My lesbian teacher 👩🏻‍🏫 affair at my all girls boarding school

“My teacher lesbian affair” by Ruohan

Note To Readers: This is the true story of how I was sent to the UK to go to a top all-girls school to study before I entered University. I was just 16 years old and very introverted. It was a great opportunity for me to see how the world was outside China. And to find out who I really was as a person. All the names of people other than me have been changed.
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I had attended a girls’ middle school in Hangzhou China. There I discovered that I was attracted to girls. I would not say that the attraction was “sexual” because I never self- pleasured to thoughts of girls. Nevertheless, I was always glancing at the other girls, especially during badminton practice and of course at changing times.

Once I arrived in the south of England I settled into my individual room and got used to the atmosphere of this very female environment. All of the pupils were girls, of course, and 95% or the teachers were women. I was very happy with this environment because it protected me from having too much contact with boys and men.

One of my favorite subjects was geography, and this class was taught by Miss Goldsmith, who was known as a fine teacher. I too was impressed by her teaching. She was around 40 years old and quite attractive, although her looks were not something I immediately noticed.

During my first few lessons with her I could see she was serious, knowledgeable and professional. She did seem to give me a little more attention than she gave to the other girls. She took more time with me and allowed me more time to answer her questions than she gave to the other girls.

After about a month she would sometimes come somewhat into my personal space. For example, once when I did my project well, she put her hand on my shoulder and said “Ruohan, you are such a lovely, clever girl”. I felt strange when she did this, but also in many ways excited. My teacher was being so nice to me! I also thought this was a bit crazy. I waited to see what she next did.

During my 3rd month at school she made her move. She gave me feedback on my assignment in front of the other girls. The said my work was good, but also told me to see her after class. It was the last class of the week on a Friday in December 2011.

After class I went to see her at her desk. I wanted to know what was wrong with my assignment. So I sat next to her. She was ready and said the following once we were alone: “Ruohan - I must say your assignment was perfect. You have nothing to worry about. You received a 10 out of 10. However, darling, I…. must say something.”

I thought to myself, “Darling? What?” I was so surprised!

Miss Goldsmith then asked me whether I could keep a secret. I said “yes”, as I think I knew what was in her mind.
Her voice became different, almost deep breathing with passion. “Ruohan - I want to confess something to you. I’m a lesbian. And I’m also your teacher, and because I’m your teacher I know it’s wrong and illegal. But I’m highly attracted to you, dear.”

“But I’m your pupil. And young.”

“Ruohan, my Chinese kitten, I love young girls.”

“Miss?”
“Yes darling.” Then she kissed me!!
“Let’s go to my living quarters.” And we did!!!

I knew this was wrong and totally illegal. But my head was spinning and I was tingling all over. I was in full school uniform and never thought my first sexual experience would be like this. I could tell Miss Goldsmith was almost as excited as I was. Just inviting me to her room was wrong and once the door was shut she crossed the line. I walked to her sofa and she said to sit down and I nervously did. She sat next to me.
“Ruohan - how do you feel, dear?”
“I’m not sure, Miss. This is so dangerous, isn’t it?”

“Yes darling, but I have become obsessed with you since you started at the school. I can’t help it now. I best be honest. I have fantasized about you on many nights, thinking of the beauty that lays beneath your uniform. I love your innocence and introverted nature.”

With that she came close to me and lent over me. She kissed me on my lips! Then, with heavy breathing, she kissed my neck and said I was a sweet young girl. Then I felt her hand on my teenage knee. It was so good. I knew it was in a way abuse of her position, but I loved it. I really didn’t understand what was going on, but just knew it was all so sexy.

She lost control. “Oooohh, Ruohan you lovely little girl. You sweetie… I have wanted your young body so much. Please, darling, please!!!”

