I slept with my senior colleague during my internship.

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During my internship, a senior colleague at my workplace, from Shandong, was a year or two older than me (around 20). Every evening after dinner, we would take a walk together, chatting and dreaming about the future. There were trees and green belts along the roadside for people to rest. One evening, as we were walking, I unconsciously took her hand, and she didn't react much (she knew I had a girlfriend at the time). As the saying goes, "push an inch, take a mile," so I turned around to face her, put my arms around her waist, and kissed her, trying to find her lips. She dodged her kiss, and when I asked why, she said she wanted to save her first kiss for her husband. But when I held her, she didn't pull away; she seemed quite willing. I slipped my hand under her sweater and felt her bra, which was cinched at the waist with a belt. I pulled the bra out and touched her flesh from behind. I just kept groping her like that, and she didn't struggle; she was quite compliant. I reached forward again and touched her bra. I pulled it open and started kneading it. Soon she was panting, and her nipples were hard. I hugged her tightly and tried to kiss her, but she dodged. I retaliated by squeezing her breasts a few times, and she didn't say anything. I kissed her forehead, straightened her clothes, and took her back to her dorm.

From then on, kissing her cheeks, foreheads, and touching her breasts became our regular routine during our nightly walks. She enjoyed it immensely; she had never been with another man before me. Having tasted the sweetness, and with no risks, and both of us being away from home, it gave us a psychological comfort. The first time I touched her breasts, I noticed her bra was a mesh type, very dense, not the fishnet pattern of today. It had a hole on one side. The second time I touched it, she wasn't wearing that bra anymore, and I never saw it again. I guess no one else noticed before, so she didn't care. But after I came along, she felt ashamed and threw it away. I really regret not asking for it as a souvenir! My girlfriend's job means she doesn't have time to spend with me before 9 PM. Every day, after I've finished touching this, I can still have sex with my girlfriend when I get back to my dorm. Ah, what more could I ask for!

This went on for about ten days. My hand slowly started to reach inside her panties and touch her pubic hair, and between her legs and her labia. I felt she was getting harder and harder to resist. One day, after we finished our walk, I took her back to her dorm (a single room), and we continued our ambiguous game. We touched and kissed, and she couldn't hold back anymore. She offered me her fragrant lips, and our tongues intertwined. I freed one hand from touching her breasts and slowly took off all her clothes. We got into her bed. I kissed her, one hand touching her breasts, and the other hand reaching down to her pubic hair, which wasn't too thick. Further down, I touched her vulva, and she was already wet. I gently dipped my index finger in her vaginal fluid and gently inserted it. I felt most of my index finger go in. I moved it in and out, and she was almost at her limit.

I loosened my belt, pulled down my pants and underwear, climbed on top of her, and, with my already throbbing penis erect, rubbed it against her vulva a couple of times. I pushed in a little, but only the head of my penis went in before she gave up, clamping her legs together, refusing to let me continue. She held firm to her last hurdle. I couldn't force myself on her, so I continued kissing, touching her breasts, and groping her vulva.

Just like that, I lost a great opportunity. We maintained this kind of relationship for a while afterward. My junior colleague once revealed a bit about our relationship to one of her relatives. This relative knew I had a girlfriend and talked to me, telling me to leave her. I felt betrayed at the time (actually, I realized later that I was wrong), and angrily quit my job and went home. That's how we broke up, and we never contacted each other again.

This ambiguous relationship has stayed in my heart for so many years, and I've never told anyone about it. Today, I'm bringing it up to vent to everyone, regardless of right or wrong, just to reminisce about my youth!

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