University life is quite promiscuous

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July is a season of harvest for countless students, but it also brings endless disappointment and despair to many others. The year I graduated high school, I failed my college entrance exam. My girlfriend of two years got into a prestigious university in Beijing, while I failed miserably. I knew what this meant, and I knew what awaited me.
My girlfriend's family were high-ranking officials, and they desperately wanted to find her a suitable match. But she chose me. Our relationship never had her family's support, yet we consistently proved our commitment through our actions. We had promised to get into a top university in Beijing together, freeing ourselves from family constraints and staying together forever. However, during the college entrance exam, I was under immense pressure and couldn't perform to my full potential…
My girlfriend and I had each other's information. While checking our own scores, we also checked each other's. She had achieved excellent results, easily qualifying for our dream university. Failing to meet our initial expectations meant the automatic end of our relationship. Holding my report card, tears involuntarily streamed down my face. For over a week after receiving my results, I didn't contact my girlfriend. I hoped she would reach out, but my hopes were dashed.
When the university's admission scores were released, and my girlfriend was confirmed to have been accepted by the university we both aspired to attend, I called her. The call was brief; we exchanged greetings, and I asked about her departure date. After that, we lost contact, and I chose to repeat my studies. During that year, I shed all my burdens and devoted myself entirely to preparing for the college entrance exam. Coupled with my already strong foundation, I achieved excellent results in the following year's exam and was admitted to a comprehensive university.
The university's newly built campus boasted superior teaching and accommodation facilities. Our dormitory housed four people, each with a desk below and a bed above, and all rooms had direct internet access to the desk. All these conditions were better than any university I had imagined, so I let go of everything else and fully immersed myself in this newfound life.
All four of us in the dorm were from our class. Since I repeated a year, I was the oldest. The second oldest was a computer addict, playing online games all day and night, and sometimes even finding good porn sites. The third oldest was the most smooth and outgoing; he started attracting girls soon after entering the university, making him a heartthrob known throughout the department and beyond. The fourth oldest was an athlete, over 1.8 meters tall and weighing nearly 90 kilograms, tall and strong, but he never seemed to get any girls' attention and often complained to us about it. Because of our similar family backgrounds and personalities, the four of us quickly became close friends, sharing everything.
One Saturday afternoon during the first semester of our freshman year, the third oldest went out on a date with a girl, the second oldest stayed in the dorm playing computer games, the fourth oldest and I played basketball for a while, then took a shower and went back to the dorm to go online, while the fourth oldest went to the gym to train. We had recently started chatting with a new online friend, and we got along really well. She seemed to be a university student as well, so our online time was roughly the same.
Back in my dorm, I went online, and the girl was indeed waiting for me. She was happy to see me and we started chatting enthusiastically. This time, the conversation went quite deep. The girl was very interested in music, and luckily, I had studied an instrument for a while in elementary school and had some knowledge of classical music. I racked my brains and shared everything I knew with her. At first, the girl just chatted with me because we clicked, but after I poured out all my musical knowledge, her attitude towards me did a complete 180-degree turn, and we got to know each other anew.
Her name was Lingling, and she was a first-year music major. When we told each other our cities, I discovered that we were actually in the same city as me! This unexpected news excited us both immensely. Without thinking, I asked Lingling to meet up for dinner that evening, and she happily accepted. We exchanged phone numbers and then went offline.
I quickly started getting ready, while my second roommate looked at me with a puzzled expression. When she heard the news, she was happy for me too, and helped me choose what to wear. I couldn't wait any longer in the dorm, so I went to our meeting place early, prepared for her to be late—girls always have a reason for being late.
Just as it was time for our date, I saw a girl with short hair and fashionable clothes walking towards our meeting place. When she got close to me, she took out her phone and started dialing. Hearing my phone ring, she smiled and greeted me, "Hello, are you Xiaobo?"
"Are you Lingling?" I asked, barely suppressing my excitement.
"Yes, it's me, hello. Am I late?" Lingling greeted me casually.
"Hehe, I didn't have anything else to do, so I arrived early..." I said, a little embarrassed, offering a simple explanation to Lingling.
We walked and chatted, finding ourselves increasingly compatible, and eventually found a hot pot restaurant to have dinner together. To my excitement, Lingling turned out to be from the same university as me; she was in the music department, majoring in piano, and was also a freshman this year. We seemed to have endless things to talk about as soon as we met, each eager to speak and laugh together, showing none of the awkwardness of a first meeting, but rather like two long-lost friends exchanging pleasantries. During our conversation, I carefully observed Lingling. She was about 165 cm tall, with fair and delicate skin, and her neat short hair made her stand out. While her appearance wasn't exceptionally outstanding, she possessed a remarkable air of elegance. Just as I was wondering if such a pretty girl would have suitors, we started talking about that topic. It turned out she and I had similar experiences; after the college entrance exam, she and her boyfriend had different ambitions, leading to their breakup. Hearing her story secretly delighted me for a long time. Before we
knew it, more than two hours had passed, and when we realized it was already 9 pm, I quickly called the waiter to settle the bill, lest we be late and our dorms would close. Lingling insisted on splitting the bill with me, but I insisted and I paid. However, Lingling covered our taxi fare back to school. Luckily, Lingling and I went to the same school, saving me the trouble of taking her there. After arriving at school, I took her back to her dorm and then went back to my dorm by myself.
