When I returned home after graduation

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Sitting in the car, I looked back at the city once more. I spent four of the best years of my life here. Since I was admitted to a university
here , I left home and became one of the many students here, starting my studies in the Computer Science department.
During those four years, I obediently followed my parents' earnest teachings and never dated, which is quite rare among college students these days. It's not that I'm unattractive
; to be honest, at 1.76 meters tall, I'm considered handsome, and I was even voted one of the top ten handsome guys in my department.
Female classmates would occasionally show interest in me. Fortunately, I kept my parents' teachings in mind: studying is the priority, and everything else can be considered later. Thus, in
the eyes of my classmates, I became a rare breed. This was the last time I took this train home as a student. I could have taken a boat or a train, but I just love these sleeper buses.
Every time I go home, I take this kind of bus. Experiencing spending twenty-two hours alone on this train, sometimes with delays,
is a small matter compared to the twenty-plus hours I've already spent.
To be honest, I'm not the kind of person who's completely virtuous. I've also fantasized about having a passionate love story and a beautiful
confidante . At school dances, surrounded by countless beautiful women, I've been tempted, but back then, partly due to my parents' teachings, and partly because, looking
back now, I don't even know what I was so busy with. Among the girls at school, those studying science like me are just as busy, yet they manage to balance their studies and
relationships perfectly—I really don't know how they do it. As for the girls studying humanities, they're incredibly leisurely all day, just drifting around. I really don't understand why they're even in
university ; they're just wasting their time. With this mindset, one girl after another has passed me by, but none of them have
made it into my life.
Today, when I boarded the bus, my eyes lit up. In my berth sat a beautiful young woman with big eyes, long hair, and
a well-fitting dress that perfectly accentuated her slender waist and high, firm breasts. She saw me come in and looked at me with those big eyes.
Having never been around girls before, I felt a little embarrassed by her gaze.
I put my luggage on the berth, glanced at the ticket in my hand, turned to face her, and stammered, "Miss, this is my berth!"
My face felt a little hot as I spoke.
Unexpectedly, she smiled gently, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm in berth number thirteen!"
My berth number was fourteen. Anyone who's ridden in this kind of sleeper train knows that the berths are two together, like a large bed.
That means her berth was inside mine, near the window. Being in this kind of berth felt like being on a bed, and for some reason, I
felt a surge of joy. I'd taken this kind of train several times, but this was the first time I'd had a young, beautiful girl beside me.
She generously extended her right hand, her eyes fixed on me, and she parted her cherry lips slightly: "You're a student, right? Me too. My school is in this city, and I'm on
summer vacation. I wanted to experience something different. It's my first time taking this train home, and I'm so excited we're going the same way!" "Yes!" For some reason, I
lied. Even though I'd already graduated, I still claimed to be a student. I grasped her outstretched hand, feeling a jolt
run through me, all the blood rushing to my head, making me feel dizzy. I grabbed the upper berth support and sat down beside her, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her,
which gave a feeling of exhilaration. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling, and replied, "I never imagined I'd be
traveling with such a beautiful lady like you. As the ancients said, 'It takes three lifetimes of cultivation to share a boat ride.' I don't know how many Buddhas I must have chanted in my past life to be able to travel with you." Today, my mouth seems to belong to someone else
; how could I utter such glib words?
I opened my eyes and saw her turning her face to look at me. Her face, as if she had just applied rouge, was still slightly flushed after hearing my words. That fair,
pinkish-white skin, covered with a layer of red, was incredibly alluring. My heart started pounding uncontrollably; I suspected
she could hear it. She raised her left hand and gently patted my shoulder: "Why are you saying that? I'm ignoring you!"
Although she said that, her tone didn't mean she was ignoring me at all. At that moment, I noticed that her right hand was still in mine,
and she showed no intention of letting go. Of course, I was even more reluctant to let go; holding her hand felt so comfortable.
