A fleeting and intense romance.

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She left. Through my blurry, tear-filled eyes, her pale yellow ponytail gradually disappeared into the vast

sea of , leaving me with only inexplicable melancholy and endless longing.

The first time I saw her, I thought she was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but the people around me told me she

was exactly twenty. So, I looked again at her petite figure and childlike, delicate face, and I sighed inwardly

, what a clever and lovely child! If she had been born into a better family, she would surely be a pampered young lady

or a college student, not someone out working to earn money. For a long time afterward, we had opportunities

to meet, but we didn't pay much attention, at most just smiling or nodding to say hello.

It was a day off, and I was playing on the computer with the air conditioner on when suddenly the power went out. My God,

is this some kind of torture? The 38-degree heat was unbearable, and it seemed the electricity wouldn't be back on anytime soon. In

desperation , I tried calling her. Her sweet voice told me she had power and was

home alone; her family had gone on vacation. She told me to come over right away.

I took a taxi and arrived in no time. She had thick, slightly yellowish hair tied in a ponytail. Her

top was basically just a white sheet with red polka dots wrapped around her chest and lower back,

leaving most of her arms, shoulders, and back bare. She wore a faded light blue denim mini-skirt, exposing her thighs as well

. In this heat, for a young woman, such attire was perfectly normal. Seeing me, she

welcomed me with a bright smile, immediately turned on the air conditioner, and then closed the doors and windows, leaving just the two of us

alone .

I've never been a gentleman around women, but I do adhere to the principle of "a gentleman's love of beauty is based on propriety,"

and never act recklessly. She was in a hurry to cook, but I told her not to rush and to talk to me for a while. I held her hands,

my eyes lingering on her from head to toe, occasionally stroking her shoulder and back and touching her hand

. She was quite open about it and didn't seem to mind. I said that in this hot weather, if the power wasn't back on, I wouldn't be able to sleep,

and I'd have to sleep on her sofa. She said that was fine, but she would sleep on the sofa and I would sleep in her bed.

I was really touched that she agreed to share a room with me so readily and wasn't wary of me at all. So, we talked and

cooked ate, and time flew by.

At my suggestion, we went to my place in the afternoon, mainly to see if the power was back on. If it was,

I could use the computer, since she loves going online. But the power was still off, so we played cards

, with the loser flicking the other's nose. This way, I could occasionally hold her hand, stroke her back, and flick her nose, getting

more contact. She didn't seem to mind. We agreed that if the power didn't come back on at 5 o'clock, I would go to her place; if it did

, she would stay here and play on the computer. Just as we were about to leave around 5 o'clock, the power

came back on.

We quickly went into the room, turned on the air conditioner, closed the doors and windows, and turned on the computer. I snuggled up to her

and watched her play. Unfortunately, my computer didn't have any of her favorite games. I suggested putting on some porn, but

she said she didn't want to watch, so I didn't force her. She just browsed the internet aimlessly. At this point, I held her tightly,

constantly kissing her hair and her shoulders and back. She said she was sweaty and dirty and asked me not to kiss her, but little did she

know , a girl's flesh smelled so good, a fragrance that filled my heart and lungs. My hands also kept caressing her shoulders,

back, waist, and legs. This girl really had self-control; despite my constant kisses and caresses, she remained focused on playing on her

computer .

As it was getting dark, I quickly prepared some food and asked her to drink with me. At first, she said she wouldn't, but I promised

to let her have only one beer.

It was understandable that she was a little wary of a single girl in a confined space with a man. I didn't have any wicked intentions about getting her drunk, so I let her drink as much as she wanted. After one

beer , her face looked even more beautiful. I took out my digital camera to take a picture of her, snapping

a photo of her using the computer. Although it was only her back, the scene was clear.

Taking advantage of my drunken state, I pulled her onto my lap. She seemed a little flustered. At the same time,

I leaned onto the bed, and we both fell onto it. I rolled over and pinned her down, pressing my lips to

hers and my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her tongue and saliva. She seemed a little inexperienced with tongue play.

