Having sex with a female college classmate

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It was the night after my final exams in my junior year. Our whole class and our psychology teaching assistant went to a beer house in Tamsui to celebrate. The teaching assistant was a senior in our department, having graduated a year ago and about to go to the US for her master's degree. Everyone in the class was very close to her, and we were a little reluctant to part with her, so we also took the opportunity to see her off. Honestly, she was a very beautiful girl, with an oval face, bright eyes, and cherry-like lips. She also had a slender and graceful figure. Countless boys in our class were infatuated with her, and I was one of them. However, she already had a boyfriend, her college sweetheart, who was currently serving in the military, but their relationship had always been very good. When we picked her up at the department office, we found that she had put on some light makeup, making her already fair face even more charming and beautiful. She wore a white silk blouse and a floral skirt, truly stunning. She outshone all the other girls in our class who were considered pretty normally. The girls were unspeakably jealous, while the boys were completely captivated. The other female classmates were driven there by the boys on motorcycles, while the teaching assistant and two girls got into my old, beat-up car. As she gracefully sat down in the driver's seat, a faint fragrance wafted over. My eyes involuntarily drifted to her thighs; her legs, encased in stockings, were so slender and shapely. My heart started pounding. Ah! If only she were my girlfriend. To be kissed by such a beauty, I'd be willing to die for it. Sitting
on the garden-style lounge chairs in the pub, gazing at the starry sky, with the sea breeze gently blowing, everyone was in a good mood. Singing to liven things up, everyone drank quite a bit. The girls seemed to have abandoned their former reserve, toasting the boys heartily. I also saw many classmates go over to toast the teaching assistant, and she seemed to enjoy it, returning each toast. Later, everyone egged her on to drink a large glass and then go on stage to sing, downing another glass after each song.
It was already past 102 pm. I could see she had drunk a lot; her face was flushed, but it made her even more charming with its rosy glow. She was also in good spirits, constantly talking to others. Seeing her like that, I guessed the alcohol was starting to take effect. However, everyone else looked like Guan Yu (a famous Chinese general known for his ruddy complexion), while I had taken some stomach pills and eaten something beforehand, so I was in pretty good shape. When everyone cheered, I thought she would refuse, since the draft beer glasses were really big, and I wasn't sure I could finish one in one go. But instead, she said "Okay!" and everyone applauded enthusiastically.
She raised the glass to her lips with both hands, and we started counting for her, cheering her on. I watched her gulp it down, but some of it dripped from the corners of her mouth and into her collar and body. After she finished her drink in one gulp, a thunderous applause erupted. Everyone crowded around her as she went on stage to sing "Goodbye Kiss." Our whole class clapped along, and the atmosphere reached its peak that night. After she finished singing, someone brought her a beer, which she boldly tossed back and drank. We gave her another round of enthusiastic applause, counting the beats for her. Unexpectedly, she vomited halfway through. Several female classmates rushed her to the dressing room, and I suddenly noticed tears welling in her eyes.
When the girls helped her out of the dressing room, she was so drunk she could barely walk. Her classmates asked if I was okay and wanted me to take her home. Confident I could manage, I let them help her into my car.
Once in the car, she opened her eyes and whispered, "Take me to the beach, I want to feel the breeze," before closing her eyes again. I looked at her; her makeup must have been washed off in the dressing room, her bare face possessing a natural, ethereal beauty. But I noticed tear tracks at the corners of her eyes. I suddenly realized she wasn't crying out of joy, but rather because she had something on her mind, and was so sad she wanted to get drunk. We drove to Sharon, I helped her out of the car, then put my arm around her waist, letting her put her other hand on my shoulder as we walked towards the beach. We found a flat patch of sand and sat down. Her body was so soft, she leaned entirely against me. Suddenly, she started crying. I panicked; I hate seeing girls cry. I took out a tissue and gave it to her, then gently patted her back: "It's okay! Don't be afraid, I'm here. Tell me what's wrong, it'll make you feel better." "My boyfriend and I broke up last night." "Ah!..." I was so surprised I couldn't speak. Were they always so inseparable? Although her boyfriend is currently working as a police officer in Dongyin, they seem to be very much in love. They just came back from Dongyin last month, and we even saw them holding hands while going out to eat. How could they break up so quickly? "I received a letter from him last night. He said that after careful consideration, he can't go to the United States. In order not to affect my future, it's better for both of us to break up." "How could this happen? Wasn't he a very good student?" Not only was he a very good student, but as far as I know, he graduated first in his class. They were truly a perfect match, envied by many.
