I finally got the class beauty

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It was time for "Nonlinear Programming" class again, and I walked briskly from my dorm to the classroom.

There were about a dozen students taking this course, including the class beauty, Siting. Siting was a stunningly beautiful woman with a shapely figure. The reason I liked this class was because of her—not because I could see her, but because of a secret we shared in class.

Although we could sit anywhere in class, and we weren't actually very close, our seats were always next to each other, one in front of the other.

Whenever the teacher started lecturing, we would secretly begin our activity. I would place my knees between the back of her chair and the seat, and she would sit back, letting me rub my knees against her buttocks.

She was a slender girl, but her buttocks were very round and full, with a wonderful feel to them. Several times, I even ejaculated inside my pants because of it. Sometimes, when there were no classmates sitting next to or behind us, I would secretly reach out and touch them, but such opportunities were rare, and if someone walked by the window and saw me, I would be ruined. It was too risky, so I could only do it occasionally. But it was precisely because of the risk that it added a bit of excitement to doing something naughty.

Actually, it wasn't intentional at first. During the first class, I accidentally touched her a few times and accidentally developed a "feeling". From then on, I would sit behind her in every class, and she would very cooperatively move her buttocks over. Later, even if I arrived first, she would automatically sit in the seat in front of me, which made me incredibly happy!

We attended classes like this for a semester, and apart from occasionally borrowing notes from each other, we weren't particularly close.

Basically, even if she wasn't interested in me, she shouldn't dislike me, so why didn't I make a move? Because she already had a boyfriend! He was her college classmate, currently serving in the military on an outlying island, and I heard they were very much in love.

That day, the sky was particularly gloomy. It had been pouring rain since early morning and had continued all day until evening. Although the rain would sometimes lessen, it never stopped; it made one wonder why there was so much water in the sky that it couldn't be poured out even after a whole day.

Perhaps it was destined that I would meet her! I usually don't get home until after 11 PM, but today I didn't want to work, so after eating at the student cafeteria, I headed back to my apartment early. Near the side entrance to the library, I saw the class beauty hesitating, holding an umbrella. I quickly went up to greet her.

"Hi!"

"Hi!" She smiled, "It's raining so hard!"

"Yeah! Are you going home?"

"I was going to, but it's raining so hard, riding a bike is too much trouble."

Although it was raining outside, a glimmer of hope appeared in my heart. "How about I take you home? I drove here."

"Sure! Thank you." Siting is gentle but cheerful; she wouldn't refuse such a thing. Besides, as the class beauty, she was used to being flattered.

Although I knew it might just be a ride home, it was still another chance to meet; otherwise, we'd never really become "close." I'm not the kind of guy who only wants to sleep with women; don't believe me? Fine.

Following her directions, I drove to her dorm. We chatted and laughed along the way. I was worried there might be some awkwardness because of our secret, but she acted as if nothing had happened.

"We're here." The car stopped in front of a ten-story apartment building. Could she really live in such a luxurious place?

"Thank you!" "You

're welcome," I replied.

She paused slightly. "Would you like to come in and sit for a bit?" She blinked her big eyes at me, looking very sincere.

"To be honest, I really want to," I replied with a smile, "so don't just ask me out of politeness! What if I actually come up with you? Wouldn't that be troublesome?"

"In that case, come up and sit for a bit!" she said. "I'll make you some tea."

So, I followed her inside, took the elevator to the eighth floor, and visited her boudoir.

Today was truly an eye-opening experience. Si-ting lived alone in a luxurious suite of about seven or eight square meters, decorated with a delicate, feminine touch, with a light brown carpet on the floor. In fact, judging from her demeanor, I could tell she was from a wealthy family.

Although we had driven and used umbrellas the whole way, the rain was so heavy that the floor was flooded, and our shoes, socks, and trouser legs were all wet. After she gestured for me to sit down, she took her clothes to the bathroom to change, and I took off my socks as well. On

her bedside table was a photo of her and her boyfriend. The boy in the photo was quite handsome, making me feel a little ashamed of myself.

Next to the open clothes rack was a basin containing some clothes she had changed out of—trousers, underwear, and socks.

She changed into a casual polo shirt and shorts, took out a teapot and two cups, and brewed some herbal tea for me.

