Time stops in the mid-1990s, born at the peak of the population, everything becomes difficult, and the transition to higher education becomes exceptionally tough.
It was the second year of junior high school, the age of ignorance. For the first time, I watched porn with a group of male classmates, secretly masturbated under the covers, and imagined the scene of intercourse with my favorite girl. All men born in the 80s should have had similar experiences like this.
As a child, he was a quiet boy, standing timidly in the corner, always speaking in a low voice and wearing a trademark smile.
My father was a lawyer and was very busy with his work, plus my mother was in poor health and in the hospital. So basically who have no time to care for me. Often can only run to a small restaurant to eat alone, gradually no appetite, a little anorexic, more and more thin. Once went to the hospital to see my mother, my mother saw my appearance, cried, my father’s eyes are also red.
Within a few days, because of my father’s acquaintance with the teacher’s husband, I was sent to the teacher’s home for foster care, where I ate and lived, and then followed the tuition.
The teacher at that time was the homeroom teacher of the class next door, and if it wasn’t for that, probably wouldn’t have known that there was such an insignificant little person like me. Tutoring was quite prevalent in those days, and teachers often had dozens of tutors divided into small groups of students. Monthly income could often be in the tens of thousands.
The teacher is in her 30s, has a 5 year old daughter, and a husband who is also a lawyer and, like my father, is very busy and often doesn’t come home. Because of the high income, the house is large and nicely decorated, and an aunt is hired to help with cooking and laundry.
Teacher in her 30s, wears a pair of glasses, very svelte look, and has been using imported cosmetics, so she looks 25, 6 years old. She had a great body, often some low cut clothes and sprinkled perfume.
Every morning with the teacher to work, back from work, evening tuition, a small round table, the teacher always sat next to me, in fact, I was a little bit can not stand, because the teacher’s body perfume flavor, I am a little allergic. But because you can often see the teacher’s cleavage, I have been tolerated. Sometimes there will be fantasies, but the teacher is a teacher after all.
Until one day. I remember it was probably 1 or 2 in the morning when I woke up and got up to use the restroom. When I passed by the teacher’s room, I heard an unusual sound, a woman moaning in a low voice. The door was ajar, and my intense curiosity drove me to peek inside. Through the faint light, I saw my teacher’s legs spread wide open, her hand moving constantly between her legs, while a low moan escaped her mouth. I didn’t know what was happening, I just watched there, dumbfounded.
It was fall, it had gotten a little cooler, and I was wearing only my underwear. Probably because of the cold, I sneezed. The sound stopped, and then there was a “who?”. I was so scared, but I didn’t dare to run and answered.
She turned on the lamp and told me to come in. I was like a child who had done something wrong, my head was lowered and I didn’t dare to look at her, because somehow my dick was sticking out indisputably. She looked at me for a while, and suddenly asked me in a very gentle voice to go to her bed. I didn’t know what to do, but only complied.
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Fatigue made it impossible to keep my eyes open, and soon I fell asleep. When I woke up I had already received the afternoon, and was a bit scared, having overslept for the first time and not having a class. The note I saw on my desk put me at ease, she had helped me take a vacation.
She came home early that day. As soon as she entered the door, she smiled at me with a big smile. She had a lot of things in her hand and had brought her daughter back. It was very rare to see her so happy, she made a lot of food that day, although as always her husband did not come back, but it seems that everyone is very happy.
I went to bed on time, just after 8:00 p.m. In bed, I tossed and turned, and when I closed my eyes, it was last night, and it was hard to sleep. A voice in my mind urged me to go to her room, I was at a loss for words, I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing. But I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t help myself from heading to her room.
She wasn’t asleep, leaning over the bed reading a book. I didn’t dare to go in, I just stood outside the door and stared at her. She noticed me and looked at me, she smiled, a gentle, innocent smile.
She told me to lock the door and dim the lamp. I got under her covers, fast. Once again, we were face to face, looking at each other. She was wearing a silky nightgown, pink, and suddenly I had an urge to reach out and fondle her breast, and through the nightgown I felt it was soft and bouncy.
She closed her eyes, enjoying herself, letting me touch her, and I could almost hear my heart beating, one by one, as if it were about to jump out of my chest. I tried to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, as she had done.
She loved the French style of wet kissing, tongue twisting with tongue, doing spirals, sucking on each other’s juices, as if two people were picking a Spanish style dance, it felt wonderful. She sat up and took off her nightgown, and in the dim light I could vaguely make out her body, smooth skin, round breasts, and that cluster of black between her legs, wonderful black, and underneath the black, a beautiful angel.
