Unforgettable youthful memories

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At 4:30, when school let out, I yawned, picked up my bag, and prepared to leave when Fang Junyang called me back.

Fang Junyang was a girl, and we got along fairly well; though not exactly overtly affectionate, we did have some interaction.

I had a good impression of her.

She walked up to me, looked at me, and seemed about to say something, but then froze, a blush rising to her cheeks.

I was also stunned for a moment, sensing something unusual was about to happen. I had never looked at her face so closely before, and only now did I realize how delicate her features were. Her pupils were very dark, and her small nose was slightly upturned.

When I looked at her like that, she lowered her head slightly and said, "I have a few chemistry balancing problems I'd like to ask you about." Although her expression was calm, her voice trembled slightly.

This was clearly an excuse. Although my chemistry was decent, her deskmate was the chemistry class representative, and she herself was in the top ten; there was no reason for her to ask me for help. These thoughts raced through my mind, and before I could answer, she said, "I could have asked you tomorrow, but the borrowed reference books need to be returned tomorrow, so could you come to my dorm tonight?" She

said these words in one breath, and after she finished, she looked at me with wide eyes, as if relieved, which made me nervous.

Fang Junyang was on the track and field team, slender and agile, with short hair and a somewhat boyish personality, rarely being fussy, which I admired. I was pondering her intentions and didn't answer immediately. She became anxious and whispered, "It's okay, the other person in my dorm is off today."

"Ah?"

She suddenly realized the misleading nature of her words, her face turning completely red, and she managed to regain her composure: "I mean, around 7:30, is that okay?"

Refusing now seemed unreasonable, so I agreed. Besides, who would refuse? Although she wasn't a stunning beauty, I felt comfortable with her. Thinking of her eyes, dark and deep, a feeling stirred within me.

During dinner, I tried my best to recall our past interactions and her motives for inviting me, but I couldn't come up with anything and almost ate my food up my nose. At seven o'clock, I changed into a pair of freshly washed jeans, put on a shirt, and went out. Her dormitory wasn't far from the boys' dormitory. It was an early autumn evening with a gentle breeze, and I arrived after fifteen minutes.

I was wondering if it was too early when the door creaked open, and Fang Junyang came out. She was wearing denim shorts, a sleeveless shirt, and pink slippers, taking money out of her pocket as she walked. When she saw me, she was startled, then smiled shyly.

"You're up so early! I was just about to go out and buy you a watermelon!"

Her face turned red again, as if it hadn't faded since school ended. But it's understandable, because I was staring intently at her legs. Why hadn't I noticed how beautiful her legs were before? Long, yet smooth and full. I looked away and said, "No need to buy anything, I just ate and I'm full."

She thought for a moment, then said, "That's fine, come in and sit down, we'll talk later."

I stepped inside. As I passed her, I smelled the scent of soap, seemingly emanating naturally from her young body. She unconsciously shrank back a little—was she afraid of me?

"My bed is on the left," her voice came from behind me. It was my first time in a girl's room, especially alone, so I couldn't help but gasp slightly.

The room was sparsely furnished; there was only a chair and a bed to sit on. Clothes were hanging on the back of the chair, and after a moment's thought, I decided to sit on the bed. I felt a little awkward, but...

Fang Junyang came in with two glasses of cola. Seeing me sitting on the bed, he seemed to understand something, smiled sheepishly, put down his things, and gathered up the scattered clothes. A pair of underwear was on the floor, making her quite embarrassed, but thankfully I pretended not to see it. As she bent over, I couldn't help but admire her buttocks again—they were indeed very beautiful. I...

She suddenly looked up, startling me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She didn't answer, then slowly sat down beside me. After a minute of silence, she spoke, very softly: "I didn't call you here to ask you questions."

She traced lines on the sheet between us with her finger, then looked up. I saw her deep black pupils and trembling lips again. Looking down from her neckline, I could see her small, full breasts.

"I...I like you," she said.

I could see she was trembling all over, but it didn't matter, because I was trembling too. Her confession was direct and moving; I couldn't help but like her.

Her fingers traced patterns on the fabric, slowly brushing against the hem of my jeans: "I don't know why...I look forward to seeing you every day. At night, when I'm at home, I just want to go find you. Being near you makes me feel warm inside. I'm afraid to tell you, and it's so hard to hold it in. I don't know what's wrong with me..."

She pulled her legs up onto the bed, shifted back slightly, and looked up at me, something glistening in her eyes.

I wanted to hug her because she was so adorable, but I was afraid of upsetting her. I opened my hand and held it out to her.

She timidly placed her right hand in mine.

"You won't look down on me, will you? It's okay if you do. It's better than being heartbroken," she whispered.

I didn't speak, gently squeezing her fingers.

She sighed contentedly, closed her eyes, and murmured, "I'm so useless. I've never seen anyone like me in a relationship. I'm so dramatic, I don't even know what's going on."

She slowly leaned towards me, her face rubbing against my chest, sliding down, and finally silently resting her head on my lap, letting out a satisfied moan like a child.

I finally managed to calm my chaotic thoughts and wanted to say something. Her warm breath aroused me, thankfully my jeans were thick enough, otherwise it would have been troublesome.

"I... I won't look down on you," I said.

