My Lover and My Teacher (Student Campus Adult Fiction)

After I heard the discussions, I paid special attention to my interactions with her, and I took fewer active approaches to her. Many times, I could even say that it was mostly her who asked me to go to her dormitory for tutoring or meals. Another time, she gave me a note asking me to bring her a book after dinner, which she had borrowed from the classroom library. I went there very late, and because I was familiar with the place, I knocked on the door, but seeing that it was not locked, I pushed it open and went in without waiting for a response. I saw her half leaning on the bed, wearing only a suspender top on her upper body and short pajamas on her lower body. When I pushed the door open, she seemed to be startled and hurriedly took her hands away from her chest (when I thought about this many years ago, I felt that she was probably masturbating and touching her breasts). That day, as soon as I entered her room, I felt something awkward, so I suggested that we go for a walk in the Bamboo Park next to the school. It was a famous couple's corner where we often went. In fact, the main reason I suggested going for a walk was that I wanted to leave her room as soon as possible. We were walking and chatting, and she asked me whether I wanted to go home after graduation, stay in school, or work locally. Of course I have to go home, she said with a smile, then don’t find a girlfriend before graduation. I smiled and said that beautiful girls are a different matter. She said she missed the place where she went to school and wanted to go back to work, and might need me to take care of her at that time. Naturally, I said no problem. My father had not retired yet, and she said she wanted to visit my parents during the holidays. I don’t know how to describe that moment, but my heart started pounding when I heard it. First, after hearing other people's discussions, I felt that Teacher Xiaoxiao was like a girlfriend in many ways, but I didn't want to develop the relationship that way. After all, she is a teacher. Second, she is quite good-looking. Even the boys in my class, who are notoriously picky, gave her a score of 80. That's easy. I also like to be around beautiful Southern beauties.

When we were walking in the bamboo forest at night, we would occasionally meet couples who were making love in the forest, and sometimes we would smile at each other. After a while, we were tired of walking, so we sat on a wooden chair and chatted. She actually leaned on my shoulder slowly, which made my heart beat faster. She noticed it and didn't say anything. She did this for a long time, as if waiting for me to break the deadlock. I was even more excited. She was my teacher, but she was also a beautiful girl of the same age as me. Oh, one more thing to explain. When we graduated from university, we had to obey the state’s assignment, otherwise we could not graduate. This restricts the future of many college couples. The autumn nights in the south are still a little chilly. I asked her if she was cold, and she nodded. I half-huggled her shoulders... We were both waiting, and I was also waiting for something. But they all remained silent. "Shall we go back? It's already past eleven and you've turned off the lights." She was asking for my opinion. Yes, it’s not a good idea to sit down any longer. Firstly, it’s too late, and secondly, no one is talking much. We got up and walked back. When we passed a dirt embankment, I don't know if she tripped or stepped on a stone and lost her balance, but she stumbled. I was beside her and quickly supported her. Her breast was soft, and my hand was pressing firmly on it. It didn't feel big but very elastic... I was shocked and just said sorry. She suddenly hugged me and whispered, "Don't talk,..." I was at a loss, but my blood was boiling. I hugged her back, and soon I took the initiative to kiss her. She dodged for a moment, just for a moment, and then she didn't avoid me again, and we kissed.