After we got to know each other better, we started talking. I told her about my school life, and she talked to me about girls' dormitory topics. Soon, I felt like
we had known each other for a long time, like old friends who hadn't seen each other in ages, with endless things to talk about.
The car screeched to a halt, and the driver called out, "We're having lunch here. We'll be parked for thirty minutes!"
Only then did I realize it was already noon, and I had unknowingly spent the entire morning chatting while holding her hand. We smiled at each other, and she gently
pulled her hand away from mine. I got out of the car first, and she followed behind, into the restaurant, where we sat at a table.
I ordered two of my favorite dishes, and she ordered hers and drinks as well. We sat facing each other across the table. After the food arrived, I
ate my own meal while secretly glancing at her. I thought her eating posture was extremely elegant; after each small bite of rice, she would gently nibble on a piece of vegetable, then
close her mouth and chew slowly.
Finally, she noticed me peeking at her, and her face flushed red again. She pouted, "What's so interesting? Haven't you ever seen someone eat?"
Honestly, she was even cuter when she was angry. Startled by her words, I quickly lowered my head and
frantically . Suddenly, I heard her chuckle. By then, I had finished my food. I looked up and saw her
looking at me with a straw in her drink bottle.
Seeing me look up, she extended a slender, jade-like finger and tapped my forehead. She put down her drink bottle and said, "You!!"
while glancing at me. After withdrawing her arm, she pouted again, "What am I going to do if I can't finish my food?"
What did that mean? I didn't savor the food properly and hurriedly replied, "I haven't finished eating yet. If you're so generous, miss, could you spare some for me?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a glint of something special flash in her eyes before her gaze softened. "If you don't mind, please
feel free to eat."
After the meal, we returned to the car. By then, we were already good friends, joking and teasing each other as we continued our conversation.
The car continued speeding forward, and the small space between us inside was filled with warmth. We were both a little tired, and we had agreed to take a nap, but
even with my eyes closed, I couldn't fall asleep.
I opened my eyes and looked closely at her sleeping to my left. Her eyes were closed beneath long eyelashes, and her rosy lips made me want to kiss them. She had a long, slender
neck and delicate skin. Her light green sleeveless dress revealed the curves of her figure perfectly as she lay there. Her breasts rose and fell with her soft breathing
, below which was her flat stomach. Further down, due to the fabric, a "Y" shape was formed at her lower abdomen as she lay flat. The long hem of the dress
covered her slender thighs, revealing only a small section of her snow-white calves. From her raised arm, I could see a few sparse hairs under her armpits, and
the straps of her pink bra.
My heart pounded, and my penis involuntarily hardened, forming a small tent in my pants. Lying flat
on my back, I quickly turned over, clamping my legs together to suppress the erection. As I turned, my eyes were met with her ears, hidden by her long hair, and I could
clearly see her small nose. A shiver ran through me, and I hurriedly closed my eyes. My mind conjured up
images of a woman undressed—images I'd never imagined before. Then I thought of the woman opposite me. Lost in these thoughts, I felt her move. I
opened and saw a pair of large eyes staring at me. She had woken up too, and turned slightly to face me.
Seeing me open my eyes, she smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth, and asked, "Weren't you asleep? What were you thinking about?"
My face flushed again; it must have been red by now! "No, I wasn't thinking about anything!" I protested.
"Don't be so naive! I could hear your heavy breathing just now; you must have been thinking about something. Seeing your face so red, you must have been thinking about your girlfriend!"
Her face was full of disbelief.
"No, didn't I tell you? I don't have a girlfriend, I... I was just thinking about you!" Without further ado, I mustered my courage and blurted
it out.
Her face flushed crimson, as if a red cloth had been drawn over it, even her neck turned red, and her eyes welled up with tears
. She paused for a moment, then touched my face and said, "You're so silly!"
She turned away and giggled, I really didn't know what she meant.
That afternoon, I felt the atmosphere was incredibly awkward, while she acted as if nothing was wrong, chatting with me about this and that until almost dinner time, when I finally felt comfortable
. After dinner, we started chatting again, about pop stars, movie fans, current events, our lives—we talked about everything, but each of us avoided discussing our own
private lives.
