mature female classmates

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When I was in college, there was a female classmate named Xiaoting who dressed very maturely. She dressed quite seductively, even her black stockings had patterns.
As for me, I was generally quite reserved in that regard during my school years, still clinging to the romantic ideals of teenage dramas.
And to be honest, back then, my male friends (my buddies) mainly played basketball and video games. Looking back, it's really not like what people say about college being a very open time.
Around the middle of the first semester, because our university professors liked to interact in class, and I was particularly popular with them, they often called on me to speak. Over time, I became one of the focal points of the class.
Sometimes, when I answered a question, a group of female classmates would chat and laugh about me. They even gave me the nickname "Brother."
At first, I disliked them, but they gradually became friends.
Just as the first semester was ending, one night a few of us guys went to the Soho Bar in Jiaochangkou, Jiefangbei, for drinks. It was my first time in a nightclub.
At first, I really didn't understand what was so fun about it—a few of us spending thousands of yuan standing there drinking, without even a seat.
Later, as the music played, I gradually got into the atmosphere.
That night, we drank a lot of imported liquor.
At 2 a.m., we left the Soho Bar.
I hailed a taxi, and just then, Zuo Tingting suddenly pounced on me, asking where I was going.
I was a bit drunk, so I just said, "Where are you going?"
She said, "I live near the No. 51 bus stop in Jiaochangkou."
So I decided to have the driver take her home first. When we got to her apartment building, I don't know what I was thinking. Although my intention was to take her home, I felt aroused.
When we arrived at her house, she started to undress and go to bed. I still remember her wearing black lace panties, a blue bra, and black stockings.
Seeing this, I couldn't suppress my lust any longer. I quickly pulled off her already soaked panties and then gently rubbed her pubic hair with my hand.
As I continued to rub, her vulva became hot, her labia trembled intermittently, and she tightly clamped her legs together, wriggling incessantly.
I deliberately spread her legs apart and inserted my index finger into her vulva, teasing her from bottom to top. When my finger touched her labia minora, she trembled as if she had been electrocuted, turning her head to the side and crying out, "You can't do this, take it out, ah... don't use your hand... ah..." Her vulva couldn't help but flow with vaginal fluid, wetting my hand again.
Then I knelt between Tingting's thighs, spread her labia with my hands, and frantically licked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue... She cried out even louder, "Stop licking...it's so itchy inside!" At that moment, my mind went blank, but my body told me it was almost time to conquer her. I rubbed my glans against her clitoris and then thrust in forcefully.
She looked very pleased, repeatedly saying, "Brother, I've liked you a little since school, and today finally..." I hugged her waist tightly, channeling my inner strength into my penis, and thrusting violently.
She cried out again, "So good...I'm coming again...I'm going to die...Brother...Brother...let's rest for a while..." But I didn't stop, thrusting into her even harder and faster, until finally I came inside her. Afterwards
, we said a lot of passionate things. But my mind was just too tense, too conflicted, too complicated.
I knew she had a past; I didn't know how many men she'd slept with, but I had a feeling.
So I slowly distanced myself from her, and that's how we awkwardly got through university. But I changed. I wasn't that naive guy who only knew CF and WOW anymore; I had a better understanding of society.
Now I'm working and married, living a normal life, but is it better to live a seemingly positive life every day, or to confront the real thoughts suppressed inside me?
I hesitated for a long time about whether to speak out. We still have her QQ number in our university group chat, but I won't post it. Today, I'm just sharing a true experience from my life.
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