I was overwhelmed with unfamiliar desires, so I just let it all occur. But suddenly then she stopped, and said: “Please - this is our little secret - yes?”
“Yes Miss Goldsmith. I promise.”
Then she started to explain to me. "Ruohan," she said as she leaned away from me just a little, while keeping her eyes locked on mine. "Have you noticed me admiring you in class？?”

I answered hesitantly. "Well, I guess so. I wasn't sure exactly. I thought you might be looking at me."

"Well, I was looking at you, dear. And I very much liked what I saw."

"What was that, Miss. Goldsmith?"

"I saw a beautiful young girl, just becoming a young woman. It made me think back to when I was your age. When I had all those wonderful, crazy feelings just bubbling up inside me. Feelings that I just didn't quite know what to do with. And it made me think that I wanted to help you understand those feelings."

"Well, I have been feeling a lot of things, lately, that's for sure."

"And, Ruohan, did you notice where I was looking a lot of the time when I was watching you?" She held her breath waiting for me to answer, and my face reddened as I thought about how her eyes devoured me those times in class.

"You know exactly where I was looking, don't you, Ruohan?" She asked, and at the same time she moved one of her hands between my thighs and began to stroke me lightly with just the tips of her fingers.
"I was looking right here, dear. You lovely young schoolgirl!”

"Mmmmmmm," was all I could manage in response to her touch before she leaned in and kissed me again, this time more forcefully. She took my bottom lip between hers and sucked on it, then moved to my top lip and did the same. She kissed me the way I found that I loved to be kissed—slowly, sensuously, with passion. It was the way I had dreamed of being kissed.

All the while, her hand drifted lightly on the inside of my thighs, from my knees, upward, almost to that magical place between my legs. But each time she approached my treasure, she slowly slid her hand down once again. I felt her warm breath in my mouth, coming in little pants now, as my ripe young body began to respond to these delicious sensations.

Just as her tongue pressed inside my mouth, her hand made contact with the thin fabric of my school knickers. She gasped again at this intimate touch, but I offered no resistance. In fact, I let my thighs part just a little, in an instinctive reaction that invited her to continue.

And just as her tongue was probing inside my sweet young mouth, she used two fingers to locate my lower lips and begin tracing up and down along the outline of my little slit, feeling my dark blue knickers grow even wetter with the desire that had been building inside. She pressed the fabric inside my labia and moved one finger upward until I gave out a little moan when she located my clit.

But then she stopped, and removed her hand and her lips. She looked deeply into my eyes. "Do you like what I'm doing, Ruohan?"

"Oh, yesssssss," I sighed, unable to talk above a whisper.

"Do you want me to go further, dear?"

"Please, Miss. Please touch me like that again!"

She continued and lifted my skirt. She lost her breath as she looked at my dark blue school knickers and my pale smooth young skin. “Ruohan, you are lovely. So young so fresh so tight. I can’t help it!” She proceeded to lean down to kiss my young thighs, moving her face all the way up towards my knickers. She breathed in my musty smells and lovingly and lustfully licked my navy blue knicker covered pussy. I was in heaven.

“Lovely lovely” she panted.

She then helped me remove my school blouse and tie. Marveling at my soft young skin, she kissed all over my chest. Then she couldn’t help herself and ripped my bra off.

She watched as my breasts rose and fell rapidly with excitement. She put her hand gently on my left breast and felt the pounding of my heart. It was beating with a fury reminiscent of a frightened animal that has been captured and doesn't quite understand what is happening. Her other hand moved to my right breast, and she began to massage them both very gently at first, but gradually increasing the pressure of her touch. She rolled my young nipples between her thumb and fingers and leaned in to kiss me again. This time my mouth opened wide to invite her inside.

She pressed her tongue inside and began to explore, my heart beating almost as fast as hers. A little smile crossed her lips as her tongue found mine and began a tentative little dance. With this encouragement, she took both my breasts fully in her hands and kneaded them sensuously to the rhythm of our tongues' caresses.

