A Past Event

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In high school, I was a handsome guy, 180cm tall, and many girls liked me. I ignored most of them, but this girl, Xiaoxin, was different. What made her special was that she didn't show any interest in me; she was lukewarm at all. This piqued my curiosity, so I started to approach her. She was an average student, so our seats were far apart because our seating was arranged according to exam scores. During breaks, I would intentionally or unintentionally chat with classmates near her seat, discussing study methods, etc. Gradually, she also became interested in my study methods, and we started chatting together. Slowly, we... We got to know each other better. I'd often go to her seat and wait for her to ask me questions, and I'd patiently answer them for her. Our feelings deepened gradually. After evening self-study, we'd intentionally stay a little longer to discuss things in the classroom. Once most of the other students had left, we'd start talking about things unrelated to studies—family, hobbies, and who was dating. Whenever we talked about someone being in a relationship, she'd blush slightly and nervously turn her face away. Seeing that the time was right, I confessed my feelings to her. She was surprised and asked, "Why me? You're so outstanding! I can't believe it."
I said, "I like down-to-earth, ambitious girls. I don't like vain girls who focus on dressing up and getting compliments. You're exactly what I like." And so we fell in love. As always, we stayed out late after evening self-study sessions. Of course, we started kissing and hugging. I always had a reaction. When I hugged her, my little brother would try to stick his head out. I was very scared at the time, afraid that she would notice the abnormality in my lower body. I always hugged her sideways. Men are born lustful, and I started thinking about how to get her.
Every Saturday and Sunday, I would invite her to my house, ostensibly to study together. My parents wouldn't object to this, and they were happy to provide a quiet environment for us. One weekend, my parents happened to be away, and I saw my chance. I hugged her and started kissing her. She hugged me back, and our tongues intertwined in our mouths. I slipped my hand inside her clothes, and she trembled violently, grabbing my hand and blushing, saying no. I said it was just touching, we wouldn't do anything inappropriate. She loosened her grip slightly, and I took the opportunity to forcefully slip my hand inside her bra. Her breasts weren't large; I could easily grasp one in my hand. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman, and my penis quickly became erect, hard and pressing against my jeans, causing a painful sensation. I intensified my stroking of her breasts. Her breasts started to react; her eyes narrowed, and she began to moan softly. My hand slowly moved down, intending to slip it under her belt and into her genitals. I reached inside and touched her panties. Just as my fingers were about to slip inside, she refused to let me go any further, saying we were too young and should wait until we were older. I said I felt uncomfortable, but she insisted that it wouldn't work; her first time should be given to her man, and we should wait until marriage. I had already touched a little pubic hair. I was so impatient and uncomfortable at that moment. She gripped my belt tightly with one hand and pulled my hand with the other. How could a seemingly delicate girl have such strength? My hand was pinched painfully, so I gave up. I tried several more times during middle school, but without success. I thought maybe she really was a virgin and had conservative ideas. Later, after the college entrance exam, I went to a good university in a provincial capital in the south, while she went to a vocational college in a small city in the north. We were separated by distance, our feelings gradually faded, and we eventually broke up.
Years later, we met again. I didn't know whether to feel joy or sorrow. I was joyful to see my first love again, but sorrowful because I had failed so badly back then. My expression probably betrayed some of my sorrow. She also seemed a little awkward, making small talk with me. She asked what I was doing there, and I said I needed to see her boss. She said the boss was in a meeting, and suggested I sit in her office for a while. So I went into her office. In her office, I snapped out of my nervous memories and started observing her every detail. She no longer had the youthful glow of her younger days; now she had the air of a mature woman, or as they say, she had a certain charm. She wore light makeup and had a distinctly elegant air about her, emanating a subtle, captivating fragrance. Wearing a low-cut dress, I was mesmerized. She laughed and said, "If you keep looking, you'll be unable to look away." Embarrassed, I looked away. A little while later, the boss returned, and I went to the boss's office to discuss work. When I left, I went to her office to get her phone number and QQ number before leaving with my colleague. On the way back to work, a colleague asked me who that was, saying, "Do you know how obvious your lecherous look was earlier?" Embarrassed, I replied, "My ex-girlfriend..."
When I got to work, I called her, saying I didn't expect to see her again and wanted to invite her to lunch. She readily agreed, and we arranged to have lunch together the next day; I would pick her up from work. I dressed up carefully for the occasion. After work at noon, I drove to her workplace to wait for her. To my relief, she had also dressed up carefully before coming to see me. I had a vague feeling: there was hope! We went to a Sichuan restaurant. I knew she liked spicy food, and she happily said, "You haven't forgotten I like spicy food?" I said, "Of course." We ate and chatted, and when we talked about how she was already married, I stared at her in surprise, speechless for a long time, my disappointment evident. She noticed my disappointment and murmured, head bowed, "We were destined to be apart." I noticed her eyes were wet with tears. She still held a place for me deep in her heart. Since things had come to this, let's just be good friends. There was nothing we could do about it. From then on, we kept in touch often.