For a long, long time. When I couldn't help but touch her breasts through the thin fishnet T-shirt she was wearing, she just trembled a little and moved her body in cooperation. After I touched and pinched her for a while, I simply untied the thin strings and put my hands into her bra to touch her breasts directly. They were not too big, but very small and elastic. I could hold them all in one hand, yet they were firm and upright. But as soon as I entered and covered her with my hands, she suddenly said, "No, don't do this, let's go..." She pushed me away, and I didn't say anything and followed her back. After all, the teacher has the final say. Before entering the school gate, she asked me to wait a moment and she went in first. I understood. It was already past two in the morning. We stood there hugging and kissing and more than two hours passed by without us noticing. After I went in, I didn't see her waiting for me, and I felt very disappointed. But just as I turned the corner towards the student dormitory, someone called me softly from behind the street light. It was her. I asked her why she didn't wait for me, and she said she knew I wouldn't go to find her, so she waited for me at the intersection where I would go. Without saying anything else, I sent her back to her teachers' dormitory. After entering the room, when she went to turn on the light, I hugged her from behind, asked her and touched her breasts, she responded, and this time she did not refuse me and directly put my hand into her bra and touched her small breasts... I thought that she didn't let me do that just now because we were outside, so, I uncovered and took off her top and touched her directly. After a while, I reached into her panties and touched her most private part. She blocked her several times and didn't insist, so I touched... After a while, I stripped her naked and touched her all over. Because there was no light, I couldn't see very clearly, but later when my hand kept on her vagina, I felt that she was very wet there. I touched her for a while, pulled her flat and lay on top of her again, "Wait..." She asked me to stop, "Let me see you..." I wanted to go downstairs to turn on the light, but she wouldn't let me. She held my head with both hands and looked at me quietly in the faint street light coming in from the window. I bent down to kiss her several times, but she pushed me away. She just looked at me without saying a word for nearly ten minutes. I thought she knew what was going to happen soon, so I finally bent down and kissed her again, and then began to caress and kiss her breasts and nipples... When I used my legs to separate her legs, I could clearly feel her inner conflict. She was separated, then forced to close, and then separated by me again. She was tense, and I still tried my best to separate her legs. She didn't say anything and waited... Before this, I had a successful sexual experience with my ex-girlfriend. Because we didn't go to school in the same city, she was soon captured by someone else before I even knew how to fall in love. So, that day with Teacher Xiaoxiao, even though my young desires were burning very strong, I still took my time and tried to finish it in one go. She didn't say anything. Although she was tense and seemed to be resisting, she was also obeying my will. I took my erect penis and groped for the entrance of her vagina. She still didn't speak. With the weak light, I could see clearly that she had been staring at my face with her eyes open. My eyes...

Entered... "Ah..." With a slight sound, her body tensed and trembled, and I felt that my thing entered her body more smoothly than I worried, but it felt very tight, as if her body was rejecting it, and it felt like it was pressing against something and squeezing me out. I pushed so hard that I was squeezed out of her body. After pausing for a few seconds, I put one hand under her round, elastic little butt and gently lifted it up. At the same time, I pushed down hard and felt my penis suddenly break through a narrow resistance and penetrate her body without any obstacles. As I entered, she suddenly screamed "Ah...ah..." I quickly grabbed the pillowcase to cover her mouth. She immediately bit her lips to muffle the screams. I looked down at her. The eyes that were open and looking at me just now were now closed and frowned. Her head was tilted back. I lowered my head to kiss her and felt salty tears flowing out. Was it because of the pain or because of the loss... ? I stopped and was a little scared seeing how much pain she was in. I didn't have much sexual experience at that time. Sex was driven by the impulse of desire. After holding on for a while, she took out the pillowcase she was biting from her mouth. I started to move, and at the first movement she immediately closed her eyes, tilted her head back and made “ah…ah…” sounds, but the sounds were obviously much smaller. I thrust slowly, and gradually she seemed to feel less pain. I started thrusting... non-stop, without any changes in style, but very deep and hard each time. It probably took about ten minutes, and then suddenly I accelerated as much as I could and came, all inside her. I had no idea about safe contraception at the time, and I don't think she had either. After I took it out and wiped her with paper, I hugged her tightly without saying anything. She suddenly hugged me tightly and sobbed... In the meantime, I drank water and poured water for her. I stopped for more than half an hour, then turned over and pressed her down and inserted my penis into her vagina again, continuing to pump... and still ejaculated quickly inside her. The same cycle started again, drinking water, lying down, hugging her, caressing and kissing her, lying on top of her again, inserting 6 to speed up... ejaculation... No words, neither of us said anything.

