A passionate night with a college classmate I hadn't seen in a long time

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A Passionate Night with a Long-Awaited College Classmate

Ping'er was my college classmate, and back then she was considered the prettiest girl in our class. She was 162cm tall, with big eyes and short hair. When she was in a good mood, she would playfully twist her hair into a ponytail, her face flushed, and her bright, sparkling eyes always made boys' hearts flutter. Back then, because everyone was young, we didn't care much about body shape. She seemed to be on the fuller side, not particularly slim, but she radiated youthful energy, which made many boys like her. I was also somewhat of a public figure—the captain of the class basketball team, and a decent student—so I became close to her. But back then, I was always vain, feeling I couldn't put all my eggs in one basket. Many girls were watching me, and if I got involved with her, I would naturally lose the opportunity to be with other girls. Therefore, Ping'er and I never got together, even though she repeatedly showed interest in me (now that I think back, it was all in vain). We hadn't seen each other since graduating from university years ago; she went to Shenzhen to get married, and I came to Beijing for work—almost seven years have passed in a flash.
In early March, she told me on QQ that there was an exhibition in Beijing in April, and she would be there for a few days on business, so she could come see me and asked me to treat her to dinner. My heart skipped a beat, and I readily agreed. After all these years, I didn't even know if she was still the same pretty girl I remembered, especially since her child was already two years old. I even vaguely felt that she still liked me. Of course, it could also be wishful thinking. We agreed that she would call me once she settled in Beijing.
One Friday evening in mid-April, she called: "Where are you? I've arrived."
"Where are you staying so soon? I'll come find you." "The KFT Hotel next to the National Exhibition Center. Call me when you get there, I'll come downstairs."
I immediately went out and took a taxi to the hotel she mentioned. It was a place I had already looked up beforehand, haha, I couldn't be unprepared. I called her as soon as I got to the hotel lobby and then waited for her to come down.
Ping'er appeared before me, still with her big eyes, wearing a silver crop top and jeans. Although she looked a little chubby, and although there were a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes from life, she still looked youthful. After all, she had been married and had children for many years. I heard her say that life wasn't easy.
I smiled at her. She smiled, revealing her white teeth. It felt pretty good. "Where do you want to eat?" I asked. "Anywhere is fine, you know the area well. I want something spicy." "Then I'll take you to a Sichuan restaurant, in Haidian."
In the car, she sat next to me, smiling the whole time, talking about how many years it had been since we last met, and how many feelings she had. I said, "Yes, so many years have passed. Your child is so grown up now, and I'm still single." She showed me photos of her child, making me look at each one. I praised how well-behaved her child was, and she showed the unique pride and excitement of a mother. ...
At the restaurant, we ordered and ate. She went to wash her hands several times during the meal. Every time, she carried a bag. Later I found out she went to look in the mirror, worried about her appearance in front of me. Hey, I feel so stupid thinking about it now, how come I didn't know that?
She suggested she didn't have much to do tomorrow and could go home a little later. I suggested karaoke or a movie, and she chose karaoke, saying she remembered how good I was at singing back in school, and lots of girls liked listening to me. I laughed and said, "I'm glad you like it."
Weigongcun Melody KTV has always been my favorite karaoke place—top-notch effects, nice environment, and I can afford it, perfect for young people. Ping'er really liked it. "Great!" We went into a small private room and started choosing songs. She eagerly picked several Jacky Cheung songs for me, saying she used to love hearing me sing them. I laughed and said those were so old, I couldn't sing them anymore. "I'll sing Jay Chou for you," I said. Her face flushed, and she smiled again. "Wow, she's really pretty."
To be honest, when I found out about singing, I didn't have any ulterior motives towards her. I just wanted to keep my classmate company and make her happy. Unexpectedly, she suggested we drink red wine. She said it would create a better atmosphere. I was a little taken aback at first, but immediately agreed. I vaguely felt that something was going to happen tonight (I feel ashamed of myself). She talked about drinking, singing, her husband, the hardships of life, her children, and life after graduation .
I listened, laughing occasionally, but there was always a hint of resentment in her voice. I didn't know why, so I could only try to cheer her up, saying that's just how life is, just enjoy it.
