Her single bed in the dormitory

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"Get me the ginger right now! It's going to burn!" I shouted.
"I know! Why are you being so fierce?!"
Hearing Lingling's grumbling, I was taken aback for a moment, then teased her, "This is my first time showing off my skills. Cooking fish requires very precise control of the heat. You ruined my seasonings, so don't blame me if it doesn't taste good."
Lingling laughed, "You haven't even started cooking yet, and you're already looking for an excuse. There's no way you're like this."
"Hehe, do I need to make excuses? I brought you books from China, and you didn't even thank me, and now you expect me to cook for you..."
"Okay, okay, I know! Stop nagging!"
"You're so unreasonable!" I smiled and continued to focus on my braised fish. For some reason, even though we were always bickering, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. Although this was only the second time I'd met Lingling, I had a very strange feeling. I don't know if it was because I'd helped her, but I always felt like she owed me a favor or something. I always liked to tease her in front of her, watching her half-angry, half-not-angry expression. Although Lingling's looks were only above average, her 170cm height, slender figure, unusual bust, and full hips made her stand out wherever she went. Coupled with her cheerful and outgoing personality, she was always surrounded by friends of both sexes. While my first impression of her was mainly her long, flowing hair and healthy, dark skin, as our conversation deepened, I really enjoyed being with her. Before I knew it, we'd been chatting from 6 pm to past midnight. Thankfully, foreign universities don't have building lockouts, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to get home. Looking back now, I sometimes feel a surge of excitement, wishing the building doors were locked!
The second time was when I suggested I show off my cooking skills. I couldn't remember when I mentioned I was a good cook, and she insisted that after all my feasting back home, she deserved a treat. So I agreed to cook her a fish meal on the weekend. On Saturday noon, I went out with her to buy ingredients for the fish and several other dishes. That evening, she invited some friends over for a get-together. Life abroad is monotonous, and getting together for a meal is something everyone loves.
We chatted and laughed, and soon the fish was ready. The aroma of the braised sea bass filled the air, and everyone eagerly began to eat. Watching her enjoy the fish so much, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I had a great time chatting with everyone, and I was so glad to have found such good friends who could add some fun to my otherwise dull student life. Time passed quickly, and we all parted ways. Lingling specially walked me to my car downstairs, sincerely thanking me for cooking her a delicious meal. Feeling her genuine gratitude, I pretended to be generous and got into my car to go home. Just as the car was about to enter the main road, I saw her wave at me through the window and shout, "Drive carefully!"
A warm feeling welled up inside me instantly. In the following gatherings, I grew to like her personality even more; she was always genuinely happy and joyful. However, as finals approached, everyone got busy with their own lives.
One afternoon, on a whim, I dialed her number: "Hey, are you tired from studying? Take a break for the night!"
"Hehe, it's only Wednesday and you're already tired! I can tell you're not studying hard! Don't set me up." Lingling's distinctive laughter rang out on the other end of the phone.
"Oh, look, I was so tired just now, but hearing your laughter made me feel all better! How about we grab a bite to eat, then you can do yours and I'll do mine?"
"Hehe, okay, call me when you're downstairs at my dorm!"
"Sure thing!"
"It's already 10 pm, let's take a break and watch a movie?" Lingling rubbed her temples, looking at me as I slumped over the table, fast asleep.
"Okay, okay!" I immediately perked up and randomly downloaded a top-ranked movie from Xunlei.
Although it was late, neither of us felt anything was wrong; we just wanted to spend more time with her, and we definitely didn't have any ulterior motives.
After pouring a glass of water, Lingling sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, while I sat in a swivel chair leaning against the bed. We both stared at the 14-inch laptop screen. The opening credits of 20th Century Fox slowly began to play. The entire dormitory room, less than 15 square meters, was quiet, with only the movie's music filling the air. It was…it was a horror movie… My heart began to pound. “This is my first time watching a horror movie. Don't lose control and scream…it'll be embarrassing!”
