Love affair with Miss

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The story involves two young women, one named Xu and the other Xue, but in the end, only one of them became my friend.

Thank goodness, I almost fell for it.

When I was working as an art director in Shanghai, my income was quite good. You can guess which company it was; I certainly wouldn't be working as an ad at DDB at my age.

One weekend, I was taking the intercity express home. For such a short journey, there were two ticket prices: 85 and 47. I always went for the 85 because it was cleaner. That day, there weren't many people. I quickly glanced at my ticket and sat near the entrance, probably in carriage number ten. I didn't dislike this seat because to

my right, a girl was standing on tiptoe on a chair, saying goodbye to her family outside the window (the window was malfunctioning and wouldn't close). Being a friendly person, I stood up to help her pull the window down, but it was stuck tightly.

She saw me, turned around, smiled at me, and thanked me.

But I saw tears streaming down her face.

What a genuine girl!

Outside the window was a family, holding a child, also with tears in their eyes.

Unable to bear watching, I took out my phone to dial 21, but I was already somewhat expectant. What was it? I didn't know. Perhaps in a commercial city, the chance to see such a scene is rare.

The car started moving, and for a full twenty minutes I didn't disturb her, letting her speak first; I knew she would.

Finally, she spoke, saying, "Thank you."

I said, "You're welcome."

At that moment, I carefully admired her appearance—I like to use the word "admire," especially when it comes to women. Peach-shaped face, a slightly haggard expression, but with a pair of large, watery eyes, a high nose, and a not-so-small, moist mouth; she could be considered a beauty.

I don't want to ramble on about the conversation; compared to fantasies, the beginning is already quite long. She told me she was from Shanxi, owned a clothing store in an inland city, and was going there to run it. Her family (in Shanghai) had just seen her off because she would be gone for six months.

The whole way, she had her legs crossed on the soft seat; it was beautiful.

Three hours later, I arrived at my stop, while she still had more than ten hours to go.

It was already 11:30 PM. We exchanged phone numbers, and I carefully covered her with a blanket so she could sleep for a while; after all, the early March nights were still chilly.

Back home, I felt lost and disoriented, as if I'd lost something.

For the next few dozen days, we only contacted each other once or twice by phone, both from Taiyuan. She was still far away.

I quit my job and went home in late March. One day, while chatting at a friend's photography studio, my phone rang. It was her.

She was back and wanted to see me; she was in my hometown.

We arranged a place, and I took a taxi with a friend to a three-star hotel in the northern suburbs.

Although somewhat surprised, I finally saw her. She was no longer the innocent girl I'd seen before: a black dress, dark eyeshadow, suede high heels—a complete socialite. Where had my angel gone?

I still booked a private room for her, spending nearly a thousand yuan, which somewhat eased my longing.

I went home dejectedly. I lay in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep; it was almost two in the morning.

The phone rang again. Her voice said, "I have nowhere to sleep tonight. They told us to sleep in the private room, but it's too dirty. Can I sleep at your place?" They'd practically offered themselves up, so I said yes. She then said her cousin had been scalded by boiling water and asked if she could come over. I said yes, I live alone anyway, but there's only one bed. She said it was better than sleeping in the private room. Then she told them to take a taxi over, and I'd wait for them.

At this point, it seems a bit far-fetched. To be honest, I'd be skeptical if I read this story elsewhere, haha, but let's continue as a story.

That day, the weather was perfect; it poured rain, incredibly heavy. But it wasn't cold anymore, after all, it was April in Jiangnan.

When the phone rang again, they were already in the apartment complex, unable to get out of the taxi because her sister had a chest injury. I grabbed two umbrellas and rushed down. It was late at night, and in the heavy rain, the two beauties looked especially radiant in the dim light of the taxi. I took them home under the umbrellas.

Under the bright lights, everything felt like a dream. She needed to change her sister's dressing, so I suggested we shower first; everything was ready for us. I glanced at her sister; she was another beautiful woman, wearing a tank top that clung to her body from the rain (the downpour was too heavy for an umbrella), petite and small, only about 1.59 meters tall. Surprisingly, I felt no impure thoughts; my heart was filled with concern for them.

They generously stripped down to their underwear in my room, the two girls in their early twenties radiant, like two tulips. I picked up the cigarettes her sister had given me, smoked two, and by the time they finished showering, the room was filled with their fragrance. We chatted for a while longer, then went to bed.

My bed was large, designed to accommodate my height. I slept on the innermost side, Xue next to me, and Xu on the outermost side. I

tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, occasionally glancing up at them, as if in a dream.

