Now, back then

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A few rays of intense sunlight peeked through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft glow on my smooth skin. My skin, hair, muscles, and bones were vividly clear. I lay back on the deep purple leather sofa, my legs naturally parted, my gaze fixed quietly on the chandelier. It was an empty afternoon; the power within me seemed to have nowhere to go, surging through my body, only calmed by the occasional wet friction against my glans.

The girl buried her head between my legs, her long black hair cascading down her side, obscuring most of her face. Only her sharply defined jawline could be seen moving from side to side with her mouth. At that moment, her small mouth held my penis tightly, her tongue swirling around the glans. I reached out and brushed aside the stray hairs obscuring her eyes, looking at her eyes closed in pleasure.

"It's been almost three years since we last met, hasn't it?" I asked casually.

"...Mmm," she replied, her voice nasal, without stopping her mouth.

I stroked her beautiful hair, which swayed as she sucked, with my fingers. "I really miss you, I miss everything about you, I miss everything we had," the words escaped my lips.

Her movements paused noticeably, then she changed her position and sucked even harder, making my penis thrust back and forth between her lips and throat like a chick pecking at rice.

An uncontrollable pleasure shot from my genitals to my brain. I gripped her head tightly with both hands, involuntarily thrusting my hips forward, pushing my penis to even greater heights. She seemed to have anticipated this, adding more pressure to her lips, making the head of my penis bob up and down between her teeth even more forcefully. In the midst of the waves of pleasure, she suddenly stopped, giving me a moment to catch my breath. But I knew that orgasm was imminent. She suddenly tightened her cheeks, instantly increasing the negative pressure in her mouth. My glans and penis were tightly enveloped by her teeth and mouth, without a single gap, and my brain was filled with nothing as well. She gently pressed her hands against the testicles buried in the dark forest in front of her, using this as leverage to slowly tilt her head back. The penis, coated in thick saliva, was pulled out of her mouth piece by piece with a "pop," the thick glans slipping out with white saliva dripping down. Her small mouth remained slightly open, the thick white mixture of saliva and semen faintly visible. Her eyes, however, were not open, but rather glistened with tears. I straightened up, rushed to her mouth, and kissed her tightly, my tongue plunging directly into her mouth. There, I encountered sweet saliva and bitter semen. I was transported back to those passionate days of youth, seeing again her shy yet fiery self and my own confused yet impulsive self.

A phone ring ended our passionate kiss. She showed me her phone, labeled "Husband," indicating I should be quiet, and then answered the phone.

"Hey, Zhang Jian, I'm discussing a design plan with a client..."

I wasn't interested in their conversation. I got up and walked to the window, looking at the tall buildings outside through the half-drawn curtains. A sense of loss welled up inside me, and a surge of jealousy welled up uncontrollably. Yes, I had to admit I still loved this woman. Her husband's call made me uncomfortable, even though it didn't make any sense.
Her name was Su Qingqing.

That year, Qingqing was 22 years old, fresh out of college and working as a designer at a decoration company. She was innocent and enthusiastic, and like many girls, she was full of passion for love. After starting work, she quickly found a boyfriend in the same industry and began her ordinary life. Her boyfriend didn't work at the same company as her. They rented an apartment in the city, going to their respective jobs during the day and coming home together in the evening, living a cohabiting life like other couples, and planning to get married at the right time.

At 7 a.m., Qingqing woke up along with the city. She heard people talking outside the window. She rubbed her eyes, turned to look at her boyfriend who was still fast asleep, and couldn't help but smile inwardly. Last night's frenzied lovemaking had left the man exhausted. His vigorous thrusts had brought her satisfying pleasure and allowed her to sleep soundly. In the days since, she had given herself to this man, but her mind was a blur about the future. She wasn't sure if this man was her future; she felt a blurring of sex and love in her mind. "Sigh," she sighed softly. "Whatever," she thought, "who can predict the future?"

At that moment, a hand reached out and tightly grasped one of Qingqing's breasts, beginning to knead it. The pink nipple swayed with the movements, quickly becoming slightly erect. Her delicate breast was deformed by the kneading, and she felt a slight pain, yet this pain contained a surfing-like pleasure. She involuntarily thrust her breasts high, accepting the ravaging with even greater pleasure. Her boyfriend, aroused, sat up abruptly, lifting her petite lower body from the waist and placing her in front of him. Her buttocks were raised, legs spread, her vulva facing his face. Qingqing gasped, quickly covering her private parts with her hands, her face flushed with shyness, and scolded, "What are you doing?" Looking at her shy face, her boyfriend said with satisfied lust, "I want to taste what you're like down there." She became even more embarrassed, quickly saying, "No, I'm embarrassed." Her boyfriend, caught up in the moment, couldn't stop. He supported her buttocks with his left hand, using his right to pry open her hands covering her vulva. A pink forest was revealed. He extended his tongue, ready to enter this moist place, but suddenly stopped. He saw a thick, white liquid at the entrance of her delicate vagina—vaginal discharge after a night's sleep.

This was completely unexpected; what he saw was entirely beyond his understanding of sex. In his view, sex was something high-class, a sophisticated enjoyment of mind and body, clean and warm. The secretion seemed to instantly pull him back to the reality of excrement and urine, and the impulse in his mind was also pulled back. The hand that was supporting Qingqing's fair buttocks suddenly lost its strength, and her lower body, which had been lifted high, fell back onto the bed. Qingqing looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why he had stopped. This made her breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, a considerable amount of disappointment welled up inside her. Yes, she had never had her genitals sucked before. Although she was shy, she didn't mind trying it from the bottom of her heart, and even looked forward to it a little. However, her shyness prevented her from saying this expectation out loud, and she could only bury it deep in her heart, not knowing when it would erupt.

Seeing Qingqing's surprised and suspicious look, he hesitated on how to explain. After an awkward moment, he still said, "Baby, there's something white down there. Let's go take a shower."

Qingqing reached down and touched it. A sticky feeling came from her fingers. She suddenly understood and replied embarrassedly, "Oh, okay, let's go take a shower." Then she got up and went to the bathroom.

Warm water poured down, and she washed her hair and entire body, paying special attention to cleaning her vaginal opening. Thinking about the embarrassment she had just experienced, her cheeks flushed.

[The End]

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