My own true extramarital affair

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My True Extramarital Affair:
Late last year, it was snowing everywhere. In that cold weather, I went to Tianjin to attend a systematic training course. It was a three-month course, with two people from each province. In my province, it was me and a young woman; for convenience, I'll call her Xiao Ye. Xiao Ye had been married for several years but hadn't had children. A woman with sexual experience but no children exuded a mature, rich fragrance.

Xiao Ye and I were from the same province, so naturally we ate and went to class together. We even sat in the same row during lectures. It was a large classroom. We sat in the last row.

Because there were computer classes, each row of desks had two computers, naturally separating the people in front and behind. Because the distance was so great, if we leaned over the desks, even the teacher on the podium wouldn't see what we were doing.

Xiao Ye and I often whispered to each other.

The first week was for everyone to get to know each other, receive new books, and form several study groups. Because we were in a new environment, everyone was excited, and there was also some inexplicable impulse and curiosity. Besides studying, it seemed everyone wanted something to happen during these three months.

Finally, let me introduce myself: I'm an older man. Now, let me tell you the story of this winter.

I originally thought three months would be a relaxing time, maybe even with some travel. Unexpectedly, the course schedule was very tight. There were Marxist-Leninist classes, computer classes, professional courses, audio-visual education classes, and literature classes. Everyone loved literature class the most. The teacher basically just read from the textbook, assigning homework based on the textbook's review questions, and the textbook even had answer hints. The most interesting thing was that the literature teacher, surnamed Huang, had a very strong regional accent. Anyway, during his two-hour classes, if I didn't look at the book, I basically couldn't understand a single word. So, each literature class was like a relaxing class. Skipping class was not allowed; we were all organized people, and nobody wanted a stain on their academic record. If it were brought back to their former workplace, they'd be in deep trouble.

The first time we had a literature class, everyone was very curious. After all, we'd been working for many years, and our studies were usually limited to politics and professional subjects. But when Teacher Huang started speaking, everyone listened patiently at first, but by the second half, some were dozing off, some were talking, and some were reading novels. I couldn't understand a word, so I looked up at Xiaoye to see her reaction. She looked at me too, and we exchanged a knowing smile.

If you have nothing to do, find something to do. Xiaoye and I weren't very familiar, so I wrote on a piece of paper, handed it to her, and she replied before passing it back to me. We acted nonchalantly, but secretly kept passing notes. I'd done this before when I was in school; I never thought it would come in handy now.

Our initial exchanges were simple.

"I'm sleepy." "Me too, I don't understand." "What do you girls do at night?" "Chat, play cards." "Very boring." "What about you? We do too." "We also exchange information about salaries and bonuses at different companies."

Around the second week, the exchange went something like this: "Looking around, you're the prettiest in the class." "Nonsense, I'm the oldest. The others are all old ladies." Her face flushed slightly, and she had drawn a crooked smiley face on the note she handed me. A little girl, her lips curving into a smile.

In winter, the indoor heating made it unbearably hot. Outside, it was unusually cold. I'm not used to the heating. It always feels dry, and I'm constantly drinking water. The automatic water dispenser is in the corner behind us. I always run to get water. The desks and chairs are all fixed, making it difficult to get up, especially during class, as I can't move too much. So, when I get up, my body often bumps into Xiaoye's hand. Once, I even knocked her pencil away, and I quickly apologized. But her hand didn't pull back. After that, I would deliberately bump into her, regardless of whether it would actually happen.

We continued passing notes in literature class, and it gradually spread to other classes. The messages on the notes became increasingly ambiguous. "What are you daydreaming about? Missing your husband, huh?" "No, I'm missing Teacher Liu." Teacher Liu teaches computer class; he's very handsome, and we often joke about him in private. "Missing you." "Ugh." "I'm right next to you, what are you thinking about?" The note was passed, and her hand reached out to take it. I didn't pull my hand back; instead, I pressed down on hers. She tried to pull back, but I held on tightly. After struggling for a while, she stopped moving. Another note was passed to me. Someone saw it. Stop fooling around. Put your hand under the table. I let go of her hand, and she took hers off too. At first, she ignored me, but after a while, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she actually put her hand down.

I nervously looked around; everyone next to me was asleep at their desks. So, I mustered my courage and put my hand down too, pretending to relax and stretch out, reaching out to touch hers. She didn't flinch. So I held her hand. When I held it, her hand felt so warm, as if it were sweating. It was so soft; the moment I touched it, I felt an electric shock. She seemed a little excited too. I felt her body tremble slightly. At first, I held it still, but then I gently traced lines in her palm with my fingers, and she bent her fingers to brush against my palm. It felt so good.

I became the most proactive and motivated student in the class. That's what our homeroom teacher, Mr. Shen, said. Because no matter the weather, no matter the time of day, I was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. When your heart is set on someone, you quickly become immersed in them. But Xiao Ye seemed completely unaffected. She came and went as she pleased, without lingering. She also seemed indifferent to my feelings, even though our hands were often clasped together in class.

Soon, I grew tired of the simple pleasure of holding hands, and opportunity struck. Since the training course had virtually no evening activities, the students suggested studying in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Shen, said, "You want to go to an internet cafe?" The whole class laughed in unison. The computers in this computer lab were originally capable of internet access, but the server in the computer lab needed a different interface. Mr. Shen said, "I'll talk to them for you." Three months had been a bit boring. The next evening, the classroom became a giant internet cafe.

When Xiao Ye came in, she didn't turn on the computer but went straight to me to watch me use the internet. It turned out she had never been online before. She had just showered, and her hair had a faint fragrance. This was the first time we sat together at night, and in the dim light, it was easier to feel dreamy. Our hands naturally intertwined in the darkness.

Because it was night, and because there weren't many people in the classroom, the space next to us was empty. My courage grew, and I casually released my hand, opening my palm and gently placing it on her thigh. She pretended not to notice and placed her hand back on mine. Even through her clothes, I could feel her warmth and flesh. My palm moved slowly like an ant, caressing her back and forth. The softness, combined with her scent, her tense breathing, and her pounding heart, was incredibly arousing. I really wanted to turn around and kiss her, but given the environment and our relationship, I didn't dare. My biggest fear was that she wouldn't accept it and we'd become enemies. So close, so irresistible, so within reach, yet so unattainable. This feeling made my heart boil with conflict.

As lights out approached, fewer and fewer people remained in the classroom. I knew that tonight's pleasurable time was drawing to a close. Truly emboldened, suddenly, my hand slipped slightly, sliding to the top of her thigh. Before she could react, I went straight for her crotch. She quickly tried to stop me, but could only press her hand against mine, struggling to move it away—of course, it was futile.

To be honest, through her clothes, it wasn't much more pleasurable than my thighs. However, the satisfaction of invading a woman's private territory, and her lack of strong resistance—or rather, her feigned resistance while actually accepting it—gave me immense satisfaction.

So, even through her clothes, imagining its softness and wetness, its warmth and longing, the pleasure and sensation, made my hand linger.

The next day, Xiaoye seemed unhappy, not even glancing at me properly after entering the classroom. I was terrified, afraid she was angry because I had touched her there the day before. So I went back to my old ways and started passing her notes again. I wrote on the note: "I'm sorry." She didn't reply for a long time after reading it. My heart was in my throat; I thought I was doomed.

After a long while, she handed me the note, which read: "Why did you do that to me?" Ugh. She really was angry about that. I replied: "I couldn't control myself, I couldn't help it." She took the note, glanced at it, chuckled, and immediately looked towards the podium. Luckily, the teacher didn't notice. She handed me the note: "Never do that again!!!" I replied: "Yes, ma'am, but you have to hold my hand." She replied: "We'll see how you behave." My heart immediately felt as sweet as if I'd eaten honey; I knew she wouldn't be angry with me anymore. After a while, I pretended to accidentally touch her hand again. After some dodging and chasing, our hands were intertwined again.

For the next few nights, we spent every evening online in the classroom. She gradually went from being a complete novice to becoming an internet addict. She wasn't interested in news or sports, so I let her go to some forums and read romance novels and stories. Among them were posts about infidelity, which often made her blush. Thinking back, there had been no progress between us for a long time. That night, I finally couldn't resist and started plotting again.

Opportunity always favors the prepared, or rather, those with cunning schemes. Hehe, another opportunity came. Xiaoye wanted to watch a movie, but she couldn't because she didn't have the software installed. She didn't know how to download and install it, so I had no choice but to help her. She sat in her chair, and I stood up, reaching to her right, holding the mouse, and gesturing on the screen. The classroom was heated, and students usually took off their coats after entering, wearing only sweaters or cardigans. Xiaoye was wearing a bright red sweater, and I joked that she looked like a new bride. She rolled her eyes at me. However, when my hand reached out, although my body was a little distance away from her, my arm moved just enough to touch her breasts—soft and firm. She didn't move away from me because of this; instead, she pretended to get a better look at the computer screen and moved even closer, almost touching my arm. When I didn't move the mouse, my arm and her breasts were pressed together. With every movement, I felt the soft touch.

I finally got the software installed. I looked for a movie to watch, but the internet was slow and kept buffering. She lost interest in watching the movie. Early on, she said, "Never mind, I'm going to sleep." Of course, I didn't want her to leave, so I asked, "Tomorrow's the weekend. Why are you going to sleep so early?" She said, "Why not?" After a while, she said again, "Why don't you walk with me?"

Suddenly, I remembered a joke. A rather pedantic student finally mustered the courage to hand a note to the girl he had a crush on for a long time, saying he wanted to get to know her. The girl didn't say a word, packed up her books, and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she turned back to this pedantic student and said, "Will you walk with me?" The pedantic student said, "You go first, I still have a few pages to finish reading." Haha. Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I quickly packed up—there wasn't much to pack, just shut down the computer—and then we left the classroom one after the other.

The northern night was truly cold. We shivered in the wind. We walked along the street behind the training building. It was a residential area. The alley was lined with small trees. The night was quiet, the moon a pale yellow, and stars twinkled. Such a night wasn't suitable for romance.

Without realizing it, I took her hand; it was icy cold, but it felt warm. The streets were deserted. Only a few vendors selling hot pot and lamb skewers were scattered around the alley entrance. No one recognized us, and we chatted happily, mainly about the cold weather and the boredom of school life. We even bought a few lamb skewers from a stall. The vendor strongly recommended lamb kidneys, saying they were very nutritious. Xiaoye and I exchanged a smile.

After eating, we really felt less cold. Because we weren't familiar with the area, we didn't dare walk too far. At a point where there seemed to be no way forward, Xiaoye said, "Let's turn back." She turned to look at me, and I looked back at her, boldly taking her other hand, our hands clasped together. Our upper bodies kept a distance, our thick clothes tentatively drawing closer. Suddenly, I pulled hard, and she fell into my arms.

There was no struggle. No words. There was no sound around. Through her clothes, I felt her soft breasts pressed against my body. I released her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist. Our bodies pressed even closer. Xiaoye rested her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily. I felt her warm breath and her pounding heart, which made my heart race.

Mustering my courage, I raised my head to find Xiaoye's face and pressed my own against hers. It was cool, and I gently caressed it. Then I gently explored her nose, her forehead, her eyes, slowly rubbing my face against them. When I reached her lips, I suddenly stopped and went to find her ears, her neck hidden deep in her collar. Her body trembled slightly. When I brushed my lips against her neck, I could hear her let out a soft, long sigh: Ah~~~~~~~~~ I seized the opportunity and kissed her. Her lips were closed. She flinched at first, then my lips captured hers. Because of the cold weather, her lips didn't feel much. So I stuck out my tongue, trying hard to pry open her mouth. I parted her lips, her teeth still clenched, and slowly pushed in again. A small opening appeared, revealing a hint of warmth from her tongue. I exerted myself even more. Suddenly, everything opened up, like the man from Wuling finding the Peach Blossom Spring. My tongue swam completely inside, finding her shy, hesitant tongue tip. First, our tongues tentatively explored each other, then a frenzied entanglement, a devouring, a sucking. We kissed each other's lips deeply. I kissed her neck deeply. At this moment, I truly couldn't control myself. I embraced her on both sides, my right hand pressing against her breasts. I vigorously kneaded them through her sweater. Ah. So full. Young woman, I'm crazy for you.

I held her hips tightly with my left hand, pressing my genitals close to hers, confident she could feel my hardness. In the constant biting and entanglement, my genitals rubbed against her body. Because of my studies, I hadn't done it in a long time. Unexpectedly, in the midst of immense excitement, I experienced an uncontrollable contraction, like ejaculation. But I knew I hadn't ejaculated. When I returned, I found she was still wet, with fluid leaking out.