As we chatted, I realized how talkative she was; talking to her was truly enjoyable. The conversation flowed more freely, and we gradually warmed up to each other. I don't know how it started, but I think it was when I complimented her on her taste in clothing! We chatted about fashion for a while, and on a whim, she said she wanted to show me a new outfit she'd bought, so she took it into the bathroom.

It was a ladylike dress, and it seemed to be a designer brand, giving her a very sophisticated, urban look.

"It's nice," I told her, "but I still prefer the one you wore to the end-of-term party last time." That short dress was simple and elegant, with a more casual style, which actually accentuated her features better.

"Really?" Far from being displeased, she seemed delighted. "That's my favorite dress!" She picked it out from the hanger. "I'll change into it for you."

A woman's attire is meant to attract a man's admiration. If you can say the compliment she desires at the right time, her joy will exceed your expectations—this is absolutely true.

A moment later, she came out of the bathroom, changed, and turned her back to me. "Xiao Li, could you help me tighten my zipper?"

What a perfect opportunity. I stood up, walked behind her, and whispered, "Pull it up or down?"

She immediately blushed and playfully scolded, "You pervert!"

"Just kidding!" I laughed, helping her zip up the zipper and smoothing her hair. I don't usually make these kinds of jokes unless it's a girl I know very well. But observing her expression, I saw no displeasure, only a smile and a touch of shyness. In this situation, coupled with the beautiful figure encased in that short dress, I couldn't resist the urge to pounce on her.

I sat down on the edge of her bed, while she strolled around the room with a beaming smile, displaying her clothes like a fashion show.

Her eyes shone with a thousand charms; it seemed she, too, was filled with spring fever.

She walked to the bathroom door, turned her back to me again, and said softly, "Have you seen enough? I need to change! Could you help me pull it down a little more?"

Finally, it was my turn! The beast within me was about to break free of its cage and ravage her body. But I maintained my gentlemanly demeanor to avoid ruining the romantic atmosphere. I gracefully walked over, placed my hand on her shoulder from behind, and whispered in her ear, "This time, should we pull it down?" As I slowly pulled down the zipper with my left hand, I kissed her delicate neck.

She closed her eyes, offering no resistance. I turned her around and passionately kissed her red lips; she responded with an expression of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, with the hand around her back, I quietly unhooked her bra. We kissed for a while, then she deftly let me fall onto the bed, standing in front of it. With a tug on her shoulders, her dress and bra fell to the floor, finally revealing her alluring body to me.

Her breasts weren't large, about a B cup, but with her slender figure, they looked very firm, with her dark red nipples standing erect. A slender waist, a beautiful curve of her hips, long legs, and the mysterious little mound rising below her abdomen under her light blue panties…

At this moment, I unbuttoned my pants, and she straddled my manhood. I could feel the warmth of her opening through her panties, and my manhood immediately sprang to life, threatening to burst through them. She leaned down to continue our passionate kiss, while my hands unceremoniously played with her breasts, enjoying their elastic feel.

Naturally, I tried to take off her panties, but she wouldn't let me. I slipped my hand inside her panties and caressed her; her juices were already flowing freely. But whenever I tried to take her panties off, she skillfully brushed my hand away. I guessed that was the limit for her. After all, she had a good boyfriend, and even if she was momentarily confused and needed some physical satisfaction, she didn't want anyone else inside her boyfriend's body.

Thinking this, I inevitably slowed my movements. She seemed to sense my thoughts, and a troubled expression appeared on her face. Finally, she pursed her lips, gently braced herself with one hand, and rummaged through a small drawer beside the bed with the other, handing me a condom.

Overjoyed, I immediately sat up, but she gestured for me to calm down. She then lifted my engorged penis and, with her slender hands, put it on.

I removed her damp panties, cupped her full buttocks in my hands, aligned her vaginal opening with the head of my penis, and slowly inserted it between her labia. Instantly, blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy.

She also trembled all over. I used the strength of my waist and arms to thrust, and she couldn't help but cry out. My penis moved rapidly back and forth in her slippery vagina, fully enjoying the wonderful touch of her vaginal walls and the deep suction.

My face was buried in her chest, taking the opportunity to taste her erect breasts with my tongue. She raised her hands above her head, welcoming this intense pleasure. We reveled in the pleasure of our lovemaking, while the rain pattered down outside the window.

I ejaculated, falling backward, semen spilling from the condom. She also lunged forward, lying face down beside me. We gazed at each other, unspoken understanding.

