Are you alright, Lingling?

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Lingling was my playmate in elementary school. We always played and joked around together after class. Back then, our feelings were just those of ordinary friends of the opposite sex. Besides, we were still young. Although we liked each other, neither of us could say it was love…
In fifth grade, one day—I remember it was a gloomy day—Lingling asked someone to tell me,
“You like me.” When I heard that, my mind went completely blank.
I turned around and looked at her sitting at the back of the classroom. When she saw me looking at her, she immediately lowered her head. I noticed her face was red.
“Well? She’s been waiting for news!” the girl urged.
“I…” I really didn’t know what to say. I felt my face burning.
“What?! Tell me!!”
“I don’t know!!!” I finally blurted out, but that was all I could say.
“Hmph! Fine, don’t know!” After saying that, the girl angrily walked over to Lingling at the back and whispered something in her ear.
I didn't dare look back at Lingling's reaction. I felt she must be very disappointed and angry... and that was indeed the case. From then on, we cut off all contact. Although we were in the same class, it was as if we treated each other like strangers. I didn't dare look at her, nor did I dare face her again. I felt I had let her down.
In junior high, we were still in the same class. In high school, we went to the same school, but in our daily school life, we seemed to be deliberately avoiding each other. Even on the school bus home, we were always one in front and one behind.
Sometimes, I would ask myself: Do I really like her? Why have we become like this? Since that day, I have never seen the carefree and happy smiles we used to have when we played together.
I loved seeing her smile, but that was gone forever... Our youth, our shyness, our ignorance led to our relationship today. But as time went by, and as my guilt and regret grew, I slowly realized that I really did like her. But why couldn't I say it...?
Many times, I wanted to go up to her and tell her what was in my heart. But when I saw the look in her eyes, I hesitated. I think she hates me. Perhaps our innocence and childhood friendship vanished from that day. Perhaps I died in her heart after that "I don't know."
Until that day…
Christmas 2003. Our class and Lingling's class were going to have a joint celebration, going out together to play and celebrate Christmas.
It just so happened that several classmates had birthdays that day, and Lingling's was one of them.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that I had never known when her birthday was, and I had never wished her a happy birthday. From that day on, her life was completely cut off from mine.
After class that day, the two classes, led by their class leaders, went out to eat. I had some things to do, so I asked for the location and planned to go later.
After finishing my business, I hurriedly packed my bag and ran out of the classroom. When I got to the school gate, I saw Lingling also just walking out with her bag. I hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to catch up with her.
"Wang Lingling!" I called out, my voice trembling. I wonder if she could hear me. She turned around, her face showing initial surprise, then her expression turned cold as she said, "Oh, you just left too."
"Yeah, something came up in class. What about you?" After so many years, speaking to her again made my heart race, my breathing became labored, and I took deep breaths when she wasn't looking at me.
"Yeah, I went to the administration office to take care of some things with a teacher," she replied, her expression unchanged.
"Then… let's go together, everyone should be here by now." No matter how nervous or incoherent I was, I managed to say it.
"Yeah, if you're going, let's go together," she answered.
We walked silently the whole way, like two strangers, deliberately keeping our distance.
Even when our shoulders brushed against each other in crowded, narrow places, we immediately separated. That silence was oppressive. Finally, we arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant. In a way, it was a relief. I don't even know how I got to that part of the road.
At the same time, I felt incredibly useless; why couldn't I just talk to her?
I went inside, and wow! Everyone chattered and sat down, and dishes were gradually placed on the table.
There were only two seats left, next to each other. Lingling went straight over and sat in one of them.
I was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, a few of my good buddies from class shouted, "Wei-ge, what are you doing?! Do we have to invite you to sit down?
You're late and you're still putting on airs! Haha!"
"Make him drink three cups! Make him drink three cups!" some people joined in the commotion.
"I'm fine! What three cups! I can't drink, are you going to make me walk out sideways?" I said, sitting down next to her. I stole a glance at her and noticed a slight smile on her face.
