.

Pleasure told me to seize this opportunity and savor this earthly delight, but reason told me it was a rogue's act, shameful. Just then, I made a move, perhaps the only time I acted without my brain's consent: I suddenly reached out my left hand from beside my thigh.

(IV)

This was almost a reflex. My left hand swiftly moved down from my abdomen to her back, immediately covering my engorged member, the back of my hand pressing directly against her buttocks. Startled by this sudden movement, she immediately opened her eyes, which had been closed, and moved her head away from her right hand. Seeing that I made no further moves, she seemed to relax. To be honest, for so many years I haven't been able to explain this action. Perhaps it's the direct influence of years of upbringing on my behavior.

I'm not a saint; I lack the self-control to remain unmoved, but subconsciously I still tend to be a gentleman. At that moment, I felt incredibly relaxed, even a sense of self-importance, but after the relaxation came a lot of regret.

Then, she rested her head back on her right hand, which was gripping the overhead railing, and peacefully closed her eyes. I think I saw a slight, approving smile on her lips. I remained motionless, but the car's jolting naturally brought us into a state of mutual compression. My middle finger, under the pressure of my penis, directly touched the center of her buttocks; even the slightest friction brought me immense pleasure. The large area of the back of my hand contacting her elastic, plump, and firm buttocks was truly exhilarating. However, an even greater embarrassment was yet to come!

This was a time of great change in China, with many places undertaking massive urban road construction to overcome economic bottlenecks. A section of this highway was under expansion, the road riddled with potholes, and cars basically swayed along the way, constantly encountering traffic jams.

Today, passing through here was smooth, without any suffocating traffic jams, but the intense jolting was unbearable. The entire carriage swayed up and down, left and right, with the rhythm of the car's movement. Accompanied by the passengers' complaints, the back of my hand constantly felt the impact from her buttocks, while my suppressed penis unexpectedly experienced a surge of pleasure.

I had never masturbated before, but this was even more intense than masturbation. It was like masturbating while simultaneously caressing—no, squeezing—the full, warm buttocks of a mature woman with the back of my hand. I tried to control my breathing, but my hot breath still kept hitting her ear.

My reddened eyes saw the profile of her face: a straight nose, long, thin, black eyebrows, a white neck, a rosy complexion, delicate, beautiful earrings. The waves of pleasure from the friction between my hand and her beautiful flesh made me feel like the sky was spinning, the earth was shaking, and I felt as if I were floating on clouds. The crowd surrounding me seemed to have disappeared, and only my throbbing head, her buttocks, the back of my hand, and my erect penis remained in the world.

The Yangtze and Yellow Rivers collapsed, the floodwaters burst, and I ejaculated, releasing 16 years of pent-up desire and longing for her beautiful buttocks. It was the first time I had ejaculated consciously, and I was stunned! Her eyelashes fluttered in sync with the spasms of my groin, but she kept her eyes closed throughout. I felt my entire groin was wet, and my palms were sticky with semen seeping through my pants.

The train finally arrived at a stop, more people got off, and the carriage wasn't so crowded anymore. Stunned, I didn't pull away from her, and she didn't move either. Sometime later, we separated, and I could smell a protein-like odor in the air. I didn't know what to do with my hands, and I didn't dare look at my crotch; it was definitely wet. In a daze, I thought I saw her turn slightly to look at me. I retreated in shame and, luckily, found a single seat, immediately curling up and sitting down.

I looked out the window; the sun was shining brightly, and the streets were bustling with activity. I started to worry—how could I show my wet crotch to anyone? Luckily, I could ride all the way to the final stop—the city stadium.

With a screech of brakes, I knew the bus had stopped at her stop. I looked up and saw her staring at me, a slight smile on her flushed face—a mischievous grin, like she was looking at a silly child. When our eyes met, we quickly looked away. She passed by, carrying her unique feminine fragrance, my desire and regret, and my own reckless masculinity, and she was gone.

At the final stop, I didn't dare appear before my classmates and teachers immediately. I ran in the sunlight, floated in the wind, trying to dry my pants quickly. When I finally reached the sports field, our homeroom teacher immediately called me over. As class monitor, I shouldn't be late. I accepted his criticism.

Let me introduce him. Our homeroom teacher's surname is Liu, we call him Liu San. He's over 50, with a full head of white hair, and teaches math. Even when he's only a meter away, you can smell a strong odor of smoke. He liked to give us thought-provoking questions during class, which was usually when he indulged his craving for cigarettes—usually three, hence his nickname "Liu the Three." He quite liked me.

"What's wrong with you today? Not feeling well? Cough cough." Perhaps it was because my face was still a little flushed.

"Yes, teacher, I have a fever today." Of course I had a fever; I felt burning hot and uncomfortable just now.

"Oh, you need to be careful. Remember to arrange for the students to cheer you on today. If you're too tired, don't overexert yourself."

"Thank you, teacher."

A little while later, after the opening ceremony, the competition began. One of my buddies couldn't wait to run over. I call him Little Ma; he's a year and a half older than me. He's tall and strong. I heard that in junior high, he often hung out with gangsters, getting into fights and chasing girls. However, his family is well-off; his father is a pilot, his mother is a hotel manager, and his only sister is a flight attendant. So he has the Sony Walkman we all envied, stylish sneakers, and the handsome looks I envied.

Everyone has flaws, and he just wasn't good at studying—not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't. He had a thuggish, domineering air about him, never giving face to anyone, and even daring to act tough with teachers. However, he admired me, admired my eloquence, and liked my humor. Perhaps more importantly, he often lent me his homework to copy.

"Come on, let's go watch the long jump!" Seeing his excited look, I knew this kid probably saw some pretty girl.

