The Days I Stayed at My Teacher's House (Student Campus Adult Novel)

That happened almost 8 years ago, a long time ago. I have had many women, but the first time will probably be remembered for a lifetime.

Time stopped in the mid-1990s, when the population was at its peak. Everything became difficult and going to school became extremely challenging.

That was the second year of junior high school, a time of ignorance. The first time I watched porn with a bunch of male classmates, I secretly masturbated in bed, imagining the scene of having sex with the girl I liked. Men born in the 1980s should have similar experiences.

When I was a child, I was a silent boy, standing timidly in the corner, always speaking in a low voice with a signature smile on my face.

My father is a lawyer and is very busy at work. In addition, my mother is in poor health and is in the hospital. So basically no one has time to take care of me. I often had to go to small restaurants to eat alone. Gradually, I lost my appetite, became a little anorexic, and became thinner and thinner. Once when I went to the hospital to see my mother, she cried when she saw my condition, and my father's eyes also became red.

A few days later, because my father and the teacher's husband were acquaintances, I was sent to the teacher's home for foster care, where I lived and ate at the teacher's home and took extra classes.

The teacher at that time was the head teacher of the class next door. If it weren’t for this, he might not have known that there was an insignificant person like me. Tutoring was quite popular in that era, and teachers often had dozens of students who needed tutoring, divided into small groups. Monthly income can often reach tens of thousands.

The teacher is in her 30s and has a 5-year-old daughter. Her husband is also a lawyer. Like my father, he is very busy and often does not come home. Because of the high income, the house is very big and well decorated, and I also hired an aunt to help with cooking and washing clothes.

The teacher is in his 30s, wears glasses, looks very gentle, and always uses imported cosmetics, so he looks like he is 25 or 26 years old. She has a good figure, often wears low-cut clothes and wears perfume.

I go to work with the teacher every morning, come back from get off work, and have extra classes in the evening. There is a small round table, and the teacher always sits next to me. Actually, I can't stand it because I am allergic to the smell of the teacher's perfume. But because I could often see the teacher's cleavage, I just endured it. Sometimes I have fantasies, but a teacher is a teacher after all.

Until one day. I remember it was probably around 1 or 2 in the morning when I woke up to go to the bathroom. When I passed by the teacher's room, I heard an unusual sound, a woman moaning softly. The door was ajar, and my strong curiosity drove me to peek inside secretly. Through the faint light, I saw the teacher with her legs spread out, her hands moving constantly between her legs, and she was moaning softly. I didn't know what was going on, I just stood there watching, stunned.

It was autumn, already a bit chilly, and I was only wearing my underwear. I sneezed, probably because I caught a cold. The sound stopped suddenly, followed by a "who". I was so scared, but I didn't dare to run, so I just responded.

She turned on the desk lamp and asked me to come in. I was like a child who had done something wrong. I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at her, because for some reason, my little brother was standing upright. She looked at me for a while, and suddenly called me to her bed in a very gentle voice. I didn't know what to do, so I just did what I was told.

She dimmed the desk lamp and asked me to lie down. Looking at her eyes, I felt like my heart was about to jump out. Suddenly she kissed me, I closed my eyes and let our tongues entangle each other. It was very comfortable, really. Probably about a minute or so. As our lips separated, I heard her heavy breathing, as if it was a breath that I hadn't felt for a long time.

She stared at me, her eyes full of tenderness and sadness, but in an instant, that look disappeared.

She began to kiss me, kiss my cheeks, kiss my body, and I suddenly felt like my body was burning. I had never felt anything like that before. I want to do something, but I don't know what I want to do. Instinctively, I reached out to touch her body and kiss her smooth skin and round breasts. We touched and kissed each other. I don't know how long it took, but she spread her legs and straddled me, and her panties seemed to have been taken off long ago. I held my little brother and rubbed it in the flowers for a few times. It felt so wet and especially comfortable.

