My Extramarital Affair with Her - Part 1

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She was my first love 10 years ago, or more accurately, it was a purely platonic relationship before.

My hometown is in the countryside. Back then, my family was poor. In the first year of junior high, she

transferred to a different class in our school. I was always one of the top students,

and the competition among us was fierce. Her grades were also excellent. So, teachers and other classmates often

talked about her; she was cheerful, and her English was excellent. I only knew

about . One day after class, I bumped into her on the playground. I found her to be quite lively and cheerful, with a

pretty, doll-like face. While not a stunning beauty, she was quite cute and had a certain charm, a unique

girlish quality. That year, we had almost no contact. We only saw

each other's grades and rankings after each exam.

In the second year of junior high, we were divided into fast and slow classes, and coincidentally, we were assigned to the same class, thus beginning

our complicated relationship that lasted for over 10 years. At that time, she sat at the desk directly in front of me. Because I

excelled in subjects like history, geography, and politics, which were her weaknesses, she often turned to me for help. I was

very introverted and quiet back then, a complete bookworm, and I always blushed when talking to girls, so

she often teased me. My English wasn't as good as hers, so I sometimes asked her for help too, but our relationship remained purely

academic.

In our final year of junior high, the workload was heavy, but somehow she would secretly slip me little notes. These notes were always

filled with interesting stories about other classmates, like who had a fight with whom, who was dating whom, who was difficult to get along with

, her own joys and sorrows, and other random things. I would

add my own replies and secretly pass them to her. This was our only way of communicating back then.

Near graduation, everyone wrote graduation messages, and she wrote the most in my notebook—

three or four pages long. She said she hoped I wouldn't forget her, my little sister, no matter where I went in the future (we addressed

each ).

After graduating from junior high school, we each got into two prestigious high schools in different regions. We continued to keep in touch by letter

, mainly about our lives, studies, and school life. During those three years, she made

several special trips to visit me at my school to celebrate my birthday, and I also visited her at her school once.

To be honest, I did like her quite a bit back then, but it was mainly just a good

friendship and classmate relationship. I wasn't sure if it was love (now I think it was probably a budding

romance).

Because my family's economic situation was very poor, I was born into a farming family.

Her family was well-off, and she had a registered household. In those days, household registration

represented .

So I was always very insecure and introverted, but also more mature, stable, and rational than most people. I didn't dare

to confess my feelings to her.

I was afraid of being rejected and ridiculed. Instead, I often wrote to her telling her which girls at our school were pretty, who

had a crush on me, and who had written me love letters. She would get very angry every time she received these letters and say she was going to

come and investigate. But after a while, everything would calm down again.

Because we were both academically gifted and focused too much on our studies, before graduation, she asked me about my future

plans. I said I'd take things as they come, and if I got into university, I'd spend a few years there. We'd likely

live, study, and work in different environments, and the distance between us might grow wider because our circumstances

and living environments were so different. But I would always consider her a good friend.

Because of those words, she ignored me for almost a month. (I only learned 10 years later that she

hoped we would become a couple after high school graduation, hoping I would confess first, rather than her taking the initiative

. But I had no such intentions; my words implied we should go our separate ways.

So she thought I had no feelings for her. She felt humiliated, saying her parents knew she had feelings for me

and didn't object.)

After the college entrance exam results came out, we went to different universities. She went to a university within the province, while I went to one

outside the province . And we chose completely different majors.

In our first year, we still corresponded frequently, but we never talked about how to

handle .

In my sophomore year, the new environment and my father's successful career change, which greatly improved his financial situation

, relieved my financial pressure. Unconsciously, I also overcame my

deep-seated inferiority complex and introversion. I was busy with my studies and professional development, serving as class monitor and student council president.

The workload was heavy, and

I became a top student and a student leader. So, I gradually wrote to her less, and she

did the same.

One day, I received a letter from her saying she already had a boyfriend at school and wanted to end our

relationship, which hadn't even begun.

I was extremely disappointed and frustrated. But considering the distance between us, there was little hope anyway. Besides, she

was like a saint in my eyes; I didn't even have the courage to touch her and ruin everything, let alone hope she could

become my girlfriend. I replied that I agreed, and my tone was resolute,

ending the relationship. Then we disappeared from each other's contact. I forced myself not to think about her, as if she no longer existed. I continued my fulfilling studies and work

at school . 　　In my junior year of college, perhaps because there were so many couples around me, or perhaps out of envy (but definitely not because I was lonely or simply looking for a companion), and because several nice girls were interested in me, I accepted the feelings of a female classmate from Chongqing. We fell in love, and we fully enjoyed everything that a couple should experience. 　　She was 1.64 meters tall, slightly chubby, but emotionally sensitive, very caring and considerate, with fair and smooth skin, and a shy and gentle demeanor. I really liked her. In the second semester of our junior year, we were both preparing for internships. With the help of the school's higher-ups, they helped me land a job at a good Hong Kong-owned company in Guangzhou. 　　My girlfriend, being an only child, had parents who insisted she return to Chongqing, and being very filial, she had no choice but to listen to them.