But I wasn't thinking about that; I was still preoccupied with what happened on the bus. Seeing that I didn't react, he grabbed me without a word and ran towards the sandpit, saying as he ran, "Xiao Jing from the second year of high school is about to jump! Damn! You're dressed really flashy today. What the hell happened to you today? Did you get beaten up or something? Didn't we agree to watch it together a few days ago?"

We quickly arrived at the edge of the sandpit, where there were so many people, mostly boys. Little Ma pushed aside a path, and we found ourselves in the best spot—the place where athletes usually land and get up after jumping, the best spot to look down at the girls' chests. I cursed, "You're fucking experienced, kid. How come I didn't notice you back in middle school?" He shook his head smugly.

Then my gaze was drawn to a figure standing opposite me. She was about 1.68 meters tall, wearing a black V-neck short-sleeved shirt that accentuated her fair skin, and red athletic shorts that made her legs look incredibly long. I'd seen her on the bus before, but I hadn't noticed how good her figure was, especially her skin and thighs. This time, she left a deep impression. She was intently watching the competition, her eyes large, her eyelashes long, exuding a serene and composed air. I nudged Little Ma with my elbow, "Who's that?" "

Damn, that's the school beauty, Xiao Jing! We're here to see her."

It was her turn to jump. A quick run-up, a powerful leap, her beautiful figure gliding through the air, accompanied by cheers as she landed. I saw her white breasts peeking out from her collar—they were surprisingly large! I even felt an erection. She stepped over the line! Everyone sighed; otherwise, it would have been the best result. She brushed the sand off her clothes and walked ahead alone. As she passed us, I saw Xiao Ma practically drooling. I nudged him: "You idiot!"

"Damn, she's fucking beautiful. She used to be in the class next to mine, always the school beauty. She was the long jump champion in junior high. I watched her jump every time. See? I wasn't lying."

"Not bad." I replied absentmindedly.

It was her turn to jump again, but she still stepped over the line. As she passed me, I suddenly said seriously, "Xiao Jing, don't rush, take your time." She turned around and glanced at me, giving me a kind smile.

Xiao Ma nudged me: "That's mine, you want to hit on her?" "

No, no, I'm just naturally kind-hearted."

In the crucial jump, she didn't disappoint Xiao Ma and me, winning the championship. After the event, Xiao Ma pulled me along and suddenly said, "Want to come to my house? I have some good stuff." "

(V)

Of course I knew what good stuff he was talking about. After Xiao Ma recognized me as his brother, he kept inviting me to his house, saying he had some pornographic books, magazines, and videotapes, but I always refused. I had never been exposed to these things, and if someone found out, the school would issue a notice of criticism or even expel me. Of course, I wouldn't joke about my future and reputation, so although I was very curious, I always refused against my will.

But I am not the same person I used to be. I have started to feel something in terms of sex, and I need comprehensive and systematic learning, so I immediately agreed to his request. Xiao Ma went to ask Liu San for leave, saying that I was feeling very unwell and needed to rest at his house. Teacher Liu agreed with concern.

I sat on the back of Xiao Ma's mountain bike, and Xiao Ma asked me: "Did you see Xiao Jing today and think about women? I thought you wouldn't come." I laughed: "Damn, if you don't want me to come, then forget it." "I'm happy you're coming. My dad just brought some pornographic tapes from Japan. They're pretty good. Let me show you." "Wow, your family is so open-minded! Your dad lets you watch this. If my mom knew I wanted to watch this, she'd give me a piece of her mind." "I stole it. I know where Dad hides the tapes." "Your mom doesn't care that your dad watches this?" "You seem like a smart person, but you're an idiot in this area. You haven't grown up. They show this kind of thing in foreign cinemas, you know? My parents often watch it together, but they think we kids don't know anything. How clever am I? I can tell what kind of thing it is just by smelling it." "Soon, we arrived at Xiao Ma's house. It was huge, beautifully decorated, and filled with imported appliances. His father often buys things from abroad. A few days ago, Xiao Ma told me his father earned over 1000 yuan by buying a color TV for someone in Japan—that's two months' salary for my mother! Seeing my envious look, Xiao Ma handed me a can of Coca-Cola.

Then I was drawn to the photos on the wall—their family portrait. Xiao Ma's father was wearing a white uniform, handsome and dashing; his mother was in a black dress, exuding elegance—she looked only thirty-five or thirty-six despite being over forty, possessing a mature woman's charm. His sister was wearing a blue..." The flight attendants in their bright red uniforms looked youthful and beautiful; Xiao Ma was also dashing. Everyone in their family was quite tall; Xiao Ma was almost 1.80 centimeters, and her sister was 1.70. I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy—what a handsome family!

While I was admiring their family photo, Xiao Ma was busy moving the VCR from the living room to his bedroom, connecting the power and lifting the machine. It wasn't that I didn't want to help, but I was afraid of breaking it, and I couldn't afford to pay for the damage. I went into his room; there were beautiful bookshelves, a desk, a stereo system, and a large color TV. On the bedside table were photos of him and his sister; his sister was truly beautiful, with a sparkle in her eyes.

"How much older is your sister than you?" "Five years, she's 23 this year. Isn't she beautiful? There's a whole platoon of guys chasing after her!" "Your family won't suddenly come back, will they?" I was still a little worried.

"My dad flies to America, my sister flies to Hong Kong, and my mom usually doesn't get home until 6 pm. Don't worry." He ran into his father's room and took out a videotape. By then, the curtains were drawn and the door was closed, leaving only the light from the television. A strong sense of lust permeated the room.

The program started, but I don't remember the specific details. It was Japanese porn, and I couldn't understand a word of the gibberish Japanese. I just remember two couples having sex in various places: in the garden, in the swimming pool, on the sofa, on the floor, in the stairwell, and of course, on the bed. They were doing 3P, 4P, swapping, intercourse, oral sex, and anal sex.