When I got back to my dorm, I found that everyone was still awake, seemingly waiting for my news. It seemed that the second oldest had told them. I shared my experience with everyone, recounting our meeting. Before I could finish, the third oldest said, "Big brother, you did it!"
"What does the girl look like?" the fourth oldest asked.
"How's the image I designed for you?" the second oldest also pressed.
I smiled, not wanting to answer each of their questions, and instead said to them, "Are you all so curious? Then tomorrow I'll invite Lingling and treat everyone to dinner!!!"
The next morning, after waking up, I began to regret it. I was too excited yesterday and acted impulsively. Lingling and I didn't have a clear relationship. How could I have taken her to meet this and that? What if she rejected me? How embarrassing would that be? But I bragged about it to everyone yesterday, so it seems I can't avoid treating them to a meal. I texted Lingling from bed, basically asking if she ate well yesterday and what her plans were for today. I waited a long time but didn't receive a reply. Was she off her phone or something...?
My mind raced. I got out of bed, went downstairs to get a thermos of hot water to make instant noodles. Just then, my phone rang. It was Lingling. I quickly answered, and a beautiful voice came through the receiver: "Hello, Xiaobo, this is Lingling. I went to do laundry and forgot my phone, sorry."
Hearing Lingling's explanation, the world around me seemed to become more beautiful, all the colors exceptionally vibrant. I felt a sweet, warm feeling, like springtime. I stammered that I wanted to ask her out that evening, and she readily agreed. But when I mentioned that a few other friends would be joining us, Lingling's reaction surprised me. She simply said, "Great! The more the merrier! See you this afternoon!"
After hanging up the phone, I practically ran back to my dorm. I calmed myself down at the door, making sure my breathing was steady before going inside. While I was making instant noodles, my third brother woke up and asked, "Big brother, you were a bit too much yesterday, weren't you? How about we all get together in the dorm tonight?"
I knew he meant well, but I said, "What are you talking about? Lingling and I have plans. You guys, get up! I'm meeting her at 2 PM."
I don't know if it was because my voice was loud, but my second and fourth brothers also heard me. They rolled over and stuck their heads out of bed, asking, "Really, big brother?" I answered with a confident look and an "OK" sign. It
was past 2 PM, the hottest time of day. I don't know why I chose this time; maybe we hadn't talked enough yesterday and wanted to start early. We chose a Korean restaurant because they had cold noodles to cool us down. When we arrived at Lingling's dormitory, we saw a girl in a white dress. It was Lingling. Her arms and legs were dazzlingly white in the sunlight. She was dressed very appropriately, so much so that even before we got close, Lao San kept saying to me, "Not bad, brother, really not bad!"
We quickly arrived at the restaurant. After everyone sat down, I gave a brief introduction. Lingling was very generous and shook hands with everyone. Because of the weather, Lao Si suggested some ice-cold beer, and the rest of us naturally agreed. So I turned to Lingling, wanting to ask her what she wanted. Lingling looked at everyone and said, "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I can't spoil the fun. I'll have the same as everyone else. But I can't drink beer that's too cold, I'll have room temperature!" As soon as Lingling finished speaking, it drew cheers from the brothers. Lao Si, as if afraid that Lingling would change her mind, immediately got up, grabbed a glass and beer, and poured it for Lingling.
Everyone was having a great time, but I hesitated. I wondered if Lingling could really have so much in common with everyone and chat so easily; perhaps my feeling was just wishful thinking. Lingling seemed to notice my unease. She deliberately talked to me more and even had a couple of beers with me. But Lao San's experience with girls undoubtedly made him stand out, and Lingling kept laughing at him. I really didn't want to see this, so I excused myself to go to the restroom and went for a walk before returning to the private room.
At this time, Lao San and Lao Si were still teasing Lingling. Lao Er, seeing me sitting down with a straight face, seemed to have figured something out and insisted on dragging Lao San out to the restroom. Lao Si, not wanting to be a third wheel, followed along. At this point, only Lingling and I were left in the private room. We chatted idly, making small talk, but the atmosphere was incredibly awkward. I downed a beer and mustered up my courage to say to Lingling, "Lingling, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
Lingling seemed unprepared. She paused for a moment, then suddenly put on a serious face and said, "Are you serious?"
"I'm sincere, Lingling. I couldn't control myself after seeing you. I'll treat you well, Lingling..." I stammered, not even knowing what I was trying to say.
Lingling remained silent, staring straight into my eyes. My heart sank. I thought, "That's it, I'm completely done for." But just as I was about to give up, Lingling suddenly burst out laughing. While I was wondering about Lingling's change in attitude, Lao Er and his two friends pushed open the door, cheering as they entered the room. When I came in, everyone said to me, "Brother, we didn't realize you were so brave!"
