College Life

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There's a saying, "One should not covet a friend's wife," but I wonder how many people can resist the temptation of something so readily available. Is everyone truly a gentleman, honest in word and deed, or just saying one thing and doing another? At least I'm not. By now, I believe everyone understands what I did. Yes, I slept with my friends' wives, and more than one.

Let me tell you about myself first. I'm in my early thirties, and many people around me say I'm quite handsome, but I think I'm just average-looking. Definitely not the sharply defined face of Andy Lau or Takeshi Kaneshiro; I'm more like Tony Leung or Alec Su. I have a

fairly well-proportioned build, over 1.8 meters tall. I have a decent personality and get along with everyone, but I'm definitely not a pushover; I'm more of a softie at heart. People who don't know me well might find me a bit cold, but those who do say I'm incredibly talkative. One guy even gave me a description—"secretly flirtatious!" Damn it, that's spot on!

In short, I'm the kind of person who makes a very good first impression. After spending time with me, people find me to be a good person, trustworthy, and someone who gives them a sense of security.

In this day and age, someone with my looks should have an easy time picking up girls, but unfortunately, I have high standards and am unwilling to settle. Even if a girl I don't like strips naked in front of me, I have no "sexual interest," let alone actively pursue her.

Plus, having studied so much, I have a kind of scholarly air about me, which makes some ordinary girls feel inferior and shy away. So, over the years, I haven't had many romantic encounters, at least not until I graduated from university.

Now, let me talk about some messy things that happened in university. It's not really a mess. In my freshman year, I got together with a female classmate from high school. She was definitely a beauty. We had a good relationship in high school, but I guess neither of us had any romantic feelings for each other.

She was probably the open type; she knew about dating since middle school and had been with several girls by high school, but I don't know how far it went. That was back in the 90s, so it's possible she wasn't even sexually assaulted. I got together with her because I was lonely, and of course, lust was also a factor.

I'm unlucky; there weren't many beautiful girls among my high school classmates—I mean, those I considered beautiful. There were even fewer beautiful girls among my college classmates. Seeing my other roommates all losing their virginity made me a little envious. This beautiful girl happened to be in the same school as me, and I was in a lull at the time, so I decided to settle for her.

Getting her would be a piece of cake, but actually sleeping with her was much harder. To be honest, I really didn't expect it. I'd been with several girls in high school, and they were able to kiss on the first day, and they were very proactive, which was exactly what I expected. But what I didn't expect was that she wouldn't let me wet kiss her. My several attempts were all in vain; her little teeth were biting so tightly.

Helpless, I had to move on. Her breasts broke through quickly, without any resistance. She was quite tall, and her breasts were quite large and white. I could touch them with my hands or use my mouth freely; the prospects were good. Then, I encountered resistance again, a fierce resistance. She wouldn't let me take off my pants on my bed.

Damn it, I almost raped her and still couldn't get her to climax. Finally, I managed to slip my hand inside her waistband and grope her a few times, touching her breasts and probing her vagina, but there was no lubrication. In the end, I concluded—she was a virgin. It seems my exes never really went that far.

She's probably been kissed and touched so much that she's become accustomed to it, hence her lack of interest and passion. No wonder she always wore pants and a belt on our dates. Damn it, I don't understand, I really don't understand. I didn't understand then, and I still don't understand now. Her mouth has been kissed by countless men, her vagina touched by countless men, does that mean she's a virgin as long as her hymen is still intact?

My goal was to sleep with her, and since I couldn't, it was goodbye. It took a whole month in total. I guess many guys will say I was stupid, letting such a virgin slip through my fingers.

I've regretted it for years, but back then I really realized I couldn't sleep with her unless it was rape. And I really didn't want to force anyone; there were plenty of people who wanted to sleep with me, why did it have to be her? Thinking about it that way, I decided to end things with her. She's still not married, and I wonder if she still has that hymen.

Besides the girl I mentioned above, I had another one during university. She was a classmate, decent-looking, but too short. I wasn't interested, and it ended quickly without anything happening.

After graduation, I worked at a public institution for a while, but the income was mediocre, and I didn't want to be controlled, so I quit and became a freelancer. Don't ask me what I do; the income is decent.