Nowadays, I wouldn't even watch those repetitive, mechanical pornographic videos; they lack aesthetic appeal and artistry. I much prefer adult films. But back then, seeing a completely naked woman on screen for the first time was so visually stimulating that my penis went from hard to over, and even after it ended, I couldn't stand up. I felt hot all over, my mouth was dry, and I'd already drunk every last drop of my cola.

Xiao Ma said regretfully, "I had a few more tapes, but my buddy borrowed them. Otherwise, I could have watched to my heart's content today. If you watch one more time, I need to prepare lunch." So I stopped watching and joined him in cooking.

Just five minutes later, the door suddenly opened, and his mother came back, startling us. Luckily, Xiao Ma was experienced; after watching the video, he cleaned up the mess perfectly, leaving no trace. But I was still blushing furiously.

"Mom, this is my class monitor, I've mentioned him to you often. He's coming to our house today." "Welcome, classmate. Please help Xiao Ma more in the future. I'm counting on you for his studies." "Auntie, you're too kind. Xiao Ma and I are good brothers. I'll do my best." At this moment, I began to examine her closely. She wore light makeup, which was very fashionable. Her figure was slightly fuller than in the photos, and her skin was well-maintained. There were only crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but it also showed the unique charm of a middle-aged woman. Perhaps it was because I had just watched porn, but my little brother couldn't help but stand up again. I was so scared that I immediately sat down.

My aunt had already gone to the kitchen to cook for us—a sumptuous lunch! I ate until my belly was round and full. My aunt seemed to like me a lot, constantly asking about my situation. When she learned how far my home was from school, she even offered to let me stay with them, partly to help Xiao Ma with his studies, and partly to save me a lot of time. But I immediately refused. I felt a deep sense of inferiority in their home, not because of financial reasons, but because I felt ugly.

That afternoon, I spent the whole afternoon chatting with Xiao Ma at his house. He already considered me a close friend, telling me everything. It turned out he was the apple of his family's eye, and they put a lot of pressure on him, hoping he would get into university, but he wasn't interested in studying.

He also told me his secret: he had a crush on Xiao Jing for three years. He could do whatever he wanted in front of other girls, but he didn't dare pursue Xiao Jing, always feeling inferior because Xiao Jing was an excellent girl in academics, arts, and sports, and she still hadn't noticed his existence. I encouraged him to focus on his studies first, and then try his luck.

"Teacher, do you have a girl you like?" I smiled bitterly; I still couldn't open my heart to him. It turns out I had a crush on a classmate from junior high, but now, my mind is filled with Shao Ming's image—her every smile, her voluptuous figure, her subtle fragrance. I don't know if this is lust or love. Perhaps young men are always prone to changing their affections.

I couldn't sleep that night. Maybe too much had happened today: my first ejaculation, my first time watching porn. Had I fallen? But that feeling was so wonderful. If there were a next time, would I seize the opportunity? I couldn't help

thinking about Shao Ming, and I found myself hard. I couldn't resist masturbating. When the pleasure subsided, I was filled with deep self-reproach.

For over a month, I searched for Shao Ming's voluptuous figure in the crowded streets on my way to and from school, but strangely, someone I usually saw every two days was nowhere to be found.

And so I lived in a frenzy. Every night, in the quiet of the night, I would masturbate, fantasizing about her. I also started to lose focus in class, and after a while, my grades began to decline significantly. My homeroom teacher contacted my parents to report the situation. My kind mother was heartbroken to see my grades drop, but she didn't want to pressure me. I was leaving early and coming home late every day, and I had clearly lost weight. She assumed it was because the school was too far away and I was too tired.

One day, I came home, and my mother happily told me that my cousin was going to Japan soon, and there was an apartment available behind my school that I could stay in. This would solve my problem of living far from school and also help a relative look for a house. But I would have to take care of my own food and laundry.

I knew my cousin's family was quite wealthy; her husband had been in Japan for five years and had earned a lot of money. Their house had all the appliances I could need, and they treated me very well. I guessed my mother had probably begged her to let me stay there; otherwise, why would she let me stay?

I was deeply moved. Seeing my mother's graying hair, I vowed to improve my studies and live up to my mother's expectations.

(VI)

I began living alone. To be honest, I was quite happy. I could live a carefree life. Although I had to cook dinner and do laundry myself, my allowance would definitely increase. My cousin's family had everything: a washing machine, a TV, a VCR, and a refrigerator. Haha, their living conditions were much better than mine. But I also knew that I had a great responsibility and had to improve my studies.

On the weekend, I asked Xiao Ma to help me move and take some household items and books to my cousin's house. Xiao Ma came running over to help enthusiastically. When we arrived at my cousin's house, we tidied up a bit and it looked quite presentable.

Xiao Ma's eyes lit up: "Haha, now we have a base! We can eat, drink, play, watch videos, and pick up girls! It's great!" "Dream on! This is where I study and live. Don't mess around!" I had to keep this up, or something bad would happen sooner or later.

"Hey, your place is pretty close to my house. I'll talk to my family and ask if you can come over for dinner sometime, okay?" Heh, seeing the gleam in his eyes, I knew I absolutely couldn't agree, otherwise my cousin's house would definitely become a den of iniquity. So I just ignored him.

After changing environments, I no longer had to spend two hours commuting every day, nor did I have to search for Shao Ming in crowds. My inappropriate thoughts decreased, and I had more time to study. Living alone made masturbation and smoking easier; I wasn't as restrained as at home. I could watch videos naked and do whatever I wanted. And Xiao Ma would occasionally give me some good stuff—not only porn, but also handwritten books, brothels, and other things. Luckily, I had good self-control and was in good health, so sometimes it didn't matter if I stayed up late. With improved studies, my progress was quite noticeable.

