The best time to meet the best you

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Let me introduce myself first. I'm a post-80s generation, born in a fifth-tier city in northern China. I've worked for over ten years since graduation, visiting major cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, as well as high-altitude border regions, before finally settling back in my hometown. Currently, I work for a leading, powerful physical retail company. I have a wife and son, and we live a comfortable life—not wealthy, but certainly not lacking in basic necessities.
In 2008, because of a new project my company had in City C in Southwest China, I had the opportunity to visit the area south of the Yangtze River for the first time since becoming an adult. After a year of hard work, the project was completed and running stably, requiring less effort at work, and I entered a relatively relaxed phase.
In the spring of 2009, as usual, I took the train from my hometown's provincial capital to Southwest China. At that time, there was no high-speed rail, so I had to buy a hard sleeper middle berth. The two-day, one-night journey was usually not very enjoyable, so I could only pass the time by reading e-books on my phone. This time was a little different. The girl in the lower bunk opposite me looked like a college student. She was about 80 out of 100 in looks, a little over 1.6 meters tall, and had the slender figure I preferred (I was young then and liked slender girls, but I later realized that a little bit of meat is more attractive). Her demeanor suggested she was an art major, and she completely captivated me. At
that time, I was still quite naive, meaning I had the desire but not the courage. The lovely girl was right in front of me, and I was itching to do something, but I just couldn't take that crucial step. After eyeing her for a whole day, and with our destination getting closer, I wasn't sure if she would get off at the same stop as me. With the mindset of "better to be embarrassed than miss out," I finally mustered up the courage to approach her and strike up a conversation. Once the unspoken understanding was established, things progressed naturally. The girl was poised and elegant, her eyes occasionally flashing a shy smile during our conversation, making it all the more irresistible. During our chat, I learned she was from the provincial capital where I had boarded the train, and she was going to university in City C. Since I had lived in the provincial capital for four years during my university years, I instantly felt like I had met a fellow townsman in a foreign land, and we found we had much in common to talk about, enjoying the journey immensely.
We arrived in City C in the blink of an eye. Since my company had sent a car to pick us up, I asked the driver to make a detour and take her back to her university, citing the distance and the inconvenience of her luggage. We exchanged QQ numbers and said goodbye.
I didn't ask for her phone number because I wasn't very talkative at the time. If I had asked for her number, I would have struggled with whether to call or not, which would have given me a lot of agonizing. Leaving her QQ number allowed me to maintain a safe distance and put her at ease. Actually, at that time, I wasn't planning anything to do with the girl; I just wanted to spend more time with her. After all, a girl's allure is irresistible to any normal man. As for how far things could develop, I really didn't think that much about it.
Later, we started communicating on QQ, from occasional greetings to long, scheduled chats every night, and then to being online 24/7 on mobile QQ. I could clearly feel that we were closing the distance at an uncontrollable speed. However, there was still an obstacle between us. The girl actually had a boyfriend, a local from City C and a classmate. From what the girl said, I learned that this guy was addicted to online games, skipped classes all year round, and basically neglected his beautiful girlfriend who was right next to him—a complete waste. But it was precisely because of their situation that I had an opportunity. Soon, we couldn't be satisfied with just online chatting and started dating in person. I remember our first date was to see a movie. There was a new film called "Valkyrie," starring Tom Cruise. We went to a shopping district that was quite far from where we both lived to watch it. After the movie, we ate at a popular South Korean barbecue restaurant. Over the course of the day, we gradually relaxed from our initial awkwardness, and something beyond friendship began to develop between us. However, nothing happened on this date, and we parted reluctantly. Our
second meeting was at the local zoo. This time, there was no shyness like the first time. Because I had done my research the day before, I knew all the animals in the zoo like the back of my hand, especially the alpaca, which was quite popular online at the time. It was the girl's first time seeing one, and she laughed hysterically as I explained it to her. And, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she put her arm around mine... To be honest, I got an erection instantly! But nothing happened this time either…
On our third date, the weather was already getting hot. I remember the girl appeared in front of me wearing transparent sandals, a t-shirt, and a short skirt. At that moment, I really wanted to take her right there and then, especially since after walking around for a while, she said the sandals were a bit uncomfortable and she didn't want to walk anymore. If it were now, I would definitely have gone along with it and suggested we find a place to rest. However, I was still a bit clueless back then and actually suggested going to a karaoke bar. So, the two of us, a lone man and a woman, spent the whole afternoon having fun at the karaoke bar. I then discovered that the girl was actually a very good singer, and I also had some talent in that area. We went from each of us choosing songs and singing solo to asking her to sing a duet. The girl also went from sitting upright on the sofa to leaning against me in a seductive way. At that moment, I thought, maybe things were really going to fall into place.