Back then, I lived alone in a rented apartment, living a carefree life. I really enjoyed this feeling of living alone, but whenever I went home alone after hanging out with some friends, I felt something was missing. Don't misunderstand, it wasn't a lack of romance, just a lack of someone to sleep with. Don't mention prostitutes; I'm not interested in public restrooms.

Now, let's get to the main topic, starting with my story with A.

One noon, I went to the supermarket to buy food. It was a hot day. On my way home, a woman walked towards me, carrying a parasol. As we passed each other, I suddenly realized she looked familiar. Then I remembered—it was A, the girlfriend of one of my college roommates.

She recognized me too. She said she was going to the dentist; her lunch break was too short, so she had taken time off from work. Seeing how rushed she was, I quickly chatted for a few minutes, exchanged phone numbers, and left.

Those few words weren't for nothing; I learned that she and my roommate had broken up. This was expected; he went to another city after graduation. Neither of them were exactly settled. They both had girlfriends in college, then somehow met and got together, and within days, my roommate had slept with them. Afterward, they both broke up with their current partners and moved off-campus together. But how can two people stay together forever?

To be honest, once I got home, I started having feelings for her. Looking at her number saved on my phone, I hesitated, wondering whether to contact her. You might think I'm just bored and going crazy, wanting to sleep with every girl I meet. No, let me tell you.

This girl, A, is really pretty, just a little chubby, but not noticeably so; she has a curvy figure that adds to her sex appeal. Her breasts are huge; in the summer, half of them peek out from under her t-shirt collar—very alluring.

A is a host on our school's radio station. As I mentioned before, she had a boyfriend, but after meeting my buddy, she started talking to him on the phone every night, and within a few days, they slept together.

My buddy is tall, strong, and fair-skinned, but he really does look a bit like a young Feng Gong (a famous Chinese comedian). Their relationship was a classic case of "good cunts being fucked by dogs." We were all furious. Every time he finished with her and went back to the dorm, he'd tell us how amazing it was, it was infuriating.

In short, A is a slut. And I've personally verified it.

That happened at the beginning of our senior year. After A and my buddy moved off-campus to live together, they invited our dorm mates to their house for dinner one time. There were eight of us in the dorm, but not all of us went; four of us went, including me.

When we arrived, my buddy and another roommate were cooking in the kitchen, while the three of us guys watched TV inside. A, who can't cook, stayed in the room with us.

Later, A's husband came out of the kitchen and asked someone to go buy him some alcohol—it was a bit far, and they needed to buy two cases—and asked someone to go with him. They played rock-paper-scissors, and two people went with him, leaving three of us: A and me in the room watching TV, and someone else in the kitchen making a racket. I don't know which philosopher said it, but when a man and a woman are alone in a room, the air is always ambiguous, and it's true.

It was August, the weather was hot and humid, and the room wasn't well-ventilated. A was wearing a low-cut, thigh-length, pink silk pullover nightgown—very thin and sexy. Everything was fine until something unexpected happened.

She said she wanted to listen to music and asked me to look for CDs on the shelf next to me. So I started rummaging through the shelves.

Suddenly, I knocked over a bamboo basket covered with a handkerchief, and a cardboard box and a few pieces of clothing fell out.

I quickly bent down and picked them up. They were all A's panties—one white cotton, one black tight-fitting, and I can't remember the others. But there were no thongs; those weren't fashionable back then. What was truly shocking was that the white pair had just been taken off and hadn't been washed yet. There were faint yellowish stains around the vulva, and a fishy smell.

Don't laugh, but I was a complete virgin back then, and seeing that made me hard instantly. A saw me holding her panties and rushed over, snatching them from my hand. Then she bent down to pick up the small box on the ground.

Like I said, I was hard; it was summer, and I was wearing thin pants. As A bent down, my penis was right in front of her. Not only did she see the bulge in my crotch, but I also saw her pair of white breasts exposed when she looked down. She was wearing a bra, but it didn't have straps, probably because it was too hot and it wasn't fastened tightly. For a fleeting moment, I even vaguely saw one of her nipples.

What's worse, she didn't get up. Instead, she picked up the two pairs of underwear from the floor. In the long full-length dressing mirror behind her, I saw a small, pink cotton panty with small floral patterns on her high-raised buttocks. In those brief ten seconds, after she got up, the atmosphere in the room became ambiguous.

