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For the last three years, I have been teaching English
as a Second Language. I have had several students at
various levels and for various lengths of time. Two
years ago I had started working with Wu. He was Chinese
and a project manager at a local car factory. He was a
very intelligent man and probably had a vocabulary that
surpassed mine, but he pronunciation needed some
sharpening.
When I first started working with Wu he was alone, but
soon his wife, Betty, moved to the US. Betty was a
nickname, I'm not sure if I could pronounce her Chinese
name. Like many Chinese students, she had taken an
American name in English class and used it when she
moved to here.
A combination of several things led to my working on
Betty's English. The main reason was Wu would never be
on time for our meetings. He always had one complication
or another at the factory that needed attending. So
while I waited for him, I would work with Betty. Like
Wu, she had a very good understanding of written
English, but on the other hand, her ability to use the
language was at a much lower level. So our conversations
called for many hand gestures, pictures drawn on a
tablet and many facial expressions.
I didn't enjoy the fact that Wu was often late, but
working with Betty was a pleasant compensation. She was
eager to learn and attractive. For an Asian woman, she
had large breasts. They were sphere like. Though I
fantasized about those breasts quite often, I never let
the thoughts go past my imagination.
I liked both Betty and Wu, but was always near ending
our lessons. The fact that Wu was always late, made me
wonder how long I would continue giving lessons. It
wasn't that Wu was always late, it was also a case of
never knowing when he would appear. He might be 10
minutes late, or he might be two hours. I made a habit
of leaving after 90 minutes. I knew eventually, I would
need to put m foot down and say 'The end.' This would
mean for both Wu and Betty. I couldn't envision Wu
accepting my teaching his wife after dropping him.
One of the main frustrations with this ever changing
schedule of Wu's was often Betty would have possession
of the car. In the middle of our lesson Wu would call
and Betty would leave for 30 minutes to pick up her
husband, leaving me at their small apartment.
During the summer months Betty and Wu's apartment was
often quite hot; something they didn't seem to mind, but
I often left dripping with sweat. The part of China that
Betty and Wu were from was also very hot, so they never
seemed to notice that their apartment reached
temperatures of what I would guess was in the 80's. They
would wear shorts and light shirts (much to my delight
in Betty's case), but never seemed to get hot.
The summer heat also seemed to raise the emotional
tension. At the factory, the demand for new year models
was high and Wu's schedule became even more erratic.
Maybe the most unnerving aspect of this work pressure
was displayed in conversations between Betty and Wu.
Repeatedly he would come home from work in a surly mood.
He never took his frustrations out in conversation with
me, though he was often surly, instead there would be
tiffs between him and Betty. Since they argued in
Chinese, I never knew what they were discussing and both
professed that they weren't mad after the little
outbursts.
After I had been working with Wu for six months, it was
getting to the point where something needed to change.
Several times I had told Wu that the lack of respect for
my time was very frustrating. He told me he understood,
though his apologies never seemed heartfelt. Betty on
the other hand, was more compassionate. Unfortunately,
she might have felt she seemed to have little influence
over Wu when it came to his job.
All this came to a boiling point the first week in
August. Betty and I were working had been working on
pronunciation for the better part of an hour. As it is
very often in teaching a language you, try to make
learning as fun as possible. This is for both the
student and the teacher. We were playing with words that
end in 'lope.'
Do antelopes eat cantaloupes? Can you mail an antelope
in an envelope?
Though it might seem someone juvenile humor, Betty and I
were laughing each time one or the other made up another
ludicrous image. Humor aside, this was also a learning
experience. I have found that, unless an ESL student
works in a restaurant (and many do), their vocabulary
doesn't include many foods that they eat every day. They
will know how to say 'carrot' in Chinese, but not
English.
Also, the more you play with words the more you learn
about your student. In this case, Betty was learning
what a cantaloupes was, but surprised me when she said,
"The antelope looks at a cantaloupes under the
microscope." But the more I thought about it, I
remembered Betty had studied biology, so it should be no
surprise she knew what a 'microscope' was.
Then there was a phone call and a terse conversation.
When Betty hung up she quietly said that Wu would be
very late. When I asked her how long, she said she
couldn't say.
I didn't want Betty to think I was mad at her, but I was
furious. I stood up, said I had to leave and left. A
week later Wu called and told me Betty was wondering if
I would be back. I had cooled off greatly which was
unfortunate, since Betty was the one who saw my anger
and frustration.