"He's the only son in his family. His parents are getting old, and they originally hoped he would stay in Taiwan after graduation. But for my sake, he promised his family he would go abroad to pursue a master's degree for two years and then return home immediately. However, last month his father was hospitalized with a heart attack, and he took leave to return to Taiwan to take care of him at a hospital in Tainan. His father's condition has stabilized, but he's still very weak, probably due to some kind of shock. After being discharged, he returned home, and his family hired a neighbor girl they've known since childhood to take care of him. She gets along well with his family and he gets along well with her too. Although his family hasn't said anything, you can tell from their eyes that his parents are getting old and their health isn't good. Their biggest wish now is to find him a wife soon so they can stay home and hold their grandchildren and be content. They really don't want him to leave home again after his military service. They often say, intentionally or unintentionally, how wonderful it would be if that girl were their daughter-in-law." "In his letter, he said that he returned to the military..." After much thought, he had agreed to the marriage with his family. He said he knew I was a good girl and that he still loved me deeply, but to avoid affecting my future, he had to apologize and hoped that fate would allow us to continue our relationship. He added that it would be more appropriate for us to remain ordinary friends. He said that during his time in the army, he had thought a lot, and the experience had helped him grow. He felt he had become more mature and more responsible for his decisions. Before serving, he always believed that as long as he worked hard, he could overcome any difficulty. But now he felt that life has too many storms beyond his control, and he realized that ordinariness is the greatest happiness. Therefore, he decided to give up going abroad with me and choose to be content with an ordinary life. Leaning against my chest, she told her story haltingly. I think after she had confided her feelings, she felt more at peace and stopped crying. Leaning against me, she gradually closed her eyes.
Holding her close, I gently stroked her back, letting the sea breeze brush her hair against my face. With each rise and fall of her breath, my mind began to wander. That moment felt so blissful; how wonderful it was to be completely trusted by such a smart and beautiful girl. Holding her tightly, I wished she could forget all her worries, that I could love her, pamper her, cherish her, and protect her. I wished that time could stand still forever. "Gulp!" Happy times are always fleeting. I heard a retching sound from her stomach, and before she could even "Ugh..." she vomited, and worst of all, she vomited right on my chest, staining her clothes.
A strong, nauseating stench, a mixture of stomach acid, undigested food, and the pungent smell of alcohol, hit me. I had to take deep breaths to keep from vomiting. I quickly carried her to a large rock and let her lean against it. I took off my shirt, which was covered in vomit, and used it as a towel to wipe the vomit off her body. Then I washed the shirt at the beach. I repeated this several times until I finally cleaned the filth off her clothes. However, a lot of fluid had already seeped into her body from her neckline. After a moment's thought, I started to unbutton her bra
. She was wearing a very ordinary skin-colored bra. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were still quite shapely. Strangely, I didn't have any impure thoughts at the time; I just wanted to help her clean herself. After roughly cleaning her shoulders, armpits, cleavage, and abdomen with the towel, I knew that some fluid had still seeped into her bra, but I didn't dare touch it. I quickly buttoned her bra back up. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and said, "Thank you!
" I was stunned for a moment, and my heart started pounding.
I guessed she was going to fall asleep, so I picked her up and carried her back to the car through the sand. She was a little heavy, but I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, as if I were carrying my wife, and she didn't feel heavy at all. After closing the car door, I put on my shirt, which had fallen off. As the car started moving, the cool summer night breeze blew in through the window, and I felt a little cold. I quickly closed the window and looked back at her beside me. She was fast asleep, her head turned to the side. I noticed that although I had wiped away the excrement, there was still a large stain on her chest. I thought that when she got home, she would have to take a good shower before going to sleep, but I wondered if she would have the strength to do so.
Oh dear! Thinking about this, I realized I only vaguely remembered that she lived on Dunhua South Road in Taipei, but I didn't know the exact address. I shook her: "Teaching assistant, wake up." No response. I tried again: "Teaching assistant, wake up." Still no use. Oh well. I thought to myself, even if I woke her up now, given her current condition, I wouldn't get anything out of her. Besides, even if I did get some information, it's 2:30 in the morning. If her family saw her like this, they'd think I was being too forceful. After thinking about it, I decided to go back to my rented apartment near the school first.
I parked the car downstairs, opened the door, and helped her out. After a moment's thought, I picked her up by the waist. At first, I didn't feel her weight, but after climbing to the second floor, I was out of breath. I took a deep breath. Thankfully, it was only the third floor. I put her on my bed. She was still limp and weak. After resting for a while, I took one of my T-shirts and shorts and helped her to the bathroom to wash up. After running hot water, I wiped her face with a towel, and her eyes gradually opened.

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