Because I lived near Xiao Ma's house, his mother would invite me over for meals every few days. At first, I was a little embarrassed, but after a while, we became very close. They genuinely cared for me, which I could clearly feel. Of course, from a parent's perspective, being friends with me was definitely safer than hanging out with those petty thugs—you become like those you associate with. But conversely, I was definitely influenced by my surroundings.

Under my influence, Xiao Ma's studies improved significantly. I had good study habits: finishing all my homework before dinner, previewing tomorrow's lessons, and then spending the rest of the time reading extracurricular books, watching TV, listening to music, playing guitar, and tutoring Xiao Ma.

Later, I basically ate dinner at Xiao Ma's house every evening. Before that, Xiao Ma had to do his homework with me, and he usually spent his evenings at their house. This change in study habits directly led to an improvement in his academic performance. The power of example is immense; Xiao Ma admired me more and more, almost calling me "big brother."

Xiao Ma's family was overjoyed to see the changes in him, and they treated me more and more like family, even adopting me as their godson. At that time, my brother went to the United States due to the wave of people going abroad, and my mother was stationed in Beijing for work, leaving me alone at home. They only gave me 300 yuan a month for living expenses, and I hardly spent any money, just paying for utilities. When I was with Xiao Ma, he always paid for movies and video games, so I spent most weekends with his family. This period was truly happy; I genuinely considered Xiao Ma a brother.

The first time I met Xiao Ma's sister, I was absolutely stunned! Her name was Ma Xiaolan. She was tall, with fair skin, beautiful features, very expressive eyes, and a straight nose. If Shao Ming embodied mature beauty, then Sister Lan possessed youthful beauty; Shao Ming was elegant, while Sister Lan was lively.

She loved to sing and had a sweet voice. As time went by, we became more and more familiar, especially after I became her godson. She treated me so well that I couldn't harbor any impure thoughts. Every time she returned from a flight, she would bring Xiao Ma and me some small gifts from abroad, such as Tshirt, jeans, ballpoint pens, small ornaments, stamps, and cassette tapes. I didn't have a sister, but now I have a wonderful sister, Lan Jie, I'm so happy.

Lan Jie likes to sing, and sometimes I accompany her on the guitar. She always praises my guitar playing.

One weekend afternoon, it was just the two of us at home (Xiao Ma had gone out to play with his friends), Lan Jie asked me to teach her to play the guitar. I stood behind her, showing her how to hold the guitar and play. Because we were so close, the fragrance emanating from her body made me feel restless, and the inevitable contact between our fingers made me fantasize. Her skin was as white and delicate as milk, her hands were so slender, and my eyes couldn't help but wander over her body.

Lan Jie was wearing a loose batwing top, and through the neckline, I could clearly see a glimpse of her white breasts peeking out of her black bra, arched high by the guitar, so fleshy. My penis couldn't help but get erect, thankfully the jeans prevented it from immediately deforming.

I remember when my sister couldn't quite get the hang of a certain move, I had to hug her from behind, placing my hands on hers and guiding her finger movements. My penis inevitably brushed against her back slightly; her body was so soft, her breasts so high and full, and her fragrance so intoxicating. I couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Sister Lan was truly a beauty that made men want to rape her.

Honestly, if this seductive moment had lasted a little longer, I might have actually done something.

Luckily, a phone call came; Sister Lan had to go out.

"I'm going to a friend's house. You can teach me next time. Tell Mom I'll be back late and not to cook for me." Sister Lan had a happy smile on her face; it seemed she was going to meet her boyfriend. I wondered who was so lucky to win the heart of such a beauty; they would surely die in bed with her someday. I felt a little jealous, and also a slight sense of loss.

Sister Lan hummed a song as she went to the bathroom to take a shower; she seemed very happy. She already smelled so good, I wondered why she needed a shower!

I was quite bored, so I went to sleep on Xiao Ma's bed. I had a dream. In it, I was in a crowded train carriage, holding Shao Ming in my arms. I was frantically rubbing my genitals against her buttocks; it felt so warm. I even touched her breasts. Suddenly, she turned and smiled at me—so beautiful! But then, her face suddenly turned into Sister Lan's? I ejaculated in a rush.

I woke up with a start, sitting up weakly, and couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if this dream could continue forever. Feeling a cold, damp sensation in my genitals, I went to the bathroom to clean myself.

As I washed my semen-soaked underwear and penis with a towel, I suddenly saw a black bra and a white pair of panties in the basin. They were Sister Lan's! A surge of excitement coursed through me. I ran out, confirmed that I was indeed alone at home, and then went back into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

With trembling hands, I cupped Lan Jie's black lace bra. Just ten minutes ago, it had rested quietly on her full, white breasts, still warm from her body. I buried my face deep in the bra, a sweet, sensual fragrance filling my nostrils. Lan Jie's lingerie was undoubtedly high-end, with a novel design. The bra was front-opening, and the panties were silk. I searched every nook and cranny with my nose, savoring the scent of Lan Jie's body.

My penis became erect again, so strong! At the slightest stimulation, it was always the first to charge. Growing increasingly excited, I no longer cared about anything else. I immediately stripped naked, one hand clutching Lan Jie's bra, the other her panties, incessantly sniffing and caressing them against my own body, as if Lan Jie were caressing me.

The smoothness of the silk lingerie and the stimulating scent of Lan Jie's body made me lose all thought. I pulled Lan Jie's panties directly over my erect penis and began to masturbate vigorously, greedily kissing her fragrant bra. The scent was so alluring; I'll remember it forever. This was far more stimulating than masturbation—it involved touch, taste, smell, and sight.

I fantasized about my penis surging and pounding inside Lan Jie, imagining her blushing face, panting softly. I called out her name, inhaling her scent, and masturbated intensely—the intense stimulation! I ejaculated quickly, spraying directly onto Lan Jie's white panties. When everything subsided, I started to panic. If the Ma family found out, I'd be dead. So I immediately cleaned up the mess, washed the underwear, and hung it out. Luckily, Lan Jie came home late that day, probably thinking her godmother had washed her underwear; everything was fine.

