Memories of my teacher's youth

I read an article by someone with the ID "Old Bitch Mei Loves Old Turtle," and although the name was a bit crude, I was genuinely pleased for the teacher couple's unwavering support through thick and thin, which didn't diminish my respect for teachers at all. This reminded me of an incident involving a teacher.
My teacher was very young, probably around 25 now, fresh out of teachers' college, and came to teach us, the barely-grown-bearded middle school students. She was tall and beautiful, around 170cm, with a great figure, especially her breasts and buttocks. The former was high and firm, the latter pert and shapely. Every time she walked, her ponytail swayed from side to side, revealing her shapely buttocks and trembling breasts encased in jeans. Every time I passed by her, I felt a little dazed, but definitely not sexually aroused; I just found her beautiful.
Her beauty attracted the attention of a wolf. At lunchtime, a thug barged into the classroom and extorted money from students who hadn't left. When some students refused to pay, the thug resorted to violence. In a moment of panic, the teacher arrived. She, a female teacher, grabbed the thug's hand and stopped him. None of the male students, including myself, had the courage. But the thug didn't leave; instead, he lay down on the concrete railing outside the classroom, refusing to budge, with his gang of friends cheering him on. The teacher's anger subsided, and she was surrounded by them. Looking back now, I guess the thug was lusting after the teacher's beauty and used this as an excuse to woo her. But even the most delinquent, once in love, becomes very gentle. When I passed by, I saw his eyes were closed, under the teacher's large gaze. What
I don't understand is why young girls in those days liked to wear transparent skirts, with only a bra on top and a slip underneath. From afar, you could see the teacher's beautiful back and long legs, her buttocks barely concealed. Even in summer, the teacher dressed like this. During class, some mischievous boys would fiddle with the bra straps behind the teacher, angrily trying to untie them, but the teacher was completely unaware.
I never imagined I'd one day catch a glimpse of my teacher's beauty. It was a weekend, and a few classmates went to our teacher's house. Perhaps because too many people went, the teacher suggested we discuss it at school. So, we all went back to the classroom. We sat around a table. We chatted excitedly with the teacher, when suddenly one of the classmates tore off some paper, and the scraps fell under the table. I happened to be opposite the teacher, so, quite rudely, I crawled under the table to retrieve the scraps. As I crawled under the table, I discovered something extraordinary. The teacher was wearing a skirt that was open at the thighs, the skirt riding up to her thighs. I saw that she was wearing transparent underwear, and the dark pubic hair inside stood out starkly against her white thighs. However, at the time, I didn't know about female genitalia, and I didn't notice if I saw her labia minora. If I had looked closely, I probably would have. The air froze. I hesitated for a few seconds, then crawled out. Strangely, I didn't feel anything physically; I just felt a wonderful sensation. When the teacher saw me emerge, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, and I noticed her skirt slipped down her thighs.
But I was still a student she valued, and nothing seemed to happen between us until graduation. Years later, I still vividly remember that scene. Back then, society was conservative, and I hadn't heard anything about the teacher's private life. Later, I heard she had a child, and I even visited her in the hospital. Now, the teacher is probably in her fifties. I'm grateful to her for giving me a perfect glimpse into the mysterious realm of women during that turbulent adolescence, a glimpse that has influenced my future positive feelings towards women.

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