I kissed her breasts and suckled her as if she were a newborn coming baby, greedy for every drop of milk. She screamed out all at once, it seemed, it was too much of a thrill for her ……
For the first time, I felt like I could control it all, and the scenes from past porno movies were vivid in my mind. Fantasy finally became reality. I kissed her while trying to explore that mysterious triangle with my hands.
It was already hot and humid there, and further down over the rainforest I found the tiny protrusion. Just a light touch and she shivered as if she had received an electric shock. Starting to rub it slowly, just for a moment, she hugged me and told me how good it felt. I tried to pick up the pace, change the direction of the rubbing, try different fingers.
With each movement, I could hear her breathing in my ears, getting less rhythmic and heavier. Sometimes when I pushed a little harder I could hear her hear her gasp that she couldn’t help herself. I began to control the rhythm of my finger movements, and from the changes in my fingers I felt the changes in her, moaning at times, gasping for air at others, completely unable to control herself.
Everything seemed to get interesting, at least that’s how I felt at the time. It’s a wonderful feeling to control a woman, especially a woman of a higher class than you.
Just when I felt like I was in control, she started ordering me, or maybe it was a pleading tone. “Faster, faster” I complied with her will. The moans became more intense and louder, and I began to worry if anyone would hear. Suddenly, she screamed so loudly that her body tended to stiffen all of a sudden, and I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and neck, I tried to struggle, but she held me so tightly that I couldn’t move.
After about a minute or two of this, she slowly let go of me. I felt so wet there, after the few minutes I had just had, I could feel her almost woofing.
It was just a gentle stroke and my penis slid in, so warm that I couldn’t help but start to jerk. Just like that, we were facing each other, slowly thrusting. Her eyes narrowed because of the pleasure, and grunts escaped her mouth from time to time as I moved. I lifted her legs, long, slender, smooth thighs. She was so beautiful, it was hard to imagine that I could make love to my teacher in such a way.
I was going crazy, completely out of control, and began to use all my strength, desperately rushing and thrusting. After a moment of dizzying pleasure, I lay helplessly on the bed, countless sperm shooting into my teacher’s body.
I lay helpless. She looked at me with the same look, gentle and deep. She stroked my face and muttered under her breath, “It’s like him, it really is ……”
I just lay there quietly, kind of sleepy and tired. She told me a lot, a lot of things, a lot about her college days. I listened in a daze and fell asleep a little while later.
During the period from the second to the third year, because of living in her house. Whenever her husband was away, I would sleep in her room. Not always having sex, sometimes just talking, talking about my studies, talking about her family, her life experiences, life lessons.
In her college days, she had a boyfriend, in the same class, very much in love, and she gives tells of their happy times. Every day, they walked along the river in Shida University and watched the sunset. Together in the library reading books, memorizing Pushkin’s poetry. Secret rendezvous in the woods, kissing, making love, every time, scared to death, afraid of being discovered.
Those days were romantic and beautiful, full and happy. She said it was the happiest time of her life. Until she graduated from college and was forcibly assigned, her boyfriend had no choice but to return to his hometown, while she was left in the
Shanghai. A painful separation, a wound of the times, two people sobbing uncontrollably at parting. There was nothing to remember, just exchanging a book of Pushkin’s poems that they had read. The memory was just like that in a book.
Later, she was introduced to her current husband. Two people feel good, and then married. Living peacefully, her husband was not very interested in that, nor was he very good at it. He’s a good man, a kind man.
She said, I and that person is very similar, single eyelid, high nose, gentle eyes, calm temperament, will be a deep love, right, and with him, you will feel that the world is not rotating, and time stops at that point, there is a special feeling of dependence, the heart will be particularly solid.
More than ten years later, she’s still deeply in love with him. Even when she saw me for the first time, she was so excited she kind of wanted to cry. She inquired about who my father was, with a glimmer of hope in her heart. But hope often brings disappointment.
In the years after that, we were in touch a lot. Sometimes, would go to her house after class, eat, talk, sex wasn’t the main thing between us, she saw me as her child, her lover, cherished me, educated me. Every time after 9 o’clock, I would go home, because I couldn’t arouse the suspicion of my parents, she had a normal family.
In ’99, the year I entered university, the family emigrated to Canada. Since then, we lost contact.
Quite nostalgic for her. Being in the same foreign land, she should feel similarly. How many times in a person’s life can there be such a beautiful love? Pure and natural, delicate and does not bring a little work, no material factors, just two people attracted to each other. When I think of my love, my experience of life, and the education she has given me. When I think of that, I am grateful to her. I love her as I love my mother, with respect and adoration.