Time passed quickly, final exams were approaching, and winter break was almost here. Xiao Ma's mother promised him that if he could rank in the top 25 of his class in the final exams, Lan Jie would take us on a vacation to Hainan. None of us had ever traveled before, so we threw ourselves into our studies with unprecedented enthusiasm.

Just then, our homeroom teacher, Mr. Liu, was hospitalized with lung cancer. As the class monitor, I visited him; he was incredibly thin, and I couldn't help but shed tears. He was a very respectable teacher, still caring deeply for his classmates even in his illness. Returning from the hospital, I couldn't help but feel saddened by the fragility of life and the unpredictability of the world. How helpless a vibrant person can be when they fall ill! What should we pursue in life?

The final exams ended, and I achieved excellent results, ranking first in the grade. Xiao Ma, however, didn't achieve his goal, only ranking 28th. I was deeply disappointed, unable to go on the trip with my dear Lan Jie. However, I could tell that Xiao Ma's parents were very happy; after all, this was his best result ever, and my status in their family was rising daily.

On the very day the report cards were handed out, the head of the section found me and said very heavily that Teacher Liu's illness would not get better in the short term, and that our class would have a new homeroom teacher next semester. It just so happened that the school's music teacher was also going on maternity leave, and an intern music teacher would be assigned as our substitute homeroom teacher, which was the biggest difference from other classes. Because it was a subject teacher as the homeroom teacher, I would have to cooperate more with the new homeroom teacher in my studies.

I listened obediently, not really taking it to heart. I'm sorry

to have kept you all waiting, but I really didn't have much free time. And I don't have the quick wit of Brother zhxm. I continued writing mainly so as not to disappoint everyone. Thank you all.

(VII)

The winter vacation passed quickly. During the vacation, I often went to Xiao Ma's house to play, but Sister Lan was always flying around, so I could only try my best to tutor Xiao Ma in some basic courses.

I felt a little lost emotionally, but materially I was incredibly wealthy. During the Spring Festival, Xiao Ma's parents and Sister Lan gave me a lot of lucky money. Combined with my own savings and the lucky money my mother gave me, my savings had exceeded 2000 yuan, which was no small sum. My older brother also frequently sent money home from the United States and encouraged me to study hard so he could send me abroad in the future. Brotherly love is strong, and his future financial support will be indispensable.

During the holidays, I also played chess and ball games with my former classmates. One day, I heard that my former PE teacher had gone to Japan to study and earn money. Wasn't that Shao Ming's husband? But I also knew that I might never see her again in this lifetime. The world is sometimes so big that it makes you feel like an insignificant little ant.

School started. I remember it was a Saturday in February 1990. I went to school with my winter vacation homework and registration fee, and organized a few class officers to register the students. Then the head of the grade came and said that the new homeroom teacher would officially start work that afternoon, and asked us class officers to fully cooperate with her work. She introduced her as a talented individual recruited by the school, saying that if her internship this semester went well, she would become a full-fledged teacher after the summer vacation. During the afternoon class meeting, the head of the grade would formally introduce her to all the students.

That afternoon, under the watchful eyes of all the students, the head of the grade walked onto the podium with a slender, beautiful woman. I was stunned, my face flushing red. It was Shao Ming! She had almost vanished from my memory; her beautiful face had become blurred in my mind, seemingly gradually replaced by Sister Lan. But now she stood on our class's podium, radiant. As the class monitor, I had even forgotten to say "Stand up!"

The section chief gave me a disapproving look, then introduced her to the class: "Classmates, this is your new homeroom teacher, Ms. Shao. She's a very talented woman; she's won national dance competitions and is excellent at both singing and dancing. She's currently a dance instructor with the city's amateur dance troupe, and she'll be in charge of all the school's extracurricular activities. So, although she's a subject teacher and very busy, you all need to be self-disciplined in your studies. Okay, Ms. Shao, I'm now handing this class over to you." Shao Ming looked around, then said in a magnetic voice: "Classmates, my name is Shao Ming, and I'm only a little over ten years older than you. I hope to be not only your teacher but also your friend and older sister.

So, if you have any problems with your studies or life, be sure to come to me." She pointed to her ample chest as she spoke slowly. When her eyes met mine, she visibly froze, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Only then did I get a good look at Shao Ming. Her hair was thick and black, casually tied in a ponytail. Her long, curved eyebrows were very charming, below which were large, double-lidded eyes. Beyond her well-proportioned features were her flawless, white skin, and the soft lines of her neck. My gaze was drawn to her full breasts, which stood proudly upright. Despite the layers of clothing, you could still feel their elasticity and softness.

She wore a beige pantsuit, and the lines below her chest were like those of a knife cut, revealing an incredibly sexy abdomen. Her buttocks, which I longed for so much, were so perfectly rounded! No wonder she was a dancer; her figure was top-notch.

This was the true image of a music teacher in my mind. Seeing all this, I couldn't help but get an erection in class. My god! My little brother stood at attention when he saw Shao Ming.

Suddenly, the section leader said, "Class monitor, stand up!" I hurriedly stood up, not daring to stand straight.

"This is Wenhua, the class monitor. She's excellent in both character and academics, and also good at extracurricular activities. You need to cooperate well with Teacher Shao." I nodded nervously. I noticed Teacher Shao's gaze seemed to be fixed on my crotch. I hurriedly sat down, accidentally knocking my pencil case to the ground, which caused the whole class to burst into laughter. When I picked up the pencil case, I looked up and saw Teacher Shao smiling at me. I quickly lowered my head, feeling a mix of emotions.