My own nipples were so hard they were almost painful, and I felt the same dampness between my legs that I felt those times in class when I imagined doing this with her. Only this time it was real! And it was even more beautiful than I'd imagined.

Slowly, she removed her lips from mine and began kissing lightly down my neck, then upward to my ears and down again, with soft little kisses that raised goose bumps on my tight skin. Soon, her lips reached my chest and a little moan of anticipation escaped my lips.

And, sure enough, her mouth found my breasts and her tongue traced an outline around each one, licking lightly at that sensitive skin underneath my pert mounds, and then making smaller and smaller circles until she was outlining my areolas with her wet licks. With each touch of her tongue, I could almost see my nipples grow a little before my eyes.

Sensing from my little moans that I was ready, she took first one nipple, then the other between her lips and sucked them in turn, all the while, her tongue swirling and teasing them. As she took my left breast as far into her mouth as she could, her right hand slid over my flat belly toward my knickers. And when she encountered the fabric, she paused for a minute to tickle that sensitive area just beneath my belly button. Again, more goose bumps.

But just as she was so close to her prize, a feeling of near panic seemed to have swept over her. "What the hell are you doing? You're about to do something you're going to badly regret." But despite the pangs of guilt and her own uncertainty about making love to a young schoolgirl, she plunged ahead.

She hesitated for only a moment. Then, while still suckling firmly at my tender breast, she hooked her fingers in my school knickers and began to pull them down. Instinctively, I lifted my hips from the couch to help as she exposed my treasure for the first time. She paused in her suckling just long enough to allow her to reach down and slide my knickers down my smooth, shapely legs. And off.

I was now totally naked, aroused almost to the point of confusion, and completely in her control. And she didn't hesitate to claim the prize that she had been lusting for. She took my breast once again into her mouth and slid her hand firmly and assertively between my thighs, opening me to her touch.

This time there was no teasing, no build up. She didn't want to risk losing her nerve and she couldn't bear to delay any longer. Her fingers began to trace over the outline of my little slit so she could feel the nectar that had begun to seep from me. She parted my lips and smeared the lubrication over my tight opening, making sure that she sickened my growing little bud. She ran two fingers up and down the tender flesh, over and over, each time teasing my clit by trapping it briefly between her fingers and squeezing gently. My little squeals of delight and pleasure created little pulses and throbs in her own wet tunnel.

Finally, she slid her middle finger inside, but only barely as my tightness resisted my entrance. I was amazingly tight. And even though by this time she and I both desperately wanted her finger inside me, she had to move slowly, inching it inside my tight little tunnel until I was whimpering at the delicious feeling of this invasion. My breathing was faster and my hips were rising involuntarily from the sofa as I tried to draw her deeper inside.

At last, her finger was buried completely, and she took her thumb and massaged my swollen little clitty, back and forth, up and down, with my oozing nectar slickening the way. After only a few strokes of her thumb, she felt my small body stiffen and begin to shake. My stomach muscles grew taught and I held my breath. It was as if I was completely paralyzed for just a moment.

Then I felt the pulsing, the throbbing of my little cunt as my climax shot down from the top of my head to the tips of my toenails. I cried out loudly, and she quickly put one hand over my panting mouth to muffle the sound, even as her other hand cupped my little mound and ground against my clit while her middle finger continued to stir inside my throbbing tunnel.

She removed her hand from my mouth and replaced it with her lips, and I felt the warm breath of her panting inside my mouth. She knew that she had made me feel things I’d never felt before, just as she was feeling strange new things. And with that thought, she could feel her own juices begin to trickle from herself and slicken the insides of her knickers.

Finally, the throbbing and tingling subsided as the final few waves of orgasm washed over me, and I went limp. She slid her finger out and raised it to her lips to taste my sweet teenage nectar. The taste of me created tingling deep in her belly, and she knew direly needed to taste me again, only more fully and completely.