The meal officially began! Everyone was lively and discussing where to go after eating. Drinking a little was inevitable, but I really can't drink. One cup and my face turned like a monkey's butt...
Someone else teased, "Hey! Look at Wei-ge, how much has he secretly drunk? We're not forbidding you to drink, why are you secretly drinking?!" Another burst of laughter.
The girls in our class raised their glasses to toast me one by one, how could I stand it?
"No! Sisters, dear sisters! I really can't, let's all have a drink together..." After much pleading, I had a drink with all the girls in my class.
Next up were the girls from Lingling's class. It's embarrassing to admit, but three drinks was my limit... but after that, I poured myself another. I said to Lingling next to me, "Wang Ling, today is your birthday, happy birthday!" She paused for a moment, then smiled, clinked glasses with me, and we downed them in one gulp.
"What?! It's your birthday, why are you drinking with such a pretty girl?"
"Oh~~~~~~~~~" More teasing ensued.
"Look! Wei Ge's face is so red! Drinking with a pretty girl is fine, why are you shy!"
I looked up and saw Liu Xi, the class beauty. She was the school's big sister, and I heard her boyfriend had good connections with some local thugs, the kind who supposedly protect the school. I never had a good impression of her; she was the kind of person who was always showing off, so I ignored her.
Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, while everyone was chatting amongst themselves, I said to Wang Lingling beside me, "Lingling, I'm sorry."
"What did you say?" she asked. "Will you still consider me a friend?"
"..."
"I...I like you..." I finally blurted it out. "...What's the point of saying it now? Don't say that..." she replied. But she didn't look at me.
I saw her chest heaving, her breathing rapid.
I felt she was angry, very angry.
After that, we didn't say anything more, just ate in silence. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, it was time to go to the pre-planned karaoke bar. Suddenly, Lingling told everyone that she was a little tired and didn't want to go anymore, saying she had to go home first.
I looked at her; her face was flushed, and she seemed a little drunk. Everyone was a bit disappointed: "It's no fun if the birthday girl doesn't go! Going back so early!" "Should I take you home?" "Haha," those rascals were teasing her again.
"No need, I already told Li Wei, he doesn't want to go either, he can come back with me," Lingling said calmly.
I stared at her blankly; she wasn't looking at me. My mind went blank; I only knew my heart was pounding, a pounding that made me feel alive again.
Lingling and I parted ways with the others at the restaurant entrance. We walked side by side, and I felt the distance between us suddenly shrink. Another long, awkward silence followed, an awkwardness that almost suffocated me.
"Are you... still angry with me?" I finally broke the silence.
“No, actually I’m not angry with you. It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“It’s just that I’m too embarrassed to talk to you.”
I paused, and before I could speak, Lingling continued, “Do you know why I left school so late today?”
“Didn’t you say you were going to the administration office to take care of something?” I asked.
“Yes, I went to the administration office to complete my departure procedures. I’m moving; I’m transferring schools next week.” “Where are you moving to?” I asked hurriedly.
“Guangdong.” “That
’s so far! Then… then will we ever see each other again?” I realized that we were about to be separated, and not just geographically.
“I don’t know…” she said, looking down.
After that, we fell silent again. We walked side by side, each lost in our own thoughts. I wished then that the street we were walking on could stretch on forever. I wished I could walk with her forever. When we reached a park, we seemed to want to spend more time together, and we glanced at each other simultaneously. For a fleeting moment, our eyes met, and we both looked away.
"How about we sit over there for a while? We don't have anything else to do, and it's still early to go back..." I suggested, not expecting her to agree.
"Okay," Lingling answered surprisingly readily.
We sat down on a double bench under a tree. I was so nervous I didn't know what to do. Lingling was fiddling with her backpack strap. I looked at her profile, and I realized it had been a long time since I'd looked at her so closely. She had long, smooth, black hair, and a strand tucked behind her ear captivated me. Then she looked up at me. This time I didn't look away; I looked into her eyes, and she didn't look away either. Her large, dark eyes seemed to draw me in, and I couldn't look away.