Later, everyone gave brief self-introductions. When it was my turn, I said, "I will do my best to support the teacher's work." On the way home, I said to Xiao Ma, "What do you think of the homeroom teacher?" "So beautiful and sexy! How can we have music class now? Just looking at her is enough, hehe." I immediately said to Xiao Ma very seriously, "If anyone ever speaks rudely to Teacher Shao, I won't be polite. Xiao Ma, you're my brother, will you help me?" Seeing my serious look, Xiao Ma immediately said, "Teacher, just say the word, and I'll listen to you. But do you like the homeroom teacher?" "You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth!" That night, I was so excited I couldn't sleep. That strange yet familiar smile lingered in my mind, and the youthful restlessness in my heart made me masturbate again. Ah! Shao Ming, I love you.

In order to meet Teacher Shao Ming on the bus, I lied to Xiao Ma's family, saying that my mother had returned from out of town and that I would be going home often. So I resumed my search for that mature and beautiful figure in the morning and evening crowds. Strangely, no matter how early I got up or how late I left, I couldn't find her at the station. She was a subject teacher, teaching only one music class and one class meeting per week. Unlike other subject teachers, she wasn't often at school, and she also oversaw some off-campus dance training, making her rarely seen.

Ms. Shao followed an open teaching management style, fully trusting her students. She mobilized the class leaders to take responsibility for students who weren't doing well in their subjects, usually assigning tasks during class meetings. Her beauty, kindness, and respect for her students were truly refreshing.

Some of the other subject teachers, for reasons unknown (most of them were men!), became particularly diligent and responsible in their teaching of our class. Class discipline suddenly improved significantly, and some struggling students showed a much better attitude towards learning, which I admired greatly. At the same time, I couldn't figure out her whereabouts.

I always kept my head down in her class. I couldn't resist her charm, afraid yet longing to meet her gaze, feeling guilty like a thief. I couldn't concentrate in other classes either, losing my appetite and becoming restless.

The daily commute caused my grades to slip again.

I thought of following her after class to see where she was, but after school, I searched every classroom in the school and couldn't find her. I was also very frustrated; I felt she treated me the same as all the other students, with no difference in attitude, or even worse. I felt life was abandoning me, and love was leaving me.

I started to become increasingly self-destructive, and I smoked more and more. Many female classmates could already smell the faint scent of tobacco on me, but I didn't care. Subconsciously, it seemed I wanted to become worse so that Ms. Shao would care about me. Her concern for students who weren't doing well in school was meticulous.

So I set a goal for myself: if I didn't see her by today, I would go back to my cousin's house; after all, a student's studies were more important.

That day after school, I squeezed onto the crowded bus, only to find Xiaojing standing right in front of me. Rumors were spreading throughout the school that this school beauty was in a relationship. Apparently, she was dating the student council president, two years her senior. Her college-aged boyfriend had written letters to the school, which were opened by busybodies and filled with cheesy, sweet nothings. The whole school was in an uproar, and teachers were constantly calling her in for talks. Poor thing, her privacy was violated, and she had to face the ridicule of the whole world.

Xiao Ma was devastated when he found out, but thankfully, he wasn't one to be trifled with; he quickly found a beautiful girl from a tourism school to soothe his grief. Ha! Young love is always so fickle.

I was already quite familiar with her, though we hadn't really talked much. We were both active in extracurricular activities at school; she was good at track and field and singing, while I had participated in school speech and poetry competitions, so we'd supported each other a few times—you could say we admired each other.

She saw me and nodded. I politely said, "Hello!" At that moment, the carriage became incredibly crowded. I pressed myself against her slender figure, thankfully separated by my backpack. To be honest, my mind was currently occupied by Shao Ming, and perhaps Lan Jie could also arouse my desire; I had little interest in other women. We started chatting in the crowded carriage, mostly about school activities, who was good in our class, and so on.

After a few stops, the train became increasingly crowded. Suddenly, Xiao Jing said to me, "It's too crowded, can you walk with me for a while?" "Sure!" Anyway, I wasn't in a good mood, and there was a beautiful bridge ahead, perfect for a walk to clear

my head. We finally managed to get off the train. It was sunset, and several fishing boats were cruising on the river, their surface shimmering. The bridge was bustling with people, and a gentle breeze was blowing—it was very pleasant. She spread her arms and ran, suddenly shouting, startling me as I chased after her.

"Are you feeling down?" "Yes, I feel like the world is so worldly right now. I have no friends, no one I can trust, and I feel so depressed." I saw a hint of tears welling up in her eyes.

"Xiaojing, if you think like that, you're wrong. I know so many people used to like you, and at least you still have a boyfriend. I wasn't as lucky as you; the person I liked didn't even realize I existed. You might think people are nosy these days, but isn't there a saying? 'Walk your own path and let others talk.' Look at the beautiful scenery by the river. When you're troubled, reading a book or listening to music can help you understand many emotions and melodies you couldn't understand before. In a couple of years, everyone will go their separate ways. Don't care too much about what others think of you; the key is to be yourself!" She froze, stopped walking, and looked at me with gratitude—a look of long-awaited understanding and disbelief. "What was I like before?" "Don't be angry when I tell you. When I first came to school, I heard you were a school beauty, and quite flirtatious. But from my observation, you're a very lively and ambitious girl, carefree, confident, beautiful, and energetic—that's the real you. Didn't you hear the jealousy in the tone of those who gossiped about you?

At least I envy you; in the evil old society, you would already be someone's mother. Feelings are hard to resist, aren't they? Her arrival came without warning. Which young girl doesn't experience springtime?" "Hehe, very poetic! You seem to be expressing your feelings directly!" I laughed awkwardly. We had unknowingly walked to the riverbank and found a clean place to sit down.