She pulled my limp little body next to her and held me, stroking my damp hair and tingling her fingertips over my cheeks, my neck, and my chest, where the smooth skin was still flushed pink with the afterglow of my orgasm.

We lay together on the couch for, I'm not sure how long, my body still shuddering every now and then with little aftershocks. She held me tight, trying to make me feel safe in her arms. She whispered quiet little reassuring things in my ear, letting me know that it was okay to feel like this, to enjoy the touch of another woman—even when it's your teacher.

Of course, her own arousal was continuing to increase because my naked little body was still pressed against her. I could smell the scent of her own cunt, which had been oozing nectar since before she got into her room, knowing what she was planning for me this afternoon. She’d been masturbating to the thought of me for almost 3 months, so when it actually became real, she almost came without even touching herself.

But now she was longing for release. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive that the least little movement pushed her closer. Her nipples literally ached they were so stiff and aroused. Just the touch of the light cotton fabric of her dress made her shiver. But she was not expecting me to do anything for her today. She knew I was certainly confused about what had happened, so she decided that today would only be a day for me to receive pleasure. She would have her own pleasure from me another time, she was sure of it by the way I responded to her.

Slowly she moved to one end of the sofa, stretching me out along the length of it and placing one of my bare feet flat on the floor. This position had the effect that she wanted—it spread me wide open... to her view, her touch, and ultimately to her taste. When I realized how exposed I was, I instinctively reached down to try and cover my glistening girlhood. But she moved my hands away from her prize and whispered reassurances. I laid very still with my hands resting on my taught belly.

She paused for a moment to simply admire me. To drink in the sight of my body, which she had only been able to imagine until that day. My skin was so smooth and firm, with a tightness that only a young teenage girl can know. Her eyes moved upward from my toes, along my young legs, until it reached that coveted V between my legs. But she didn't linger there yet. She wanted to take me all in before returning to claim her ultimate prize.

Her eyes continued upward, to my flat belly, which was actually a bit sunken right then because I was lying on my back. She watched my abdomen rising and falling slowly with each breath. My belly button was a cute little "innie," and I couldn't wait for her tongue to dip inside it.

Farther up, her tongue found my breasts. They looked rather small right then as I laid on my young back. They reminded me how they had developed just during the course of that school year . . . growing to the point that the other curious girls were noticing. Indeed, the girls were jealous, and I was lusting for them. And there was no longer any doubt that they were deliciously real. No artificial augmentation there! My areolas were large and dark pink, the nipples rising from them still erect and pulling them tight. I don't know whether it was from the cool of the air-conditioning or the heat of her gaze, but my nipples were reaching up and begging for more attention.

Then she focused on my pretty face—the graceful curve of my jaw, my full sensuous lips. Of every part of her, it was her mouth that was the most erotic. Her full lips were slightly parted as she relaxed. Her nose was small and slightly turned up. Cute was the best way to describe it, and it seemed so out of place with her more womanly features.


My eyes were closed. But she knew exactly what they looked like—large, brown, and expressive. She had looked into them many times in class. They had caught her staring more than once, imagining what it would be like if ever she were able to get me to the exact place where I was right then. She would have loved to see the look in them as I realized what she was about to do, but she decided not to disturb me, to make me open them just yet because she wanted me to be completely relaxed for what was to come.

Finally, my hair—dark and shiny, flowing down past my shoulders when I stood. But now it was forming a lovely black frame for my face as it sprawled carelessly over the sofa cushion and cascaded downward slightly off the edge of the couch. She couldn't keep from reaching down to brush it out of her face a little, partly so she could see me more completely, and partly to demonstrate that she was in charge.

Finally, it was time for her prize. She scooted her knees underneath herseld at the end of the couch, and the position brought her face in perfect position directly above my little pussy. She admired the curve of it, as it rose below my flat belly, the misty odors and she saw that her assumption was correct—it was totally bare.
To be continued....