It turned out that while I was out in the restroom, the third brother and his friends had embellished my feelings and the events of the previous night, trying to persuade Lingling to accept me. Lingling's attitude was clear: I had to confess to her myself, which explained why they all went to the restroom together.
Lingling became my girlfriend, and I felt both happy and warm inside. I picked up my glass and toasted each of my brothers. After we finished, they naturally didn't let Lingling off the hook, and we spent the afternoon chatting, laughing, and joking around.
We left the small restaurant after 5 pm, all of us quite drunk. I walked ahead with my arm around Lingling's waist, while the three of them seemed to be talking about something behind us, but I couldn't hear them clearly because they were too far away. The second oldest guy came over and said to me, "Big brother, a few of us are going to the internet cafe. You and Lingling go back to our dorm to rest and chat. We might be back before lights out."
It turned out these guys were creating an opportunity for me. I didn't answer directly, but looked at Lingling. Her face was as red as a ripe apple, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at me. I understood that she tacitly agreed. I squeezed the second oldest guy's thin shoulder hard, and he patted my hand. We didn't say anything, but we both understood each other. I wanted to say: Thanks, buddy, don't come back too early. The second oldest guy seemed to mean: Make good use of your time.
The boys' dorms weren't as strict as the girls' dorms; boys and girls could come and go as they pleased. Lingling and I sat in the dorm, unsure how to start. After a long while, I spoke first: "Lingling, aren't you tired? How about we lie down for a while…" I really don't know why I came up with such a lame excuse. Lingling nodded and climbed onto the bed above my desk without saying anything. I was behind her and immediately spotted the light yellow panties she was wearing under her skirt, which intensified my already heightened arousal.
I then climbed onto the bed and gently kissed Lingling, initially hesitant, afraid she would reject me. But feeling her response, my hands began to roam over her body. When I tried to remove her skirt, Lingling stopped me, saying, "It's not convenient in the dorm... let's find somewhere else another day."
At that moment, I was like a car with full throttle; how could I stop? I ignored her protests and continued to caress her smooth, jade-like breasts, saying, "I've locked the door; they won't be back for at least two hours."
Seeing that stopping me was ineffective, Lingling stopped what she was doing and began to enjoy my caresses, gradually emitting soft moans of "Mmm... mmm..." Lingling's moans seemed to encourage me. I lifted her dress and slowly removed her panties. Lingling shyly covered her eyes with her hands and squeezed her legs together.
I gently parted her legs and saw her sparsely haired genitals. A few pubic hairs were visible above her labia, and her two light pink labia majora were completely hairless. I couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful!" and kissed her.
My action made Lingling shudder. She instinctively tried to push me away with one hand, but that hand seemed unusually weak. I ignored Lingling's movement and instead parted her labia majora. The inside was also very delicate. Her vagina was contracting repeatedly due to stimulation, squeezing out streams of clear fluid.
I saw Lingling's clitoris, a small bead now very red due to engorgement. I kissed it, using the techniques I had learned from watching porn to kiss and lick it repeatedly.
Lingling seemed completely overwhelmed by my actions. Her body arched upwards, and she let out a loud groan. Seeing her reaction, I intensified my kisses and stroked her vaginal opening with my fingers.
After only a few minutes, I felt Lingling's body convulse violently a few times, and she desperately tried to stop me, panting heavily, "Are you trying to torture me to death? Come in already..."
I then pulled off my underwear, my already rock-hard penis aimed at Lingling's vaginal opening. I tried to thrust a few times but couldn't get it in. Lingling watched my anxious and clumsy movements and couldn't help but giggle.
"Help me, help me aim..."
Lingling chuckled and said, "You tortured me so much just now, now you'll taste this too... ah... be gentle..."
Before Lingling could finish speaking, I found the entrance and thrust in. Lingling was caught off guard by my sudden attack and used her hands to brace herself against my body, slowing my movements. I was still immersed in the pleasure of entering her body, but a thought flashed through my mind: how come there was no obstacle? When I first had sex with my ex-girlfriend, I could feel her hymen, and it was quite difficult to penetrate her the first time. How come this time it was so smooth? But this thought was immediately dispelled by the pleasure emanating from my lower body.
One, two, three… my penis thrust wildly inside Lingling's body, bringing me pleasure while driving Lingling to near madness.
"You're so good… Xiaobo… ah… so good… mmm…" Lingling moaned softly, her hands tightly wrapped around me. I responded to Lingling's praise with frenzied thrusting and kisses. After exercising for 5 or 6 minutes, I felt a slight tingling sensation in my lower body. I felt that I was about to ejaculate. I whispered to Lingling, "I'm going to ejaculate, what should I do?"
"Ejaculate inside... I'm in my safe period now..." Lingling responded to me. After a series of more intense thrusts, I ejaculated all my semen into Lingling's body.

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