"I'm so happy today. I've been wanting to confide in someone for so long, but there's no one to listen. All my so-called good friends have disappeared. Even my parents are wary of me like thieves. If I had known you were so understanding, I would have come to you." "Why didn't you come to him?" "I hate him so much now! He told me a few days ago that we were breaking up!" "Why? Did the teacher go to talk to him?" "He has a new girlfriend. What am I? Now he's ruined my reputation, and I have to face all of this.

And he's off having a good time." Xiaojing wrapped her arms around her long legs, biting her lip as she spoke fiercely.

My mind involuntarily conjured up the image of her boyfriend. I had seen him on the school's admissions board—a very handsome young man. I never expected him to be such a fickle person. I felt a pang of pity for Xiaojing. Without any impure thoughts, I placed my hand on her shoulder, letting her lean on mine.

She cried sadly on my shoulder. I remembered the lyrics, "This is the price of growing up." She cried even harder, throwing herself into my arms. Aside from Shao Ming, I've never been this close to any other woman, and now she's so emotionally dependent on me. I feel quite noble, like an emotional healer, knowing her crying can completely dispel her sorrow.

I gently patted her back. Her fragrance filled my nostrils. But at this moment, I felt no lust; my emotions seemed to have been elevated. After all, humans aren't driven by lust.

She cried for a while, then suddenly looked up and said something that made me burst out laughing: "You smell so strongly of smoke, it's awful." "Ha, you're so ungrateful! I offered you my shoulder to cry on when you were sad, and you say that? Who offers me a shoulder when I'm sad? Don't lean on me if you don't like it!" "I like it, it's a bit manly. What's on your mind? Tell me. If you want to cry, you can lean on my shoulder." She reverted to her fiery self. I silently rested my head on her shoulder, saying nothing. She patted me like a baby.

Smelling her virgin fragrance, my heart stirred. I realized Xiaojing was such a wonderful girl, beautiful and vibrant. "Let me lean on your shoulder for a while. I'll tell you about me later, okay?" "Okay, sweet little brother." I closed my eyes as she gently stroked me. Time seemed to stand still. We had found an outlet for our emotions; I wished time could just stand still.

(VIII)

From then on, Xiaojing became my best friend. I became the only person she could confide in. She even seemed eager to understand me. I went back to my cousin's house, but my studies didn't improve quickly. I indulged in my fantasies, music, and cigarettes. Xiaoma, having fallen in love, visited me less and less, and I visited their house less often, except when Lanjie came back. Xiaojing became a frequent visitor to my humble abode.

She often came to my cousin's house on Saturday afternoons when she didn't have classes, tidying my room, chatting with me, and listening to music.

The weather was getting warmer. One weekend afternoon, I was watching porn at home, and at one point, I was masturbating naked while watching. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Xiaojing called out to me loudly from the doorway. I hurriedly gathered my things and opened the door. She was full of energy today, dressed in sportswear that accentuated her beautiful figure, her fair skin slightly flushed. She probably ran all the way, as there was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. "Were you doing something naughty in your room? Why are you so late?" She rushed in immediately, looking around.

I smelled her virgin scent. "No, I was sleeping." "Trying to lie to me?" she asked, pointing to the neat bed.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer, so I asked her in return, "Where did you come from, all rushing around like that?" "Just went to training, getting ready for the city's middle school sports meet." She was still trying to find some incriminating evidence against me, her eyes constantly searching.

"You don't suspect someone's hiding in my room, do you?" "Who knows? I'm so thirsty, get me a glass of water." I went to the kitchen to get water, and suddenly heard her cheer: "Found it! Haha, what a great videotape!" I immediately rushed out to snatch the tape back from her, but she nimbly dodged, laughing triumphantly. I quickly said, "This one's broken. If you want to watch it, I have 'A Better Tomorrow' here." "I don't believe you! I want to watch it, is it a porn tape?" Looking at the beautiful Xiaojing, I was a little impulsive, but back then, this was a matter of quality. I hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know, Xiao Ma lent it to me, I was just about to watch it when you came." "That hooligan's tape, it must be a porn tape, you want to watch this too?" She looked at me in surprise, as if she didn't recognize me.

I awkwardly took the tape from her and said, "I was just curious. You won't tell anyone, will you?" The room fell silent. It was very awkward. I secretly glanced at her flushed face, but felt a thrill inside. After a while, to ease the tension, I said, "Actually, it's not a big deal to look. Xiao Ma said his parents often watch it together. Besides, it'll be useful when he grows up." "His parents watch it together? No wonder he's such a hooligan! His parents have such low morals!" Hearing this, I was a little unhappy. "No, his parents are both college students, and they're very nice people. They're my godparents. You've had boyfriends before, humph, maybe you've even done it!" "No, we just hugged and cuddled, nothing more." "I don't believe you. Didn't the teacher say that many relationships start with hugging and cuddling?" Seeing her face turn slightly pale with anger, I felt a pang of regret and quickly added, "I'm sorry. But what do you think of me?" "Not bad, but now I need to re-evaluate you," she said, biting her lip.

"I think everyone has two sides, a good side and a bad side. People aren't one-dimensional. As long as you don't hurt others, that's fine. Chairman Mao, the great leader, was married four times, but does that mean he was bad? I've seen those kinds of films, but I wouldn't do anything bad. People often make mistakes because of ignorance." "I can't argue with you; you're a master debater." Finally, she stopped dwelling on the matter, but I felt the atmosphere in the room was strange.

"You know what? The school is starting a dance team, and your dream guy is the coach. Unfortunately, I was selected too." Xiaojing and I were already very close, and I even told her the secrets Xiaoma hadn't told me, only omitting the bus part. At first, she thought I was joking, but she believed me after seeing the faint tears glistening in my melancholy eyes. I told her many of my feelings, and she seemed happy because of my trust, promising to help me collect information about the teachers.