My parents wanted me to go south with them,

but they said it was impossible for me to make that happen. I didn't want to go to Chongqing; I felt there was no future there. So, we parted ways amicably and rationally,

and I went south to Guangdong.

(Even today, 10 years later, she hasn't contacted me, and I haven't contacted her either. Last year, I heard from other university

classmates that she's now teaching at a middle school in Chongqing, and is married with children. I will always

wish happiness.)

During my internship in Guangdong, because I studied diligently and was willing to work hard, after a month I was already proficient in

many tasks within the industry, on par with senior employees. The Hong Kong boss offered me a permanent position, and my

monthly salary immediately increased from 800 yuan to 2000 yuan. For the next year or so, the

Hong Kong employees and the boss at the company treated me well, regarding me as a cute, hardworking, and obedient little sister. At that time, Zhejiang's

economy began to develop, and Ningbo was also developing very rapidly. After repeated urging from my family, I decided to return to

Ningbo. After much consideration, I gave up my job in Guangzhou, resigned, and returned to Ningbo.

I had just returned home from Ningbo when my dad gave me a lot of letters from my classmates, including one from her.

I was surprised to learn she had also returned to Ningbo and was already working for a company. She had also

broken up with her boyfriend from university. She said he wanted to stay in the city where her university was located (his hometown was in the same

city), while she was going back to Ningbo, so it ended. She was very distressed and sad, and asked where I was

working and how I was doing. I wrote back, telling her I had also just returned from Guangzhou and wasn't going back; I wanted

to develop my career in Ningbo and was currently looking for a job there. I hoped we could both work hard and try our luck.

A week later, by sheer coincidence, I successfully landed a job at the Ningbo office of a foreign import/export company,

with a monthly salary of 1800 yuan. Because of the short notice, I didn't even have time to rent a decent place, so I had to

find someone's garage to stay in temporarily (100 yuan/month). The conditions were harsh and difficult, but I didn't care at all.

Everything was starting from scratch anyway (to this day, I admire my work ethic and

the courage to survive under such difficult conditions). The foreign company was very busy, with many and varied orders. I frequently traveled to coastal

provinces and cities . I was away from Ningbo for about 20 days a month.

After a month, I returned to my hometown and saw her reply. She said she was very happy that I had replied to her and that

I didn't hate her. She told me about her current company and pager number, inviting me to visit

her . I replied that I was already working in the city and was very busy, rarely returning home.

I also told her to visit me if she had time and gave her my pager number.

Later, she wrote to me again, saying she wanted to be my girlfriend. I replied that it would be

better . She already knew that I had agreed to and accepted her. Because deep down, I've always

liked her, although I wasn't sure if it was love (I only realized it was love 10 years later).

About 10 days later, she called and said she wanted to come see me in Ningbo city (her workplace wasn't in the city).

I was very busy that day, working until 8:30 pm. She had been waiting downstairs at my company for almost an

hour (it was early winter then), and I was very touched and felt guilty.

We had dinner at a small restaurant, and then I took her back to my place (

the garage . It's definitely difficult for two good friends of the opposite sex to immediately become lovers. We both seemed

a little awkward, still a bit distant, so she didn't hug me from behind when I was riding with her.

Because the city is about 50 kilometers from her company, she had to stay in Ningbo overnight.

When we got to my place, I told her that I was too busy to find a good place to stay, so she would have to make do with

sleeping in this cramped place while I went to my colleague's place. We chatted in the room. Since she was an early sleeper

, she went to bed early and sat by the bedside talking to me, while I sat on the edge. I held her hand;

it was the first time I'd ever held her hand—so delicate, white, and smooth. That day, I really wanted to kiss her, touch her, and sleep with her,

but I didn't (it seems so unbelievable now).

Around midnight, I said I had to go, and she should sleep. She didn't dare look at me too closely, but seemed

disappointed and upset. I could sense her hesitant expression (I only learned 10 years later that she actually wanted me

to stay with her, but she was too shy to say it. She later said that if I had stayed, and we had made

love that night, she would definitely have become my wife).

Of course, part of the reason I didn't want to sleep with her right away was because I initially mistakenly thought she wanted me as

a substitute for her boyfriend from school. So I wanted to wait until she loved only me before making love to her.

I left the house anyway.

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