I gently stroked her round, smooth, and elastic buttocks, whispering in her ear, "I have a special feeling for your buttocks."

Her face flushed instantly, overflowing with shyness: "You're so naughty! I never expected someone who looks so refined to do something like this in public." She lightly punched my chest with her small fist.

This girl, so compatible with me in every way, possessing both a captivating appearance and personality, I found myself falling for her. And her? Even though we weren't close before, we must have had feelings for each other long ago, right? I reached out and brushed her sweaty hair aside, asking the most important question:

"Siting, what will our relationship be from now on...?"

The troubled expression on her face reappeared. We were silent for a long time before she finally spoke, but this time her answer didn't meet my expectations. "I'm sorry, Xiao Li."

Although it was expected, I still couldn't hide my disappointment. Undeterred, I asked again, "You're not married yet, you still have the right to pursue your own happiness!"

"Xiao Li, I love him." She looked away. "If I had met you first and fallen in love with you, I wouldn't have so impulsively replaced you just because I met someone more suitable."

She looked at me again, her eyes filled with conflicted apology. "Someone as smart and understanding as you should understand."

Even the smartest person can become confused when it comes to matters of the heart. If she were truly the kind of girl I envisioned, she certainly wouldn't accept my feelings.

"I understand, and I can wait." The greatest pleasure in the world is sex, and the most devastating torment is heartbreak. Probably no one has ever tasted heartbreak so immediately after sex like I have.

Although it was hard to let go, I rationally accepted the fact: "Thank you for giving me...unprecedented joy."

"Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!" She blushed, regaining her earlier charm.

From then on, we became good friends. I would call her often to chat, accompany her shopping and to the movies when she was in a good mood, and give her gifts on holidays and birthdays. Although I hadn't given up on her, she never left her boyfriend, and we never had any intimate contact again.

After graduation, her boyfriend was discharged from the military, and we lost touch. A few days ago, I learned from a classmate that she was getting married. My classmate asked if I wanted to attend her wedding, but I thought I'd better not. She has her own path, and I have my new love. We shouldn't dwell on this regret anymore.

I dedicate this piece to wishing her a lifetime of happiness, and may we both understand the true meaning of love.

It's time for my "Nonlinear Programming" class again. I walk briskly from my dorm to the classroom.

There are about a dozen students taking this course, including the class beauty, Siting. Siting is a stunningly beautiful woman with a shapely figure. The reason I like this course is because of her—not because I can see her, but because a secret between us is hidden in the classroom.

Although we sit anywhere in class, and we're not actually very close, our seats are always next to each other, one in front of the other.

Whenever the teacher started lecturing, we would secretly begin our activities. I would place my knees between the back of her chair and the seat, and she would sit back, letting me rub my knees against her buttocks.

She was a slender girl, but her buttocks were very round and full, and felt wonderful to the touch. A few times, I even ejaculated in my pants because of it. Sometimes, if there were no classmates sitting next to or behind us, I would even secretly reach out and touch them, but such opportunities were rare, and if someone walked by the window and saw me, I would be ruined. It was too risky, so I could only do it occasionally. But it was precisely because of the risk that it added a bit of excitement to doing something naughty.

Actually, it wasn't intentional at first. During the first class, we accidentally touched a few times and developed a "feeling." From then on, I always sat behind her in class, and she would readily move her butt over to meet me. Later, even if I arrived first, she would automatically sit in front of me, which made me incredibly happy!

We attended classes like this for a semester, and apart from occasionally borrowing notes from each other, we weren't particularly close.

Basically, even if she wasn't interested in me, she shouldn't dislike me, so why didn't I make a move? Because she already had a boyfriend! He was her college classmate, currently serving in the military on an outlying island, and I heard they were very much in love.

That day, the sky was particularly gloomy. It had been pouring rain since early morning and had continued all day into the evening. Although the rain would sometimes lessen, it never stopped. It made me wonder why there was so much water in the sky; it would take all day to empty it all.

Maybe it was destined that I would meet her! I usually don't go home until after 11 pm, but today I didn't want to work anymore, so after eating at the student cafeteria, I headed back to my apartment early. Near the side entrance, at the library entrance, I saw the prettiest girl in my class hesitating with an umbrella. I quickly went up to greet her.

"Hi!"

"Hi!" She smiled: "The rain is so heavy!"