Although she didn't resist, she seemed nervous, her whole body stiff.

I told her not to be nervous, that I wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do. She said she was a virgin, that no man had ever touched

her, and no man had ever treated her like this.

At that moment, my penis was very hard and swollen, so I used my penis to thrust downwards towards her vulva, and

told her that this is how men and women make love. As long as they take off their clothes, the man inserts his penis into the woman's vagina,

and the man will ejaculate a white liquid called semen into the woman's vagina. This is making love, also called sexual intercourse. She listened

with great interest.

I was kissing her, pressing against her, caressing her, and poking her like that. I was only wearing shorts at the time, and I

could have easily entered her by simply lifting her skirt and pulling down her underwear. But I didn't do that because I

also came from the countryside, and I felt a deep sympathy for the working girls from rural areas. I felt that they were

so young and had a very difficult life outside. If the girl under me was a virgin, taking her virginity

might affect her future life. If she wasn't a virgin, and had been with other men, then I would have plenty of

opportunities to play with her later. Reason and compassion prevented me from making a move on her; I just played around with her.

We both got a little tired, and I told her to go take a shower. She said she didn't have any clothes to change into and had to go home. Although I indicated that I wanted to

sleep with her that night, I couldn't force her. It was almost ten o'clock, and I took a taxi to send her home. That was our first

intimate encounter.

After that, we had many intimate encounters. When I learned that her employer wasn't home, I said I wanted to come over for

a meal she had cooked, and she happily invited me over. Now we weren't reserved at all. As soon as I entered the house, I pulled her into my arms,

hugging and kissing her. Because it was hot, we were both dressed lightly. When I held her, I would cup her buttocks with both hands and

rub my penis against her genitals. She seemed to enjoy all of this.

In the taxi, I thought about some erotic articles I'd read, which said that a woman's breasts would harden

and her nipples . Before, when I was with women, I only paid attention to their genitals and didn't really notice their breasts. I thought,

since I'd promised not to touch this girl's genitals, I'd play with her breasts properly today. I had her lean back on the sofa...

Inside, I squatted in front of her, unbuttoned her top, and took off her bra. Instantly, two large breasts

appeared before me, so big that I couldn't grasp them with one hand. They were shaped like pointed gourds, very firm and perky. This girl's breasts

were extraordinary. Her skin was dark, which I always said was a sign of healthy beauty, and her breasts were also dark. The nipples were very small,

only the size of a peanut, seemingly disproportionate to her large breasts. I guess it was

because no man had touched or suckled them. But the areolas were very large. I suckled on one breast while stroking the other, sucking on her nipple and licking her

areola, while my hand kept stroking and kneading the other breast. She, like a breastfeeding mother, leaned back on the sofa

, her eyes half-closed, everything so casual and natural.

When I got tired of squatting, I leaned over her, my penis pressed against her vulva. I suckled on

the breast I had just been caressing, and used my other hand to knead it. As I suckled and caressed, I noticed her

brows , her breathing quickened, and her nipples, which had been hidden in the areola, were now erect, hard and

large. I increased the intensity of my sucking and kneading, and she began to writhe, especially arching her hips

upwards . My penis was pressed against her vulva; as she arched upwards, I pressed downwards, kneading her—it felt wonderful

. We held this position for about three minutes; I guess she had her first orgasm.

After the orgasm, everything seemed to calm down a bit. I continued nursing. The only people who could make me nurse so peacefully were my

mother and her. I realized she was nursing me like my own mother. Suddenly, I had a thought and asked,

"Can I call you Mom?" She readily agreed, and I called her "Mom" several times. She responded with a smile and

a nod In my heart, my mother is the greatest because she nourished me with her milk. And

the girl I was currently holding and suckling was also the greatest because she was nourishing my parched heart with her full breasts.