I told Wu that I would not be back this week. I told him
that I had some things to take care of which was true. I
had not done my laundry in several weeks and decided I
would cancel our lesson. In the same breath, I told him
I would be over one week late.
I'm not sure what Wu thought, but we said good-bye and
hung up. I think he was thinking I would also cancel the
next week as well, that I had had enough, but was too
polite to say so.
I wanted to let Betty know this was not the case so a
couple days before our next lesson I called her at home
and told her what we would be working on. I did this to
let her know I planned to show up.
It was obvious Betty was glad to see me again when I
arrived. She had done some shopping. On the table was a
couple of cantaloupes, with a stuffed antelope perched
over it, as though it was eating the melon. Like all the
previous times, Betty made no apology for her husband.
We joked about the antelope and the cantaloupe and got
out the work books. After working for 20 minutes, I had
Betty take a break from the lesson. This was common
practice in our routine. After we had warmed up, I would
indulge Betty in some general conversation. Usually, it
was a break for me, more than her. As she would look
over her book, I would be able to catch glimpses of her
breasts and after 20 minutes of this voyeurism I could
no longer concentrate.
This time was a little different. I felt I needed to
explain to her why I had left. That it was not her
fault, instead she worried I would probably stop the
lessons if it happened again. I also told her why I
thought I could not only teach her. She nodded and said
she understood.
This was a very frustrating situation for me. Since
Betty was such a diligent student she was progressing
very quickly. As a teacher, you understand that it is up
to the student's wishes how fast they learn.
Occasionally you can find a way to spark those desires,
but mostly you hope the embers are burning already and
all it takes is a little fanning to get the fire going.
It was mix of desires and emotions in the room as we
talked. I really regretted the fact that I might have to
end my lessons. But other things seemed to be going on.
It was especially hot in the apartment and it seemed
that Betty had her shirt unbuttoned an extra button,
which really wasn't much since she often had her shirts
completely button. As we talked, I noticed that heat had
affected the cantaloupes. The cantaloupes were at peak
ripeness and giving off a pungent aroma.
It's overly used cliché, but I was filled with desire,
but unsure of which melons I wanted the most. The
conversation had slipped into a lull and I suddenly
realized we were saying nothing, but just smiling at
each other like two seventh graders at the us stop. If
Betty had been American and single I would have known
what that moment meant, but since she was neither, I had
no clue what she was thinking. I figured it must have
been something like, "Why do Americans sweat so much."
When the phone rang I was grateful, since I had lost
track of what to do next with Betty.
It was evident who was on the phone. Betty turned her
head and spoke quietly into the telephone in Chinese; it
was clear she was speaking to her husband.
I got up from the kitchen table that we held our lessons
at, and sprawled out on the couch. I knew if Wu was done
at work, he would need Betty to come pick him up since I
had noticed their car in the parking lot. I wasn't too
concern, and was thinking about taking a nap on the
couch. Something I had gotten into the habit of doing
when Betty picked up Wu. I couldn't get the smell of the
cantaloupes out of my head and was wondering if Betty
would mind me snacking on one while she was gone.
After the conversation, Betty came to the couch and
kneeled down beside it. I started tensing up. As much as
I knew it would happen, I dreaded it.
When she said, "Please don't go," I was a bit relieved.
I thought that meant that she would pick up Wu and she
didn't want me to leave while she was gone.
Then I felt her lay her hand on my thigh, just below the
bottom of my shorts. I nearly jumped. It was as though
she had pricked me with a needle. In six months of
lessons, we had touched very little. Though we often sat
next to each other, the contact was little more than the
occasional brushing of shoulders. Adding to the head of
the room, her hand seemed to burn my thigh.
"Wu, must work late," she said.
I couldn't explain how, but the expression on my face
changed and Betty added (again), "Please don't go."
With the second comment, she slid her hand up the leg of
my shorts. I was wearing boxers, so as her hand traveled
it glided along my thigh, to my hip onto my penis.
For some reason it was as though I was in intensive
care, with all my functions being monitored. I could
feel the instant increase in my heart rate as it thumped
against my sternum.
Her stealth-like hand moved to my penis before it could
react, but once she touched me the reaction was radical.
I started to protest, "Betty..." but as her hand
continued move and her name came out as an endearment.
I felt as though I was in a thunderstorm. Her actions
were amazingly exciting, yet filled with sparks of
danger. My fears of Wu walking in were quickly put aside
when I realized his mode of transportation was at the
apartment. Also, Betty's request for me not to leave
meant that what she was doing was an apology for the
fact that Wu would be very late.