As I pulled away, she abandoned my lips, hugged me tightly with both hands, and pressed her body close to mine. Suddenly, her whole body began to tremble. I didn't dare to move. After a long while, her body suddenly relaxed from its tension. I gently kissed her lips, rubbing my lips against hers. She suddenly pushed me away and asked, "Why did you bully me?" I quickly replied, "I like you.

Go back, it's too late," she said. Back in the dorm, I received a message from her: "I don't know what's wrong with me today. I've gone crazy. Forget all of this, as if it never happened."

Lying in bed, I didn't know if we still had a story. But only God knew. The real show was just beginning.

For a long time afterward, there was no more intimacy between us. And neither of us would mention what happened that night again. We seemed to have returned to the relationship we had when we first entered university, polite and reserved. Sometimes I would stare at her blankly, and sometimes I would even doubt whether those intimate contacts had actually happened between us. But Xiao Ye wouldn't even look at me, her expression calm and composed.

The first snow finally fell, and it was midterms for the training course. Everyone was given a week off to go home. That evening, Lao Shen wandered around the rooms, confirming everyone's train or plane tickets. I originally wanted to fly, but after asking my boss, he said I should take the train. It's only one night. It'll be over soon. That's what my boss said. There was no other way but to book a train ticket. When Lao Shen heard I booked a train ticket, he asked in surprise, "Xiao Ye is flying? Aren't you going together?" Because students from different provinces were encouraged to travel together. But I hadn't discussed it with her. I could only reply, "My company can only reimburse train tickets." Lao Shen said, "Then you should discuss it with Xiao Ye. Don't leave her alone."

I knocked on Xiao Ye's door; she was alone in her room. I said, "You're flying? My company can only reimburse train tickets." Xiao Ye smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll book a train ticket too." I said okay. We went to find Lao Shen together and asked him to change the booking to train tickets. Old Shen left, and Xiao Ye stayed behind to discuss with me when to leave and what to bring. We even discussed whether to buy some dry food and water. I said, "We'll be there in one night, do you think we're moving house?" She laughed.

The next afternoon around 5 pm, we boarded the southbound train together. It wasn't the end of the year or a holiday, so the sleeper carriages were empty, almost deserted. There were fewer than 10 people in each carriage. There were a few people in the sleeper berths at the front and back of the train, seemingly all grouped together. The middle berths were occupied by just the two of us, both lower berths. I said, "How's it? More comfortable than flying, right? Even going to the toilet on a plane is a hassle. Here, we can lie down whenever we want." Xiao Ye quickly agreed, saying, "Yes, I always thought trains were crowded, I never imagined they were so spacious."

I bought two boxed meals on the train, along with two bottles of beer and some snacks. After eating, we slowly drank and ate. It got dark quickly. Outside, everything was blurry, but the fluorescent lights inside the carriage were glaring. We drank and chatted. Later, she became a little tipsy. She asked me, "Why haven't you contacted me since then?" I said, "I was afraid you'd be angry." She said, "You think I'm a bad woman, right?" I said, "No. I really was afraid of hurting her again." Then I sat down in her berth and let her lean against me. She said, "When you're away from home, you really feel relaxed. There's always a feeling of indulgence." I realized I was a bad woman. I said, "No. Everyone's the same. It's mainly because I'm so lonely." She smiled and said, "So you don't like me? Just because you're lonely?" I quickly said, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't contact you even if I was lonely." She chuckled, finished her last drink, and collapsed onto the bed fully clothed.

The train attendant never appeared again after exchanging our tickets. Perhaps it was because of the cold weather. Everyone was too lazy to move. However, the train had heating, and after a while, it started to feel hot. Xiao Ye was sleeping on her berth, and I sat there chatting with her. She said she felt hot, so she took off her coat, then her red sweater. Her full breasts bounced slightly before settling back down. Then she took off her pants. "I can't sleep without taking off my clothes," she said as she slipped under the covers. Through the blanket, I knew she was only wearing a thin set of underwear. I was already feeling a little aroused on this train.

I tentatively reached out to hold her hand. She didn't resist. She was lying on the pillow, her hair a little messy. I smoothed it with my hand. I casually stroked her face, her ears, her eyes, and her nose. She lay quietly, not moving at all. I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back and said, "Be careful, someone might see." I said, "People might think we're a couple." She laughed and boldly tilted her head back to kiss me. One kiss after another, like a chicken pecking at grains of rice. My emotions surged. I kissed her fiercely. My tongue slipped into her mouth, entwining and sucking.

My hand slipped under the covers, finding her breasts precisely. I lightly brushed them before lifting her bra, pushing it aside, revealing her full breasts, which I covered with my large hand. She lifted herself slightly and reached down to unhook her bra. My right hand, free and unrestrained, began to caress her breasts. First, I squeezed them firmly, then gently rubbed her nipples with my palm, followed by lightly flicking them with my fingertips and gently scraping around them with my nails. A moan immediately spread through her. "So good," she said. I released her breasts

, my hand slowly moving down to her thighs, tracing them through her clothes, pausing briefly in the middle before moving to her other thigh. After a few strokes, taking her by surprise, I slipped my hand under her elastic waistband, lifted her panties, and slid my hand towards her genitals. She tried to stop me, but then seemed to give up. I kissed her neck and ears, making it hard for her to breathe. "Come on in," she said, pulling me closer.

The lights were still on. To be honest, I was a little scared. No one would care if we slept together. But I gave up. I said, "Let's wait until the lights are off." She laughed, "Coward." My hand slipped between her thighs, touching a raised mound of flesh, a layer of smooth hair, and then reaching her soft spot. I covered it with my palm and slowly caressed it, feeling her lower body arch upwards, as if responding to me. I slowly parted her genitals, pulling them apart slightly, then sliding my fingers lightly until the entire area was wet.

Her lower body heaved even more. Her hips twisted constantly, and she made low, indistinct sounds. I didn't know what to do. To be honest, I had never done this with my hand before. And I didn't know if it was the same as ML.

Suddenly I heard her say, "I want it." My blood rushed to my head, and without thinking, I threw off the covers, lifted her bra, and took her breast into my mouth. She let out a soft "Ah!" which startled me because it was so loud. I stopped everything immediately, quickly covered her with the blanket, and listened to the sounds in the carriage. A few people were chatting in their dialects, someone was putting a child to sleep, everything was so peaceful. We smiled at each other. I whispered, "Don't be so loud." She said, "I didn't mean to." I said, "Do you usually moan in bed?" She punched me lightly. I grabbed her hand and guided it slowly downwards, and she understood, heading straight for my penis. She stroked it through my clothes. "It's so big," she said. "Do you like it?" "Yes, I want it now." Her hand reached for my belt, but I stopped her. "No, let's wait until the lights are out."

She unzipped my pants and reached inside. It had been hard for a while. She first grabbed it, squeezing it tightly. Then she felt it up and down, as if to gauge its size. Then she clenched her fist and awkwardly began to stroke it. I hadn't done it in a long time, and I was very sensitive. Knowing that I would soon run out, I tried to stop her. She said, "Do you really want to ejaculate?" I said, "Yes. It's been a long time." She said, "Then let me help you get it out first." I looked at her suspiciously, taking in our surroundings. It seemed impossible. She said

, "Sit up a bit." I had no choice but to take my hands out from under the covers and sit up a little. She said, "Sit here." She patted the pillow. I understood. I took off my shoes, turned sideways, and sat against her head. I was wearing her coat that she had taken off. If anyone saw us, as long as we didn't do anything, no one would know anything was going on. Her head was mostly buried under the covers, and under the cover of the coat, she took out my penis. She fiddled with it for a bit, then put it to her nose and sniffed it. I secretly rejoiced that I had showered an hour before leaving the training class. There was definitely no odor. She tilted her head up, brought her small mouth close to kiss me, and then stuck out her tongue to lick, circling around the glans. She also licked the frenulum and the tip of the penis with her tongue. I thought I'd met an expert, but when she swallowed the whole thing, I still felt she wasn't very skilled; her teeth kept scraping against me. I whispered, "Don't use your teeth." She looked up and said, "No, I'm not." I covered her teeth with my lips. I understood, but I couldn't explain it clearly to her right away. Women use their lips to cover their teeth to avoid scraping, but this only involves the outer side of the lips contacting the man, which still makes the man feel the hardness and stinging of the teeth. Actually, the lips should be raised, and the moist, soft inner side of the lips should hold the man, sliding easily and naturally—that's much more comfortable. After a while, I still couldn't stand it and said, "Forget it, it's hard to achieve like this." She was tired too and gave up.

I slid down and lay next to her. She pulled the blanket up, draping part of it over me. We chatted. She said, "I'm not very good at this yet, I rarely do it." I said, "It's okay. I'm already very comfortable." Her hand slipped inside my clothes, pulling open my tight bra layer by layer, touching my body. Her small hand caressed my entire body, my waist, my abdomen, my chest, and then stroked my nipples incessantly. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. This feeling was much more comfortable.

My right hand unconsciously went down again. It caressed her entire body, and then went to her secret garden, which was already overflowing with desire. I kissed her ear, telling her, "So much water." Then my tongue slipped into her ear, gently licking it. Her body reacted even more intensely. Like a fish in deep water, swimming back and forth.

My left hand, because I had to use it to stabilize myself and prevent myself from falling off the narrow bed, felt like it couldn't be used fully. I told her to lie on the other side. She turned to her side, making more room for me. I supported myself with my left elbow, and my left hand began to wander over her chest. My lips licked her ear and neck, my left hand caressed her nipple, and my right hand gently stroked her genitals, finally settling on her vulva and slowly kneading it. Soon, she bit her lip, her face contorted in pain, and then her body trembled with tension. I knew she had reached orgasm. Once she

climaxed, I couldn't continue stimulating her vulva, or it would be uncomfortable. Her vulva was completely wet, lubricated like oil. It was easy for my fingers to slip inside; this was the first time I had ever used my hand to penetrate a woman. While exploring, I couldn't help but think about exploring my previously unknown G-spot.

The inner walls were smooth and swollen, very elastic. My fingers spun and explored inside. With a little pressure, I reached the bottom. I felt a knot at the bottom, pressed it, and she said that was the cervix. It probably wouldn't be comfortable. After several rotations, I finally found a spot that was rougher than the inner walls. It wasn't big, about the size of a fingertip, and had a textured feel; this must be the G-spot. I pressed it hard, rubbing and kneading it with my fingers. Suddenly, she looked up and sucked hard on my mouth. I continued pressing, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth, swirling it violently. Suddenly, she let out a cry and her whole body went limp.

I was also a little tired, so I turned and lay on top of her, watching her slowly recover from the afterglow. This was the first time I had lay on top of her, so soft and yielding, my genitals pressed against her private parts through her clothes. Knowing full well, I asked, "Did you orgasm?" "Yes, three times," she said. I was surprised; I thought it was two times. I said, "Want more?" She said, "I'm afraid you'll get too tired." I said, "I'm not tired." I lowered my head to kiss her nipple, gently sucking and kissing. My lower body pressed against hers, rubbing against her repeatedly.

She asked, "Do you want to ejaculate?" I said, "No, I just want you to feel good. I don't want to ejaculate like this." After a while of rubbing, she came again. Both of us were drenched in sweat on the winter train.

I got up and went to the restroom at the front of the train to wash and wipe my sweat. I noticed in the mirror that although I hadn't reached orgasm, my skin was flushed. But, did I really want to have that final, complete encounter with her?

I returned to the carriage, and she got up too, fumbling for her shoes, and then went to the restroom as well.

The other passengers in the carriage had quieted down; some were already snoring. The conductor's small cabin was empty; they must have gone to rest in the conductor's carriage. Outside the window was endless darkness. We sat on the lower berths, embracing each other, our faces pressed together, like two lovers deeply in love.

She asked, "Are you hungry?" I then realized I was actually quite hungry after all that commotion. I nodded. But there was no way anything to buy on the train now. She took her travel bag from the luggage rack and found some biscuits, braised eggs, sausages, and peanuts. Even more interestingly, she also had several small bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in her bag. I was astonished; it turned out she was bringing it for her father. I shamelessly asked for a bottle to drink. She occasionally took a sip, but couldn't stand the spiciness of the liquor, constantly exhaling and sucking her tongue. There was only one sausage left, which I gave to her. She peeled it, took a bite, and then brought her mouth to mine. I understood, so I leaned in, and the sausage passed from her mouth to mine. I kissed her passionately.