"Yeah! Are you going home?"

"I was going to, but with this heavy rain, it's inconvenient to ride a bike."

Although it was raining outside, a glimmer of hope appeared in my heart. "How about I take you home? I drove here."

"Sure! Thank you." Siting is gentle but cheerful, and she wouldn't refuse something like this. Besides, as the class beauty, she's used to being flattered.

Although I knew it might just be taking her home, it was still another opportunity to get to know her; otherwise, we'd never really be "close." I'm not the kind of guy who only wants to sleep with women. Don't believe me? Fine.

Following her directions, I drove to her dorm. We chatted and laughed along the way. I was worried that our secret might cause some awkwardness, but she acted as if nothing had happened.

"We're here." The car stopped in front of a ten-story apartment building. Could she really live in such a luxurious place?

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome," I replied.

She paused slightly. "Would you like to come up and sit for a bit?" She blinked her big eyes at me, looking very sincere.

"To be honest, I really would," I replied with a smile, "so don't just ask out of politeness! What if I actually come up with you? That would be troublesome!"

"In that case, please come up and sit for a bit!" she said. "I'll make you some tea."

So, I followed her inside, took the elevator to the eighth floor, and visited her boudoir.

Today was truly an eye-opening experience. Siting lived alone in a luxurious suite of about seven or eight square meters. The room was decorated with a delicate, feminine touch, and a light brown carpet covered the floor. Judging from her demeanor, it was clear she came from a wealthy family.

Although we had been driving and using umbrellas the whole way, the rain was so heavy that the floor was flooded, and our shoes, socks, and trouser legs were soaked. After inviting me to sit down, she took some clothes to the bathroom to change, and I took off my socks as well. On

her bedside table was a photo of her and her boyfriend. The boy in the photo was quite handsome, which made me feel a little ashamed of my own appearance.

Next to the open clothes rack was a basin containing some clothes she had changed out of—trousers, underwear, and socks.

She changed into a casual polo shirt and shorts, took out a teapot and two cups, and brewed some herbal tea for me.

As we chatted, I realized how talkative she was, and it was truly a pleasure to talk to her. The conversation flowed more freely, and we gradually warmed up to each other. I don't know how it started, but I think it was when I complimented her on her tasteful outfit! We talked about fashion for a bit, and then, on a whim, she said she wanted to show me a new outfit she'd bought, so she took it into the bathroom.

It was a ladylike dress, and it seemed to be a designer brand, giving her a very sophisticated, urban look.

"It's nice," I told her, "but I still prefer the one you wore to the end-of-term party." That short dress was simple and elegant, with a more casual style, which actually accentuated her features better.

"Really?" She wasn't displeased at all; instead, she seemed delighted. "That's my favorite dress!" She found it on the hanger. "I'll change into it for you." A

woman's attire is meant to attract a man's attention. If you can say the compliment she wants at the right time, her delight will exceed your expectations—this is absolutely true.

A little while later, she came out of the bathroom, changed, and turned her back to me. "Xiao Li, could you help me tighten my zipper?"

What a perfect opportunity. I stood up, walked behind her, and whispered, "Pull it up or down?"

She immediately blushed and playfully scolded, "You pervert!"

"Just kidding!" I laughed, helping her zip up the zipper and smoothing her hair. I don't usually make these kinds of jokes unless it's a girl I know very well. But observing her expression, I saw no displeasure, only a smile and a touch of shyness. In this situation, coupled with the beautiful figure encased in that short dress, I couldn't resist the urge to pounce on her.

I sat down on the edge of her bed, while she strolled around the room with a beaming smile, displaying her clothes like a fashion show.

Her eyes shone with a thousand charms; it seemed she, too, was filled with spring fever.

She walked to the bathroom door, turned her back to me again, and said softly, "Have you seen enough? I need to change! Could you help me pull it down a little more?"

Finally, it was my turn! The beast within me was about to break free of its cage and ravage her body. But I maintained my gentlemanly demeanor to avoid ruining the romantic atmosphere. I gracefully walked over, placed my hand on her shoulder from behind, and whispered in her ear, "This time, should we pull it down?" As I slowly pulled down the zipper with my left hand, I kissed her delicate neck.