Once, after a class reunion, it was still early, and everyone said they wanted to go out and have some more fun. We, on the same wavelength, made an excuse and slipped away. I drove her to a remote, sparsely populated suburb instead of taking her home. We kissed passionately in the car. I roughly pulled off her clothes, unhooked her bra, and greedily kissed her breasts. They weren't very big. She moaned softly, that familiar moaning sound. I wasn't as careful as I used to be. I reached straight into her panties and touched her already wet labia. My fingers went in. Her vagina was so soft and resilient. I started to dig in hard, two fingers, three fingers. She cried out wildly, her cries growing louder. I couldn't care less. I pulled down her pants and then my own, down to my knees. Just as I was about to enter her, she grabbed my head and hair, saying irrationally, "Why didn't you show up sooner? Where were you?" She started crying, crying so hard, her fists hitting me. A pang of pain shot through me. It turned out we still loved each other. I couldn't continue. We just sat there awkwardly, silently. She put on her clothes and began to tell me about her life. I listened quietly, smoking. She talked about her husband, saying they were very happy when they first got married. Every time her husband came back from a business trip, he would rush home and have sex with her without even taking off his clothes. But after a while, her husband lost interest in sex, and they wouldn't have sex for a month or two. Sometimes she would cry in distress and masturbate. I held her tightly, heartbroken, unable to say a word. Her husband called, urging her to come home, so I took her home. On the way home, she asked me if I really wanted her. I said yes, I had a few years ago, and even more so now. She said she was waiting for her call. I said okay, and took her home, then went home too.
Life seemed normal, busy with work every day, but I waited anxiously for her call. Was I making a mistake? Was I letting her make a mistake? The phone rang. She said she had time on Saturday night, and that I should go take a shower that afternoon. She wanted to give me this Saturday. I excitedly agreed repeatedly. Saturday arrived, and in the afternoon I took a shower, picked her up from the bathhouse where she bathed, had a quick meal outside, and then drove to that place again. I was afraid to go to a hotel, worried about being arrested by the police or running into acquaintances. This time, however, I was really going to have her, and the initial impulse was gone. I smoked, avoiding eye contact as we chatted. Then, I steeled myself, threw away the cigarette, and leaned close to her, looking into her eyes. Her eyes told me she longed for me, she needed me. We hugged tightly, kissing each other passionately, and I slowly caressed her... Shoulders, arms, she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing her earlobe, her favorite spot. I slowly licked her earlobe with my tongue, reaching down to touch her breasts, my fingers constantly playing with her nipples. She moaned softly. I unbuckled her belt, pulled down the edge of her panties, and slipped my hand inside. Her pubic hair was thick; she wasn't the girl she used to be. My fingers teased her labia, my middle finger gently rubbing her clitoris. She was a sensitive woman; she cried out, her juices flowing freely, so much so that it wet my fingers.
She started grabbing my penis, gently rubbing it through my pants. I was already rock hard, so I unbuckled my belt, revealing my already impatient member, and brought it to her mouth. Without hesitation, she took it in, her little tongue teasing my nerves. My penis felt like it was about to burst from her ministrations. I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her back, sliding my fingers down her buttocks and into her vagina, bending and pressing them against the vaginal walls. She said she wasn't very sensitive and didn't need too much stimulation. Indeed, she was constantly wet with vaginal fluid. Her face was slightly flushed as she looked at me and said, "Come in, I can't take it anymore." So I put her on a chair and pressed her onto the "makeshift bed," rubbing her clitoris with my swollen, purplish glans. She grabbed my penis, looking at me with fiery eyes, and tried to shove it inside. I had already lost all sense of reason, and without hesitation, I thrust in, all the way to the bottom. She let out a loud "Ah!" in pleasure; the feeling of penetration was truly amazing.
Without hesitation, I began thrusting in and out, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other echoing with her wanton cries. The entire car was filled with lewd moans and groans. We changed positions, but unfortunately, Xiaoxin didn't know the woman-on-top position, so we had to go in from behind. To my delight, although her breasts were small, her buttocks were incredibly beautiful and perfectly sized. Looking at her snow-white buttocks, I reached in and squeezed them hard a couple of times. I mounted her, gripping her buttocks with both hands, and quickly thrust in and out a dozen times before plunging in deeply and forcefully. She seemed to have been in a long time, crying out in ecstasy, no longer just moaning, but shouting with abandon. I was also stimulated by her cries and quickly thrust in and out, shallow and deep. Suddenly, she stopped holding onto the back seat and leaned over it, grabbing my hands tightly behind her back. Her cries were rapid, and her body trembled slightly. I knew she had orgasmed, and I was excited to ejaculate. Just as I was about to pull out and ejaculate, she cried out, "Don't come out, just ejaculate inside!" I lost my mind. My throbbing penis pressed against her vaginal walls, and several streams of hot semen shot deep inside her. I lay on her back, panting heavily. She exclaimed happily, "You were so fast! How are you so good?" I pretended to be angry and said, "I already knew that when you asked me to do it years ago." We
wiped ourselves with tissues from the car, not rushing to put on our clothes. We lay down on the car seats. I smoked, and she climbed over, leaning on my shoulder. We chatted, her little hands constantly stroking my penis. After a while, seeing that it was getting aroused again, she asked me if we could do it again. I said sure, it depends on your skill. She buried her head and started giving me oral sex. She was quite skilled. After a while, I got up again and released on her again before we got dressed. I drove straight to the store and bought emergency contraception. I gave her the pill, and from then on, we always used condoms during sex, afraid of getting pregnant.
I got married and had children of my own. We gradually saw each other less, busy with our own families, but we remained good friends.

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