I found that we had become incredibly intimate and affectionate, the kind of intimacy only true lovers have. We sat side by side, covered with blankets and coats. We shared food and drinks. Perhaps this was what sweetness felt like. Beautiful woman, fine wine, a wonderful night.

The train rumbled forward. If this night would never dawn, if this train would never stop, if this road had no end. How wonderful that would be.

After finishing our drinks, we went to wash up. In the meantime, the train lights went out; it was time to sleep. As we passed other people's beds, I made a point of looking around and found it was too dark to see anything.

Xiao Ye took off her clothes in the darkness and crawled into bed. I took mine off too and snuggled up to her. I said to her, "Let's sleep together." She moved over a bit, and I crawled in as well. She turned to her side, and I naturally wrapped my arms around her, my hands moving up and down. Finally, I slowly pulled down her pants. Before I even got to her crotch (damn, I can't even type those two words), she pulled tight to stop me from continuing. That was fine too. I pulled down my own pants, took them out, and groped my way in the dark. Her legs couldn't open, so I couldn't find the right spot. I said to her, "Help me."

She reached out and pulled me in, and finally we were in place. But it was impossible to get in, and it was easy for me to fall out. Helpless, I went to take off her pants again. I pulled down her underwear and bra together, removing one leg. That made things much easier. I was about to thrust in when she turned to the side and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant?" Yes, I immediately deflated. She'd never had a child. If she got pregnant, it would be a real problem. I said, "I won't ejaculate inside." She said, "You could still get pregnant." What to do then? I was getting a little frustrated. She laughed and said, "Useless guy. You don't know anything. Take the morning-after pill tomorrow." I chuckled stupidly and started working hard.

Entering from behind, it felt very tight, and I couldn't penetrate deeply. I kept thrusting, and she cooperated fully, sometimes pushing against me with great force. She kept telling me not to stop. "So good, so good," she kept moaning. It was indeed very comfortable, but clearly, it seemed impossible for me to orgasm. I pulled her over and rolled onto her. This penetration made us both let out a long "ah." This missionary position, so old-fashioned, yet so practical. It went in very deep, her moist vulva enveloping me; each thrust felt like sliding through a long, stimulating tunnel, bringing waves of pleasure to my lower body. She thrust upwards with each stroke, responding to me. My hand caressed her breasts, her mouth; she kissed my hand, finally gently swallowing one of my fingers, moistened with saliva, then slowly sucking it from top to bottom. Oh. Such a warm feeling.

That night. On the train. We made love for a while, then, afraid of being discovered, we separated into different berths to sleep. After a while, we were together again. We didn't rest until dawn, exhausted. Afraid of oversleeping, I let her sleep; by the time she woke up, we were almost at the provincial capital.

Outside the train station, we found a pharmacy, bought emergency contraception, and drank it with the mineral water we had with us. Only then did my heart, which had been constantly in suspense, finally settle down. We were about to break up temporarily, and I asked her how many orgasms she'd had in total. She said 13. She added that it was probably because she hadn't done it in a while, so it was easy for her to reach orgasm. I never believed someone could have so many orgasms, and I didn't believe she could remember them all. But it was all true. Women are capable of anything.

It was time to go home. We agreed on a time to return to the training center together, and then said our reluctant goodbyes.

Back at the training center, everyone was like long-lost friends, incredibly enthusiastic. Perhaps sensing the difficulty of parting after meeting, we joked around without any restraint. I hugged almost all the female classmates I'd met on the first day. They almost all asked if Xiaoye had arrived. I just answered, "I don't know." I hadn't contacted her.

When it was almost time to return to school, I called Xiaoye, but no one answered. Later, she texted back, saying she wasn't going the same way as me. I didn't know why, and it wasn't convenient to ask. Dejected, I returned to school alone. She didn't return until two days after the start of the semester. During class, I wrote her a note asking what was wrong. She replied, "I'm pregnant." I was momentarily stunned. Her expression was so serious; it didn't seem like she was joking.

That evening, I called her and we walked together on the cold streets. I asked, "Are you really pregnant?" She countered, "If I really am, what do you think we should do?"

I was speechless. It was a difficult question to answer. Of course, the answer would be an abortion, but those words were colder than the winter night. "

I knew you were a cowardly man, afraid of taking responsibility," she said, feigning anger. "

If you're pregnant, then marry me," I said, pretending to be a man. "

Come on, how will we face anyone after that?" she said.

"Yes. Our families are broken up, and then we're brought together again. What will people say?" Joy is happiness, but there are always these annoying things waiting to be dealt with.

Walking in the deserted wind, I pulled... She shook off my hand, I pulled again, and she shook it off again. I wrapped my arms around her, watching her struggle in my embrace. I kissed her; her head kept shaking, but I finally managed to kiss her. Suddenly, she seemed to go crazy, kissing me back, holding me tightly. She kissed my lips, my eyes, my neck forcefully and deeply. Then she buried her face in my chest, sobbing softly.

I could only pat her back gently and whisper what was wrong. I comforted her, telling her it was okay, that everything could be resolved.

Finally, she said, "I just suspect I'm pregnant. I don't know yet. I'll have to wait another week to find out."

I held her tightly; it was my carelessness that had made her so worried.

"I'm really pregnant. Will you come with me to get an abortion?" she asked, looking up at me.

I nodded firmly.

Xiao Ye asked, "Have you thought about me?" I said yes, almost every day. She smiled and said, "Me too. I think about you when I'm having sex with my husband." After a while, she asked, "I don't know if I've fallen for you." I was a little flustered. Was it too heavy to talk about this when we weren't having sex? We both just wanted to find some pleasure in this mundane world, but our hearts had to endure torment. "

You just want to have sex with me, right?" Xiao Ye asked. "No, I like you too." I stammered. "Silly girl, don't be afraid." She laughed, "I was just afraid of falling in love with you, so I didn't go the same way back as you. I also couldn't bear to leave my husband; I love him very much."

When we got to the dormitory, we parted ways so that others wouldn't see us, planning to go in one after the other. She said to me, "Can a person love two people at the same time?" I was silent. She added, "But I know I shouldn't fall in love." "You." She turned and left after saying that.

A week passed in trepidation. One weekend morning, while I was still sleeping in, Xiao Ye called. Her voice was urgent and low; she was really pregnant. I jumped out of bed. My roommate was still snoring. I quickly washed up and went to find her. She had just left the room too. Luckily, everyone was asleep, and we didn't run into anyone. The two of us rushed to the hospital on that cold winter morning.

Northern winters are cold, and the obstetrics and gynecology department didn't open until after 9 a.m. We bought two jianbing (Chinese crepes) from a street vendor. We ate them while anxiously waiting. Looking at our long, cold breaths, we felt like a couple who had weathered hardship together.

There weren't many people at the hospital. She was a little scared. When the nurse let her in, I kissed her; I felt her body trembling slightly. Waiting outside, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. It was a mess. A long time passed before I saw her stagger out. I went to help her and asked if it hurt. She said she'd been given anesthesia and the pain might start much worse later. She

couldn't go back to her dorm. Having an abortion is like postpartum confinement; you can't do strenuous exercise or touch cold water. But how were we going to get through these next two days? We sat on a bench in the hospital, discussing it quietly. It was the weekend, so we decided she should ask Lao Shen for leave, saying a relative was visiting Tianjin and she needed to accompany them for a couple of days, and she wouldn't be going back to stay the night. (We need to ask for leave if we're not going back to stay the night, especially the girls.) Hearing Lao Shen agree on the phone, we both smiled at each other. But my heart clenched again; I felt a pang of sadness.

We booked a room at a hotel near the hospital, helped her inside, and laid her on the bed. By then, the anesthesia had worn off, and she was sweating profusely from the pain. I held her hand and gently stroked it.

According to our hometown… According to custom, new mothers should eat chicken during their postpartum confinement period. I went to the hotel's catering department and asked to order a portion of chicken for this purpose. I happened to run into a woman who said, "Go buy the ingredients, and we'll cook it for you; we'll only charge a processing fee." I happily ran back to tell Xiaoye, adding that I was going to the market to buy chicken, ginger, and rice wine—things I'd bought for my wife when she gave birth. Xiaoye said, "Luckily, you know a lot; I don't know anything about this." I told her to get some sleep and not to get up, then went out. On

my way back, I bought a bowl of pork liver noodle soup and a rice cooker. When I opened the door to the room, Xiaoye was still asleep. I sat beside her, looking at her pale face, and felt truly regretful and guilty. I had wronged her; she was a woman who had never given birth. I leaned down to kiss her face, and suddenly she hugged me tightly. Looking at her again, her eyes were open, filled with tears.

"XXX, I love you," she said. We hugged each other tightly.

To be honest, I didn't know where things went wrong. For a fleeting moment, as I held Xiaoye tightly, I felt a sense of pride and responsibility, but quickly I felt lost. What if the woman in my arms really loved me?

I helped her up, reheated the noodles in the rice cooker, and gave them to her. The chicken soup wasn't brought over immediately; after she finished eating, I let her go back to sleep. She said, "I can't sleep. Talk to me." I said okay, got into bed, and fell asleep... Beside her,

she reached out and stroked my face. "A man like you can make women lose their way," she said. I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have seduced you." She laughed, "It was my own choice to indulge myself this once." We didn't talk about our families or the future. In this warm, sunny room, so close together, we couldn't control ourselves. I kissed her, and she kissed me back. I slipped my hand under the covers, inside her bra, and touched her breasts. She said, "It feels so good. It doesn't hurt so much anymore." I said, "Let me suckle." She said, "No, wait until I..." Once her desires were aroused, things would get complicated. She also said the doctor had instructed that they couldn't have sex for 15 days. I chuckled foolishly.

We drifted off to sleep, only to be woken by a knock on the door. I opened it, and chicken soup had been brought in. I quickly told Xiaoye to get up and drink it. I tore off a chicken leg for her to eat. At first, she ate it with relish, but quickly got tired of it. She told me to eat it, but I said, "This chicken soup and chicken are all for you; I won't eat any. Eat this over the next two days to replenish your energy." That

night I went back to my dorm, and came over again the next day; she still wasn't feeling well. I said, "Why don't you... with the old..." Shen asked for another day off, saying she'd go back Monday night. She thought about it and agreed.

Monday was a snowy day. I came over at noon and saw she was already up, still washing up in the bathroom. I said, "You can't touch cold water!" She said, "I'm practically moldy from lying in bed for three days. I just took a hot shower. It's okay. I didn't touch cold water." Perhaps because of the hot water, her face had a rosy glow, and her complexion looked much better. "It's alright, I can go back now," she said, adding that maybe the chicken soup really was good for her. I told her, "You should wait until tonight to go back. It's snowing heavily outside.

" My health had improved, and so had my mood. We lay side by side on the bed, and things got a little unrestrained.

After a passionate kiss, I lifted her bra and started sucking on her breasts. Her hands kept rubbing my hair, her body twisting and turning. She let out short, soft moans. I slowly moved down, kissing her lower abdomen and navel, while pulling off her pants and bra. She reached out to stop me, but I went with the flow. Her smooth, white thighs and glossy black pubic hair were incredibly alluring. My lips slowly kissed down her thighs, to her calves, to her toes, and back to her groin, my mouth... My lips lightly brushed across her crotch, then moved to her other leg. She was already somewhat out of control, her eyes closed, her body trembling occasionally.

I lifted her buttocks with both hands. First, I gently bit her buttocks, then lightly licked her perineum with the tip of my tongue, causing her lower body to writhe even more violently. Her secret place slowly opened, her clitoris moist and glistening, and my mouth covered it. In her near-dizziness, she cried out softly, "No, it's dirty." But her body didn't reject me; instead, her legs clamped tightly around me. My mouth held her lips, my tongue gently probing inside, and her buttocks lifted. Come on, keep pushing against me. My tongue sometimes went in, sometimes swept across her outside, and when she was about to climax, I took her all in, my upper lip against her vulva, my tongue teasing inside her. She cried out, her body stiffening, feeling her private parts convulsing. After a while, it calmed down.

I was tired too, and lay down beside her. She smiled at me. I asked, "Do you hate me?" She said, "No, thank you." I laughed, "Thank me for what?" She said, "For letting me taste the flavor of adultery."

Her hand reached inside my clothes, caressing my chest, then unzipped my pants and began to stroke me with her hand. "Do you want me to help you?" she asked. "No, you can't overexert yourself," I said. "You come on top, you idiot," she said. "

I've been hard for a while now." So I took off my pants, straddled her breasts, not daring to press down on her, and supported myself on the bed with my hands. She took me in her mouth, squeezing me up and down with both hands. It was so stimulating, and I quickly ejaculated in her mouth. After I finished, she still kept me in her mouth for a long time before letting me out.