She said she liked listening to Jay Chou's "Chrysanthemum Terrace" and asked me to sing it.
After I finished, she didn't say anything. I asked, "What's wrong? Was it good?" She looked up at me and said she loved listening to me sing. I laughed and said it was good that she liked hearing me sing. But then we went back to talking about life. She sat closer and closer to me, finally leaning against me. She began to recount the hardships of life. She was telling me about the discord between her and her husband. I gently comforted her, saying that life is like that, not particularly exciting, just ordinary years passing by. Suddenly, she looked up at me and said, "You know, I've always resented you a little. Why didn't you want me back
then?" Now I'm stunned; I wasn't prepared for that. Tears streamed down her face. I panicked and wiped away her tears, only able to softly comfort her, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry, everything will be alright." But I moved closer and closer to her ear, and finally, she looked up and kissed me. Sigh, looking back now, it really seems like an inevitable pattern. I think the best time to woo someone is probably when they're most vulnerable. When a woman is sad, a man's comfort and tenderness are all it takes to make her feel better.
The music in the private room stopped, leaving only our heavy breathing and the soft sounds of our kisses. My hands, naturally, became restless. Fueled by the alcohol, I started groping her body. I hadn't dared to examine her figure closely before, but now I could finally "inspect" her. I felt she was quite voluptuous (I'm a picky person; I consider anything slightly above the ideal size to be overweight), and her waist was a bit thick, perhaps due to the hardships of life. My hands didn't quite reach her chest to touch her breasts, but based on my estimation, they were probably around a 36C. I was secretly delighted. After a while, I whispered, "Will you stay with me tonight?" She nodded shyly and then kissed me again. Haha, I'm going to have a romantic encounter tonight! This is my first time dating a girl, so I'm naturally very excited.
Then, of course, we went straight to her hotel. In the room, I suggested we shower together, but she said she was shy. Haha, I love this kind of coy, hesitant, demure charm. I imagine it would be incredibly arousing, like a delicate flower in the rain (I learned this from the experiences of many forum users; I've never actually experienced it myself). I excitedly went to shower, and then waited for her to finish.
I hadn't been with a woman for over six months. When Ping'er came out, wrapped in a bath towel, she looked at me shyly. I believe any man would find her irresistible. I pulled her onto the bed, ripped off the towel, and a snow-white body was revealed before me. The only regret was that her breasts were a bit small, probably only a B cup. I like women with big breasts. That way, I could have breast sex. I couldn't wait to kiss her lips, starting a deep French kiss. Our tongues and saliva exchanged and intertwined unrestrainedly in our mouths, making soft, wet sounds. Our heavy breathing indicated our mutual thirst. My hand went straight for her lower body. There wasn't much hair on the outside of her vulva, scattered on both sides and in the middle, below which were thick labia. I circled my fingers around the outside a few times before inserting them directly. She was already very wet. She seemed to be suffering from unbearable thirst, twisting and lifting her plump buttocks, humming my name indistinctly. Even a pig would know that this was her signal for me to penetrate her. However, I wasn't in a hurry. I continued to vigorously thrust two fingers in and out of her vagina, her body convulsing with each thrust. Her mouth had left mine, and she was emitting seductive moans. While working with my fingers, I moved my mouth to her breasts. Although they were small, the nipples were erect like beans, with dark circles, showing the unique characteristics of a woman after breastfeeding. I sucked on her nipples like a wolf, sucking hard, sucking hard. Her moans grew louder, and she grabbed the pillow with both hands in a frenzy. I moved up and down simultaneously, my fingers thrusting in and out, my mouth sucking, and my right hand vigorously kneading her other breast. Ping'er finally couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "XX, I want you, hurry!" I couldn't take it anymore either, so I picked up my penis and found a hole to insert it. It was a normal missionary position. Because I hadn't been with a woman for more than half a year, I was particularly hard, but I was worried about my stamina because I was too excited. And in my haste, I even forgot to ask her to give me oral sex, which was really