The First Time Holding Hands with Liu Yan
Midday classes ended, and Ma Jun waited until nearly everyone had cleared out of the classroom before packing up his things. He headed out, planning to drop by the office for some intimate time with Zhang Li. But after just a few steps, he spotted Liu Yan standing gracefully under a big tree, watching him—she'd clearly been waiting a while.
Surprised and thrilled, Ma Jun hurried over. "Teacher Liu, what are you doing here?"
"Cut it out. No one's around, so drop the formalities."
Liu Yan flashed a radiant smile, revealing her neat, pearly teeth. "I feel like going shopping. Come with me."
"Uh, well..."
Ma Jun hesitated. Before, he'd have fainted from excitement at her request, but he'd already promised Zhang Li midday fun. He hadn't expected Liu Yan to ask him out like this.
"Got something else? Or rushing home?"
Liu Yan's tone sharpened at his pause. "Forget it, then. I'll find someone else."
As she turned to leave, Ma Jun panicked—this was too good to pass up. He blocked her path. "Teacher Liu, I'll go."
In that moment, he decided: shop with Liu Yan first, then explain to Zhang Li later.
"That's more like it. Let's go."
Liu Yan's smile bloomed, her eyes sparkling with life. Even in simple clothes, she radiated stunning allure—the undisputed queen of beauties at San Zhong.
They walked side by side to the school gate, where a line of junior high kids filed out, all sneaking curious glances at the tall, striking Liu Yan. An old gatekeeper with graying hair stepped out, grinning. "Teacher Liu, off work? And who's this...?"
His eyes landed on Ma Jun beside her, puzzled. Ma Jun was tall and sturdy, nearly 1.75 meters—almost ten centimeters taller than Liu Yan. Together, they looked like a couple, though everyone knew she was married.
"Oh, Uncle Wang, this is my cousin Ma Jun. He's a high school freshman."
Liu Yan smiled lightly and naturally took Ma Jun's hand, introducing them as she subtly accustomed the school to their closeness.
Ma Jun's heart pounded as her warm, silky hand gripped his. His fingers froze—he was stunned. This was the first time since meeting her that Liu Yan had initiated physical contact.
"Ah, your cousin! No wonder the kid's so handsome."
Uncle Wang chuckled and nodded, his gaze flicking between them. These cousins are both tall—the guy's sharp-looking, the girl's gorgeous. They really could pass for siblings.
"Bye, Uncle Wang."
Liu Yan waved warmly, still holding Ma Jun's hand as they left campus. Seeing the jealous stares from nearby guys, Ma Jun felt a rush of pride. Having a hot, sexy cousin like this wouldn't suck. Parading around school twice a day? Total show-off material.
But once outside the gate, Liu Yan let go. Seeing his disappointed look, she smiled faintly. "Ma Jun, don't overthink it. That was just for show in front of others. I've been clear: it's impossible between us. We can only be friends."
Ma Jun had expected this, but it irked him. If you wanna keep your distance, why drag me shopping? You're cutting into my time with Zhang Li.
As if reading his mind, Liu Yan continued, "I know you like me, Ma Jun. But how deep is it? Do you really like me, or is it like Feng Kun and the others—just wanting to sleep with me? Honestly, you don't seem much different."
Ma Jun flushed red, indignant as if insulted. "Teacher Liu, I'm not like Feng Kun. I really like you. I'd never hurt you or force you into anything. That's not fair."
"Fine, I take it back."
Liu Yan sighed. "You liking me is your freedom—I can't stop that. But accepting it? That's mine. You shouldn't push me. Agree?"
Ma Jun was speechless, nodding reluctantly after a beat. Liu Yan smirked triumphantly. I was a college debate champ, after all. No way I lose an argument—especially to a high school freshman.
She'd pulled him aside today to set him straight: what was best for him, no more delusions. It wouldn't do either of them good. But she didn't want it too stiff, so shopping made a casual chat spot.
"So, problem solved. I'm glad you like me—that's it."
"Ma Jun, you'll meet lots of people you like in life, but not every crush needs an ending. Someday you'll find the one you truly love, and you'll get what love really is. You're too young now."
"Teacher Liu, I get it. I know what love is."
Impulsively, Ma Jun grabbed her silky hand. "I fell for you the first time I saw you. I really love you. I wanna be with you. When you're sad, it hurts me. When others bully you, I wanna protect you—forever."