At dawn, thunder began to rumble. I opened my swollen eyes and gently touched Xue, but there was no response. So, mustering my courage, I stroked her thigh. She immediately hugged me, and my penis instantly hardened. I reached down to her inner thigh and touched her vulva; the opening was small and wet. Almost simultaneously, her small hand grasped my penis and gently stroked it. We were both exhausted and didn't say a word.

We got straight to the point.

I rolled over, spread her legs, and gently inserted myself. Surprisingly, it was very loose. Her legs touched Xu, who smacked her lips, seemingly falling asleep again.

I began to gently thrust. Xue's expression was somewhat like crying; her eyes were closed, and she barely dared to breathe. So, I simply kissed her.

At this moment, Xue opened her beautiful eyes and whispered, "Let's go outside." We got off the bed, naked, grabbed a sheet, and closed the bedroom door.

Outside the bathroom, she took the sheet and began to spread it out, her round buttocks sticking up high, her heels showing the pink of a girl's feet. I was overcome with impulse, pushed her down, and thrust myself inside her. She immediately bent her legs, wrapping them around my waist, her expression seemingly one of unbearable pain. I kissed her, thrusting harder and harder. Then I asked her the question I was most interested in: "Your boyfriend hasn't done it in a long time, has he?"

She said yes, about two months. After such a long period of abstinence, even a virgin should be aroused.

Her breasts were bowl-shaped, not very firm (I later learned it was because of the abortion), bouncing up and down with my thrusts, very alluring.

The air in the living room was filled with lust.

She called my name in suppressed sobs, one arm around me, the other rubbing her clitoris, so wet that it soaked our thighs.

I felt I couldn't hold on much longer, so I grabbed her legs and lifted them up, exposing her vagina to me, then thrust in again, pounding away. She was going crazy, unable to touch me, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her vagina contracting in waves, her brows furrowed as she stared straight at me, her teeth clenched. I put her legs down, hugged her again, and thrust into her a dozen times before pulling out and ejaculating, all the way onto her snow-white neck.

She held me and kissed me for a while, then we smoked a cigarette. She murmured, "You're so good."

I knew it had been over an hour. I'm not a sex superman, but my penis is quite large, my erogenous zone is high, and my sensitivity is low; it takes a long time to ejaculate, a point I discussed after having sex with that nurse once.

We took a bath together and made love again in the bathroom, but I didn't ejaculate because I was too tired.

I took a day off and slept. At the time, I was still working for someone else.

The sky was dark, like night. Back in bed, the three of us slept soundly for a day.

For the next two months or so, the three of us lived together, sharing a bed. I also learned their true job: prostitutes.

During the day I'm at work, they're fast asleep; at night I'm sleeping, they're at work, coming home around 3

AM every day. Sometimes when I have time off, I'll go shopping or have dinner with her. Xue is very jealous; if I joke around with Xu for a while, she'll yell, "You motherfucker, you slut!" Very crude, that's probably what prostitutes are like.

I wonder how many of you have ever shared a bed with two girls. My experience is: I'm always sleep-deprived.

Xue and I sleep at one end, Xu at the other, sometimes I sleep in the middle, sometimes on one side. Almost every night, I'll grab Xu's slender feet and play with them in the dark, gently rubbing her firm calves. She'll gently kick my face with her toes. I really want to sleep with her, but I don't dare.

But the bad thing is, Xue and I developed feelings for each other after living together for about two weeks.

At first, no matter where I went, she would call me and then want to come with me. Then she cooked for me every day and slept holding me tightly. After discussing it, we bought Xu a bed and put it in another room.

Humans are emotional beings. After initially thinking it was impossible, I also fell for her. I genuinely cared for her, looked after her, and tried to persuade her to stay as a hostess and not go out with clients, hoping she could change jobs. Our relationship seemed to be getting better and better, until one day something happened.

That night, Xu came home alone. I asked where Xue was. She said she was drunk and wouldn't be coming home that night. I tried calling her cell phone, but it was off. My heart sank. I asked Xu where she was. She said she was at the Xihuamen Hotel. Those two bitches are always at odds, so it's not surprising that she's selling her sister now.

I immediately took a taxi to the Xihuamen Hotel.

After dealing with the difficult front desk, I arrived at the room and tried calling Xue's cell phone, but it was still off. I had no choice but to ring the doorbell.

"Who is it?"

"The person delivering the meal vouchers," I made up, believing she would recognize my voice.

After a long while, the door opened, and Xue stood in the doorway, dressed properly.

