High school and female teacher

My High School Days with a Female Teacher
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This story is true; it happened to me, and only a few of my closest friends know about it. I don't know what everyone will think after reading this, but my feeling is that teachers, who appear serious and rigid on the stage, are also human beings, and also vibrant women.
It was during my second year of high school, an afternoon during a holiday tutoring session. During holiday tutoring, teachers usually leave right after class and don't stay in their offices.
I was the chemistry class representative at the time. One afternoon, it was the last class, an hour and a half long, and it happened to be chemistry. I didn't give the teacher any face and slept on my desk for more than half an hour, even having a dream—a rather erotic one at that (it just so happened). The teacher saw how unsteady I was sleeping and woke me up, asking me to go get some test papers for a classmate as homework. It seemed like a few pages were missing, and if they were, I had to run to the copy shop 200 meters away to make copies and, incidentally, wake myself up. I shook my head and took the key (our teacher assumed no one was in the office; usually, teachers leave by then), walked from the fifth-floor classroom to the first-floor office, and opened the door.
The first thing I saw was a pair of horrified eyes—they belonged to a chemistry teacher from the same grade. Let me introduce her: she was about twenty-eight or twenty-nine, newly married, the cold, professional type.
Then I saw a man and a woman engaging in sexual activity on the computer screen, and I could hear a woman's moans coming from her headphones (no wonder she didn't hear my footsteps). Next, I saw a hand reaching under her skirt into her underwear, white lace panties, and her flushed cheeks.
I froze, and she froze too. Then she opened her mouth and said something, her voice choked with emotion, which I couldn't understand. Instinctively, I went inside and closed the door.
In the next few seconds, I could almost hear the rush of sex hormones coursing through my body. My mind went blank, but my feet moved towards her. She first covered her private parts with her skirt, her eyes slowly shifting from fear to confusion. Her thighs were rubbing back and forth. I said what I think was the most appropriate thing I'd said so far: "Teacher, do you need any help?"
Then I walked up to her and held my erect penis in front of her. She lowered her head first, then nodded. I ran over and locked the door. When I returned, she had gotten up, seemingly unsure what to do. I pushed her back onto the stool, pulled down my pants, and put my penis in her mouth. She hesitated, but still took the head of my penis into her mouth. My expression was one of pleasure, but hers was one of pain, for reasons unknown.
About three minutes later, I spread her legs, took off her underwear, and noticed her pubic hair was very thick. Since it was my first time, I couldn't find the vaginal opening, so I just groped around randomly, which actually made her moan. Later, when I found the vaginal opening, I imitated what was shown in the movie and put my hand in and out, making loud splashing sounds. Then I couldn't hold back and put my penis in. As for how I felt at that moment?
Sorry, I've forgotten everything. My mind was completely blank. I only remember that later I tried to imitate what the people in the movie did and put my finger into her anus, but it seemed very uncomfortable. She had been looking very comfortable, but when I just put my hand in a little, she pushed my hand away in pain.
Later, I remember ejaculating twice. The first time, she felt it when I was about to ejaculate and pulled my penis out, ejaculating on the ground. The second time, I ejaculated directly inside. I forgot the specific details; I was too nervous, haha.
After we finished, she sat on the chair, panting heavily, her expression still dazed. I wiped my penis clean with her underwear, put my pants back on, grabbed the paper, and left.
Looking back now, I think the sudden sobriety after we finished probably scared me a bit. After all, I had made a mistake, and it felt like I had violated ethics and morality. I don't know how she handled it afterwards; everything just seemed normal.
I ran into her a few times afterward, but always when I was sober, so nothing happened. She remained aloof, and I would just nod and say hello to her, as if nothing had ever happened.
After graduation, I went back to school to see her a few times. Every time I saw her, I thought of that day, which made us feel even closer. Other classmates didn't understand, so I told them I had attended her after-school classes.
I can't say her name or school, but she has a black mole on the left side of her buttock, below her waist. I wonder if anyone has seen it.
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