A semester-long romance with a Bulgarian girl

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Christmas is almost here again, and every year when I pass by that dormitory building around this time, I think of a Bulgarian girl. I feel a little nostalgic and a little wistful. Because she changed me, to some extent, in my relationships.

Let me introduce myself first. I'm an international student studying in Germany. There are many international students at my university, mainly from Asia (Chinese students make up a large proportion, but that's irrelevant to today's story, hehe) and other European and American countries.

Those who know might know that there's a student exchange program in Europe called Erasmus. Through Erasmus, you can choose universities around the world that offer similar programs to study at. The exchange period is usually one semester to one academic year, and the credits earned can be transferred.

So many young people from European and American universities use this program to travel and experience life in other countries. So every time school starts, you'll find that your classmates have changed again, and there are many new faces.

Of course, they're all young people, you know, besides studying, another purpose is to make friends abroad and experience the handsome men and beautiful women there.

When this story happened, I had broken up with my girlfriend for about four months, and suddenly I had a lot more free time. I spent my time either at the school library, playing soccer, swimming, doing part-time jobs, or just staying home and playing Dota with my Chinese classmates. That's the background.

At the start of the winter semester in 2013, I went to the college to check the course schedule and happened to stumble upon the college's welcome event. A large group of people were gathered in the lobby eating cake and drinking coffee (foreign parties are so boring).

As I went upstairs to the department office, I saw a girl hesitating and lingering. I didn't pay much attention and kept walking, but when I passed her, she called out to me.

That's when I took a closer look at her. She was quite tall, almost 1.7 meters (I'm 178cm tall and weigh 76kg), wearing blue skinny jeans with a thin white down jacket and heeled boots. Her brown hair looked shiny, and she had a full figure but wasn't fat, with a full bust and sexy thighs and buttocks. Her face was unmistakably Eastern European, with blue eyes and meticulously groomed eyebrows that looked beautiful against her fair skin. She didn't have the delicate features of typical Asian girls, but she possessed a unique charm.

It turned out she was an exchange student in the Erassus program, studying at our school for a semester, and happened to be in the same department and semester as me. Because her German wasn't very good, she was struggling with course selection and was planning to ask the student counselor.

I said, "Since we're in the same department and semester, I can help you choose your courses."

So we went to the library together, and based on past experience, I quickly helped her. Afterwards, she bought me coffee, and we chatted. She was from Bulgaria, her name was Y, and she didn't have any friends here. Her classmates were from other majors, and they didn't spend much time together. She was so glad to have met me.

I didn't think much of it; I was just happy to have met a girl. We added each other on Facebook and then went home.

Time flew by. Y had a friendly personality and quickly made friends with other students, and we often went to the library and hung out together. Other classmates always teased Y and me because after I helped her the first time, she would come to me for help with her studies every time (seriously!).

Before we knew it, it was Christmas Eve. School would be closed for almost two weeks for Christmas, and many international students would go home. Y was also preparing to go back to Bulgaria and planned to have a party in her dorm before leaving. I won't go into the details, but parties abroad are mostly about eating snacks, drinking, and chatting—far less exciting than a proper dinner party in China.

I lost a game and was punished by having to stay and clean the kitchen before I could leave.

My classmates, as usual, teased me, saying I deliberately let her win so I could be alone with her (actually, I didn't; we were playing a foreign board game, and I definitely would have won if it were Three Kingdoms Kill—). The last Italian guy to leave even winked at me.

While I was washing dishes in the kitchen, Y came over with a grin and told me to wash them thoroughly, as she was going to take a shower first.

At that moment, my heart skipped a beat. When a girl tells you she's going to take a shower, it means you're already quite close. But I didn't dare think too much about it, because relationships between Asian men and European women are so rare in China. A while later, Y came over after her shower. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was only wearing a nightgown; her figure was voluptuous, her breasts swaying, and her buttocks, round and pert, were encased in the nightgown. Even more alluring were her long, white legs—a white different from the white of most girls, a pinkish-white, incredibly tempting. Her delicate feet were slender and elegant, with red nail polish. She walked over and stood beside me.

She smiled and said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and wash the dishes."

If I didn't react to her like this, something was definitely wrong. My mind went completely blank; only one thought remained: fuck her. I dried my hands, turned, and embraced her.

Sure enough, I was right. She was waiting too. Almost simultaneously, she wrapped her arms around my neck and passionately kissed me.

We embraced, our tongues greedily swirling and sucking in each other's mouths, our hands involuntarily caressing each other's bodies.

I first grasped the buttocks I'd longed for, a wonderful sensation washing over me, making me want to knead them into every shape imaginable.

My hands slid down her buttocks to her thighs, then between her legs, where a soaking wet thong blocked my way—she was the wetter-looking girl I'd ever seen.

We reached the room then, and ignoring the sticky mess on my hands, I ripped off her nightgown. Her breasts bounced out like little rabbits.

I took her pink nipple into my mouth, eliciting a wanton moan from her. She then stripped me naked, pulled down my underwear, and bent down to take my penis (my average size, actually 15.5cm, but I claimed it was 16cm…I was quite satisfied with the girth) into her mouth, making smacking noises.

After a while, she snuggled into my arms again, her face flushed, one hand gripping my penis and stroking it up and down, her lower body writhing.

I felt the foreplay was enough, so I got up and pushed her down on the bed, pulling her long, white legs and dragging her to the edge of the bed. The movements were somewhat intense and proactive. She seemed surprised by this change, but mostly delighted.

Her panties had long been tossed aside, and her genitals left wet marks wherever I touched them. I

admired her closely; her vulva was a clean, pinkish color, and the recently shaved pubic hair was golden. I

rubbed my penis against her vulva, arousing her desire. Until her legs straightened, and she gasped and moaned, I thrust in forcefully, and we both let out a groan of pure pleasure.

There was no technique; it was a complete release of passion. We tried doggy style and cowgirl, finally pressing her legs down into a U-shape. After a final sprint and orgasm, I pulled out and ejaculated onto her lower abdomen.

In the afterglow of our lovemaking, she nestled in my arms like a kitten, occasionally nuzzling against me. It was quite cold outside, but her room was filled with the warmth of spring.

She kissed me and talked to me; she'd liked me after only a month of knowing me, but since I never made the first move, she hadn't felt comfortable expressing it.

I mentioned that Asian men aren't very popular, and she said it had nothing to do with where you're from, it's mainly about personality. She liked my enthusiasm and humor, my patience in helping her, and my conscientiousness.

When the topic turned to penis size, I said we all felt European men had large penises, which affected our confidence in dating European women.

She only said one thing: "I just had several orgasms, it's one of the best sexual experiences I've ever had. How can you not be confident?" (Oops, but I was still happy to hear that.) During our chat, I learned that she had a boyfriend in Bulgaria… because she hadn't had sex for several months after arriving in Germany, and since she had feelings for me, she couldn't help but want to sleep with me (this is very common among international students, so it's best not to get involved in long-distance relationships!).

Once the first time, we crossed the line, and then it happened again and again. We often went on dates after that, maintaining a lewd relationship, and we created many beautiful memories.

She didn't object to me taking photos as souvenirs. Unfortunately, she went back to Bulgaria after her exchange program ended, and we haven't seen each other since, only occasionally exchanging greetings on social media.

However, since having sex with her, I've started trying to date foreign girls, and sometimes they're much easier to get than Chinese girls.

And they know it's a one-night stand, so even if we don't contact each other afterward, I don't worry about being harassed. I plan to play around for a few more years, and then settle down and get married.

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