***
Though I knew Wu would not be coming home to stop this
action, my sense of morality could. I felt it wasn't
right for me to be enjoying sexual pleasure from my
student.
"Wu..." I started, but my thought trailed off when Betty
wrapped her small hand around my penis.
Betty looked up at me, slide her hand out from my shorts
and said, "Wu is at work. He will not come home."
She had taken my attempts to stop her actions, as worry
that Wu would be coming home. Before I could clarify,
she had grabbed the elastic of my shorts and began to
pull them down. Though there was resistance in my mind,
my hips lifted so she could slide off my shorts.
Once she had my shorts to my knees she placed her tongue
at the top of my testicles and glided a path of salvia
to the head of my penis. Again she gripped my shaft with
her hand, her thumb placed under the head of my penis,
using the saliva to break the friction as she rubbed her
round digit against my erection.
So often had I envisioned a foray into physical pleasure
with Betty, but now it was real and so different from my
imagination, so much better. Never in my wildest
fantasies had I believed Betty would be so adventurous
and certainly not so aggressive My fantasies had themes
of making love to an innocent flower from the East. Now
I was sensing that it would be Betty making love to ME.
As she rubbed me with her thumb, she looked up for a
reaction. With that my eyes rolled. I closed my eyes and
let out a gentle moan of encouragement.
Betty slide her thumb down to the base of my penis,
taking what was left into her mouth. The sensation and
the fact I was realizing excitement I had only imagined
had my toes curled and my back arched. Betty's reaction
was to focus her tongue where her thumb had been tipping
the scales into an orgasm.
As I let out a long groan, Betty took her hand and
clamped down on my penis, with her thumb secured at the
base. This did not stop my orgasm, but restrained the
sperm. As my penis twitched, she continued to massage my
penis with her tongue.
With the ending of my orgasm, Betty released my penis
and unbuttoned my shirt. She stood up and pulled at my
arms to do likewise. Once I was on my feet I kissed her
with a soft delicate kiss and firmly embraced her. My
penis glanced against the fabric of her shorts, sending
a shiver through my body. Betty broke our embrace and
threw the cushions off the couch. I realized what she
was doing; in a small apartment, the couch was also the
bed. I took over unfolding the couch and Betty opened
the drawer on the stand next to the couch. She set a
condom on the arm of the couch.
I grabbed the waist of her shorts and undid the button
and unzipped her pants.
While doing this, I began to kiss her. Stopping our kiss
for a moment I pushed down her shorts. Her panties
rolled up as the passed by her round hips.
I lifted Betty's shirt and began kissing her belly. As I
was doing this, working my way near and around her dark
swatch of hair above her clit, she removed her shirt and
bra.
I stood up and kissed her mouth once again, this time
deeper, with my tongue searching for hers. I lifted her
up, pulling her face to mine, and she wrapped her legs
around my waist. We kissed in that position for a while,
lingering and discovering each other's nuances.
I moved to the couch, now a bed, and in this position
Betty could move her legs and stand on the bed. I
stepped back so I could remove my shorts and take off my
shirt. I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my
shoes. Betty bent over and wrapped herself over my
shoulders, kissing my neck.
My penis had stirred into a near erect position and when
I turned to Betty she grasped at it; allowing it to slip
out of her grasp in a sensual release. I pushed her back
onto her back and as her head turned, with her eyes
looking for the condom, I gently bite her hip bone. She
winced and I began a pilgrimage that would rendezvous my
tongue and her clitoris.
Once at the pagoda that housed her clit, I slid the ends
of my thumbs into her vagina, parting the lips for
easier access. I flirted and tease my tongue against her
clitoris. Varying the rhythm I would build tension in
her thighs and then stop, causing her to push her hips
toward me and to clutch at my hair. When I would stop I
would dive my tongue into her vagina or touch the curve
of her ass, sliding my tongue across her pussy lips to
her clit.
By now, we were both coated in sweat. I realized I had
brought her to the brink of an orgasm several times and
it was the time to zero in. I increased the pressure of
my tongue and just pounded out a throbbing beat against
her knob. She was whispering encouragement, but in
Chinese so I was unsure what she was saying, but I knew
I was meeting her wishes and plotted ahead.
Betty tensed her hips, lifting them several inches off
the bed, holding herself in the position for a few
seconds as I continued to tongue her. Then with a small
squeal she totally let go, with her hips dropping to the
bed. Her body squirmed every so slightly and when my
tongue found her clit. I sensed a throbbing and could
tell she was at a point where I could trigger another
orgasm with only a few light licks against her clit. I
was able to bring her off three more times this way.