Oh God, how could I say that! Couldn't I have said something else? It sounded completely insincere. But she didn't seem to care, just shifting her head to make herself more comfortable. Her right fingers gently rubbed against my palm, her soft lips brushing against my clothes, murmuring dreamily, "It's okay, I don't care anymore. I've told you, you can do whatever you want to me. It feels so good, I'd be willing to die from your touch. Mmm..."

I was touched, and of course, I felt a thrill. A girl was so infatuated with me! Why didn't I know I was so charming before? I wondered what she liked about me. I wanted to ask her, but I didn't know where to begin.

I released her hand and gently stroked her face. She trembled and closed her eyes tightly, like a kitten, her right hand reaching behind me to hug my waist.

"Mmm... why do you like me?" I hesitated for a long time before finally asking.

She opened her eyes, turned to look at me, and said, "Don't laugh at me when I tell you."

"I won't laugh." "

Because of your scent."

"Scent?" I asked, surprised. "What special scent do I have?"

"Not a scent in the ordinary sense," she said, turning her head back to bury it in my clothes, "It's like a fragrance. I've secretly asked my close female friends, and they can't smell anything."

"It smells good?"

"Yes, of course, it's absolutely irresistible. Like a cotton quilt that's been sun-dried in winter, or a freshly sharpened pencil."

She lifted her head from my embrace, her fingertips tracing patterns on my chest. "I'm just describing how I feel. The closer I am to you, the stronger the feeling. Do you remember when we discussed writing the article at the last sports meet? I barely managed to hold back then, otherwise I would have really sat on the ground in front of you. My legs were completely weak, I couldn't breathe, and I really wanted to lean on you. And..." "

And what?"

She suddenly blushed deeply, resting her head against my chest, and said, "I can't tell you now."

She paused for a moment against my chest, then continued, "I asked you to come here today just to find an excuse to get closer to you, I didn't intend to tell you anything. But then I saw you sitting on my bed, and I thought, 'Oh no, I won't be able to sleep on this bed for a week, so I'll tell you anyway.' That's it."

She took a breath, sat up straight again, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, gently rubbing against each other. This action almost made my nose bleed. What should I do? At this point, I couldn't back down no matter what, or she would be heartbroken.

I took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss her lips. She instinctively recoiled, but I caught her head, and with a slight pull, she yielded, our lips meeting. In that instant, I felt her body go limp, and we both involuntarily fell onto the bed.

I braced myself with my hands, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her lips were cold but soft from nervousness, and her rapid breathing caused her to rise and fall against my chest. She gently sucked on my lips, her movements awkward and shy, her delicate tongue occasionally brushing against my teeth.

I gently laid her flat on the bed, holding her waist and pressing her body close to mine. She unconsciously shifted her body to meet my touch, her bare thighs pressed against my sensitive areas. We continued to revel in our kiss, our tongues exploring each other. I peeked at her; her face was flushed a beautiful pink, her delicate lips exuding desire. Her hands, wrapped around my neck, unconsciously played with my hair, making me feel incredibly good. Her top was pulled up slightly, revealing a short section of her waist. My hand slid down her back, gently caressing her smooth skin.

She tensed instantly, gripping my hair tightly, one leg wrapping around my thigh.

I could feel her toes curling. Encouraged by her passion, I slowly slid my hand down, my fingertips slipping between her shorts and her body, touching the edge of her underwear.

She suddenly snapped awake, jerking away from my embrace and shrinking to the headboard. Hugging her knees, she buried her head in her chest, not uttering a word.

I regretted my haste; after all, she had only confessed to me less than half an hour ago, it was impossible for her to be so open now. It looked like things were going to fall apart, I needed to think of a way to salvage the situation. To be honest, her confession had instantly transformed my feelings for her from mere attraction to liking. Someone once said, "The girl who loves me is the most beautiful."

There was probably a touch of male vanity involved too. Now, if things got awkward, I really didn't want to let it go.

I looked at her, trying to think of something to apologize for. She spoke first: "Are all guys like this?"

"Uh...maybe it's just my nature! I'm sorry," I said cautiously.

"You started touching me right after we met? Is it your nature?" There was no anger in her voice.

"Uh...this...I...this is the first time I've been this close to a girl, and you're so beautiful."

I was sweating profusely, unsure what to say.

She knelt down, leaned closer to me, and gazed intently into my hypnotic black eyes, asking, "Is this the truth?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation, completely captivated by her eyes.

"Then...do you like me?"

"Yes," I said sincerely.

She stared intently at me, then lowered her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I was so scared and nervous just now. Don't be angry, okay?"

"I'm not angry."

She swallowed carefully and said in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "Actually... it felt really good. But it was too fast now, I was scared."

I wanted to say something, but she pressed her hand to my mouth and said, "Kiss me again. It was so amazing, I thought I was going to faint!"

I put my arms around her waist. Unexpectedly, she straddled my lap. As she sat down, I clearly heard her let out a satisfied sigh. Closing her eyes, she quietly moved closer to me, her rose-petal-like lips slightly pouting, waiting for my kiss.

We spent the rest of the night caressing each other. There were no intense caresses or passionate kisses, just gentle embraces and kisses that tasted each other. She turned off the light, letting the moonlight filter through the gauze curtains. The gentle breeze, the cicadas' chirping, the faint fragrance of balsam flowers, the heavenly touch of her lips, and the subtle pressure of her soft breasts—all these created an unforgettable memory.

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