We cleaned up, and I laughed at her, "Your technique has improved! Did your husband teach you?" She said, "I'm self-taught. You're quite clever." "Of course." We teased each other and hugged again.

"How could you get pregnant? Didn't you take the pill?" I asked. She didn't answer for a long time. "Did your husband get you pregnant? Can we not talk about this?" She hesitated. I said, "I feel so guilty." After a long while, she sighed softly. "I'm a bad woman. I'm afraid you'll despise me if I tell you." I said, "Go

ahead and tell me. No matter what, I love you." Xiao Ye said, "We've been married for several years and I haven't gotten pregnant. We've had all the tests done, and there's nothing wrong. The doctor said I need to be patient and cooperate. But I've always doubted my fertility. So, that day, I didn't take that pill." I wasn't too surprised and asked her, "Did you want to see if you could get pregnant?" She said, "Yes." When I found out I was pregnant, I was a little worried, but mostly happy. "I know I'm fine," she said. I said, "But this is too risky. Abortion is very harmful to the body." She said, "It's worth it." And... she stopped. I said, "And what?" She said she'd heard that once you've been pregnant once, it's easier to get pregnant again. She smiled shyly after saying that. "Oh, so you want to use me to have your child?" I pretended to be angry. She said, "No, no, I really like you. I've fallen in love with you now."

I hugged her and said, "Let's not be in love, just be happy together. After all, we both have families. Okay?" Seeing how serious I was, she smiled and said, "Let's just be husband and wife for this one winter. This winter, I love you."

After that, our relationship seemed to progress by leaps and bounds. She was incredibly gentle with me, of course, when we were alone. We also went out at night, but we walked and talked like a couple. Sometimes we'd kiss passionately in the dark. We weren't so shy anymore; touching sensitive spots was the most direct way for us to make each other happy. But we still didn't have sex because we were afraid it would harm her health, after all, she hadn't had a child yet. Who wouldn't worry?

The training course was almost over. After much persuasion, Lao Shen finally agreed to an open-book exam, which relieved everyone. With the limited time remaining, everyone made the most of exploring different corners of Tianjin, ensuring the trip was worthwhile.

One day, Lao Shen organized a trip to the Water Park, saying it was a day for observation and learning. We all laughed at him, saying that people usually go abroad or to the border for research, what's the point of coming to a park? Lao Shen said, "Be content, that's all the budget we have." Everyone burst into laughter, though they were all happy despite saying that.

The weather was nice that day, sunny but windy and still cold. At the Water Park, everyone took some photos and then had free time. Lao Shen said we'd meet at the entrance at 6 pm to go back for dinner. Everyone had to find their own food at noon. Everyone laughed at Lao Shen for being stingy and went to find groups with their friends to go out with.

Although it was cold, there were quite a few people boating. Xiao Ye said she had never rowed before. I said, "Let's row together!" So we rented a boat. I wasn't very good at it either. When we first boarded the boat, we were all flustered and the boat spun around for a long time, which made our classmates laugh. But soon their boats were all far away. We got the hang of it and could steer the boat.

The water park has a large and intricate water area with many islands, bridges, and pavilions, so we often had to navigate through them. Around noon, we paddled to a shore, and we were all very tired. We left the boat on the water, took out the bread and water we had brought, and ate.

The boat we rented was semi-enclosed, with a roof and a closed back. When the boat was parked sideways on the shore with the bow close to the bank, people next to us couldn't see inside. And since everyone was resting at this time, there weren't many people around. After we finished eating, we felt much warmer. We were originally sitting opposite each other, with Xiaoye sitting at the bow. I asked her to come over, and she obediently did.

We started kissing. We touched each other through our clothes. But we were wearing thick clothes, and it wasn't very convenient on the boat. If we moved too much, the boat would rock violently. I said, "I want to eat you." Xiao Ye knew what I meant. She unbuttoned her coat, pulled up her inner clothes, and I leaned in, beginning to kiss and suckle her breasts, gently biting them. My hand slipped inside her pants, caressing her genitals. She hissed and gasped for breath. "

I can't take it anymore," she said. "What can I do?" "What can I do? Just let it be," I said. "Then I won't tease you anymore." She said, "No, I'm not feeling well. My stomach hurts." I said, "Then let's go back." We quickly rowed, the cold wind blowing across the water, the little boat bobbing and bobbing...

When we reached the shore, Old Shen was waiting for us. Xiao Ye said she wasn't feeling well and asked Old Shen for leave. Old Shen was a little suspicious but didn't dare ask too many questions, after all, it was a woman's matter, so he just

said, "Go back first." I became her protector, escorting her to the bus station back to her place. Once in the room, I had her lie on the bed and went to get her some water. I touched her forehead; it wasn't hot. She pulled me close and said, "Silly boy." I understood, and we became intimate again.

We quickly took off our clothes and hugged each other naked. The atmosphere in the girls' dormitory was incredibly exciting and tense. I was already impatient, and without any foreplay, it was about to begin. I was worried, so I asked her if it was okay. She said it was fine, it was well past my period. I said, "I mean, aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" She said, "It's your safe period, you've already had your period." I still had a lingering fear, afraid something might go wrong. She laughed and said, "I won't lie to you this time. I wouldn't dare have an abortion again." "What if?" I said.

She held my hips tightly, guiding me in. It wasn't wet, but it wasn't dry either. It was tight, but not rough. This felt the best. I asked her, "Does it hurt?" She shook her head, not bothering to answer. Gradually, it became slippery, and it felt less tight. I straightened up, supporting myself with my hands, and thrust back and forth for a while. Feeling I couldn't hold back any longer, I lay on top of her, rubbing against her tightly. This way, it wasn't as exciting, and I didn't feel like ejaculating. I held her close, pressing against her, thrusting left and right, rotating and rubbing back and forth. Soon she bit her lip, letting out a long, tense sigh.

I rolled over, lying beneath her. I lifted my head, kissing and sucking her breasts. I supported her buttocks, making her move rhythmically. My hands gently caressed her bare back, sometimes touching her buttocks, arms, and armpits, causing her to shudder with pleasure against me. Sometimes I grabbed her buttocks, pushing her back and forth. Our pubic bones clenched tightly, the pubic hair rubbing together. Before long, she experienced another blissful moment of relaxation.

In the afternoon, the hot, stimulating room seemed to amplify my energy. I stood up, pulling her legs to the edge of the bed. I entered her standing up. I released her hands, placed them on my hips, and relied solely on thrusting my hips to penetrate. Watching her snow-white skin, her full body swaying on the bed, I felt a lack of leverage. The bed was low, making it difficult to gain strength. So I lifted her up. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, her arms tightly around my neck, her breasts pressed against me. I tossed her up and down, rubbing her hard, penetrating her deeply, sometimes veering slightly, suddenly hitting the sides, pausing, and then going in again. It was like a small boat in a rapid current, hitting weeds and rocks, pausing, spinning, and then moving forward again. In the swift current, I went fast; in the open, I went slow; in the steep water, I plunged down and tossed her up, then she landed on the surface.

Each time I tossed her up, I sucked on her nipples. My fingers pressed against her vulva, kneading it incessantly. At first, her breathing was heavy, but later all I heard was her constant moans. With each thrust, I asked her, "Does it feel good?" She would quickly reply, still panting, "Yes." As the movements became faster, my words became rougher, even vulgar, each thrust accompanied by a vicious curse. Only when I finally relaxed did we both collapse onto the bed, panting heavily.

I didn't ejaculate inside her. She seemed a little sorry for me, saying it would hurt my body. I said it wouldn't matter once or twice. But she still went to the bathroom to wash up. I also used her towel to dry myself. When we came back, we lay exhausted on the bed.

Her head rested on my chest, her lips licking my nipples, her hands stroking my limp genitals. I asked, "Do you want more?" She said, "That's enough. While we were standing, I came so many times, big and small." I asked, "Was that stimulating?" She said, "Yes. I really couldn't take it anymore. I've never done this before."

"Just a little reward for you." She smiled mischievously and went straight for my crotch. She guided me into her warm mouth. I felt a little sensitive, so I asked her to be gentle. She let go, pulling my penis up with her hand and kissing it. First, she kissed, then gently sucked on each inch. Her tongue swept around. My legs supported my body, and I tried to lift myself up, but her tongue went further and further down.

Through the half-open window, I could hear the flapping of pigeons outside. Wave after wave, sharp and excited.

That afternoon, we slept naked, embracing each other. When we got tired, we caressed and kissed. Time passed quickly, and it got dark; our classmates would be back soon. I kept urging her to get up, but she remained clinging to me, unwilling to let go. Finally, I pushed her away. She stared straight at me, her eyes unblinking. I said, "What's wrong?"

She pounced on me, kissing me fiercely, biting my lip with her teeth. I said, "It hurts." She eagerly moved down, biting all over my chest. "Don't do this," I said. She wouldn't listen, nor would she stop. I got a little angry, picked her up, threw her on the bed, and pressed her down on my back. Her head turned back, still looking for my body to bite. I controlled her hands with my hands, put my tongue into her mouth, and stirred it around. I kept saying, "Baby. Baby." I also started biting and kissing her fair back. She slowly calmed down, and my hands reached from behind to her chest, caressing her breasts and gently stroking her nipples. She arched her body, her breasts hanging in the air, swaying when I touched them.

I held her lower abdomen and pulled her back, her body arching up, her buttocks hitting the ground high. I half-knelt on the bed, gently biting her buttocks. My hand touched her genitals, slightly wet. I tried to enter. Because the height wasn't quite right, we both adjusted several times before I finally entered.

Supporting her buttocks with my hands, watching the in-and-out movement, I felt particularly sensitive and stimulated. Sometimes I'd pull all the way out, watching her slightly parted vulva slowly close. The pink flesh inside gradually disappeared. I could also control her hips with my hands, making her clench tighter or looser. Or tighten just before I came, or tighten when I was deepest inside. She cried out in suppressed voices, "Don't stop, don't stop." Emptiness, filling. Fullness, wetness. Hardness, softness. Flesh and flesh. So distinct, so real.

Finally, I thrust in and out a few times forcefully, then quickly pulled out. She quickly turned around and took me into her mouth. Deeply, I pressed against her throat, holding her head, and released with pleasure. I didn't want to take it out of her mouth, and she kept it in, her tongue licking back and forth. Looking at her full, white, naked body, with me in her mouth, her disheveled hair, her wanton expression, I was truly unable to resist.

Suddenly, she gagged, hurriedly let go of me, and ran into the bathroom, not coming out for a long time. I was already putting on my clothes and gave her hers. As she was getting dressed, I put my arm around her and said, "Are you feeling unwell, baby?" She said, "It's nothing, I just felt a little nauseous, but I'm better now."

At dinner, Lao Shen came over with concern to ask how Xiao Ye was doing. She said she'd asked me to buy some medicine; her stomach was upset. She said she felt much better after taking the medicine. Our classmates teased me, calling me her protector. I looked at Xiao Ye, and she looked back at me, smiling shyly.

Graduation was approaching.

The Haihe River was frozen over. People were tentatively walking on the ice. Looking at the city, it seemed desolate in winter. But as we were about to part, there was a sense of reluctance. Perhaps I would never come back here again in this lifetime.

And these classmates from all over the country. Everyone was a little drunk at our last meal. We loudly invited each other to visit each other's places, and the men put their arms around each other's shoulders in a show of affection. Some of the women were already moved, their eyes a little wet. This farewell, this lifetime, perhaps we would never see each other again.

When we took our graduation photos, the girls stood in the front row, and the boys were in the back rows. I deliberately stood behind Xiaoye. This winter, perhaps, will only be remembered in this photo. If one day she finds this photo, she'll definitely see me standing behind her. I wonder if she'll still remember me, this man.

I'm leaving the next day. That evening, I took a walk with her and asked, "Can I call you later?" She said, "I think not. If I miss you, I'll call you." I thought for a moment and asked, "Will you miss me?" She said, "Probably."

I said, "If I see you again, can we still make love?" She said, "Maybe you won't like me anymore." I said, "Do you know what I hope for most? What I hope for most is that one day, when we're both old, I'll meet you again. And we'll have sex." She laughed and said, "I don't want that. I just want you to remember me now. When I'm old, my skin is wrinkled, and I'm ugly. My breasts sag like pockets. I won't have sex with you."