"Wang Ling, I like you, I really like you," I said sincerely without hesitation.
I saw her eyes instantly redden, and tears slowly welled up. I pulled her close, my heart aching, the scent of her hair filling my nostrils, my chest feeling her intermittent sobs. My fingers gently stroked her long hair as I softly said, "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore, your eyes will get swollen." "Silly!" She straightened up, adjusted her hair, and wiped away her tears. "Let's go home."
"I want to stay with you a little longer..." I hesitated.
"Let's go together. Everyone in my dorm went out for the holiday today, it'll be empty tonight. Come sit in my dorm for a while," she stood up.
Her dorm?! What would it be like? I was about to go to the room where she slept every day, to see her things, her bed... What was I thinking! But my mind was indeed in turmoil. I seemed to smell the faint fragrance emanating from her room, just like the fragrance emanating from her.
"Don't just stand there, come in," she called. I snapped out of my reverie; we were already at her dorm door. I stood there, stunned, downstairs at her school's dormitory, watching her lean against the door, smiling faintly at me. She waved to me, and as if summoned by her, my body moved towards her involuntarily.
"This is my bed, hehe, not bad, right?" I heard her voice in my ear. I don't know how I got in. "Sit down, I'll get you some water," she said, pointing to her bed. Watching her retreating figure, I felt my heart pounding. I couldn't describe what I was thinking, but deep within my soul, another self seemed to be struggling and screaming, telling me not to overthink, not to overthink… "Here!" She handed me a water glass. I took the glass, but didn't drink, idly fiddling with it in my hand. I smelled a delicate fragrance, turned my head, and saw that she had sat down beside me. She was looking down, fiddling with her fingers, lost in thought. Would I never see her again? This might be our last chance to sit so close together… I'm reluctant to part, but what about her? I desperately try to remember every moment we spent together, to etch her into my memory, to prevent time from fading her memory.
“Maybe…maybe this is our last…time together?” I stammered. “I…I really like you…I think…I won’t forget…the time we spent together…really.” She kept her head down. I put down my water glass and reached out to take her hand. I noticed my palms were sweaty, and so were hers! “Lingling, look at me, okay? I want to look at you properly, look into your eyes, so you can see my true feelings.”
She raised her head, and our eyes were locked. I looked into her large, bright, seemingly overflowing eyes. Perhaps, those were tears welling up in them. We just looked at each other like that. Gradually, I noticed we were getting closer, closer and closer. Her eyes closed, as if waiting for something to happen. My heart was about to leap out of my throat. I felt so hot; Lingling's face was flushed, and I think mine was too.
Her mouth gradually enlarged before my eyes, and we could clearly feel each other's warm breath. Her mouth disappeared from my sight, and all my senses vanished—except for the soft, warm feeling on my lips. My hands hung stiffly at my sides, unsure where to go. I gently kissed her lips, slowly opening my mouth to savor her taste with my tongue. Suddenly, I noticed Lingling had also opened her mouth, offering her fragrant tongue. Our tongues quickly intertwined, greedily sucking and occupying every inch of each other's mouths. My hands, without my noticing, were now around her back, caressing her haphazardly. She was so slender; holding her in my arms felt wonderful. Her waist was so delicate, making me feel like I possessed everything about her, that I was her world… After a long while
, our lips parted. Our lips were glistening, sharing each other's breath. I looked at Lingling's rapidly rising and falling chest, and once I did, my gaze was fixed on her. Thinking back to the lingering sensation in my mouth and the softness of Lingling's full breasts pressed against mine, I felt a certain part of my body react.
"What are you looking at!" Lingling said, turning her head away shyly.