Finally, on the fourth time, one weekend evening, during our usual online chat, the girl mentioned that she hadn't watched TV in a long time and wanted to find a place to watch it. By this time, we had progressed to the point where we could talk freely about anything except sex. I offered to book a room for her and pick her up. She hesitated a little because she had an elective class the next day (actually, it was an internal struggle). This time, I didn't hesitate and decisively booked a room a little further from her school. Then I took a taxi to pick her up. On the way to school, I messaged her: "Will anything happen tonight?" She replied: "Let nature take its course," followed by a smiling emoji.
When we arrived at the hotel, I had already turned on the air conditioning and TV. Snacks, drinks, and playing cards were all ready (of course, there were also condoms, but I hid them in a corner). After flipping through a few channels and not knowing what to watch, I suggested playing cards. The loser would have to take off a piece of clothing and a deck of cards—a way to finally open her heart. She readily agreed. However, my distracted mind made me no match for the girl. I quickly lost my last piece of clothing, so I crawled into the cup and took off my underwear, throwing it out in front of her to prove that I was completely naked and unburdened. After that, I started to win big, winning all the way. The girl gradually took off her tight jeans and t-shirt, allowing me to see her body for the first time. She was wearing a black bra, with boxer briefs covering her round, perky buttocks. Underneath her half-cup bra, her high, firm breasts were accentuated, which I estimated to be a B cup. Considering her weight of less than 100 pounds, her figure was impeccable. With this series of erotic real-life displays, I was like a powder keg scorched by the sun under the covers, my little brother ready to explode at the slightest spark. As the girl lost her last two pieces of underwear, she crawled into the covers like me. At this point, we were naked facing each other. The girl's eyes were languid, and her breathing gradually became heavy and awkward.
I asked, "If things go naturally, what's next..." Before I could finish, the girl's fragrant lips pressed against mine. Yes, this was the spark that ignited the powder keg. No more words or eye contact were needed; we only needed to use the most primal human physical actions to express our desire for each other. The girl's skin was smooth and fair. Although her breasts weren't huge, they were firm and upright. Her two red nipples trembled as they welcomed my caresses. Under the gentle kneading of my two fingers, the girl let out soft moans, and her whole body began to tremble. Clearly, this was her sensitive area. I rolled over and lay on top of her, gently pressing her slender body beneath me. Our tongues intertwined thirstily. My hands moved from the girl's chest to her buttocks, kneading along her rounded buttocks to the base of her thighs. With a little probing, I noticed that the girl's pubic hair was quite thick and already very wet. It seemed that she was deeply aroused. At this moment, I knelt down beneath the girl as a missionary and slowly pushed my long-erect penis into her honey hole. The girl was different from all the other women I had ever been with. First, she had a unique fragrance between her lips and teeth. At first, I thought it was the effect of lipstick, but later I found out it was her own natural fragrance. Second, the entrance to her honey hole was very tight. The first time I entered her, I almost doubted that it was her first time.