It wasn't until a full moon appeared in the sky outside, and everyone on the bus was asleep, with only the dim yellow light from the doorway remaining inside, that we stopped
talking and said goodnight to each other. She turned her face away, and as she did so, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the hem of her skirt rode up,
revealing her black panties, a stark contrast to her snow-white, pink buttocks.
My eyes were immediately drawn to her thighs and pink buttocks, my breathing quickened, my chest pounded, and my lower body began to harden.
My hand, seemingly out of control, trembled as it touched her smooth, elastic buttocks. At the same moment my hand touched her skin, she
shuddered; she hadn't fallen asleep either. Her movement startled me, and I quickly withdrew my hand, afraid she would turn around and angrily call me
a pervert. My heart seemed to stop beating, awaiting her accusation.
I waited for a long time, but there was no sound from her, only her equally rapid breathing. Could it be…? My hand reached out again, slipping under her
skirt and reaching up to touch her slender waist. The sensation made my head spin. My hand gently glided across her delicate skin
, and she trembled slightly, feeling the heat of my touch. With my other hand, I
gently unzipped her skirt, reached under her neck, and pulled her tightly into my arms. At the same time, I slipped my hand under her bra,
touching her round breasts and the nipple, about the size of half a peanut. To my surprise, she rolled over,
facing me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. In the moonlight, I could see her eyes were closed, her lips moving, and a fragrant scent
wafted towards me with her rapid breathing. As she turned, my hand, which had been around her waist, slipped past the elastic of her panties and touched her pink buttocks. I held
her tightly, pressing her close to my chest, my hard penis against her thigh, feeling
the elasticity of her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips, sounding like heavenly music to my ears, making my blood boil. I kissed her lips
, my hands roaming freely over her body.
In my previous understanding, kissing was simply about putting lips together. To my surprise,
after , she gasped for air, our lips pressed tightly together, and her
tongue slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine. My tongue felt numb and swollen, like I was getting an electric shock, and it was a little
painful, but also very comfortable. So I imitated her and intertwined my tongue with hers.
One of her hands, which was around my neck, loosened and began to stroke my neck, shoulders, and back. At the same time, her thighs started
to rub against my genitals, which felt extremely pleasurable. My hands also roamed over her body, shoulders, buttocks, and thighs, and soft moans came from her
nostrils . Then, one of the hands on my back slid down my waist to the inside of my thigh, stroking my
genitals through my pants.
When she touched my penis, she seemed to shudder, abruptly pulling her hand back and separating our kissing lips. I even
saw a look of surprise in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her body against mine, and buried her head in my shoulder. Looking down, I could
see her adorable ears. She opened her mouth and took her earlobe into her mouth, gently biting it with her teeth. Even through her clothes, I could feel her body temperature rising
rapidly .
With one arm still around my waist, she used the other to pull down the zipper of my pants, reaching inside to pull down my underwear...
She lowered her hand and grasped my penis; her hands were so small, she could only hold most of it. Then she freed it from the front, and sat up,
looking at my penis in the moonlight. The part she was holding was less than a third of the length of my penis. She rolled over and sat on my lap,
holding ; at this point, part of it was still sticking out.
She trembled, stroking my penis up and down. At this point, I couldn't resist any longer. I sat up, grabbed her, and rolled over,
pinning her beneath me. My erect penis thrust towards her, but only touched her underwear.
She wrapped her arms around my back and whispered in my ear, "Silly, we haven't taken our clothes off yet!" With that, she pulled her
underwear down to her ankles, crossed her legs, and tossed it aside, spreading her legs wide like a "V" sign, revealing her private area—
a patch of dark pubic hair forming an inverted triangle against her white skin. Then she sat up and began unbuckling my belt,
pulling underwear down together. My penis proudly stood erect at a sixty-degree angle to my body, right in front of us.