"Nothing...nothing..." I stammered guiltily, like I'd stolen something, "That was...that was my...first time..." "Idiot! Who isn't a virgin?!" Lingling rolled her eyes at me. Her expression stunned me, and when I came to my senses, our lips were together again. This time, the sensation was even more intense; it felt like we were about to devour each other. My hands were already on her breasts, a feeling I'd never experienced before. They were so soft, so comfortable. Lingling's hands were on mine, but she didn't pull them away. My hands kneaded, touched, and pinched her breasts, playing with them to my heart's content.
I molded her two mounds into various shapes; I even wanted to pop them.
Through her clothes, I noticed her two nipples gradually hardening. Lingling seemed to be reaching her limit too; we quickly undressed each other, and soon our upper bodies were naked. Her body was so white! Her breasts were perfectly shaped and beautiful. On her fair, pinkish breasts were two cherry-like nipples, erect and swaying, incredibly attractive.
I lowered my head and took one into my mouth. Lingling let out a soft "ah," her body trembling uncontrollably; she was very sensitive. My tongue licked incessantly, my lips sucked forcefully, my teeth gently bit, and one hand kneaded the other nipple. Lingling's soft moans gradually became more rapid with my teasing, turning into groans. Her two nipples became even more erect and hard. It
wasn't just Lingling's pink, jade-like nipples that were hardening, but also my little brother... My hand began to move downwards, slipping inside her pants, reaching between her most private thighs. My hand touched the soft, curly hair—her pubic hair. Heh, I never dreamed I'd have the chance to touch that. Further down, I touched a small fleshy spot. I realized Lingling was already wet down there.
As soon as I touched it, Lingling gasped softly, her legs clamping my hand tightly around hers.
"Ah, where are you touching~!" she gasped.
"You're clamping me so tightly, I can't pull away even if I want to," I said, smiling at her.
Only then did Lingling realize that my hand, inside her panties, was being held tightly by her thighs. Her face flushed, and she slowly loosened her legs. Just as she released her legs, my middle finger slid inside, lubricated by the wetness. Lingling gasped again. Then I felt her vaginal walls tightly gripping my finger, constantly wriggling and drawing it in. My finger felt so warm and wet inside. At this moment, I started to rotate my middle finger, gently touching her inner walls. They were so soft, with some folds. What would it feel like if my penis went inside? It would be incredibly pleasurable! My penis was already painfully hard. Just as I was touching and thinking, I felt a warm current flowing towards my fingers from inside Lingling. I realized my hand was already wet and glistening. I… I really couldn't take it anymore!
“Lingling, I can't take it anymore… I want…” I said, my face burning, “Can you kiss my penis…” Lingling's face was also flushed, like a peach blossom, and her breathing became more rapid. “Hmm… first… first take your hand out…”
I didn't expect her to agree so readily! I quickly took my hand out of her panties and helped her up. Lingling's body was limp at this moment, as if she had no bones.
I pulled down my pants as fast as I could, and my penis stood proudly in front of her.
She glanced at it once and then didn't dare look again, deliberately avoiding eye contact. But I knew she still really wanted to look, because I saw her stealing glances. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis. She flinched slightly, then grabbed it.
"Ah..." we both groaned simultaneously. I groaned because my penis was unbearably hard, and it felt incredibly good in her soft little hand.
"So...hot...and so hard..." Lingling said after her "Ah."
"Yes, it hurts so much, please help me..." I pleaded.
Lingling boldly looked down at the penis in her hand, slowly stroking it a few times, observing it curiously.
A clear liquid secreted from the tip of my glans, and Lingling wiped it off with her other hand.
This made me tremble involuntarily with pleasure.
"Lingling...please...use your mouth?"
Lingling lowered her head shyly at first, then looked closely at my penis, before slowly opening her mouth and taking it in... The feeling was so pleasurable I wanted to cry. I felt like I was about to collapse. I could feel the movements of Lingling's tongue in my mouth, licking around my glans like I was tasting a lollipop. When she took my penis into her mouth, her tongue curled slightly, moving up and down along the shape of my penis, giving me unprecedented pleasure. I felt like I was going to ejaculate if this continued.