All of a sudden, she sat down, and almost in an instant, I felt warmth all over my body from that point on, and my body seemed to begin to melt. She began to move up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the pleasure coming over her. It made me feel like I was about to die.

Gradually, when I could hardly breathe, I felt an indescribable pleasure. It seemed like a volcanic eruption, violent and full of pleasure. After a moment of release, she lay on top of me. The breathing of both of us sounded as beautiful as a symphony, and the world became so beautiful.

I closed my eyes and felt the contractions coming from deep inside my vagina, and all of a sudden, my body came back to life. I wanted to exercise, but she seemed to be sleeping, so I bent my legs and started the first sprint of my life...

Maybe it was because of that incident that I have always been fascinated by women on top. I like to see that confused expression and flushed face. I feel that it best reflects the beauty of a woman, especially the body that is leaning forward.

I could hardly control myself, as if the world would fall apart if I didn't make that simple piston movement. I have never had such a feeling before, it is so strong that it can almost erase a person's mind. Crazy, that's the only word that can describe it. The room was filled with the moans of two people. No words, just gasps and sounds of pleasure.

Just like this, over and over again, repeating the simple movement. I don’t know how many times this happened, but I only know that when dawn came, I was too tired to move. We just lay there facing each other, she looked at me, stroked my cheek with her hand, and made a soft sighing sound. It was the same gentle look as always. I will remember that look all my life. It was gentle yet a little sad, and full of pity. I think I will remember it all my life, all my life.

I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open and soon fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already afternoon. I was a little scared because it was the first time I overslept and missed class. The note I saw on the table made me feel relieved. She had asked for leave for me.

She came back very early that day. As soon as he entered the door, he smiled at me, a very bright smile. She was carrying a lot of things in her hands and also brought her daughter back with her. It was rare to see her so happy. She cooked a lot of dishes that day. Although her husband didn't come back as usual, everyone seemed very happy.

It was past 8 o'clock and I went to bed on time. I tossed and turned in bed. As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered the scene of last night and found it difficult to fall asleep. A voice in my heart urged me to go to her room. I was at a loss and didn't know if what I was doing was right. But I couldn't control myself, I couldn't control myself from walking towards her room.

She didn't sleep, but leaned against the head of the bed reading a book. I didn't dare to go in, I just stood outside the door and stared at her blankly. She noticed me, looked at me, and smiled, a very gentle and innocent smile.

She asked me to lock the door and dim the desk lamp. I got into her bed quickly, very quickly. Once again, we were face to face, looking at each other. She was wearing a silk pajamas, pink, and suddenly I had an impulse. I reached out and touched her breasts. Through the pajamas, I felt they were soft and elastic.

She closed her eyes, enjoying it very much, and let me caress her. I could almost hear my heartbeating, beat by beat, as if it was about to jump out. I tried to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, just as she did.

She likes French wet kisses, where tongues are entwined and spiraled, and they suck each other's saliva, as if two people are dancing a Spanish dance. It feels wonderful. She sat up and took off her pajamas. In the dim light, I could vaguely see her body, her smooth skin, her round breasts, and that cluster of black between her legs, beautiful black. Under the black, there was a beautiful angel.

I kissed her breasts and sucked her, as if I were a newborn baby, greedily wanting to suck every drop of milk. She cried out suddenly, it seemed that this was too stimulating for her...

For the first time, I felt that I could control everything, and the scenes in previous porn movies came to my mind vividly. The fantasy finally became reality. While kissing her, I tried to explore that mysterious triangle area with my hands.

It was already a hot and humid world there. Going down through the tropical rainforest, I found that small protrusion. Just a light touch made her tremble as if she were electrocuted. I started to rub it slowly, and after just a moment, she hugged me and told me it felt so comfortable. I tried speeding up the pace, changing the direction of rubbing, and trying different fingers.