With our movements, our remaining shirts, skirts, and bras also vanished. Now, facing each other were two naked bodies. Having
never , I was captivated by that mysterious area. I caressed it with one hand, while my other hand rested on her breast. My body pressed
against one of her thighs, almost all my weight on her.
As my hands moved, she let out soft "oh, oh" sounds. My hands, caressing that mysterious area, were also soaked with a liquid that
appeared . At this moment, she shifted her body and pulled me onto hers with both hands. Perhaps it was my weight, but she
let out a muffled "hmm" through her nostrils, and her legs moved upward, clamping around my waist. I could only prop myself up on the bed with my elbows and continue kissing her
lips . My hard penis pressed against the middle of her legs, which felt very uncomfortable.
Her body began to writhe beneath me, then she pulled away from my lips and asked, "Is this your first time?"
I nodded, and she seemed to suddenly become excited again. She reached down from the outside of her legs and grasped my penis, pulling it towards a certain spot. I
felt a sudden tightening at the head of my penis, as if something had been placed on it. Then her hands gripped my buttocks and pressed down. I felt as if my
penis was surrounded by something, tight and warm inside, but it also brought waves of pleasure, extremely pleasurable. So this is what sex is like.
It feels so good; it seems my four years of university were a waste. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body trembling slightly, enjoying the sensation of me entering her.
We held each other tightly, our lower bodies joined together, becoming one.
I kissed her lips and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, you're so good, so wonderful!"
She heard me and smiled, whispering in my ear, "You can pull your thing out and then go in again, try it!" Hearing her
words, I tried pulling my penis out a little, then thrusting it in again. She couldn't help but cry
out "Ah!" At the same time, I felt like I was in heaven, this feeling was even better.
At that moment, I completely forgot myself, forgot where I was, and only knew to pull in and out, pull out and out. She was also trying to suppress her moans, but she still
managed to let out "ah, oh, oh" sounds, while her hands roamed freely over my back, waist, and buttocks. Hearing her moans, I became even more frenzied.
I don't know how long I sat there, I just felt so tired, so I stopped and lay on top of her, panting and resting for a while.
She closed her eyes and kept whispering, "You're so good! So amazing!" "
I felt her stop. She opened her eyes, saw how tired I was, and said, 'Come on, let's change positions!' With that, she used both hands to
lower my body onto the bed, then, using her knees, she flipped herself onto me, pressing her hands against my shoulders,
moving her body up and down, withdrawing and entering my penis. Her position caused her breasts to sway up and down in front of me, and I
couldn't help but knead them with both hands. She closed her eyes again, her face expression unreadable, I couldn't tell if it was excitement or pain,
but she moved even faster. She made 'ah ah' sounds, and the place where our bodies met made 'slap slap'
sounds with the rapid contact of our flesh. " After a while, I heard her let out a soft "Ah," and she trembled as she collapsed limply onto me, saying, "I
can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" At that moment, I felt my penis being stimulated by rhythmic contractions. I had rested enough, so I rolled over and pinned
her down, my hands still kneading her breasts and body, taking the initiative.
She kept whispering in surprise, "Ah, ah... I... I can't take it anymore... Good... good brother... you... you're so amazing! You... you have mercy
... have mercy on me..."
At this point, I was aroused, how could I stop?
We continued like this for a while, my penis thrusting in and out of her body repeatedly. The only sounds in the car besides the engine's roar were the "slap slap" of
our bodies colliding. The stimulation grew stronger, and I unconsciously moved faster and faster. A surge of intense pleasure rushed
through my mind. I thrust my penis deep into her body, holding her limp body tightly, my body drenched in sweat. At the same time, I
felt several powerful spurts of semen shoot out from my penis, entering her body. My body trembled, feeling as if I
were soaring through the clouds.
This feeling lasted for an unknown amount of time before my thoughts returned to my body. Seeing
her still breathing heavily with her mouth open beneath me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion: I am a man now, and from now on, I am a man.

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