The air was a bit awkward, so to ease the tension, I quickly pretended to be relaxed and said, "I thought it was something serious. Why did you rush over like that?" A hesitated for a moment and quickly replied, "You should pick it up quickly, the floor is dirty." Who knows why, I blurted out, "Your stuff isn't clean either." After saying that, I saw her blush. Now that I think about it, it's no wonder she blushed. Even if you're familiar with someone, she's still a girl. It's bound to be embarrassing for a man to suddenly see her unwashed underwear, especially since I pointed it out.

Seeing her blush, I didn't know what to say. Just as I was feeling awkward, A suddenly used her hand, which was still holding a pair of panties, to lift my crotch and said, "You're so good!" That day, I was wearing very thin linen pants. To stay cool, many of us guys don't wear underwear, and so did I. A's fingers traced up my glans, and the feeling was so unforgettable. To be honest, I almost ejaculated.

After that, we didn't know what to say. She turned around, put her things away, and we both sat back down in our original spots.

The apartment was rented, and the landlord hadn't provided beds. They just put a Simmons mattress in the middle of the floor as a bed.

The three of us guys had been sitting there, and A was sitting on a stool next to her. Now it was just me.

I leaned against the wall, which made me even lower, and I realized I could see A's panties again. I was probably really eager to say something to break the awkwardness, so I stupidly blurted out, "I saw it again!" Unexpectedly, A suddenly got up and rushed at me, saying, "How can you be so lewd?" I was half-lying on the mat on the floor. She rushed at me from my right, and had to bend down to hit me, so I instinctively raised my right hand and right leg to block. As a result, A fell on top of me, but not quite. Her large breasts still brushed against my nose, and my still-erect penis pressed against her thigh.

In that brief moment, my erection became even firmer. I quickly supported her waist with my hands, and lifted her onto the mattress, saying, "Who's the pervert here? Aren't you afraid someone will see?" "Nobody's here, only XX is cooking, can't you hear me?" "So you just pounced on me like that?" "Who's thirsty, you little virgin?" As she spoke, she gave my penis another rub.

"You're so hard, haven't used it before, have you?"

She always brings this up, which annoys me a bit. Thinking back, I was pretty honest back then; why didn't I make a move on her? Suddenly remembering her smelly underwear from earlier, I asked, "Did you two just do it before we came?" Damn it, you've touched me twice already, what can't I say? A seemed to relax too, nodding slightly.

"Why are you using Mafulong? No condom?"

"Neither of us wants to use them, it's not comfortable with something in between, don't you understand?" "How could I know as much as you, with so much experience?" "Get lost, hurry up and say something nice, I'll introduce you to someone to gain experience sometime." Just as I said that, the door opened outside, and the guys who bought beer came back. We both quickly got up. As I got up, I casually touched her chest. She glared at me but didn't say anything, quickly went out to greet me.

Afterwards, I chatted with the guys for a few minutes, feeling a bit uneasy, and then we set the table and started eating. The rectangular table wasn't big, and I intentionally sat on the longer side. A, as expected, sat next to me at the far end, so her husband had to sit opposite me, right next to her, to drink with me—we both love to drink.

During the meal, besides rubbing against her thigh, there wasn't much else to do, making me regret not wearing shorts. Thankfully, every time our legs touched, she didn't flinch, and her face remained perfectly composed, showing remarkable experience. It really makes you realize how unfathomable a woman's heart can be.

After dinner, the four of us guys played mahjong while she went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While shuffling the tiles, I slipped through the kitchen to go to the bathroom. She saw me go in but didn't say a word. This time, when I walked behind her, emboldened by the alcohol, I reached out and lightly pinched her butt, saying, "When are you going to introduce me to someone with experience, someone like you would be fine!" "Get lost!"

After coming out of the bathroom, I touched her butt again, this time under the hem of her pajamas, touching her smooth, soft buttocks. I slipped into the house before she could kick me.

That night I had a wet dream, dreaming I was having sex with a woman, and I woke up just as I was about to penetrate her. Luckily, I didn't ejaculate; washing the sheets would have been a hassle.

Senior year was busy, and I didn't see A or my buddy much in the following year. When we had our graduation dinner, my buddy was out looking for a job and hadn't returned yet. A was in a different major, so of course I couldn't invite her. And so, I graduated in a blur.

[The End]

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