She closed her eyes, offering no resistance. I turned her around and passionately kissed her red lips; she responded with an expression of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, with the hand around her back, I quietly unhooked her bra. We kissed for a while, then she deftly let me fall onto the bed, standing in front of it. With a tug on her shoulders, her dress and bra fell to the floor, finally revealing her alluring body to me.

Her breasts weren't large, about a B cup, but with her slender figure, they looked very firm, with her dark red nipples standing erect. A slender waist, a beautiful curve of her hips, long legs, and the mysterious little mound rising below her abdomen under her light blue panties…

At this moment, I unbuttoned my pants, and she straddled my manhood. I could feel the warmth of her opening through her panties, and my manhood immediately sprang to life, threatening to burst through them. She leaned down to continue our passionate kiss, while my hands unceremoniously played with her breasts, enjoying their elastic feel.

Naturally, I tried to take off her panties, but she wouldn't let me. I slipped my hand inside her panties and caressed her; her juices were already flowing freely. But whenever I tried to take her panties off, she skillfully brushed my hand away. I guessed that was the limit for her. After all, she had a good boyfriend, and even if she was momentarily confused and needed some physical satisfaction, she didn't want anyone else inside her boyfriend's body.

Thinking this, I inevitably slowed my movements. She seemed to sense my thoughts, and a troubled expression appeared on her face. Finally, she pursed her lips, gently braced herself with one hand, and rummaged through a small drawer beside the bed with the other, handing me a condom.

Overjoyed, I immediately sat up, but she gestured for me to calm down. She then lifted my engorged penis and, with her slender hands, put it on.

I removed her damp panties, cupped her full buttocks in my hands, aligned her vaginal opening with the head of my penis, and slowly inserted it between her labia. Instantly, blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy.

She also trembled all over. I used the strength of my waist and arms to thrust, and she couldn't help but cry out. My penis moved rapidly back and forth in her slippery vagina, fully enjoying the wonderful touch of her vaginal walls and the deep suction.

My face was buried in her chest, taking the opportunity to taste her erect breasts with my tongue. She raised her hands above her head, welcoming this intense pleasure. We reveled in the pleasure of our lovemaking, while the rain pattered down outside the window.

I ejaculated and fell backward, semen spilling from the condom. She also lunged forward, lying face down beside me. We gazed at each other, understanding unspoken.

I gently stroked her round, smooth, and elastic buttocks, whispering in her ear, "I have a special feeling for your buttocks."

Her face flushed instantly, overflowing with shyness: "You're so naughty! I never expected someone who looks so refined to do something like this in public." She lightly punched my chest with her small fist.

This girl, so compatible with me in every way, possessing both a captivating appearance and personality, made me find myself falling for her. And her? Even though we weren't close before, we must have had feelings for each other long ago, right? I reached out and brushed her sweaty hair aside, asking the most important question:

"Siting, what will our relationship be from now on...?"

The troubled expression on her face reappeared. We were silent for a long time before she finally spoke, but this time her answer didn't meet my expectations. "I'm sorry, Xiao Li."

Although it was expected, I still couldn't hide my disappointment. Undeterred, I asked again, "You're not married yet, you still have the right to pursue your own happiness!"

"Xiao Li, I love him." She looked away. "If I had met you first and fallen in love with you, I wouldn't have so impulsively replaced you just because I met someone more suitable."

She looked at me again, her eyes filled with conflicted apology. "Someone as smart and understanding as you should understand."

Even the smartest person can become confused when it comes to matters of the heart. If she were truly the kind of girl I envisioned, she certainly wouldn't accept my feelings.

"I understand, and I can wait." The greatest pleasure in the world is sex, and the most devastating torment is heartbreak. Probably no one has ever tasted heartbreak so immediately after sex like I have.

Although it was hard to let go, I rationally accepted the fact: "Thank you for giving me...unprecedented joy."

"Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!" She blushed, regaining her earlier charm.

From then on, we became good friends. I would call her often to chat, accompany her shopping and to the movies when she was in a good mood, and give her gifts on holidays and birthdays. Although I hadn't given up on her, she never left her boyfriend, and we never had any intimate contact again.

After graduation, her boyfriend was discharged from the military, and we lost touch. A few days ago, I learned from a classmate that she was getting married. My classmate asked if I wanted to attend her wedding, but I thought I'd better not. She has found her place, and I have found my new love. We shouldn't dwell on this regret anymore.

With this, I wish her a lifetime of happiness, and may we both understand the true meaning of love.

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