As my penis entered, the girl's expression gradually shifted from pain to satisfaction. After adjusting to her tightness, I slowly began to thrust. Her vagina was very lubricated, and I could feel the folds of her inner walls. If I hadn't restrained myself, I might have ejaculated inside her. However, after the initial adjustment period, I gradually got into the swing of things, increasing my speed and force. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, witnessing firsthand how this artistic beauty was at my mercy. Her hands gripped my wrists tightly, her breasts turned rosy, and they swayed violently with the rhythm. Her moans also... It grew larger and larger, and with my full-throttle thrusts, it almost turned into a scream, her expression a mixture of satisfaction and pain. Looking back now, that was truly the best years of a man's life, a young body brimming with vitality, like a perpetual motion machine that never stopped. Under my downward thrusts, the girl's supple legs were almost pressed against her chest—this was the position she often mentioned she loved most, as if I had magically conjured her into a ball. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of thrusting, my pent-up essence finally erupted inside her. Only after her breathing gradually calmed down did I slowly withdraw, clean myself up a bit, and then embrace the sweaty girl.
After resting for a while, perhaps because she was satisfied, the girl didn't seem to mind playing with my penis, muttering to herself as she took it into her mouth. This was an experience I had never had before; I realized how explosively pleasurable oral sex could be. The girl skillfully teased my penis with her lips and tongue, causing my penis, which had just rested, to quickly become erect again, and I ejaculated once more in her mouth.
After that, we spent the whole night in a cycle of cleaning, flirting, making love, then cleaning again, flirting again, and making love again. It's no exaggeration to say that we really did it five times in one night. The girl's sensitive body was soaked with sweat, so we moved from the bed, the sofa, the bathroom, to the window. When the two of us woke up exhausted, it was already high in the sky.
The girl told me that the reasons she was willing to be with me were firstly because of my appearance (I'm quite confident in this aspect), secondly because I didn't immediately ask for her phone number when we first met, thirdly because I was polite and gentlemanly on our first few dates, and fourthly because her gaming boyfriend was cold towards her, and this gaming geek was a premature ejaculator who never gave her an orgasm. She frankly said, "After sleeping with you, I don't want him to touch me again."
And so, we began a relationship we couldn't share with anyone, yet it became unforgettable. Naturally, she broke up with her gaming boyfriend, and we spent over a year living like a couple, dating, booking hotels, and dating again in the vast city of C. We were a very compatible pair, a perfect match in love, and considerate and caring towards each other in life. Because we shared many hobbies, we had endless things to talk about.
A phrase that often came to mind was: "If only it could continue like this forever."
However, the reality is that I got married a year ago. Although she didn't mind, we couldn't truly be together. A little over a year later, I was transferred from city C for work, and the girl returned to her hometown after graduation, starting a job, dating, and getting married.
During this time, we met a few times, and although each time was a long-awaited reunion, we could still chat happily as before, expressing our longing for each other, and then enjoying our familiar bodies and positions in bed.
Later, we met less and less. Through her social media, I learned that she was in love, married a good husband, had a child, and had a stable job in a public institution; she was very happy.
Now, I often travel to the provincial capital for business trips and meetings. Every time, I message the girl to let her know I'm there. Sometimes she replies, but more often she remains silent. Even so, I tell her when I leave the provincial capital, "I'm leaving, take care."
Occasionally, I receive a reply from her, and we can arrange a phone call. I listen carefully to her voice, imagining what she looks like on the other end of the line—whether she still smiles shyly like that. I imagine what it would be like if we met again—whether she would still unconsciously take my arm.
Life made us like parallel tracks, so close, yet forever separated. Yet, all these years later, she remains the girl I'll never forget. Perhaps it's because she was the first woman outside of my marriage, perhaps it's because of our unspoken understanding and passion in bed, perhaps it's because of our compatible personalities.
She appeared in my best years, illuminating my sky like a comet, then slowly drifted away, disappearing into the night. I know we'll meet again someday, but no one knows when that comet will return.
Wishing you a peaceful life, Qi~

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