When this was repeated for the sixth time, she finally couldn't help it and said, "I've never done this before. This is my first time. Don't be too strong... I really can't bear it anymore..." Hearing her say this, I sped up and ejaculated as soon as I inserted it this time. It’s scary to think about it. I had no experience at the time and had no idea about pregnancy and safe contraception, so I ejaculated inside her every time. She told me she couldn't stand it anymore. I didn’t want it anymore and just hugged her and went to sleep. When I suddenly woke up, it was daybreak and she was sitting there sobbing. I got up in shock and called her, but Mr. Cheng... as soon as he said the word, he felt something was wrong and changed it to "Xiaoxiao". When I asked her what was wrong, she said nothing was wrong, she just wanted to cry. I took off the pajamas that she had put on at some point, lay on top of her and took her again. "Ah..." She frowned, but soon recovered. Entering... thrusting... ejaculating... and then falling asleep again. When I woke up again, I was the first one to wake up. It was already dawn. I watched her sleeping beside me with even breathing. She looked so pretty, with a small nose, a small mouth, eyebrows that were not very thin but had a nice shape, long eyelashes, and small breasts that were small, round, firm and very textured (I just thought they were pretty at the time, and later I recalled how I described them in my diary). I got excited again, and turned her over and laid on her back, and leaned on her small body and inserted it. This time it was difficult, and I felt uncomfortable, and I woke her up with the pain, "Ah... no, no... ah..." I still entered, and this time I thrust for a longer time, longer than at night, and she couldn't help crying and said, "Do you love me?" Can you feel sorry for me? Please let me go and don’t ask for it again…” I was shocked. She said it so harshly. And it was the first time she asked me if I loved her.

Oh my God…what is this, I came so quickly. It was as if he was reluctant to stop without ejaculating. "Do you know how many times you've asked me for sex? This is the eighth time. Who can stand it, do you know?" She said while crying, not like the little teacher she usually is. I stood up and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, no, I don't want it anymore." I didn't know what else to say. Many years later, she told me that she didn't remember me ever saying "I love you" to her. It was already noon when we got up that day. I carefully opened the instant noodles and didn’t dare to leave her room. I hid in the house. When she went out, she went out to take a look first, then came back and told me to go first before she went out. We agreed to meet in the city center. Haha... From then on, probably a little over a year, we were not together often, but there would be two or three times a month, almost always on weekends or holidays, and I would go to see her very late at night. Basically, I would hug her and kiss her as soon as I entered the door, and then I would vent and have sex... There was almost no contraception, except for one or two times later, when we ejaculated outside the body.

I never looked for her after I came here until the first semester of my last year in college. One day a girl told me that Teacher Xiaoxiao was looking for me. I went to find her, and as soon as we met I complained to her how could she let us classmates pass a message. She told me that hers didn't come. I didn't understand, she said she didn't have her period. I feel upset and wonder why you are telling me this kind of thing? I also have to ask my classmates to pass on the message. I didn’t understand at the time. Students of that era were not sophisticated. She told me directly that she might be pregnant. When I heard this, my head buzzed and I couldn't laugh. It’s a big deal. I will be expelled from school. When she saw me like this, she comforted me and advised me, just like an older sister or teacher. Since then, I didn't dare to look for her again. I was afraid to have sex with her again. Because every time I see her in the dormitory or traveling nearby, I can't help myself in the room. I often decide not to have sex, but I can't control myself once we are together. When I heard that she might be pregnant, we went out together that day and she treated me to dinner and a movie, which made me feel better. But after we went back home at night, I hugged her and wanted to have sex with her, but she wouldn't let me. She only let me touch her. I touched her for a while and then I forced myself on her and insisted on having sex with her. Didn’t she say she wasn’t afraid of getting pregnant? When I heard that, I lost all energy. Later, I was about to go to an internship to write my graduation thesis. Haven't seen her for months. It seemed to fade away gradually... Before graduation, I went to see her. She received me very politely and asked me what delicious food I wanted to eat. She said that after I graduated, she would not be able to treat me to a meal even if she wanted to. That day she cried in the cinema for no apparent reason again. I later felt that maybe we were going to separate.