The movie was about a psychopath peeling off people's skin, and it had me trembling with fear, but I had to pretend to be calm… Almost an hour had passed, and Lingling was still sitting cross-legged. Had she gone mad from being scared? My attention started to wander. Suddenly, an extremely terrifying scene appeared, and I instinctively moved closer to Lingling. Seeing that she didn't react at all, I felt a little embarrassed. “If a girl like me isn't scared, what are you afraid of? It'll be embarrassing!” I chuckled to myself, and just as I was about to sit up straighter, a delicate, youthful fragrance wafted into my nostrils, into my brain, into my nerves, into my entire body. My mind went blank for a moment, and instinctively I leaned closer to Lingling, gently encircling her with my left arm, which naturally rested on her left leg.
My nervousness intensified, as I half-embraced Lingling, my head resting near her right pelvis, following the plot of a horror movie. With each terrifying scene, I only pressed myself closer and closer. Suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, but I sat up from the edge of the bed into the swivel chair, and my left arm pulled Lingling down onto my lap. Perhaps she had been sitting for too long and was numb, perhaps she was too engrossed in the movie, perhaps she hadn't expected me to be so bold, perhaps she… There was no resistance at all; she was already lying on my lap, her legs stretched out as far as they could against the wall on the other side of the bed. What beautiful legs! Her pajama bottoms naturally slipped down to her crotch, revealing her bare feet. A surge of desire coursed through me, and I impulsively kissed her lips. She was clearly surprised, turning her head away. Feeling a little embarrassed, I quickly got up, about to explain, when I heard Lingling softly complain, "What...what are you doing!" In the quiet environment, with that sweet voice and her downcast eyes, I couldn't find an excuse, didn't want to, and my mind went completely blank. Only one thought echoed in my mind, "Beautiful Lingling." At that moment, she began to fidget nervously, her eyes drooping even lower. Another surge of inexplicable courage rose within me. I wrapped my left arm around her waist behind her back, my right arm around her upper body, and resolutely kissed her again. I succeeded! Her small, cherry-like lips were tightly closed, and an immense excitement rose from the back of my head. I held her tighter, kissing her even more passionately.
Lingling's body gradually relaxed from stiffness, a soft, relieved sound escaping her lips, "Mmm..." With that nasal sound, I felt her lips loosen slightly, so without hesitation, I slipped my tongue inside, aimlessly searching for something in her mouth. A brief linger on her forehead, a brief linger on her upper lip, a brief linger on her lower lip, until I touched her nimble yet trembling tongue hiding behind. I hugged her tighter, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. That kiss was so beautiful... I don't know how long it lasted before we parted. She chuckled and asked, "When did you start liking me?"
"The second time I saw you."
"Really? I didn't realize it."
"That's because you're stupid!"
"You're the stupid one!"
"..."
I stood up and checked my watch. "It's almost one o'clock. It's not safe on the road. Can I stay here for the night?"
"You wish!" Her smile deepened, her head bowed low, avoiding my gaze.
I walked to the bedside, cupped her chin with my hand, and slowly lifted her head so she looked up at me. Without hesitation, I kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and her soft, cherry-like lips, gently and tenderly. I felt her melting, and gradually my waist began to feel numb. I gently turned Lingling onto her side on the bed and kissed her. Her hands, placed side by side in front of her chest, slowly moved to my cheeks. I felt a tickle, both on my skin and in my heart. I quickly lifted her arms above her head, pressed her hands down, and with all my strength, pressed myself tightly against her, kissing the girl I loved.
First, my heart grew hotter and hotter, then my lower body. As I continued to kiss her neck and shin, my right hand unconsciously touched her breast. Even through her clothes, it felt so real. She breathed heavily, "No..." I had no choice but to stop caressing her. I kissed her as I got off her, moved around to her side, and then behind her. My hands slipped under her armpits and touched her breasts. She was still saying no, but her voice was so gentle and light. I slowly slipped my hands under her nightgown, first gently caressing her through her bra, then pushing the bra up over her breasts, beginning to play with those delicate breasts and nipples more realistically. She closed her eyes tightly, tilting her head slightly. I kept kissing her ear and neck, teasing her already hardened nipples with my index finger, enjoying this wonderful moment with her.