"Lingling...I...want it,"
Lingling spat my penis out of her mouth, breathing heavily. My penis was glistening, trembling as I felt the warm breath coming from her mouth. I helped her sit up on the bed. We looked at each other, then frantically began to undress. Soon we were both lying naked on the bed...
Lingling lay flat on the bed, her legs spread, her head turned to one side, afraid to look. I knelt between her legs, one hand holding Lingling's snow-white thigh, the other grasping my swollen penis and guiding it towards her vulva. I rubbed the head of my penis against her entrance, which was still wet. Soon, my glans was wet and slippery, making the rubbing feel incredibly pleasurable.
"I...I'm going in..." I said, looking up at Lingling as my glans was already aligned with her entrance.
"Mmm..." she replied softly, "Wait...wait...be slow...be gentle..."
With Lingling's permission, I began to slowly push my penis into her vagina! Although there was lubrication from her vaginal fluid, the penetration was still slow; only the head went in after a while, but it felt incredibly pleasurable.
Lingling's vagina contracted and writhed with each thrust, like a small mouth biting my glans.
After a while, I felt that her vagina seemed to have adjusted, and the resistance to penetration wasn't as great.
"How does it feel? Does it hurt?" I asked with concern.
"Hmm...it's okay...it's...it's alright..." she encouraged me.
Hearing this gave me even more motivation. I grabbed Lingling's slender waist with both hands and thrust downwards with force, my entire penis going in.
"Ah~~~~" Lingling cried out, her hands tightly gripping my wrists, her legs clamping around me tightly, her whole body stiff, her head tilted back.
At the moment of penetration, my glans felt as if it had pierced a barrier—the hymen. I looked down and saw a little blood slowly flowing from where Lingling and I were joined. Seeing Lingling like this, I dared not move. I leaned down and hugged her, her arms tightly holding me. I gently comforted her, kissing away the tears from the corners of her eyes. At this moment, Lingling offered her fragrant lips, and we kissed passionately until we separated, panting.
"Does it hurt?" I asked with concern.
"It doesn't hurt so much anymore, it's better."
"Shall I try moving?"
"Mmm...okay...slowly..."
We were still holding each other, and my lower body began to slowly move in and out, while my upper body was also busy, gently kissing Lingling to ease her tension. Gradually, I felt Lingling's vagina loosen up, no longer as tight as before. The vaginal fluid inside increased, making the in-and-out movements very smooth. I carefully felt her inside, clearly feeling the texture of her vaginal walls with each thrust. My speed gradually increased, and Lingling's moans grew louder and longer. Her vaginal fluid increased, making "slap slap" sounds as I moved in and out, which was very alluring.
My speed increased, and I felt as if my waist wasn't even my own anymore, thrusting wildly up and down. Lingling's vagina grew hotter and hotter, and with each withdrawal, a suction force pulled my penis inward, and when I penetrated to the deepest point, it felt like a small mouth was constantly rubbing and biting my glans. I felt I couldn't take it anymore, and I thrust deeply and wildly into Lingling's vagina. Suddenly, Lingling gripped my back tightly, hooking her legs around my buttocks.
"Mmm~~~~" A long moan escaped her nose, and my penis, deep inside her vagina, felt an incredibly hot current wash over my glans. I couldn't take it anymore, and I pressed my pubic bone firmly against our joined bodies, ejaculating my hot semen deep inside Lingling... Our bodies were pressed tightly against each other, trembling, panting heavily with sweat. Afterward, we kissed deeply again, our lower bodies still tightly joined, as if neither of us wanted to separate first. We made love twice more after that, then cuddled in bed, sharing our innermost thoughts from all these years, until very late… After that, Lingling never came to school again, and I never saw her again. She didn't tell me when she left, and I didn't see her off, but we both knew that day we had said goodbye—the most beautiful goodbye, one to cherish for a lifetime.
In the quiet of the night, I often ask, "Are you doing well, my love, so far away…?"
(Lingling's story ends)

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