frustrating. After a few dozen thrusts, I couldn't hold on any longer; I'd gotten too excited, so I pulled out. Ping'er cooperated by flipping over, lying face down on the bed, and guiding me to lie on her back. I penetrated from behind. After rubbing my penis against her for a while, she reached back to hold it, slowly guiding it towards her opening. Finally, I found the entrance, her buttocks and my penis thrusting together. "Ah!" we both cried out, "So good!" That moment of ecstasy, that feeling of my penis being surrounded by a warm, fiery flesh, was truly heavenly. I controlled my surging erection and began thrusting vigorously, occasionally moving my entire body against her back (which I found quite difficult), the bed was shaking. She started yelling, "XX, thrust harder, I want it!" Damn, how could I not fuck you to death and make your husband pay? Unfortunately, due to my lack of experience and desire, I was willing but unable to perform. After a few dozen vigorous thrusts, I ejaculated profusely, all of it pouring into her vagina. She had mentioned before that she had an IUD and wasn't worried about pregnancy. All my plans for oral sex and a uniform were ruined. Sigh, so frustrating. But I guess she wouldn't allow it
anyway, since she said she was the shy type… She gently asked if I was tired, offering to massage me. Of course I was tired, so I happily lay down and enjoyed it. She breathed into my ear, occasionally sucking on my nipples, her hands constantly massaging my penis with her palms. I realized, "This isn't helping me relax, it's clearly trying to get me aroused for another round!" After a while, she even started giving me oral sex, not minding the mess. Amazing! My penis, which had been exhausted, was instantly rekindled. Her eyes lit up again, and she softly asked if I wanted to do it again. Of course, I nodded. Hehe. I pulled her close and made her sit on my lap, starting the lotus position. I learned this from a movie; watching it on TV always felt good, and today I finally got to try it out. Our lower bodies made slapping sounds as we joined, wet with her juices. She thrust her body vigorously, her lower body rubbing back and forth and side to side. I took the opportunity to steal moments to suckle her breasts. Ping'er was probably in a daze, shouting, "I love you! Thrust into me! Thrust into me!" I gripped her plump buttocks even harder and rocked her up and down, slapping her repeatedly. The pleasure was indescribable. After a hundred or so thrusts, we switched to a rear-entry position. I stood on the floor, and she bent over, her hands on the bed. From behind, although she was slightly plump and not a perfect hourglass shape, she was still enough to make my blood boil. First, I slowly inserted myself; I could even hear the sticky sound of her flesh rubbing against my juices as my penis entered. Ah, I loved it. After a series of intense thrusts, I really wanted to say the word "fuck," but I wasn't sure if she could accept it, so I didn't say it. Hehe, maybe I was still a bit too reserved. After hundreds of thrusts, I finally ejaculated again, all inside her. Ping'er's thighs trembled, and white semen flowed down her thighs. I said, "Go wash up." She smiled and said, "It's okay." Damn, that was so good. I felt like all the desires in my heart had been released.
Because we were so tired, we both fell into a deep sleep. The next day, because I had to go to work, I regretfully woke up in the morning to find that I didn't have enough time, so I had to tell her I had to leave (now I regret it, why didn't I wake up earlier so I could have fucked her one more time until her legs were so weak she couldn't come out). The moment I entered the elevator, Ping'er followed me in and said, "You don't know how to take care of yourself, you don't eat breakfast, I'll go downstairs with you to eat." Sigh, she was so considerate. I was touched for a while, and almost impulsively asked her to be my girlfriend (I was out of my mind, her child is two years old...). We went downstairs for breakfast, and she saw me to my car. Before leaving, she said something that touched me again: "Take good care of yourself and live well." I almost cried. Sigh, it's a pity Ping'er can't stay in Beijing. Thinking back to that moment, I was really moved; I think I really liked her. I know that if I told her I liked her, she would immediately divorce her husband and come to me.
Ping'er stayed for two days and then went back to Shenzhen. Because I was busy for the next two days, I didn't have a chance to see her again. When she left, she texted me, saying that I would visit her in Shenzhen when I had time. I got excited again, thinking about our next tryst. Sigh, I strongly condemn myself.

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