***
I crawled up next to her, kissed her and laid back to
rest. After a few moments I asked, "Did you like that?"
Twice she started to answer, but couldn't find the
English words to respond. Without words, she began to
respond physically. Her hands began at my nipples.
Playing with one, then the other.
She continued to play with my nipples, as she rolled her
body, eventually she lifted her leg over me and was
straddling my stomach. I could feel some of her juices
ooze against my belly and she ran her hands through my
chest hair. Her hands came to my cheeks. Framing my face
with her small hands she kissed me. As she did that, I
could feel her hips begin to pivot and realized she was
humping my stomach.
Betty broke our kiss and moved her hands above my head
so her tits were suspended before my face. She continued
to rock her pelvis against me as I licked and nibbled on
her nipples. I had placed my hands on her lower back
holding and pushing her as she bumped and grinded her
hips into me. While she was humping me, she moved her
hips lower and lower toward my penis, until I could no
longer reach her tits with my mouth.
Her crotch was beginning to bump against my resurrected
penis. Her small frame was not down far enough to slide
my penis in her, but her lips had connected with mine
again. She stopped her hips as our tongues played tag in
each of our mouths. Betty broke our kiss and kissed my
eyelids then reached for the condom.
Once she found it on the side of the sofa bed she
squatted past my penis finding a seat on my thighs. She
gripped my penis in her fist, sliding her hand up and
down. While doing this, she looked at me with a leer.
"Penis," I told her.
"Pee-nus?" She tried to repeat, but didn't seem to
understand what I was saying.
I looked down at my penis and tapped the head that was
protruding out of her grip.
"This is a penis," I explained.
Betty had a bit of a confused look on her face.
"I thought this was cock?" She asked, explaining her
confusion. She continued to stroke her hand up and down
as she said this.
"Yes, it is called a cock as well," I smiled and told
her.
Again a naught grin appeared on her face, and she said,
"I want to take your cock." Then she release my cock and
opened the condom package. She unrolled some of the
condom in her hand and then placed it on my penis,
unrolling it the rest of the way down my shaft.
She then crawled forward. With her pussy over my cock,
she put her left hand on my shoulder for balance and
with her right hand she directed me into her.
Betty rocked her hips up and down my penis then asked,
"You like?"
I looked up at her smiling... I more than liked it. I
grabbed her waist and pulled her down on me as I lifted
up my hips.
"Yes, I like very much," I assured her and continued to
pump into her as her breasts jiggled before me. "Do you
like?"
She smiled and her face should some subtle
embarrassment, not about the question, but for her
answer: "I like very much your cock in me."
She laid on my chest and we continued to thrust our hips
into each other.
After we had been vigorously humping like animals for
five minutes, Betty lifted her body so she could move
her hand back to my penis. I stopped my strokes,
thinking she wanted to change positions.
Grabbing the base of my penis, she continued to pushed
her hips down on me. With her hand gripping my penis
only my head was sliding in and out of Betty. The
sensation was amazing and from the sounds that she began
to make this was rattling a few dishes n Betty's orgasm
cabinet.
Betty began to whisper softly in Chinese and I could no
longer refrain. She must have felt the sperm pumping
into her. Unlike the last time she let this orgasm flow
out of me. As my orgasm poured out of me, Betty clamped
her teeth into my chest. Her bite would leave me marked
for several days; making a smile to appear on my face
each time I saw it in the mirror.
Throughout my orgasm and the biting, she did not miss a
beat. She continued to grind her pussy down on me,
eventually causing her to tense as solid as a ceramic
tea cup, then releasing to softness.
My thoughts drifted as though I was dreaming. I longed
to just lie with Betty, but I knew if I remained on the
bed listening to her gentle purring, I would soon be
asleep. I knew the telephone would eventually ring and I
didn't want this fantasy to end... yet.
***
"That was wonderful," I whispered.
It was the kind of wonderful that when you say
'wonderful' you only wish there was a more powerful word
to express the sentiment. You wish that, and hope it
will happen again.
My penis softened and I pushed Betty's hips up. She held
the condom against my penis so it would slide out of
her, as I did. Betty rolled beside me and curled up
against me. I kissed the top of her head, her forehead
and then her lips. A passionate kiss that explained how
much I had enjoyed our lovemaking so far. A kiss that
hints at a desire for more. I put my arms around her and
we hugged tightly.
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