I finally got together with my goddess in my junior year of college.

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She and I were classmates in college, a year younger than me. We met while queuing for water in the water room. She happened to be standing in front of me; she was tall with a perfectly pert bottom. Since it was winter, she was wearing a down jacket, so we couldn't see her bust size. I joked with my roommate that the person in front of me was a stunner, letting him admire her beauty. I even deliberately stepped aside to look at her face, and we two lecherous guys unanimously concluded that she was an absolute beauty. To be honest, I really wanted to push her down and have my way with her right then and there; I believe it's every man's nature. However, we were in the water room, and there were many other students around. I didn't dare to do anything inappropriate. If no one was around, I would at least have touched her breasts and run away. Reason told me that I needed to learn to wait for the right opportunity and play the long game.

At that time, I was still a junior and not very good at dressing up, but I wasn't ugly, and I was confident and outgoing. My roommate started encouraging me to ask for her WeChat. My desire won out, so I went up and asked for her WeChat at my roommate's urging. As I said, I looked outgoing and wasn't ugly, so I wasn't rejected. I added her on WeChat, and back in my dorm, I scrolled through her entire Moments—she was unbelievably beautiful. But, damn it, she had a boyfriend! "All the good girls are being taken by dogs!!!" That was my first thought. My second thought was that I had to win this beauty over; otherwise, I wouldn't have lived a worthwhile life as a man. I took a slow and steady approach, sending occasional messages of concern and greetings on WeChat, along with occasional likes and jokes.

About two weeks later, I asked her out for dinner at a steakhouse near the university, getting to know her better. The meal cost over 200 yuan, which I thought was incredibly expensive for a student at the time. After dinner, I invited her to a movie, but she declined, saying she was going to the supermarket with her boyfriend later (I guessed they were going to a hotel that night). So, I went back to my dorm, feeling dejected. I continued to pester her, kept chatting, and waited for the right opportunity. Christmas was approaching; her boyfriend was at university, while she was interning at a studio in the city. Through our conversations, I learned that her boyfriend wasn't planning to visit her in the city for Christmas. Wasn't this my chance? I immediately told her I had business in the city on Christmas Day and asked her to dinner that evening. She agreed. I went to the public bathhouse early Christmas morning, because I guessed tonight would be a battle night. Then I changed into a smart outfit and bought a gift. We met at the agreed-upon place and had dinner. Afterwards, we went to see a movie. In the theater, I tried to hold her hand, but she rejected me several times, which further convinced me that she was a good girl.

After the movie, I suggested we walk around. After about 20 minutes, seeing she didn't want to walk anymore, I didn't dare suggest getting a hotel room. I was really shy then, feeling I couldn't ruin my image. Since she lived in a rented apartment, I offered to walk her home. When we got to her building, I offered to walk her upstairs, but she ruthlessly refused! I didn't care anymore; I was going to get her tonight! I pinned her against the wall and kissed her forcefully! For 30 seconds, she didn't open her mouth, no matter how much I pried with my tongue, she wouldn't respond. I continued kissing for about 10 seconds, and she pushed me away! I was genuinely angry. I'd come all this way to spend the holiday with her, bought her a gift, watched a movie, and had dinner with her, but she gave me nothing in return. I turned and walked away. She called me a few times, but I didn't turn back. I went across the street, booked a hotel room, and stayed the night. That night, she sent me many WeChat messages, apologizing, saying she had a boyfriend, etc. I didn't reply because I knew that meant she cared about me and was concerned about me. Let her struggle internally all night. I opened her Moments, looked at her photos, and the selfies she'd sent me individually, and mentally cursed her a hundred times. Then I masturbated a few times before finally falling asleep.

From then on, I rarely contacted her, and she would only occasionally chat with me. During that time, we went for a walk together on the school playground, looked at the stars once, and she leaned on my shoulder—that was all. Then, in the first semester of our senior year, one day, she told me she'd broken up with her boyfriend. By then, I had already started my internship and didn't have much time to chat with her, but we didn't completely lose contact. Until the second semester of our senior year, when I went back to school to write my graduation thesis, I still took her out to dinner and movies. This time, I didn't choose a hotel near the school; I specifically chose one in the city center, meaning we'd be back in our dorms by the time we finished the movie and locked up.