I hugged her tightly. Silently. I know I like her youthful body, so I like her. But when we're old, will I still like her?

Late last year, it was snowing everywhere. In that cold weather, I went to Tianjin to attend a systematic training course. It was a three-month course, with two people from each province. In my province, it was me and a young woman; for convenience, let's call her Xiao Ye. Xiao Ye had been married for several years but hadn't had children. A woman with sexual experience but no children exuded a mature, rich fragrance.

Xiao Ye and I were from the same province, so naturally we ate and went to class together. We even sat in the same row during lectures. It was a large classroom. We sat in the last row.

Because there were computer classes, there were two computers on each desk in each row, naturally separating the people in front and behind. Because the distance was so far, if we leaned over the desk, even the teacher on the podium wouldn't see what we were doing.

Xiao Ye and I often whispered to each other.

The first week was for everyone to get to know each other, receive new books, and form several study groups. Because we were in a new environment, everyone was excited, and there was also some inexplicable impulse and curiosity. Aside from studying, everyone seemed to want something to happen during these three months.

Finally, let me introduce myself; I'm an old man. Now, let me tell you the story of this winter.

I originally thought three months would be very relaxing, maybe even with some travel. Unexpectedly, the course schedule was very tight. There were Marxist-Leninist classes, computer classes, professional courses, audio-visual education classes, and literature classes. Everyone loved literature class the most. Because the teacher basically just read from the textbook, assigned homework based on the textbook's review questions, and the textbook even had answer hints. The most interesting thing was that the literature teacher, surnamed Huang, whose origins I didn't know, had a very strong regional accent. Anyway, during his two-hour classes, if I didn't look at the book, I basically couldn't understand a single word. So, each literature class was like a relaxing class. Skipping class was not allowed; we were all organized people, and nobody wanted a stain on their academic record. If it were brought back to their former workplace, they'd be in deep trouble.

The first time we had literature class, everyone was very curious. After all, we'd been working for many years, and our studies were usually limited to politics and professional fields. But when Teacher Huang started speaking, everyone listened patiently at first, but by the second half, most of them were either dozing off, talking, or reading novels. I couldn't understand a word, so I looked up at Xiao Ye to see her reaction. She looked at me too, and we exchanged a knowing smile. Since

we had nothing to do, we found something to do. Xiao Ye and I weren't very familiar, so we wrote on a piece of paper, handed it to her, and she replied before passing it back to me. We acted nonchalantly, but secretly kept passing notes. We'd done this before when we were in school, and I never thought it would come in handy now. The

initial exchanges were simple.

"I'm so sleepy." "Me too, I don't understand." "What do you girls do at night?" "Chat, play cards." "Very boring." "What about you? We do too." We also exchanged information about salaries and bonuses at different companies.

Around the second week, the exchanges went something like this: "Looking around, you're the prettiest in the class." "Nonsense, I'm the oldest. The others are all old ladies." Her face flushed slightly, and on the slip of paper she handed me was a crookedly drawn smiley face. A little girl, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

In winter, the indoor heating made it unbearably hot. Outside, it was surprisingly cold. I wasn't used to the heating. I always felt dry and needed to drink water constantly. The automatic water dispenser was in the corner behind us. I always ran to get water. The desks and chairs were fixed, making it difficult to get up, especially during class; I couldn't move too much. Therefore, when I got up, my body often bumped into Xiaoye's hand. Once, I even knocked her pencil away, and I quickly apologized. But her hand didn't retract. After that, I would deliberately touch her, regardless of whether it would actually happen.

We passed notes in literature class, and this gradually spread to other classes. The messages on the notes became increasingly ambiguous. "What are you daydreaming about? Missing your husband, huh?" "No way. I'm missing Teacher Liu." Teacher Liu taught computer class; he was very handsome, and we often joked about him in private. "I miss you." "Ugh." "I'm right next to you, what are you thinking about?" The note was passed, and her hand reached out to take it. My hand didn't retract; instead, I pressed it against hers. She pulled back forcefully, but I held on tightly. After struggling for a while, she stopped moving. Another note was passed to her from the other hand. "Others saw this." "Stop fooling around. Put your hand under the table." I let go, and she took her hand away too. At first, she ignored me, but after a while, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she actually put her hand down.

I nervously looked around; everyone next to me was asleep at their desks. So, I mustered my courage and put my hand down as well, pretending to relax and stretch out my body, reaching out to touch her hand. She didn't flinch. So I held her hand. When I held it, I felt her hand was so warm, as if it were sweating. It was so soft; the moment I touched it, I felt an electric shock. She seemed a little excited too. I felt her body trembling slightly. At first, she held it still, but then I gently traced lines in her palm with my fingers, and she bent her fingers to touch my palm. It felt so good.

I became the most proactive and motivated student in the class. That's what our homeroom teacher, Mr. Shen, said. Because regardless of wind or snow, dawn or dusk, I was always the first to arrive and the last to leave in class. With my heart set on it, I quickly became engrossed. But Xiao Ye seemed completely unaffected. She came and went as she pleased, without lingering. She also seemed indifferent to my feelings, even though our hands were often clasped together in class.

Soon, I became dissatisfied with the simple joy of holding hands, and opportunity struck. Since the training course had virtually no evening activities, the students suggested studying in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Shen, said, "You want to go to an internet cafe?" The whole class laughed in unison. The computers in this computer lab originally had internet access, but the server in the computer lab needed a new interface. Mr. Shen said, "I'll talk to them for you." Three months had been a bit boring. The next evening, the classroom became a giant internet cafe.

When Xiao Ye came in that night, she didn't turn on the computer but went straight to me to watch me use the internet. It turned out she had never been online before. She had just showered, and her hair had a faint fragrance. This was the first time we sat together at night, the dim light making it easier to drift into a hazy, dreamlike state. Our hands naturally intertwined in the darkness.

Because it was night, and because there weren't many people in the classroom, the space next to us was empty. I grew bolder, casually releasing my hand and gently placing my palm on her thigh. She pretended not to notice and placed her hand on mine. Even through her clothes, I could feel her warmth and flesh. My palm moved slowly like an ant, caressing her back and forth. The softness, combined with her scent, her tense breathing, and her pounding heart, was incredibly arousing. I really wanted to turn around and kiss her, but given the environment and our relationship, I didn't dare. My biggest fear was that she wouldn't accept it and we'd become enemies. So close, so almost there, so irresistible, so within reach, yet so just out of reach. This feeling made my heart boil with conflict.

As lights out approached, fewer and fewer people remained in the classroom. I knew that our happy time tonight was drawing to a close. I was truly audacious. Suddenly, with a slight exertion, my hand slid to the top of her thigh. Before she could react, I went straight for her crotch. She tried to stop me, but could only press against my palm, struggling to move my hand away—of course, it was futile.

To be honest, through her clothes, it wasn't much more pleasurable than her thigh. However, the satisfaction of invading a woman's private territory, and her lack of strong resistance, or rather, her feigned resistance while actually accepting it, gave me immense mental satisfaction.

So, even through her clothes, imagining the softness and wetness, the warmth and desire, the pleasure and thrill there, made my hand linger.

The next day, Xiaoye seemed a little unhappy, not even glancing at me properly after entering the classroom. I was terrified, afraid she was angry because I had touched her there the day before. So I went back to my old ways and started passing her notes again. I wrote on the note: "I'm sorry." She didn't reply for a long time after reading it, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I thought I was doomed

. After a long while, she handed me the note, which read: "Why did you do that to me?" Ugh. She really was angry about that. I replied: "I couldn't control myself, I couldn't help it." She took the note, glanced at it, chuckled, and immediately glanced at the podium. Luckily, the teacher wasn't paying attention. She handed me the note: "Never do that again!!!" I replied: "Yes, ma'am, but you have to hold my hand." She replied: "It depends on your performance." My heart immediately felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey; I knew she wouldn't be angry with me anymore. After a while, I pretended to accidentally touch her hand again. After some dodging and chasing, our hands were intertwined again.

For the next few nights, we spent every evening in the classroom surfing the internet. She gradually went from being a complete novice to becoming an internet addict. She wasn't interested in news or sports, so I let her go to some forums and read romance novels and stories. Among them were posts about couples having affairs, which often made her blush. Thinking about how our relationship had been stagnant for a long time, I finally couldn't resist and started plotting again that night.

Opportunity always favors the prepared, or rather, those with cunning schemes. Heh heh, another opportunity arose. Xiaoye wanted to watch a movie, but she couldn't because she didn't have the software installed. She didn't know how to download and install it, so I had no choice but to help her. She sat in her chair, and I stood up, reaching to her right, holding the mouse, and gesturing on the screen. The classroom was heated, and students usually took off their coats after entering, wearing only sweaters or cardigans. Xiaoye was wearing a bright red sweater, and I joked that she looked like a new bride. She rolled her eyes at me. But when my hand reached out, although my body was a little distance away, my arm moved just enough to touch her breasts—soft and firm. She didn't move away from me because of this; instead, she pretended to get a better look at the computer and moved even closer, almost touching my arm. When she didn't move the mouse, my arm and her chest were pressed together. With every movement, I felt that soft, yielding touch.

We finally got the software installed. I looked for a movie to watch, but the internet was slow and kept buffering. She lost interest in watching the movie. Early on, she said, "Never mind, I'm going to sleep." Of course, I didn't want her to leave, so I asked, "Tomorrow's the weekend. Why are you going to sleep so early?" She said, "Why wouldn't I?" After a while, she said again, "How about you walk with me?"

Suddenly, I remembered a joke. A rather pedantic student finally mustered the courage to hand a note to the girl he had a crush on for a long time, saying he wanted to get to know her. The girl didn't say a word, packed up her books, and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she turned back to the pedantic student and said, "Will you walk with me?" The pedantic student said, "You go first, I still have a few pages to finish reading." Haha. Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. We quickly packed up—there wasn't much to pack, just shut down the computers—and left the classroom one after the other.

The northern night was truly cold. We shivered in the wind. We walked along the street behind the training building. It was a residential area. Small alleys, lined with small trees on both sides. The night was desolate, the moon a pale yellow, dotted with stars. A night like this wasn't suitable for romance.

Without realizing it, I took her hand; it was icy cold, but it felt warm. There weren't many people on the street. Only a few vendors selling hot pot and lamb skewers were scattered around the alley entrances. Nobody knew us. We chatted and laughed, mainly about the cold weather and the boredom of school life. We even bought a few lamb skewers from a stall. The vendor strongly recommended lamb kidneys, saying they were very nutritious. Xiaoye and I exchanged a smile.

After eating, I really felt less cold. Because we weren't familiar with the area, we didn't dare walk too far. At a point where there seemed to be no way forward, Xiaoye said, "Let's turn back." She turned to look at me, and I looked back at her, boldly taking her other hand, our hands clasped together. We kept a distance between our upper bodies, our thick clothes tentatively drawing closer. Suddenly, I pulled hard, and she fell into my arms.

There was no struggle. No words. There was no sound around us. Through our clothes, I felt her soft breasts against my body. I released her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist. Our bodies pressed even closer. Xiaoye rested her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily. Feeling her warm breath and her pounding heart, I felt my heart flutter.

Mustering my courage, I looked up to find Xiaoye's face, pressing my own against hers. It was cool, a gentle caress. Then I gently explored her nose, her forehead, her eyes, slowly rubbing my face against them. My tongue wandered to her lips, then suddenly stopped, searching instead for her ears, her neck nestled deep within her collar. Her body trembled slightly, and as my lips brushed against her neck, I heard a soft, long sigh: Ah~~~~~~~~~ I seized the opportunity and kissed her. Her lips were closed. She flinched slightly at first, then my lips captured hers. Because of the cold weather, her lips didn't feel much. So I extended my tongue, trying desperately to pry open her mouth. I forced her lips open, her teeth still clenched, but I slowly pushed in. I opened a crack, feeling a touch of warmth from her tongue. I tried even harder. Suddenly, everything opened up, like a fairy finding paradise. My tongue completely swam inside, finding her shy, hesitant tongue tip. First, our tongues tentatively explored each other, then a frenzied entanglement, a devouring, a sucking. We kissed and sucked each other's lips deeply. I kissed her neck deeply. At that moment, I truly couldn't control myself. I embraced her on both sides, my right hand resting on her chest. I vigorously rubbed her through her sweater. Ah. So full. Young woman, I'm infatuated with you.