"Who else is inside?!"

"My two friends, we were chatting until late."

My blood rushed to my head, and I shoved the door open. Two men, around forty years old, were sitting there. One was on the phone, the TV was on, the sheets weren't made, and the room reeked of flesh. We froze there. One of the men awkwardly offered me a cigarette: "Xiaoxue drank too much tonight. Let her rest for a while before we take her home."

I'd never encountered anything like this before. I turned and left. Xue grabbed her purse and followed me, saying nothing.

Once outside the lobby, I was in a daze, completely disoriented. I could almost see those two old men naked, Xue lying on the bed, being taken advantage of by them, moaning and groaning. I was about to break down... Why?! Why did I fall for Xue? She's a whore, a real whore; I'm worlds apart from her in terms of education and family background, how could I have fallen for her?!

I saw through it all, laughing at myself for traveling all over the country and still believing in love.

I took a taxi home. It was already dawn. Xu had stayed with me all day; that bitch likes to do favors.

Xue still hadn't returned by evening. I knew she was too scared.

Xu rested at home watching TV. I said, "Keep me company tonight, okay?" She grinned and said, "Who wouldn't want a handsome guy like that?"

She knew what I needed right now.

That night, Xu pretended to move her pillow over and lay down next to me, saying some comforting words. We chatted for a while.

Xu was wearing a cheap perfume, very tacky, but definitely aphrodisiac. When we got to the part, we started playfully touching and rubbing against each other. I grabbed both of her small hands. In the darkness, Xu's eyes shone brightly.

What were we waiting for?

I reached out and lifted her tank top. Xu's breasts were quite large and firm, with large, dark nipples—a bit repulsive. The problem was that my penis was about to burst through my boxer shorts. I let go of her hand, pressed down on her, and sucked her nipples. I reached down to Xu's groin and stroked her hard. Xu's clitoris was erect and hard. Her vagina was much smaller than Xue's; Xue was the fast lane, Xu was the slow lane. Xu also went wild, reaching into my pants and grabbing my penis.

I impulsively wanted to kiss her alluring red lips, but she refused. So I took off her panties (Xu wore two layers to bed; after taking off her satin pajama bottoms, she had a small pair of briefs) and gave her oral sex.

My tongue went as deep as possible into her vagina. Xu's body tensed up, and her vagina was wet.

Suddenly, she muttered a curse and pushed me away. Before I could react, a warm sensation enveloped my penis—it was Xu's small mouth. Xu skillfully straddled me and gave me oral sex, seemingly unintentionally sticking her buttocks out in front of me.

I held her small but firm buttocks and licked the cleft that exuded feminine scent.

My tongue skills are pretty good, and Xu opened her mouth, moaning, her voice dazed.

I rolled over and pinned her down, wanting to have sex with her. She continued to provoke me with vulgar language. Since Xue wasn't around, she moaned freely, her small, short-stockinged legs spread wide, clearly visible in the brightly lit night of the city.

Xu's labia majora were smaller than most girls'. After finding her vaginal opening, I easily inserted halfway in. With the lubrication of saliva and saliva, I slowly began to move in and out. I was very considerate of a girl's body.

After she adjusted, we moved down a little because she had bumped her head on the headboard earlier.

At that moment, I thought of Xue and all those days and nights with her, and my penis immediately went soft.

Xu then did something I was very grateful for. She didn't curse, but like a considerate wife, she gave me oral sex again.

My penis hardened again, and as we tried to continue making love, I couldn't penetrate her. The previous secretions had dried, so I gave her oral sex again, first her vagina, then her anus, completely absorbed and without any inhibitions. At least at that moment, I felt Xu was better than Xue.

Xu said, "Hurry!"

I was in a daze.

My penis finally went in smoothly, and Xu was also very engaged. Her vagina was incredibly tight, which was strange. It seemed that she prioritized quality over quantity in her work. At that moment, I thought that what she said about only working as a hostess and not taking clients might actually be true.

We changed positions, with her on top, and I penetrated even deeper.

We were both panting in the darkness, looking into each other's eyes. After

about twenty minutes, I ejaculated without pulling out; it was a safe period.

She told me that her period had only ended two days ago. No

wonder she was so sexually aroused.

She lay on top of me until my penis softened, and then we separated.

I slept until dawn.

This was probably the most perfect sexual intercourse I've ever had.

Xue came back twice, took her things, and left. She's still in this city, working at a different nightclub.

Xu is back in Xi'an, married, and I hope she's happy.

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