【An Ordinary Me, An Extraordinary Experience】(The Game of Love) (3)

(III)

It was an ordinary day, with no warning that anything extraordinary would happen.

The second period in the afternoon was geometry class. When the bell rang, the geometry teacher didn't walk into

the classroom .

Before this, I heard from classmates that the geometry teacher had been dumped by her boyfriend. I didn't believe it; she's a very good person

and very beautiful. Only a fool would dump her.

Ten minutes had passed since the bell rang, and the geometry teacher still hadn't arrived, nor had any other teacher come to inform her.

Teachers had forgotten to come to class before due to work or other reasons, so it seemed I would have to

go and ask her.

I went to the teachers' office and looked through the glass; no one was inside. I went to the teachers' lounge,

but still no one was there. (It seemed all the teachers had disappeared.) Only one place remained—the teachers' dormitory.

Many of the newly assigned teachers were from out of town, and the school's benefits for teachers were quite good; these teachers all

lived in apartments. (Very nice apartments, one unit per person. Although not large.) The geometry teacher was also from out of town.

Students weren't usually allowed here, so only a small number of people knew which teacher lived in which

unit. To be honest, I really didn't know where the geometry teacher lived.

I arrived at the teachers' apartment building, a five-story, point-style building. I figured I'd have to try my luck; most teachers were

probably in class and few would be in the apartment.

I went up to the second floor. The security door to the left-hand unit wasn't locked. I figured the geometry teacher probably lived there. I

raised my hand to knock, but the door opened as soon as my hand touched it.

No lock? I wondered if there was a burglar. I gently pushed the door open and tiptoed inside. No

one was in the living room, no one was in the kitchen, and the bedroom door was ajar. I peeked inside—no burglar.

The geometry teacher was lying face down on the bed, her long hair almost completely covering her upper body. She seemed to be asleep.

I went over and gently nudged her.

She woke up, but looked groggy, her eyes bloodshot.

I took her arm, and she groggily asked, "Who...who are you?"

I said, "I'm the teacher. Class monitor of Class Two."

She looked up at me; I could smell alcohol on her.

"Slap!" A crisp sound rang out, and five neat finger marks appeared on my face.

I was stunned, covering my face with my hands, first confused, then angry. Why did you hit

me when I hadn't done anything to you? But I couldn't get angry at the teacher; I needed to figure out what had happened first.

I calmed down and looked into the teacher's eyes. Her eyes were beautiful, even alluring,

but they were filled with anger, and a hint of tenderness.

I said, "Yes, it's me, teacher. Are you alright?"

I grabbed her wrists with both hands, afraid she would hit me again. I guessed she still didn't recognize me and

struggled to break free.

I started to tighten my grip; I was really afraid she would break free and slap me again. The teacher struggled for a while

but couldn't break free, so she gave up.

"Waaah..." Oh no, the teacher cried.

I released her wrists. I was dumbfounded. What was going on? One minute she was hitting me, the next she was crying? I

put my hand on the teacher's shoulder to comfort her.

The teacher looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. To be honest, I hate seeing women cry; it

breaks my heart .

The teacher reached out and hugged my waist, crying, "Feng, don't go."

Feng? Who's Feng? Could it be her boyfriend?

"Feng, please don't leave me. I was wrong, I'll never be stubborn again," the teacher cried.

What to do? I asked myself, completely at a loss. Suddenly, the teacher kissed my lips. That's it, I

surrendered. I think any man would give in in this situation; I'm not a saint.

My hands were on her shoulders, but she hugged my waist, so I could only wrap my arms around her neck. The teacher pushed me forward

, and I lay on the bed. She kissed me, her hands starting to unbutton my shirt.

I was completely passive. I wondered if this was right, what the consequences would be, but lust overcame reason

. Let it come, it's her initiative anyway.

But I still couldn't reciprocate. By then, the teacher had taken off my shirt and was unbuttoning her own

, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't unbutton it.

"Waaaaah~~~~" Oh dear, she's crying again.

Hehe, I reached out to help her, and she quickly threw off her top, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I was stunned. Perfect breasts, semi-circular, a 35C. How come I never noticed before? The nipples and

areolas were pink.

The teacher pounced on me, bringing one breast to my mouth, and I immediately took the nipple into my mouth.

The teacher arched her back, her head tilted back.

I looked up and saw her slender, pink neck. We both seemed to have gone crazy, throwing off our clothes one by one

. She kept straddling me. My underwear was pulled off, and my little brother stood erect.

She lowered her head and took my little brother into her mouth. Wow, I felt a jolt. My abdominal muscles automatically contracted, and I almost did a

sit-up. It felt so good, the first time a woman had given me oral sex, I'd never felt anything like it before, I almost couldn't hold back

from ejaculating.

I don't know how good her oral skills were, this was my first time. I only knew it felt amazing, my

mouth was watering. I watched her, engrossed in her work, her hair obscuring my lower body.

She moved away from my penis, straddling my waist, her left hand guiding my glans to the entrance of her

vagina. She looked up at me, her eyes hazy, and then she sat down, all the way in.

I was, of course, enjoying it immensely. She arched her back, her head tilted back; it was my first time having sex in this position. She thrust

repeatedly , and I moved my hips in response.

After a while, feeling myself about to ejaculate, I grabbed her waist, rolled over, and pinned her beneath me. I

thrust rapidly, and she groaned loudly, her head thrashing wildly from side to side, her long hair disheveled.

I ejaculated, a low growl as my semen sprayed into her uterus. She convulsed,

then everything fell silent. I lay beside her, holding one of her breasts in my hand. She closed her eyes, savoring

the afterglow of her orgasm.

Her eyes opened, tears streaming down her face. She turned to look at me. "Am I a promiscuous woman?"

she asked.

I didn't know how to answer. I said, "You've broken up with your boyfriend?"

She nodded. "He dumped me."

It seemed my classmate was telling the truth. I asked her, "What should we do?"

She said, "Just leave. Pretend you were never here."

I got dressed to leave, and then I noticed a framed picture on the bedside table. I looked closely at

Liman's photo. My God, it was a picture of the teacher and her boyfriend. How could her boyfriend

look so much like me? I understood why she hit me, why she was intimate with me.

I left the teachers' apartment and returned to the classroom after the third period. It was all over, as if

nothing had happened. Every time the geometry teacher walked into the classroom, she had a sweet smile.

A few students asked me where I was in that class. I made up a story to brush it off.

A month later, the geometry teacher left, transferring to another school. Before she left, all the students

took pictures with her. I didn't want to take any; I just watched from the sidelines. The teacher smiled so sweetly.

After all the other students had finished taking photos, the teacher saw me and had one of her classmates pull me over. The teacher said,

"Come take a picture of me and her."

She linked her arm with mine, just like in her photos with her boyfriend. Looking at the camera

lens , I could feel the bitterness in my smile.

The teacher left, leaving behind this photo. I put it in my photo album, right

next to the photo of Xia and me.

Teacher Mei, I wish you a lifetime of happiness…

Senior year of high school was intense but fulfilling; I didn't have time to think about anything else. It felt good. The college entrance exam was over

, and I got into university. During the summer vacation, I and several high school classmates spent two months online without a single day off.

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