Liu Yan tensed at his fervor, instinctively tugging free, but he held tight. After a few futile tries, she gave up, heart fluttering. From an adult, those vows would sound childish. From a fifteen-year-old? They hit heavy. Her prepared lecture evaporated—logic she aced, but feelings? Irrational. No wonder this proud wife rejected suitors yet softened for a student.
"Ma Jun, calm down."
Her cheeks pinked. She couldn't be harsh with him. Feng Kun pulling this? She'd slap him silly. She'd lumped Ma Jun in to say her heart and body belonged elsewhere—no sharing. But bluntness hurt too much; she hoped he'd grasp it gently, cooling his feelings over time.
"Teacher Liu, I don't want anything else. Just seeing you daily is enough. I won't mess with your family or force you."
Ma Jun's voice choked, gripping tighter. She was right, but yielding felt like losing her forever. "If you don't believe me, I'll write a pledge."
Liu Yan almost laughed, touched by his sincerity. She'd gotten confessions since junior high, but never a pledge. "Fine, write it. But mean it—or I'll never trust you again."
"Teacher Liu, I will. Or I'll vanish from your sight."
"Enough of that."
Liu Yan smiled softly. Spotting the new supermarket ahead, she said, "Let's browse. Hungry? My treat."
His stomach growled right on cue. She burst out laughing, eyes dancing, utterly captivating.
Ma Jun blushed. At his age, he was growing fast—always hungry soon after eating. Most kids stashed snacks; he burned more with his build and sports. Zhang Li even prepped chocolate for stamina before office romps.
"Let's eat first."
Liu Yan quelled her giggles at his flush, leading him into a fast-food spot by the door. "Here? Crowds elsewhere midday."
"Whatever you say, Teacher Liu."
The place bustled. Ma Jun clung to her hand, heart sweet. Shopping and eating with her daily? Paradise.
Meals tiered: 10 yuan one meat one veg, 15 two meats one veg, 20 two each. Liu Yan grabbed two top-tier 20-yuan ones, finding a quiet corner.
Ma Jun devoured his, midway noticing her watching amusedly. "Teacher Liu, eat up—it's cooling."
"Not that hungry. Few bites fill me."
She slid her tray over. "Here, yours too. Just had some rice. You don't mind, right?"
He shook his head eagerly. Sharing food was for close pals—like him snatching Huang Guoxin's tasty bites. Her doing this meant he wasn't an outsider. Bliss.
She gaped as he polished both trays clean. She'd figured leftovers. "Full? Another?"
"Nah, stuffed."
He patted his belly, burping accidentally. Mortified—girls hated sloppy eaters. Did my gulping kill her appetite?
"Yep, full. Good—first time treating you, gotta fill you up."
Liu Yan grinned, no disgust. She dabbed oil from his mouth with a napkin—like a big sis doting on her brother.
Ma Jun sat still, warmed. Before, it was lustful awe; now, tender affection. This could be enough.
"Let's go."
She smiled, exiting. They grabbed iced colas next door; she handed him one, sipping hers while strolling the ground floor.
He downed his fast, tossing the cup. "Teacher Liu, too cold—freezing your hands. Lemme hold it."
She blinked, then passed it, smirking. "Didn't peg you for the caring type. Dated before? How many girlfriends?"
"Teacher Liu, never."
He explained: poor times, Mom washing in winter cold. He'd warm her hands. Learned women needed warmth or risked issues. Instinct kicked in.
"Ma Jun, tough life. Your mom's amazing."
Liu Yan's eyes teared. "Be good to her. I'll visit sometime."
"Really, Teacher Liu?"
He froze. Her meeting Mom?
"Yep. Wanna see what kind of mom raised such a great student."
She smiled mysteriously—her own motives unshared.
They chatted his past with Mom—her sighing, tearing up. Thirsty, she reached; he held the straw to her lips. Blushing, she sipped—like college days pampered by her boyfriend.
Her pouty lips on the straw cat-like, sipping from him—Ma Jun's heart stirred. Tiny gestures bridged gaps.
Her arms swung loosely. Tempted, he hesitated—don't ruin it. Finally, courage surged; he clasped her hand. Soft, slick warmth. Heart racing. First time holding a girl's hand. Rejection? Die of shame.
Mid-college tale, she paused at his grab. Seeing his nerves, she smiled, letting it be, chatting on.
No intimacy ideal, but pure friends unrealistic. Hand-holding her limit. No advances? No awkwardness.