I held her hips tightly with my left hand, pressing my genitals close to hers, confident she could feel my hardness. In the constant biting and entanglement, my genitals rubbed against her body. It had been a long time since we'd done this, since I'd been away studying. Unexpectedly, in the midst of immense excitement, I experienced an uncontrollable contraction, like ejaculation. But I knew I hadn't ejaculated. When I returned, I found she was still wet, with fluid leaking out.

As I contracted, she abandoned my mouth, holding me tightly with both hands, her body pressed close. Suddenly, her whole body trembled. I didn't dare move. After a long while, her body suddenly relaxed from tension. I gently kissed her lips, rubbing my lips against hers. She suddenly pushed me away, asking, "Why did you bully me?" I quickly replied, "I like you.

Go back, it's too late," she said. Back in my dorm, I received a message from her: "I don't know what's wrong with me today. I've gone crazy. Forget all of this, just pretend it never happened."

Lying in bed, I didn't know if we still had a story. But only God knew. The real show was just beginning.

For a long time afterward, there was no more intimacy between us. And neither of us would mention what happened that night. We seemed to have returned to the relationship we had when we first entered school, polite and reserved. Sometimes I would stare at her blankly, and sometimes I would even wonder if those intimate moments had actually happened between us. But Xiao Ye wouldn't even look at me, her expression calm and composed.

Finally, the first snow fell, and it was midterms. The training course gave everyone a week off to go home. That night, Lao Shen wandered around the rooms, confirming everyone's train or plane tickets. I originally wanted to fly, but after asking my boss, he said I should take the train. It's only one night. It'll be over soon. That's what my boss said. There was no other way. I had to book a train ticket. When Lao Shen heard that I booked a train ticket, he asked in surprise: "Xiao Ye is flying? Aren't you going together?" Because students from different provinces were asked to go back together if possible. But I hadn't discussed it with her. I could only reply, "My company can only reimburse train tickets." Old Shen said, "Then you should discuss it with Xiao Ye. Don't leave her alone."

I knocked on Xiao Ye's door; she was alone in her room. I said, "Why don't you fly? My company can only reimburse train tickets." Xiao Ye smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll book a train ticket too." I said okay. We went to find Old Shen together and asked him to change the train tickets. Old Shen left, and Xiao Ye stayed behind to discuss with me when to leave and what to bring. We wondered if we should buy some dry food and water. I said, "We'll be there in one night; do you think we're moving house?" She laughed.

The next afternoon around 5 pm, we boarded the train heading south. It wasn't the end of the year or a holiday, so the sleeper carriage was empty. There were fewer than 10 people in each carriage. There were a few people in the sleeper berths at the front and back of the train, all seemingly together. The middle berths were only for the two of us, both lower berths. I said, "How about it? More comfortable than flying, right? Even going to the toilet on a plane is a hassle." "You can lie down here whenever you want," Xiao Ye quickly agreed. She always thought trains were crowded, but it turns out they're usually quite spacious.

We bought two boxed meals on the train, and I also got two bottles of beer and some snacks. After eating, we slowly drank and ate. It got dark quickly. Outside was a blur, but the fluorescent lights inside the carriage were glaring. We drank and chatted. Later, she became a little tipsy. She asked me, "Why haven't you contacted me since?" I said, "I was afraid you'd be angry." She said, "You think I'm a bad woman, right?" I said, "No. I really was afraid of hurting her again." Then I sat down in her berth and let her lean against me. She said, "When you're away from home, you really feel relaxed. There's a kind of indulgent feeling." I realized I was a bad woman. I said, "No. Everyone's the same. It's mainly because I'm so lonely." She smiled and said, "So you don't like me? Just because you're lonely?" I quickly said, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't contact you even if I was lonely." She chuckled, finished her last glass of wine, and collapsed onto the bed fully clothed.

The train attendant never appeared again after exchanging the tickets. Perhaps it was because of the cold weather; everyone was too lazy to move. However, the train had heating, and after a while, it started to feel hot. Xiao Ye slept in her berth, and I sat there chatting with her. She said she felt hot, so she took off her coat, then her red sweater; her full breasts bounced briefly before settling back down. She then took off her pants. "I can't sleep without taking my clothes off," she said as she slipped under the covers. Through the blankets, I knew she was only wearing a thin set of underwear. I was already feeling a little aroused on this train.

I tentatively reached for her hand. She didn't resist. She lay on the pillow, her hair a little messy. I smoothed it with my hand, then stroked her face, her ears, her eyes, and her nose. She lay quietly, without moving. I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back, then said, "Be careful, someone might be there." I said, "They might think we're a couple." She laughed, boldly and proactively tilting her head back to kiss me. Each kiss was like a chicken pecking at grains of rice. My emotions surged. I kissed her fiercely. My tongue slipped into her mouth, entwining and sucking.

My hand slipped under the covers, accurately finding her breasts. I only lightly brushed them before lifting her bra, pushing it aside, revealing her full breasts, which my large hand covered. She straightened up slightly and reached down to unhook her bra. My right hand, relaxed and unrestrained, began to caress her breasts. First, I squeezed them firmly, then gently rubbed her nipples with my palm, then lightly flicked them with my fingertips, gently scraping around them with my nails. A moan immediately spread through her. "So good," she said.

I released her breasts, my hand slowly moving down to her thigh, caressing her through her clothes, pausing briefly in the middle before moving to her other thigh. After a few strokes, taking her by surprise, I slipped my hand under her elastic waistband, lifted her panties, and slid my hand towards her genitals. She initially tried to resist, but then seemed to give up. Above, I kissed her neck and ears, making it hard for her to breathe. "Come on in," she said, pulling at me.

The lights were still on. To be honest, I was still a little scared. No one would care if we slept together. But I gave up. I said, "Let's wait until the lights are off." She laughed, "Coward." My hand suddenly slipped down between her thighs, touching a raised mound of flesh, a layer of smooth hair, and then found her soft spot. I covered it with my palm and slowly caressed it, feeling her lower body arch upwards, as if responding to me. I slowly explored her private parts, pulling them apart slightly, then sliding my fingers lightly until the entire area was wet.

Her lower body heaved even more. Her entire hips were twisting constantly, and she made low, indistinct sounds. I didn't know what to do. To be honest, I had never done it with my hand on a woman before. And I didn't know if it was the same as MILF.

Suddenly I heard her say, "I want it." My blood rushed to my head, and without thinking, I threw back the covers, lifted her bra, and took her breast into my mouth. She let out a loud "Ah!" which startled me. I stopped what I was doing, quickly covered her with the blanket, and listened to the sounds in the carriage. A few people were chatting in their dialects, someone was putting a child to sleep, everything was so peaceful. We smiled at each other. I whispered, "Don't be so loud." She said, "I didn't mean to." I said, "Do you usually moan in bed?" She punched me lightly. I grabbed her hand and guided it slowly downwards, and she understood, heading straight for my genitals. She stroked me through my clothes. "It's so big," she said. "Do you like it?" "Yes, I want it now." Her hand reached for my belt, but I stopped her. "No, let's wait until the lights are out."

She unzipped my pants and reached inside. I had been hard for a while. She first grabbed it and squeezed it tightly. Then she felt it up and down, as if to gauge its size. Then she made a fist and awkwardly began to stroke it. I hadn't done this in a long time, and I was very sensitive. Knowing that this would soon be over, I tried to stop her. She said, "Do you really want to ejaculate?" I said, "Yes. It's been a long time." She said, "Then let me help you get it out first." I looked at her suspiciously, surveying our surroundings. It seemed impossible. She said, "Sit up a bit."

I had no choice but to take my hands out from under the covers and sit up a little. She said, "Sit here." She patted the pillow. I understood. I took off my shoes, turned sideways, and sat against her head. I was wearing her coat that she had taken off. If anyone saw us, as long as we didn't do anything, no one would know anything was going on. Her head was mostly buried under the covers, and under the cover of the coat, she took out my little penis. She first fiddled with it, then put it to her nose and sniffed it. I secretly rejoiced that I had showered an hour before leaving the training class. There was definitely no odor. She raised her head, brought her small mouth close and kissed it, then stuck out her tongue and licked it, drawing circles around the glans. There was also the frenulum, the tip of the mouth, all licked with the tongue. I thought I'd met an expert, but when she swallowed the whole thing, I still felt she wasn't very skilled; her teeth kept scraping against me. I whispered, "Don't use your teeth." She looked up and said, "No." I covered her teeth with my lips. I understood, but I couldn't explain it clearly to her right away. To avoid being scraped by her teeth, a woman covers her teeth with her lips, but she's using the outer side of her lips to contact the man, which still makes the man feel the hardness and stinging of her teeth. Actually, she should raise her lips and use the moist, soft inner side of her lips to hold the man, sliding easily and naturally; that's much more comfortable. After a while, I still couldn't stand it, so I said, "Forget it, it's hard to achieve that." She was tired too, so she gave up.

My body slid down, and I lay down next to her. She pulled up the blanket and draped part of it over me. We chatted. She said, "I'm not very good at this yet; I rarely do it." I said, "It's okay. I'm already very comfortable." Her hand slipped inside my clothes, pulling open my tight bra layer by layer, touching my body. Her small hand caressed my entire body—my waist, abdomen, chest—and then gently stroked my nipples. I kissed her eyes, nose, and lips. This felt so much better.

My right hand unconsciously moved down, caressing her entire body before heading to her secret garden, which was already overflowing with desire. I kissed her ear, telling her how wet she was. Then my tongue slipped into her ear, gently licking it. Her body reacted even more intensely, like a fish swimming in deep water.

My left hand, used to stabilize myself on the narrow bed, felt constrained. I told her to turn over. She turned to her side, making room for me. I supported myself with my left elbow, and my left hand began to wander over her chest. My lips licked her ear and neck, my left hand caressed her nipple, and my right hand gently stroked her genitals, finally settling on her vulva and slowly kneading. Soon, she bit her lip, her face contorted in pain, and then her body trembled with tension. I knew she had reached orgasm. Once she

climaxed, I couldn't continue stimulating her vulva, or it would be uncomfortable. Her vulva was completely wet, lubricated like oil. It was easy for my fingers to slip inside; this was the first time I had ever used my hand to penetrate a woman. While exploring, I couldn't help but think about exploring the G-spot, which I had always been unaware of.

The inner walls were smooth and swollen, very elastic. My fingers rotated and explored inside. With a little pressure, I reached the bottom. I felt a knot at the bottom, pressed it, and she said that was probably the cervix. It probably wouldn't be comfortable. After several rotations and searches, I finally found a spot that was rougher than the inner walls. It wasn't big, about the size of a fingertip, and had a textured feel; this must be the G-spot. I pressed it firmly, rotating and kneading my fingers on that spot. She suddenly looked up and sucked hard on my mouth. I continued to press, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth, swirling it violently. Suddenly, she let out a cry and her whole body went limp.

I was also a little tired, so I turned and lay on top of her, watching her slowly recover from the afterglow. This was the first time I had lay on top of her, so soft and yielding, my genitals pressed against her through her clothes. Knowing full well, I asked, "Did you climax?" "Yes, three times," she said. I was surprised; I thought it was two. I said, "Want more?" She said, "I'm afraid you'll get too tired." I said, "I'm not tired." I lowered my head to kiss her nipples, gently sucking them. My genitals pressed against her forcefully, rubbing against her.

She said, "Do you want to ejaculate?" I said, "No, I just want you to feel good. I don't want to ejaculate like this." After rubbing for a while, she came again. We were both covered in sweat on the winter train.

I got up and went to the restroom at the front of the train to wash up and wipe my sweat. I noticed my reflection in the mirror; though I hadn't reached orgasm, my skin was flushed. But did I really want to have that final, intense encounter with her?

I returned to the carriage, and she got up, fumbling for her shoes, then went to the restroom.

The others in the carriage had quieted down; some were already snoring. The train attendant's small cabin was empty; they must have gone to rest in the attendant's compartment. Outside the window was endless darkness. We sat on the lower berths, embracing each other, our faces pressed together, like two lovers deeply in love.

She asked, "Are you hungry?" I realized then that after all that, I was indeed a little hungry. I nodded. But there was no way to buy anything on the train now. She went to the luggage rack, took her travel bag, and found some biscuits, braised eggs, sausages, and peanuts. Even more interestingly, she also had several small bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in her bag. I was astonished; it was for her father. I shamelessly asked for a bottle to drink. She occasionally took a sip, but couldn't stand the spiciness of the alcohol, constantly exhaling and sucking her tongue. There was only one sausage left, which I offered to her. She peeled it, took a bite, and then brought her mouth to mine. I understood, so I leaned in, and the sausage passed from her mouth to mine. I kissed her passionately.