One day, Teacher Shao Ming talked to me, mainly because of my declining grades. To be honest, this was probably the talk I had been hoping for. It was after a class meeting, and only the two of us were left in the classroom. The other students had gone to the playground to exercise. The afterglow of the setting sun streamed into the classroom. She sternly threw my recent exam papers in front of me, demanding an explanation.

I stood awkwardly in front of her, staring directly at her beautiful legs—the curves were alluring, and she wore white high heels. But at that moment, I had no mood to appreciate them. My face was probably burning red; I had never felt so uncomfortable in my life. I felt so humiliated in front of the person I loved.

"Wenhua, why have your grades dropped so quickly? I want to talk to your parents if you can't give me a reasonable explanation!" "My mother lives in another city, and I live alone. Teacher, I will try my best." I didn't dare to raise my head to speak.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me how you usually study and live. Who takes care of your daily life?" My eyes were undoubtedly unfocused, panicked, and unfocused. Looking into the teacher's questioning eyes, I was speechless, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Seeing my disheveled state, the teacher sighed, "Perhaps I haven't paid enough attention to you. Actually, of all the students, I pay the most attention to you. If you focus on your studies, you'll find it much easier. Your grades have always been excellent, you have a manly spirit, and you're an upright person. I have high expectations for you, so don't let me down! No matter what's on your mind right now, no matter how chaotic it is, you must prioritize and improve your studies. I definitely want to visit your home soon. Look at your test paper; many of the mistakes are things you should know how to do!" I, usually so eloquent, became speechless, only able to nod, unsure what to do with my hands. Seeing this, she patted my head and said, "Alright, think about it carefully." The days that followed were truly difficult. Trying to muster the energy to study with such unrealistic thoughts was already incredibly impractical.

It was another Saturday afternoon when Xiaojing came over. She told me that her dance team would start training the next afternoon at the school's badminton hall, and everyone had been given a set of practice clothes. I jokingly asked her to wear it for me, but she, usually so outgoing, blushed and refused. Haha, it must be a very revealing outfit.

She went to tidy up my room. Just then, Xiaoma called and said that Sister Lan had gone home and bought me a gift, asking me to come and pick it up. I hadn't seen Sister Lan in a long time, so I immediately ran there like a shot, leaving Xiaojing alone at my cousin's house.

But when I got to Xiaoma's house, I found that Sister Lan wasn't there. She had bought me a pair of sneakers and gone to meet her boyfriend. I saw that I had never seen this style in China before, and after putting them on, I suddenly felt taller than 1.70 meters. Xiaoma brought out two videotapes and asked if I wanted to watch them. It was a French film called "The Last Tango in Paris," which was very exciting. I asked if it was one of those kinds of tapes, and he said it was a world-famous film.

I suddenly remembered that I still had a pornographic film that I often used for masturbation on my bedside table. I couldn't let Xiaojing see it, even though she knew I had seen it. So I grabbed my things and ran home as fast as I could. At the door, I pressed my ear against it to listen for any sounds, but it was completely silent. Had she left? Suddenly, I thought I heard a sound, but it definitely wasn't Xiaojing's. So I tiptoed and opened the door. Seeing my bedroom door tightly closed, I pushed it open.

In the dark room, the TV was on, and Xiaojing was sitting on my bed, her face flushed, her eyes wide with surprise. The curtains were drawn, and the TV volume was low, but the seductive moans still reached my ears clearly. She was watching my porn!

Seeing my sudden appearance, Xiaojing panicked. I closed the door and sat down next to her. On the screen, a naked woman was riding a man, completely absorbed in the moment. Xiaojing's face was flushed; she was wearing a white V-neck tight-fitting short-sleeved top and a black mini-skirt, her long legs intertwined in unease. The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.

Suddenly, I burst out laughing. A flurry of light punches landed on my shoulder as she stammered, "What are you laughing at? I was just curious! I just turned it on and you're already here!" I laughed until tears streamed down my face, pointing at the VCR and saying, "It's been playing for over 20 minutes, and you're still curious? But Xiaojing, I told you a long time ago, watch it, it's nothing, it's better to know than to be ignorant." The remote was next to me, and she had to lean over to reach it. I thought she would either turn off the TV or get up and leave, but instead, she just sat there without moving. Thinking about how weak and powerless the punches she'd landed on me were, I figured this little girl must have been so shocked by the pornographic content that she lost all her strength. So I calmed down, leaning back slightly, and started watching the tape I'd seen countless times.

Maybe it was because of the exciting content, but I think it was more because a beautiful, shy girl was sitting next to me. I quickly got an erection; my loose beach shorts offered no restraint whatsoever, and a tent formed in my lower abdomen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xiaojing glancing at my erection every now and then while watching the video. How exciting!

The room was thick with lust; our breathing was rapid. I turned the volume up a bit. The good thing about this movie was the handsome man and the sexy woman, and the moaning was especially arousing. A few minutes later, the male lead finally pulled out after hundreds of powerful thrusts, changing positions several times, accompanied by the woman's exaggerated moans, and ejaculated on her face. The woman lasciviously licked his already ejaculated penis.

Xiaojing finally spoke, "How disgusting!" I looked at her and said, "Yeah, I wouldn't ejaculate in my beloved woman's mouth." She blushed and ran out. I turned off the TV, and then I noticed a small wet patch on my sheet. I went outside and saw her drinking water in large gulps. I asked her, "You've never done this with your boyfriend before?" "Are you kidding me! Asking that! No, we just hugged and cuddled. We didn't even kiss." She was fierce at first, but seeing my still-erect erection, she softened considerably. "I didn't even know boys got excited like that back then." "I'm leaving now. You decide whether to go tomorrow or not." After she left, I went back to that small patch of damp sheet, sniffed it carefully, and found no odor; it had dried quickly.

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