With every movement, I could hear her breathing in my ears, becoming less and less rhythmic and heavier. Sometimes when I use a little more force, I can hear her uncontrollable moans. I began to control the rhythm of my fingers' movements, and I felt her changes from the changes in my fingers. She was sometimes moaning, sometimes gasping, completely out of control.

Everything seemed to be getting interesting, at least that's what I thought at the time. It's a wonderful feeling to control a woman, especially one who is of a higher class than you.

Just when I felt I had everything under control, she began to command me, or even plead with me. "Faster, faster" I obeyed her will. The moaning became more and more intense and louder, and I began to worry that someone might hear it. Suddenly, she screamed loudly and her body became stiff. I felt severe pain in my shoulders and neck. I wanted to struggle, but she held me tightly and I couldn't move.

After about a minute or two, she slowly let me go. I could feel it was so wet there, and after those few minutes I could feel it was almost flooded.

With just a slight push, the penis slid in. It felt so warm that I couldn't help but start thrusting. Just like this, we faced each other and slowly thrust in and out. Because of the pleasure, her eyes narrowed and she hummed from time to time as I moved. I lifted her legs, her long, smooth thighs. She looked so beautiful. It was hard to imagine that I could have sex with my teacher in this way.

I was going crazy and completely lost control. I started using all my strength to sprint and thrust desperately. After a dizzying pleasure, I lay powerlessly on the bed, and countless sperms shot into the teacher's body.

I lay there powerless. She looked at me with the same expression, gentle and affectionate. She stroked my face and murmured, "It seems like him, it really seems like..."

I just lay there quietly, feeling a little sleepy and very tired. She told me a lot, a lot of things, a lot about her college days. I listened in a daze and fell asleep soon.

During the period from the second to the third year of junior high school, I lived in her house. Whenever her husband was away, I would sleep in her room. We don’t have sex every time. Sometimes we just talk, about my studies, her family, her life experiences, and her insights into life.

When she was in college, she had a boyfriend, who was her classmate, and they loved each other very much. She told him about their happy times. I walk along the riverside of Normal University every day and watch the afterglow of the sunset. Read books together in the library and recite Pushkin's poems. We secretly met in the woods, kissed, and had sex, but every time we were scared to death, afraid of being discovered.

Days like that are romantic and beautiful, fulfilling and happy. She said it was the happiest time of her life. After graduating from university, her boyfriend was assigned a job and had no choice but to return to his hometown, while she was left in Shanghai. The painful separation, the wound of the times, the two people burst into tears when they parted. There was nothing to keep as a souvenir, just a collection of Pushkin's poems that we had read before. The memory is stored in a book.

Later, she met her current husband through an introduction. Both of them felt good about it and got married. Living a peaceful life, her husband was not very interested in that and was not very good at it. He is a good man, a kind and good man.

She said, I am very similar to that person, with single eyelids, a high nose, gentle eyes, and a calm temperament. He must be an affectionate person. When you are with him, you will feel that the world is no longer turning, and time stops at that point. You will have a special feeling of dependence, and your heart will be particularly at ease.

More than ten years later, she still loves him deeply. Even when she saw me for the first time, she was so excited that she almost cried. She asked who my father was, with a glimmer of hope in her heart. But hope often brings disappointment.

We kept in touch over the next few years. Sometimes, after class, I would go to her house, eat and chat. Sex was not the most important thing between us. She treated me as her child, her lover, and cared for me and educated me. Every time after 9 o'clock, I would go home because I couldn't arouse my parents' suspicion. She has a normal family.

In 1999, the year I was admitted to university, her family immigrated to Canada. From then on, we lost contact.

I miss her very much. As we are both in a foreign country, she should have similar feelings. How many times can a person experience such beautiful love in his life? Pure and natural, tender yet not at all artificial, there are no material factors, just the mutual attraction between two people. When I think of my love, my experience of life, and the education she gave me. When I think of those things, I feel full of gratitude towards her. I love her, just like I love my mother, with respect and admiration.

I hope she can be happy all her life, and I also hope that everyone can have true love once.