I found that we had become incredibly intimate and affectionate, the kind of intimacy only true lovers experience. We sat side by side, covered with blankets and coats. We shared food and drinks. Perhaps this was what sweetness felt like. Beautiful woman, fine wine, a wonderful night.

The train rumbled forward. If only the night would never end, if only the train would never stop, if only the road had no end. How wonderful that would be.

After finishing our drinks, we washed up. In the meantime, the train lights went out; it was time to sleep. As we passed other people's beds, I made a point of looking over and found it was too dark to see anything.

Xiaoye took off her clothes in the dark and crawled into bed. I took mine off too and snuggled up to her. I said to her, "Let's sleep together." She moved over a bit, and I crawled in as well. She turned to her side, and I naturally wrapped my arms around her, my hands moving up and down. Finally, I slowly pulled down her pants. Before I even got to her crotch (damn, I can't even type those two words), she pulled tight, preventing me from continuing. That was fine too. I pulled down my own pants, took them out, and groped my way in the dark. Her legs couldn't open, so I couldn't find the right spot. I said to her, "Help me."

She reached out and guided me, and finally, we connected. But it wouldn't go in, and it kept falling out. Helpless, I went to take off her pants. Her underwear and bra were on together, and I pulled down one leg. That made it much easier. Just as I was about to thrust in, she turned to the side and said to me, "Aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant?" Yes, I immediately deflated. She's never had a child. What if she gets pregnant? That would be a real problem. I said, "I won't ejaculate inside." She said, "You could still get pregnant." What to do then? I was getting a little exasperated. She laughed and said, "Useless guy. You don't know anything. Take the morning-after pill tomorrow." I chuckled awkwardly and started working hard. I

entered from behind, sideways. It felt tight, and the penetration wasn't deep. I kept thrusting, and she cooperated fully, sometimes pushing against me with great force. She kept telling me not to stop. "So good, so good," she kept moaning. It was indeed very comfortable, but obviously, it seemed impossible for me to orgasm. I pulled her over and rolled onto her. This kind of entry made us both let out a long "ah." This missionary position, so old-fashioned, yet so practical! Deep penetration, her moist vulva enveloped me, each thrust felt like sliding through a long, stimulating tunnel, bringing waves of pleasure to my lower body. She thrust upwards each time, responding to me. My hand caressed her breasts, her mouth, she kissed my hand, and finally gently swallowed one of my fingers, moistened with saliva, then slowly sucked it from top to bottom. Oh. Such a warm feeling.

That night. On the train. We made love for a while, then, afraid of being discovered, we separated into different berths to sleep. After a while, we clung to each other again. We didn't rest until dawn, exhausted. Afraid of oversleeping, I let her sleep, and when she woke up, we were almost at the provincial capital.

Outside the train station, we found a pharmacy, bought emergency contraception, and drank it with the mineral water we had with us. My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled. We had to part ways temporarily. I asked her how many orgasms she had had. She said, 13 times. She added that it was probably because we hadn't done it in a long time, so it was easy for her to reach orgasm. I never believed before that someone could have so many orgasms, and that having had so many orgasms would make her remember them. I never imagined it would all be true. Women are capable of anything.

It was time to go home. We agreed on a time to return to the training center together, and then said our reluctant goodbyes.

Back at the training center, everyone was like long-lost friends, incredibly warm and welcoming. Perhaps sensing the bittersweetness of parting, we joked around without any restraint. I hugged almost all the female classmates I'd met on the first day. They almost all asked if Xiaoye had arrived yet. I only answered, "I don't know." I hadn't contacted her.

Near the time I was about to return to school, I called Xiaoye, but no one answered. Later, she texted back, saying she wasn't going the same way as me. I didn't know why, and it wasn't convenient to ask. Dejected, I returned to school alone. Two days after the start of the semester, she came back. During class, I wrote her a note asking what was wrong. She replied, "I'm pregnant." I was momentarily stunned. Her expression was serious; it didn't seem like a joke.

That evening, I called her and we walked together on the cold streets. I asked, "Are you really pregnant?" She countered with, "If you really are pregnant, what do you think we should do?"

I was speechless. It was a difficult question to answer. Of course, the answer would be an abortion, but that thought was colder than a winter night. "

I knew you were a cowardly man, afraid of taking responsibility," she said, feigning anger. "

If you're pregnant, then marry me," I said, pretending to be a man. "

Come on, how will we face anyone after that?" she said.

"Yes. Our families, broken up and then reunited, what will people say?" Joy is happiness, but there are always these annoying things waiting to be dealt with.

Walking in the deserted wind, I took her hand, she shook it off, I took it again, she shook it off again. I wrapped my arms around her. I held her close, watching her struggle in my arms. I kissed her, her head thrashing, but I finally managed to get her kissed. Suddenly, she seemed to go crazy, kissing me back, her arms wrapped tightly around me. She kissed my lips, my eyes, my neck forcefully and deeply. Then she buried her face in my chest, sobbing softly.

I could only pat her back gently and whisper what was wrong. I comforted her, telling her it was alright, everything could be resolved.

Finally, she said, "I just suspect I'm pregnant. I don't know yet. I'll have to wait another week to find out."

I held her tightly; it was my carelessness that had made her so worried. "

If you really are pregnant, will you come with me to get an abortion?" she asked, looking up at me.

I nodded firmly.

Xiao Ye asked, "Have you thought about me?" I said yes, almost every day. She smiled and said, "Me too. I think about you when I'm making love with my husband." After a while, she asked, "I don't know if I've fallen for you." I was a little flustered. Was it too heavy to talk about such a topic when we weren't making love? We all just want to find some pleasure in this mundane world, yet our hearts suffer. "

You just want to make love to me, right?" Xiao Ye asked. "No, I like you too," I stammered. "Silly, don't be afraid," she laughed. "I was just afraid of falling in love with you, so I didn't walk the same way back. I also couldn't bear to leave my husband; I love him very much."

When we reached the dormitory, to avoid being seen, we parted ways, planning to go in one after the other. She said to me, "Can one person love two people at the same time?" I remained silent. She added, "But I know I shouldn't have fallen in love with you." Then she turned and left.

A week passed in trepidation. On a weekend morning, while I was still sleeping in, Xiao Ye called, her voice urgent and low. She was really pregnant. I jumped out of bed. My roommate was still snoring. I quickly washed up and went to find her. She had just left too. Luckily, everyone was asleep, and we didn't run into anyone. The two of us rushed to the hospital on that winter morning.

Northern winters are cold, and the hospital's obstetrics and gynecology department didn't open until after 9 a.m. We bought two jianbing (Chinese crepes) from a street vendor and ate them while anxiously waiting. Watching our long, cold breaths escape our lips, we felt like a couple going through thick and thin together.

The hospital was nearly empty, and she was a little scared. When the nurse let her in, I kissed her; I could feel her body trembling slightly. Waiting outside, my feelings were complicated. After a long while, I saw her emerge, her steps unsteady. I helped her up and asked if it hurt. She said she'd been given anesthesia and the pain would probably start later. She

couldn't go back to her dormitory. An abortion is like postpartum confinement; you can't do strenuous exercise or touch cold water. How were we going to get through these next two days? We sat on a hospital bench and discussed it quietly. It was the weekend, so we decided she should ask Lao Shen for leave, saying a relative was visiting Tianjin and she needed to accompany them for a couple of days, and she wouldn't be going back home that night. (We won't be going back tonight; we'll need to ask for leave. Especially the girls.) Hearing Lao Shen agree on the phone, we both smiled at each other. But my heart clenched again, and I felt a pang of sadness.

We booked a room at a hotel near the hospital, helped her inside, and laid her on the bed. By then, the anesthesia had worn off, and she was sweating profusely from the pain. I held her hand and gently stroked it.

According to the customs of my hometown, women eat chicken during postpartum confinement. I went to the hotel's catering department and asked to order a portion of chicken for this purpose. I happened to run into a woman who said, "Go buy the ingredients, and we'll cook it for you; we'll only charge a processing fee." I happily ran back to tell Xiaoye, adding that I was going to the market to buy chicken, ginger, and rice wine—things I'd bought for my wife when she gave birth. Xiaoye said, "Luckily, you know a lot; I don't know anything about this." I told her to get some sleep and not to get up, and then I went out.

On my way back, I bought a bowl of pork liver noodle soup and a rice cooker. When I opened the door to the room, Xiaoye was still asleep. I sat beside her, looking at her pale face, and felt truly regretful and guilty. I had hurt her; she was a woman who hadn't even given birth yet. I leaned down to kiss her cheek, and suddenly she hugged me tightly. Looking at her again, her eyes were open, filled with tears.

"XXX, I love you," she said. We hugged each other tightly.

To be honest, I didn't know where things went wrong. For a fleeting moment, holding Xiaoye tightly, I felt a sense of pride and responsibility, but quickly I felt lost. What if the woman in my arms really loved me?

I helped her up, reheated the noodles in the rice cooker, and gave them to her. The chicken soup wasn't brought over immediately; after she finished eating, I let her go back to sleep. She said, "I can't sleep. Talk to me." I said okay, got into bed, and lay down beside her.

She reached out and stroked my face. "A man like you can make women lose their way," she said. I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried to seduce you." She laughed, "It was my own choice to indulge myself this once." We didn't talk about our families or the future. In the warm room, so close together in the daytime, we couldn't control ourselves. I kissed her, and she kissed me back. I slipped my hand under the covers, inside her bra, and touched her breasts. She said, "This feels so good." It didn't hurt as much anymore. I said, "Let me suck on her." She said, "No, it'll be troublesome if it arouses my desire." She also said, "The doctor said we can't have sex for 15 days." I chuckled foolishly.

We drifted off to sleep like that, and were later woken by a knock on the door. I opened it, and chicken soup had been brought in. I quickly told Xiaoye to get up and drink it. I tore off a chicken leg for her to eat. At first, she ate it with relish, but soon she got tired of it. She said I should eat it, but I said, "This chicken soup and chicken are all for you, I won't eat any of it. Eat this over the next two days to replenish your energy."

I went back to my dorm that night, and came over again the next day. She was still not feeling well. I said, "Why don't you ask Lao Shen for another day off, just say you'll go back Monday night?" She thought about it and did as I said.

Monday was a snowy day. I came over at noon and saw that she had already gotten up and was still washing up in the bathroom. I said, "You can't touch cold water." She said, "I'm going to get moldy after lying in bed for three days." I just took a hot shower. It's okay. I didn't touch the cold water. Maybe it was because of the hot water, but her face was flushed, and her complexion looked much better. "It's alright, I can go back now," she said, adding that the chicken soup really was good for her. I told her she should wait until tonight to go back. It's snowing heavily outside.

Because she felt better, her mood improved a lot. We lay side by side on the bed and became a little unrestrained.

After a passionate kiss, I lifted her bra and started sucking on her breasts. Her hands kept rubbing my hair, and her body kept twisting. She made short, sharp "ah" sounds. I slowly moved down, kissing her lower abdomen and navel, while pulling off her pants and bra. She reached out to stop me, but I went with the flow. Her fair, smooth thighs and shiny black hair were very attractive. My lips slowly kissed down her thighs, to her calves, to her toes, and back to her thighs, gently brushing over the middle area before moving to her other leg. She was already somewhat out of control, her eyes closed, her body trembling intermittently.

I lifted her buttocks with both hands. First, I gently bit her buttocks, then lightly licked her perineum with the tip of my tongue, causing her lower body to writhe even more violently. Her secret place slowly opened, her clitoris moist and glistening, and I covered it with my mouth. In her near-dizziness, she cried out softly, "No, it's dirty." But her body didn't reject me; instead, her legs clamped tightly around me. My mouth held her lips, my tongue gently probing inside, and her buttocks lifted, thrusting upwards repeatedly. My tongue sometimes went in, sometimes swept across her outside, and when she was about to climax, I took her entire body into my mouth, my upper lip against her vulva, my tongue constantly teasing inside her vagina. She cried out, her body straightening, feeling her private parts convulsing. After a while, she calmed down.

I was also tired, and lay down beside her. She smiled at me. I asked, "Do you hate me?" She said, "No, thank you." I smiled, "Thank me for what?" She said, "You've given me a taste of infidelity."

Her hand slipped inside my clothes, caressing my chest, then unzipped my pants and began to stroke me with her hand. "Want me to help you?" she asked. "No, you can't overexert yourself," I said. "You come on top," she said, "Silly."

