"Yes, ma'am, I do have a girlfriend. Her name is Desy, she's an accounting student." I replied hesitantly.
"Wow, we've been out together a lot, haven't we?" Mrs. Dola guessed.
"Desy and I never go out, ma'am. We only see each other during breaks in the school library," I replied innocently.
"What kind of dating is that?!" Mrs. Dola chuckled, feeling amused by what I'd just said.
"Dating means going out, Ryan. Going to romantic places, or going to the movies, that'd be fun, wouldn't it?" Mrs. Dola continued.
"I don't have the courage yet, ma'am. Even though Desy often asks me out, I don't feel like I have the extra money for it. My parents' remittances are really tight, just enough for daily expenses, my boarding house, and my monthly school fees," I said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, is that why you're refusing to go out because you don't have enough money?" Mrs. Dola commented.
"Not really, Ma'am. I've told Desy that reason before. She's even willing to cover everything if I go out with her," I explained.
"So, why are you still refusing?" Mrs. Dola asked curiously.
"Like I said, I'm still embarrassed and don't know what to do. All this time, we've only talked, and even then, it's mostly about schoolwork." I replied, and Mrs. Dola shook her head.
"So, that's all it's been? Have you never kissed her?" Mrs. Dola asked. I simply shook my head in response.
"What kind of dating is that? That's really funny!" Mrs. Dola chuckled again.
"When the bell rings, will you help me?" she continued.
"What kind of help, Ma'am?" I asked curiously.
"I need to find a book in the old library warehouse, at the very end of this school building. Will you help me?" Mrs. Dola asked hopefully.
"Of course, Ma'am. When the bell rings, I won't go straight back to my boarding house. Where should I wait for Mrs. Dola?" I asked back.
"Just wait in front of this classroom, I'll come to you," Mrs. Dola replied, standing up. Before she stepped forward, she stroked my shoulder with a sweet smile.
Mrs. Dola was beautiful, with fair skin and long, wavy hair. Although slightly overweight, she had a toned figure. Her breasts were voluptuous and her hips firm. Despite being 35, she still looked remarkably youthful. Many people even mistook Mrs. Dola for a mid-semester college student if they met outside of school hours, not wearing her teacher's uniform.
After almost 10 years of marriage, the beautiful teacher still had no children. Her husband, an architect, was always traveling out of town, even out of the province. At most, he would return home once a week, and even then, he would rarely return home more often than once or twice a month. That's probably why Mrs. Dola's body still looks as youthful as a woman in her 20s, and the lack of touch also makes the beautiful teacher have a passionate and explosive desire for sex.
It's natural for such desires to arise in women who have been married for years, suddenly having to suppress their passions due to circumstances. However, some are able to endure it, while others are not; it all depends on the circumstances and the woman herself.
Actually, Mrs. Dola isn't a woman easily tempted by other men. This is evident from the years she's been living with her husband, who rarely comes home, and there's never been any deviant behavior, such as infidelity.
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The bell rang, signaling the end of the last lesson of the day. All the students, including me, filed out of the classroom after packing their stationery into their bags. As promised, I didn't go home like my classmates. I stood in front of the classroom waiting for Mrs. Dola, who was on her way to the office. Not long after, Mrs. Dola appeared out of the office, she immediately approached me who had been waiting for her in front of the classroom for several minutes.
"Come on, Ryan, let's go to the warehouse now!" she invited. I nodded and walked beside her toward the warehouse in question.
The warehouse, the former school library, was located at the end of the school building. Being a warehouse, it was naturally quiet, and no students or teachers would go there unless they needed to find something.
We arrived in front of the former school library. After opening the door, Mrs. Dola invited me inside. The lights were turned on, revealing piles of worn books, some scattered on the floor and others arranged on bookshelves. Indeed, there was no one there but the two of us. We sat at a long table with chairs.
"What books are we going to look for in this warehouse, Ma'am?" I asked, starting a conversation on the long bench where we were sitting.
"Who said we were looking for books?" Dola replied with a smile.
"So, what are we doing here, Ma'am?" "Did Mrs. Dola say in class that she wanted help finding a book?" I asked, surprised.
"I actually didn't invite you here to find a book, but to teach you about another subject," Dola replied, smiling again.
"Hey, didn't we already study in class, Miss?" I asked again. Mrs. Dola just smiled, then she leaned in, making me even more surprised.
"I'll teach you how to make love if you already have a boyfriend," Mrs. Dola said, half-whispering in my ear. I, who didn't understand the meaning of the beautiful teacher's whisper, just remained silent, staring at Mrs. Dola's face, which was always moist and smiling.
Not long after, Mrs. Dola shifted her body closer, until our gazes were very close. The first thing I felt was the touch of her beautiful fingers on my neck, then she reached for my neck until our faces were almost touching...