I graduated and was assigned to a good research institution in a big city. There were many people leaving school before graduation, and classmates were saying goodbye to each other. At this time, I fell in love with a girl who had just entered the school and came from the same city as me. Ignored her. When I remembered, I was gone in three days. She came to find me and told me that she had looked for me many times but couldn't find me, and I didn't want others to tell her (there were no mobile phones at that time). She asked me to take half a day off to treat me to a meal. I went to see her very late that day, and what she had invited me to dinner turned into a midnight snack. At night, I could see that she didn't want me to leave. I stayed, I hugged her and we both took off all our clothes like we did on the first day, but I didn't want her. We kept hugging each other like this, and she wouldn't let go of me whether we were lying down or sitting up on the bed. "I heard you have a new girlfriend?" she asked me. "What? I just like you. I also like you." "Oh, so that's it." I suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to say this, and told her that I like you very much, etc. She didn't say anything, and after a while asked me: "Who do you think I am to you?" I wanted to say that you are my girlfriend, but I couldn't say it. During the three years I was with her, he was indeed the only one in my life. There were girls who approached me. To be narcissistic, I would say that there were even a few girls who approached me and wrote to me. (I was a student leader in my sophomore year and worked my way up to become the president and vice president of the student union. I was a student from a big city, so it was easier for me to recruit people). But I have never provoked anyone. Firstly, I always feel that I have to pay attention to my image, and secondly, I always feel that I may have to go back in the future. There is a very small part that is probably because of her, but I seldom think about what to do with her. Occasionally when I think about her, I feel annoyed and don't think about it anymore. Because it's hard for her to come back to my city with me. In that era, people had to be transferred to state-owned units. When I left, he gave me a letter and told me to read it after I got home or after I got on the bus. It took me a long time to remember it after I got home, and I looked through my luggage to find the letter. "I love you, I don't regret giving myself to you, and I even want to call you 'brother'." This is what she said in the letter. She also said that we had a child. She felt sorry for not telling me and decided not to have it. My letter was not long, I only wrote on more than half a page, but it ended up on three sheets of paper, two of which were blank. I looked at it for a long time and my eyes became wet. I wrote to her several times but never received a reply from her.

It wasn't until more than ten years ago, after my ex-wife left me, that I went to a college reunion. I asked someone to find out about her and found out that she was no longer in school but had gone to a government agency. When I met her, she was already a director in that city's government agency. There is no major change, still as thin as before. Not like someone who's almost forty. She has never been married and has never had a boyfriend. That night I suggested not leaving. She is very happy. We made love again after nearly twenty years. Of course not eight times again, haha, twice. Once was at night that day, and once was at noon the next day. I will fly back to my city in the afternoon. Sex is good, all good, lasts a long time, and I am no longer afraid of pregnancy. From the time they hugged each other at ten o'clock in the evening to the time they got up and talked, it was already past two o'clock. We sat up and chatted, and she said she had never been with other men. She wasn't saying anything to please me on purpose, but she said she had closed her heart. She told me to find someone else to take care of me and live with me as soon as possible. I joked and said, I won't leave, just let you serve me. She shook her head and said I was talking nonsense. I never asked her why she didn't live with me. She just said that she was used to living alone. I also advised her to find someone before she turned 40. She smiled and said I was hypocritical, and said if she really thought like what I said, she wouldn't be sleeping in her bed now. Before boarding the plane the next day, I told her at the airport that if she got pregnant again this time, she must marry me. She hugged me and said, even if I don’t marry you, you will still be my lover. I was living abroad at the time. I came back a few years later and found her through the phone number of her office. She had been transferred again and was now a female deputy director. She took the initiative to invite me to go on vacation in Sanya. She arranged everything. We vacationed together in Sanya for 10 days. We were both in our forties and had sex every day. Since I met her a few years ago, I have started to get used to calling her "dear", but she said it was better not to call me that. This time, she said she was not used to it and was used to hearing me tell her that I like her and that I like her the most. Last year she came to the city where I live for a meeting. She was promoted again, but she is still alone. As time went by, every time I met her, I felt that the age gap between her and me was getting bigger and she didn't look like a woman in her forties. Since our first meeting after nearly twenty years, he introduced several girlfriends to me, but I didn't date any of them and only met them politely at most. Before she left last year, I solemnly told her that I would not contact her again if she introduced me to someone. She joked that it was a sin to care about your lover. She will always be my lover, my sweetheart and my teacher.