I'd been hard for a while now. I pulled down my pants, straddled her breasts, and braced myself on the bed, not daring to press down on her. She took me in her mouth, squeezing me up and down with both hands. It was so stimulating; I quickly ejaculated in her mouth. Even after I finished, she kept me in her mouth for a long time before letting me out.

We cleaned up, and I laughed at her, "Your technique has improved! Did your husband teach you?" She said, "Self-taught! You're quite clever." "Of course." We teased each other again, embracing. "

How did you get pregnant? Didn't you take the pill?" I asked. She didn't answer for a long time. "Did your husband make you pregnant?" "Let's not talk about this," she stammered. I said, "I feel so guilty." After a long pause, she sighed softly. "I'm a bad woman. I'm afraid you'll despise me if I tell you. I said, 'Go ahead and tell me. No matter what, I love you.'"

Xiaoye said, "We've been married for several years and I haven't gotten pregnant. We've had all the tests done, and there's nothing wrong. The doctor said I need to be patient and cooperate. But I've always doubted my fertility. So, that day, I didn't take that pill." I wasn't too surprised and asked her, "Are you trying to see if you can get pregnant?" She said, "Yes." When I found out I was pregnant, I was a little worried, but mostly happy. "I know I'm fine," she said. I said, "But this is too risky. Abortion is very harmful to the body." She said, "It's worth it." And... she stopped. I said, "And what?" She said, "I heard that after getting pregnant once, it's easier to get pregnant again." She smiled shyly after saying that. "Oh, you want to have a child with me?" I pretended to be angry. She said, "No, no, it's because I really love you. I've fallen in love with you now."

I hugged her and said, "Let's not fall in love. It's enough if we're happy together. After all, we both have families. Okay?" Seeing my seriousness, she smiled and said, "Let's just be husband and wife for this one winter. This winter, I love you."

After that, our relationship seemed to progress rapidly. She was incredibly gentle with me, especially when we were alone. We also went out at night, but we walked and talked like a couple. Sometimes we'd kiss passionately in the dark. We weren't so shy anymore; touching sensitive spots was the most direct way for us to make each other happy. But we still didn't have sex because we were worried about her health, since she hadn't had children yet. Who wouldn't worry?

The training course was almost over. After everyone's persuasion, Lao Shen finally agreed to an open-book exam, which relieved everyone. With the little time left, everyone made the most of their trip, exploring different corners of Tianjin.

One day, Lao Shen organized a trip to the Water Park, saying it was a day for observation and learning. We all laughed at him, saying that other people go on research trips abroad or to the border, what's the point of us coming to a park? Old Shen said, "Be content, that's all the funding we have." Everyone burst into laughter, though they were all happy despite saying that.

The weather was nice that day, sunny, but windy and still chilly. At the water park, we took a few photos together and then had free time. Old Shen said we'd meet at the entrance at 6 pm to go back for dinner. We were to find our own food at noon. Everyone laughed at Old Shen for being stingy, and then went off to find groups of friends to hang out with.

Although it was cold, there were quite a few people rowing boats. Xiaoye said she had never rowed before. I said, "Let's row together!" So we rented a boat. I wasn't very good at it either. When we first got on the boat, we were all clumsy and the boat spun around in circles for a long time. Our classmates laughed at us. But soon their boats were all far away. We got the hang of it and were able to steer the boat forward.

The water park has a large area of water. It's also very intricate, with many islands, bridges, and pavilions, so we often had to navigate through them. Around noon, we rowed to a shore, and we were all very tired. We let the boat float on the water, took out the bread and water we had brought, and ate.

The boat we rented was semi-enclosed, so we could see out to the left, right, and front. It was covered, and the back was also enclosed. The boat was parked sideways on the shore, with the bow close to the bank, so people next to us couldn't see inside. And since everyone was resting at this time, there weren't many people around. After we finished eating, we felt much warmer. We were originally sitting opposite each other, with Xiaoye sitting at the bow. I asked her to come over, and she obediently came over.

We started kissing. I touched her through her clothes. But she was wearing thick clothes, and it wasn't convenient at all on the boat. Any big movements made the boat rock violently. I said, "I want to eat you." Xiao Ye knew what I meant. She unbuttoned her coat, pulled up her inner clothes, and I leaned in, starting to kiss and suckle her breasts, gently biting them. My hand also went inside her pants, touching her genitals. She hissed and gasped for breath. "

I can't take it anymore. What should I do?" she said. "What can you do? Just let it be." I said, "Then I won't tease you anymore." She said, "No, I'm not feeling well. My stomach hurts." I said, "Then let's go back." I rowed hurriedly, the cold wind blowing across the water, the small boat bobbing and bobbing...

When we got ashore, Old Shen was waiting for us. Xiao Ye said she wasn't feeling well and asked Old Shen for leave. Old Shen was a little suspicious but didn't dare to ask too much, after all, it was a woman's matter, so he just said, "Go back first." I became her protector, escorting her to the bus station back to her place.

Once inside the room, I had her lie on the bed and went to get her some water. I touched her forehead; it wasn't hot. She pulled me close and said, "Silly boy." I understood, and we became intimate again.

We quickly took off our clothes and embraced each other naked. The atmosphere in the girls' dormitory was incredibly exciting and tense. I was already impatient, and without any foreplay, it was about to begin. I was worried and asked her if it was okay. She said it was fine, it was well past my period. I said, "I mean, aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" She said it was her safe period, she'd already had her period. I still had a lingering fear, worried about complications. She laughed and said, "I won't lie to you this time. I wouldn't dare have an abortion again." "What if?" I said.

She held my hips tightly, guiding me inside. It wasn't wet, but it wasn't dry either. It was tight, but not rough. This feeling was the most comfortable. I asked her, "Does it hurt?" She shook her head, not bothering to answer. Gradually, it became slippery, and it felt less tight. I straightened up, supporting myself with my hands, and thrust back and forth for a while. Feeling I couldn't hold back any longer, I lay on top of her, rubbing against her tightly. This way, I wasn't as aroused, and I didn't feel like I was about to ejaculate. I held her, pressed close, and thrust left and right, rotating and rubbing back and forth. Soon, she bit her lip and let out a long, tense sigh.

I rolled over and lay beneath her. I lifted my head and kissed and sucked her breasts. I lifted her buttocks, making her move continuously. My hands gently caressed her bare back, sometimes touching her buttocks, arms, and armpits, making her shiver with pleasure against me. Sometimes I grabbed her buttocks and pushed her back and forth. Our pubic bones clenched tightly together, the pubic hair rubbing together. Before long, she experienced another moment of pleasure from tension to relaxation.

In the afternoon, the hot, stimulating room seemed to increase my energy. I got up and stood on the floor, pulling her legs and dragging them to the edge of the bed. I entered her standing up. I released her hands, put my hands on my hips, and continued to thrust in. I watched her snow-white skin, her full body swaying on the bed. The bed was low, and I always felt I couldn't get enough leverage. So I lifted her up. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, her arms tightly around my neck, her breasts pressed against me. I tossed her up and down, rubbing her vigorously, penetrating deeply, sometimes veering slightly, suddenly hitting the sides, pausing, and then going in. It was like a small boat in a rapid current, hitting weeds, hitting rocks, pausing, spinning, and then moving forward again. In the swift current, I went fast; in the open, I slowed; in the steep water, I plunged down and tossed her up, then landed back on the surface.

Each time I tossed her up, I sucked on her nipples. My fingers pressed against her vulva, rubbing incessantly. At first, her breathing was heavy, but later I could only hear her moaning. With each thrust, I asked her, "Does it feel good?" She gasped, still panting, "That feels good." As the movements quickened, my words became rougher, even vulgar, each thrust accompanied by a harsh curse. Finally, I relaxed too, and we both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.

I didn't ejaculate inside her. She seemed concerned, saying it would hurt her body. I said, "Once or twice is fine." But she still went to the bathroom to wash. I used her towel to dry myself. We came back, both exhausted, lying on the bed.

Her head rested on my chest, her lips licking my nipples, her hands caressing my limp genitals. I asked, "Want more?" She said, "That's enough. While we were standing, I came so many times, big and small." I asked, "Was that stimulating?" She said, "Yes. I really couldn't take it anymore. I've never done this before.

Let me reward you." She smiled mischievously and moved towards my genitals, guiding me into her warm mouth. I felt a little sensitive and asked her to be gentler. She let go, pulled my penis up with her hand, and kissed it. First, she kissed it, then gently sucked on each lip. Her tongue swept around. My legs supported my body, and I tried to lift myself up, but her tongue went lower and lower.

Through the half-open window, I could hear the flapping of pigeons outside. Wave after wave, sharp and excited.

That afternoon, we slept naked, embracing each other. When we got tired, we caressed and kissed. Time passed quickly, it got dark, and our classmates would be back soon. I kept urging her to get up, but she remained on top of me, unwilling to let go. Finally, I pushed her away, and she stared straight at me, her eyes unblinking. I said, "What's wrong?"

She pounced on me, kissing me fiercely, biting my lips with her teeth. I said, "It hurts." She eagerly moved down, biting all over my chest. "Don't do this," I said. She didn't listen, nor did she stop. I got a little angry, picked her up, threw her on the bed, and pinned her down from behind. She turned her head back, still searching for my body to bite. I controlled her hands with my own, and slipped my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around. I kept saying, "Baby. Baby." I also started biting and kissing her fair back. She slowly calmed down, and my hands reached from behind to her chest, caressing her breasts and gently stroking her nipples. She arched her back, her breasts dangling in the air, swaying with every touch.

I held her lower abdomen and pulled her back, causing her body to arch, her buttocks slamming high. I half-knelt on the bed, gently biting her buttocks. My hand touched her genitals; they were slightly wet. I tried to enter her. Because the height wasn't quite right, we both adjusted several times before finally getting in.

Supporting her buttocks with my hands, watching the in-and-out movement, the sensation was incredibly sensitive and stimulating. Sometimes I pulled out completely, watching her slightly open vulva slowly close. The pink flesh inside gradually disappeared. I could also use my hands to control her buttocks, making her clench tighter or looser. Or it tightens just before climax, or it tightens at the deepest point. She cried out in suppressed sobs, "Don't stop, don't stop." Emptiness, then filling. Fullness, then wetness. Hardness, then softness. Flesh and flesh. So distinct, so real.

Finally, I thrust in and out a few times with force, then quickly pulled out. She turned around and took me into her mouth. Deeply, I pressed against her throat, holding her head, and released with abandon. I didn't want to pull out, and she kept it in, her tongue licking back and forth. Looking at her full, white, naked body, with me in her mouth, her disheveled hair, her wanton expression, I was truly unable to resist.

Suddenly she gagged, quickly let go of me, and ran into the bathroom, not coming out for a long time. I was already getting dressed and gave her her clothes. While she was getting dressed, I hugged her and said, "Feeling unwell, darling?" She said, "It's nothing, just a little nauseous, but I'm fine now."

At dinner, Lao Shen came over with concern to ask how Xiao Ye was doing. She said she had asked me to buy some medicine because her stomach was upset. She felt much better after taking the medicine. The classmates all joked that I was her protector. I looked at Xiao Ye, and she looked at me too, smiling shyly.

Graduation was approaching.

The Haihe River had frozen over. People were starting to cautiously walk on the ice. Looking at the city, it seemed desolate in winter. But as we were about to part, there was a sense of reluctance. Perhaps I would never come here again in this lifetime.

And these classmates from all over the country. Everyone was a little drunk at our last meal. We loudly invited each other to visit each other's places in the future, and the men put their arms around each other's shoulders to show their affection. Some of the women were already moved, their eyes a little wet. This parting may be our last.

When taking graduation photos, the girls stood in the front row, the boys in the back rows, and I deliberately stood behind Xiaoye. This winter, perhaps all that will remain is this one photo. If one day she finds this photo, she'll surely see me standing behind her. I wonder if she'll still remember me, this man. I

'm leaving the next day. That evening, I took a walk with her and asked, "Can I call you later?" She said, "Maybe not. If I miss you, I'll call you." I thought for a moment and asked, "Will you miss me?" She said, "Probably."

I said, "If I see you again, can we still make love?" She said, "Maybe you won't like me anymore." I said, "Do you know what I hope for most? What I hope for most is that one day, when we're both old, I'll meet you again. And we'll have sex." She laughed and said, "I don't want that. I just want you to remember me now. When I'm old, my skin is wrinkled, I'm ugly, my breasts sag like pockets." I won't have sex with you.

I hugged her tightly. Silently. I know I like her young body, so I like her. But when we're really old, will I still like her?

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