As planned, it was past 11 PM after the movie, so I suggested we get a hotel room to spend the night together and then go to a tourist attraction the next morning before heading back. This time, she didn't refuse. At the hotel, I took a shower first, scrubbing my penis thoroughly at least five times. Then I fantasized about our upcoming battle. After showering, I put on shorts and a t-shirt, wrapped a towel around my lower body, and then told her to go shower. "Don't peek at me undressing," she said. "I promise I won't." I turned my back, and she turned hers too. "Only a fool wouldn't turn around," I thought to myself, glancing back every now and then. I saw her take off her coat, her long-sleeved shirt, and her jeans, then go into the bathroom. I didn't see anything. But I wasn't in a hurry; it'd all be mine soon anyway. After she finished showering and put on a long-sleeved shirt and pants, I wrapped myself in the blanket, and she sat on the edge of the bed, probably embarrassed. I pulled back the covers and said, "Let's sleep together. I promise I won't bully you." We turned off the light and lay there like that. I broke the silence by reminiscing about how we'd known each other until now, a bit of a flashback. Slowly, I slipped my hand under her neck and pulled her into my arms. Then I gently kissed her lips; she didn't resist.

I knew I was in the right place. I started invading her lips with my tongue, and she responded, our tongues intertwining. Her lower body kept wriggling, and I intentionally or unintentionally moved my genitals closer to hers, rubbing my thighs against her genitals. Slowly, I started caressing her breasts. It was my first time touching them; they were so soft and felt amazing. She truly was a goddess. I pulled open her clothes and kissed her nipple. It was soft and smelled nice. Then, I turned on the light to admire her nipple closely—a tiny pink dot, absolutely gorgeous. She blushed and looked at me. Unable to resist her, I turned off the light. My hand moved downwards, and through her pants, I touched her genitals a few times. This was the place I had dreamed of, the place that had haunted my thoughts for so long, the paradise I had fantasized about so many times while masturbating. I was incredibly excited. I started kissing her nipples while touching her genitals, slowly unbuttoning her jeans, and slowly slipping my hand inside her panties to touch her labia. Unable to suppress my desire any longer, I slipped my hand inside her panties, touching her pubic hair and her soaking wet vulva. I got up and took off her pants. She didn't resist me. Then I took off her top, and she lay naked in front of me. In the light from the window, I saw her beautiful body, completely exposed. "Fair skin and beautiful face" was the perfect description. Because I knew her, and because I knew she only had one boyfriend and was definitely a good girl, I felt safe enough to penetrate her without a condom. She was very wet and slippery; very tight, and the feeling of being enveloped was strong. After about 10 minutes, I ejaculated inside her. I pressed myself against her and kissed her forehead. She hugged me tightly. I pulled out.

Then she went to take a shower, and I went in with her. We showered together in the bathroom, and even after we were clean, I was still hard. I tried to enter from behind, but lacking experience, I couldn't get in after a while, so we gave up. I asked her to kiss my genitals, and she knelt down and started sucking my penis with her lips. It was the first time I'd been given oral sex by a girl other than my girlfriend (my girlfriend didn't like giving me oral sex either, so it hadn't happened many times). Her oral skills were top-notch; maybe she'd been trained well by her previous boyfriend. Although I was a little disappointed, I felt good, so wasn't that enough? It was also the first time I knew how tingly and pleasurable it was for a girl to lick my testicles, and I probably started to like girls licking my testicles later because of this. In the end, I ejaculated while she was giving me oral sex, but I didn't ejaculate in her mouth; she masturbated me when I was about to. We did it again that night and went back to school the next day. Until graduation, we would go to a hotel together on weekends and do it many times. After graduation, I went back to my hometown, and a year later, she graduated. We met up in Shanghai and traveled together once. I knew that was the last time we would see each other because she already had a new boyfriend. That trip lasted a week. We spent our days sightseeing and our nights endlessly making love—oral sex, finger sex, breast sex... I took a lot of photos of her that time, and we filmed a lot of sex videos. I kept them all, and I watch them to masturbate whenever I miss her.

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