Perhaps feeling tired, or perhaps sensing the need to change positions, I gently laid her back down on the bed. While continuing to caress her breasts, I used my arms to lift her pajamas above them, passionately kissing her slightly reddened breasts, sucking on her nipples, and stroking her entire body. She started saying "no" again, repeating it over and over, her voice so sweet. Suddenly, my hands moved to the edge of her pajama bottoms, grabbed them, and prepared to pull them off along with her underwear. Lingling seemed to wake up suddenly, shouting, "No!" She gripped my arms tightly, shaking her head and softly saying, "No..." A little annoyed, I yelled at her, "Don't move!" After saying that, I whispered apologetically in her ear, "Don't move, Lingling," and then quickly pulled off her pajama bottoms and underwear. A patch of pubic hair, neither too thick nor too thin, was revealed before me. I didn't immediately take any action there or on her lower body. Instead, I climbed up to her again and began kissing her earlobe, earlobe, cheek, breasts, and lower abdomen. Then, I slowly kissed her slightly to the left, her labia tightly closed. I don't usually like kissing a woman's genitals, but I have to say, Lingling's genitals tasted so sweet that I was surprised by my own greed when I kissed them. She was still whispering, "No..."
"Could this be Lingling's moaning?" I thought mischievously, starting to remove the obstacles from my body.
After I had kissed Lingling's genitals enough, I pressed my entire body against hers, my already erect penis pressed tightly between her pubic hair and clitoris. I whispered in her ear with an undeniable tone, "Hold me tight!" She held me so tightly that I couldn't get up. So, I climbed on top of her, kissing her mouth, while spreading her legs with my hands. My penis slowly searched for her entrance, found the right spot, and tried to thrust into that place I had longed for.
It was a bit dry, and with part of her labia being pulled in as well, the resistance was quite strong. I suddenly stood up, using my right hand to part her labia that were preventing me from penetrating further. With a thrust of my hips, my entire penis was already deep inside the most mysterious paradise of my beloved girl. So tight, so hot!
As if I had exhausted all my strength, or as if I had just finished a heavy task, I climbed on top of her again, my lower body slowly swaying from side to side while kissing her small mouth. I slowly unbuttoned her nightgown and bra, throwing aside everything I felt was in the way. I knelt up, gazing at her naked body, her head turned to the left, her brows slightly furrowed, her fingers on her lower lip, repeatedly saying, "No." Only her voice was softer and gentler.
Ignoring everything else, I grasped her breasts with both hands, kneeled wider to lift her legs, raising her buttocks, and bent down to begin thrusting forcefully. She began to react violently, her head swaying from side to side, repeating her unique moans. Seeing all this, I suddenly felt an inexplicable urge and thrust even harder into her lower body, as if I wanted to pierce her through. Accompanied by rhythmic slurping sounds, her moans became more and more regular, "No, no, no... I don't want to." I tried hard to control myself from getting too excited, constantly changing positions, enjoying the thrill of making love with her. I thrust in from the left, then from the right, lifting her legs high, using a push-up motion to penetrate her, biting her earlobe, deliberately exhaling hot breath into her ear, and excitedly telling her how good it felt to be inside her!
She responded with "Mmm, mmm," and I slipped my hands between her legs, stroking her cheeks, thrusting into my beloved girl again and again. Her brows furrowed even more, and seeing this, I suddenly became even more aroused, thrusting even faster and loudly telling her, "I'm going to fuck you to death!" Then I held her tightly, pulling her into a ball of flesh, pressing my hands against her shoulders, and with each thrust, I pressed down on her body, penetrating her deeper and more thoroughly!
I was almost there, so I held her tighter, tilting my head back and using my chin to support hers. She sensed something and buried her face deeply in my chest, waiting for the climax. I thrust my penis in as deep as possible, ejaculating deep inside her. She trembled, gripping my penis tightly, enjoying the beauty of sex with me. I don't know how much time passed, but I kissed her lips again, for a long, long time.
"We shouldn't be like this, I'm sorry to him back home," she whispered.
"I know, I couldn't control myself..." I felt guilty, kissed her forehead again, pulled her into my arms, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
On a single bed, I woke up many times from my dreams to find us naked and entwined, and I was immediately aroused. Each time, the image of her guilty expression would flash through my mind. So I would simply kiss her gently and fall asleep again.
[The End]

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