I don’t know how long the tree in the middle of my school’s backyard has been there. It’s a huge rosewood tree with a trunk about two adult arm spans long, at least a few generations old. When autumn comes to winter, the leaves fall, darkening the yard from the color of cement to the brown of dry leaves, so I can easily see through the bare branches and leaves, the remaining dew drops trying to shine in the sunlight after last night’s long rain.

My eyes were fixed on a 9th grader behind the tree that I wanted to cut down right now so I could see her better. Watching girls through the window while sitting on the 4th floor was a normal thing in student life, right? There were only 2 things wrong. I was not a student, and she and I were not the same age… I was her homeroom teacher.

That afternoon when I was about to go home, she pulled me out of class…

– Help me clean up the warehouse.

I followed without saying a word, passing through the empty corridors past the classrooms that were about to be locked by the security guards. She walked in front and behind her was the teacher who was looking around to see if anyone was still there, and finally my eyes fell on her small back and the shirt with the light scent of fabric softener that was seducing me. I briefly glanced at her butt, the plump butt that was held in by the trousers combined with the slim waist that looked like an hourglass from behind, that was definitely the most beautiful part of her body.

It’s not like I was staring at her ass and judging it like a pervert, but for some reason, when I looked at her ass, my cheeks started to burn like fire, as if a heater was turned on to blow on my face, and I could feel my blood rushing through my veins as my heart was beating rapidly in my chest.

I had to look at her upper body to dispel that indecent feeling and thought. Her hair was not greasy after a long day but was smooth and silky, down to the bra button, which was showing the outlines under that thin shirt. I guessed that she had not been very active today, so the scent of shampoo and shower gel on it was very clear and fragrant. And on top of her hair was a snowflake-shaped hair clip that I had given her on her birthday. When I looked at the snowflake, I would immediately think of her face and the name Nguyen Nhu Da Tuyet.

Entering the warehouse, there was the smell of wood from the piled-up tables and chairs along with miscellaneous things like brooms, mops, and buckets of water… making this place both cramped and a habitat for all sorts of things like mosquitoes and spiders. She turned around and pulled me in, then quickly closed the aluminum door. The square window high up at the end of the warehouse wall was shining with the weak light of the 5:30 evening. But it was still bright enough for me to see her lovely, pretty face smiling brightly, bright eyes with a perfect high nose, a cute mouth and slightly red lips even though she didn’t use lipstick. Her smiling mouth revealed white teeth and a crooked tooth, I found that so adorable.

Suddenly she put her arms around me, pressed her face against my chest and spoke, making her voice rumble like when you bury your face in your pillow and whisper…

– Don’t you remember me?

I hugged her back with one hand and stroked her head with the other, intending to explain when she tiptoed and kissed me on the lips. I was so surprised that I hit my head on the chair behind me. Although it hurt, I still endured it thanks to the eagerness to enjoy her lips, warm and sweet from the milk tea she had just drunk. I put my tongue into her mouth to search for her soft and hot tongue, when our tongues found each other, they immediately rolled together as if imitating our embrace.

Even though she was small, her tongue was surprisingly strong, pushing mine back into my mouth like someone had just chased an invader back home. And being the winner she was, she swirled her tongue around my mouth as if to claim her victory. I could hear her slurping and moaning softly.

My brain felt like it was on fire, it had to endure the ecstatic feeling of my mouth while thinking about her breasts touching me below. Her breasts were as big as oranges and incredibly soft, I hugged her tighter so I could feel her breasts clearly. And through 3 layers of clothes, her bra and shirt and mine, I could still feel the softness and warmth of her breasts very clearly.

I reached out to squeeze her two breasts while we were still kissing, they were elastic and beating gently with her heart. After a while, she withdrew her tongue, opened her eyes slightly and stepped back a little, her mouth was still open so that her saliva and mine in her mouth flowed down like a silver thread. She smiled shyly and said:

– Your hands are so cold.
– Oh really?

I smiled too, then she suddenly reached out and touched my jeans where my penis was hard as a rock. She squeezed it and stroked it up and down in a strangely stimulating way. She looked into my eyes and showed an expression as if she had just done something very proud.

– What’s wrong with this place of yours, hehe.

I could feel my cock wanting so badly to escape through my underwear and jeans that were restricting it so much that I felt like if I took them off my cock would spring up like a spring.

Suddenly, we heard the voices of students outside, and we both stopped in surprise. Luckily, they were just passing by. I thought to myself, what the hell are those idiots doing here at this hour? I looked at her relieved face and asked:

– You don’t have lunch at the school today?

She was bewildered:

– How do you know?
– Because I only taste milk tea…

She frowned:

– Oh my god, you even notice the taste in my mouth?

I smiled, put my hand on one side of her cheek and then went forward to kiss her on the lips.

Are you hungry?

She opened her eyes wide in surprise after my kiss for a moment, then bent down and rubbed her belly:

– Yes, I’m a little hungry…
– Then let me take you out to eat.

That night, I opened the door to my old apartment after taking her home. I took a shower and jumped into bed feeling really refreshed. After lying down for a while, my phone rang a few times. I opened it and saw that it was a message from her by the nickname “Student Tuyet”. She sent me a message asking how I was doing with her picture, it was a selfie with the content of her holding up the number 2 finger and smiling mischievously. She had also changed from her school uniform to her home clothes.

– Has Mr. Dang come back yet? Remember to sleep early. I was worried about you. Just now, you were yawning and rubbing your forehead like an old man when you left the restaurant. Oh, look, isn’t my new sweater cute? Hehe. It’s a cardigan with a collar.

I stared at her picture for a long time because it was so cute, I scrolled up to reread her message then scrolled down to look at her picture, then smiled like an idiot. When I turned off my phone and slept for a few minutes, I turned it back on and reread her message then stared at the picture, then continued to smile like an idiot again. It went on like that all night and I felt happy every time. I am so weird.

Tags: Teacher-student relationship