Her acceptance elated him. Words blurred; focus on their clasp. Blood rushed there. Happiest moment. Walk forever like this.
Sweaty palms slickened it. Embarrassed, he wavered—release or cling? She smiled. "Tired? Switch hands?"
She shifted sides, interlacing fingers intimately—natural, comfy upgrade.
"Teacher Liu, boyfriends in college?"
Her ease sparked jealousy—others held thus. "How many?"
"Checking my history?"
She shot an annoyed glare—Jealous already?—but grinned. "Three. First two short. Third's my husband. Can't handle it?"
Uncomfortable twinge. She should be pristine. But he'd bedded Zhang Li, Cao Meng, even slutty Li Wen—hardly pure. Her beauty drew hordes; three was loyal. "Teacher Liu, still love your husband?"
She froze. Simple, piercing question. Love him? Why marry, quit city job, endure separation? But if love, why crave Ma Jun? Keep ambiguous ties, not shun like Feng Kun? Am I fickle? Or is it dead?
Her silence regretted him. But curiosity burned. Unlike Zhang Li—mature, son grown, no divorce thoughts, just risky flings—Liu Yan was young, childless. Divorce viable over wasting youth.
Even then, not with him—age gap, student immaturity. He knew. Just wanted her happier, free from gloom and creeps like Feng Kun.
Her lost eyes tugged him. He squeezed reassuringly, vowing support through tough times, whatever came.
His question unearthed buried doubts. Dating, Xu Zhipeng's ambitions clashed her simple teaching life. He chased glory—clubs, startups. She admired his drive.
But post-marriage: impatience, failed ventures lost savings. Peers settled; he sulked home, then south for riches.
Talks failed—he craved excitement, called her shortsighted. Hurt—she'd quit provincial teaching for him, content anywhere together.
Quit for south? No—too costly, he'd struggle alone; her stability backup.
She stayed, unaware his fear: her beauty tempted by city wealth.
Stuck: he wouldn't return; she couldn't join. Divorce flickered, but five-six sweet years held her.
Sigh: My fate—lonely. Parents far, few friends but Zhang Li. Holidays? Envy families.
His squeeze warmed her. Gazing caringly, she gripped back, leaning her soft body on his shoulder. Forgot wife status—craved comfort.
Her curves against him numbed half his body. Why so close? Women's moods shifted like summer storms. Hug? Risk anger. Too greedy today.
Wrong—women contradict. Hear them, but not fully.
After seconds, she straightened, glancing reproachfully—No hug? Vulnerable, she'd hoped embrace. Pride blocked her initiative.
"Upstairs."
She smiled anew. Hard to please. He's no mind-reader. Fifteen and this thoughtful? High school boys just sent flowers. No wonder stuffy Zhang Li fell. Bet she's still prim mid-sex. Giggle—Interrogate her later.
Her mood flip puzzled him. Weird creatures—like neighbor's cat: ignore you if chased, teases if ignored. Hot girls? Mood swings galore.
Second floor: women's upscale counters. She led to mid-heel brand. Old pair's heel broke; glued, but unsteady. Needed backup.
Salesgirl approached. "Shoes? Style—high, mid, low heel?"
"Mid, please."
Tall her, highs matched Ma Jun; mids perfect, safer.
"This way."
She showed the rack. "Mids here. Pick, I'll fetch to try."
Trailing, Ma Jun eyed dazzling heels—arcade haunts with Huang Guoxin never prepped him. Whites, reds, blacks, golds; points, rounds, squares, open-toe; cone, stiletto, block heels. No wonder women's cash flows. Shoes alone endless varieties—don't get me started on clothes, bags, makeup.
Liu Yan picked lacy white mid-heels, gave size. Sat, crossed legs, slipped off sneakers and socks—bare, tender foot gleamed, dainty and tempting.
Her shell-like toes begged sucking. He swallowed. Hand held—when feet? Gaze trailed calves to thighs, slim waist, plump ass, heaving 36F tits—mature allure. Forbidden zones now; when conquer like Zhang Li's body?
Salesgirl brought box. Liu Yan slipped one on, approved, matched the other. Stood, twirled to him. "How's it look?"
He stared: elegant heels on pale feet exuded poise. Sneakers screamed youthful; now, shifted poise lengthened legs, perked bust and ass—sultry confidence, queenly gaze. Stunned: "Beautiful. Stunning."
Words failed her hypnotic aura. Men kneel; he eyed his uniform, ashamed. Worlds apart.