Two hours passed, and my mouth and hands never left her breasts. It was probably

the longest I had ever breastfed in my life. She said she was going to cook, and I said okay, I was a little hungry. She

washed, prepared, and cooked the vegetables, and I kept hugging, kissing, and cuddling her from behind. This meal felt like it was made entirely by my kisses

. After dinner, we cuddled and took a nap like a young couple, but I kept my promise and didn't touch her

genitals.

It was past 3 PM, and fearing her owner would return, I wanted to go home. Just

then, her fellow villager called to ask her to come, so I reluctantly left her. Before leaving, I hugged her buttocks again, pressing our

genitals tightly together and rubbing them. I pressed her against the door frame, squeezing her

genitals hard with my penis, hoping it would penetrate her thin two layers of shorts and plunge into her vagina.

Not long after, one afternoon, my family was out, and I called her to come over. She said she

had something to do at 3 PM, but I said two hours would be enough for us to chat. So she came. It was still

very hot

she was dressed like a sparrow, and she said, "So you were looking for a sparrow." Of course, I would only say

that .

After kissing and cuddling for a while, I said I'd show her porn. I remembered the first time she said she didn't want to watch, but this

time she agreed. The first movie I showed her was an uncensored one by Watari Akira. The images immediately caught her eye.

I laid her down on the bed, intending to let her watch while I caressed her, but

that blocked her view a bit. She lifted herself up, tilted her head back, and stared intently at the screen,

completely unexpected. I found a chair and sat her on my lap. She still stared intently at

the screen, especially when she saw close-ups of a man's penis penetrating a woman's vagina. She was shocked, saying that's what men and

women are like. I asked her if she'd seen anything like that before, and she said no, only Category III films, at most involving

hugging and kissing.

My legs went numb from her sitting, so I let her stand up, but I kept holding her. My mouth was either kissing her face,

her ears, or sucking on her breasts, and my hands were constantly stroking her breasts and her belly, almost reaching

the pubic hair on her mons pubis, when she stopped me with her hand. So I started touching her genitals outside her clothes. Before, she wouldn't let me touch her genitals, and I

didn't force her, but today I felt she was too engrossed in watching the film, more engrossed than I expected.

Although I admired her self-control, she is also a person, a woman, and a beautiful young woman. How can a cat not

feel desire? At this moment, the screen showed a man thrusting forcefully, and Watari Akira screamed hoarsely. The girl in my

arms began to stiffen and harden, and a soft moan came from her throat.

Taking advantage of the moment, I slipped my hand inside her shirt and stroked her navel. While she wasn't paying attention, I quickly slid my hand

down and slipped it inside her panties. By the time she realized what was happening, my right hand was already tightly enveloping her entire

vulva. She tried to pull my hand out of her panties, but I immediately realized it was just a gesture,

not a firm one. Her vulva was rather small, completely within my grasp. Her mons pubis was very fleshy, and

her pubic hair seemed thick and messy. There are generally three types of pubic hair in women: no hair, only some

hair on the mons pubis, and hair covering the mons pubis and the entire vulva in a messy, disordered manner. The girl I was holding was

the third type. Her labia weren't everted; to the touch, it was just a thin slit.

Watching porn for almost an hour was incredibly stimulating for her, and with my constant stroking,

her vulva wasn't wet at all. The women I'd been with before were always overflowing with lubrication, making me

convinced this was untouched virgin territory. I asked her if she knew what a clitoris was. She nodded, and I said that

was a woman's most sensitive spot, so how about we play there?

She nodded slightly, but said I couldn't touch her genitals; she was obviously referring to her vagina.

I inserted my middle finger into her labia, immediately touching her clitoris. My middle

finger traced a short distance between her clitoris and vaginal opening, moving slowly. Each time I reached

her clitoris, I would stop and gently rub it. At the vaginal opening, I would stop again, letting my middle finger

gently push inwards. But each time, she warned me not to push inwards, or she wouldn't play with me.

Of course, I obeyed. How could I possibly break her hymen with my finger? If I had to do anything, it would be my penis

.

And so, my middle finger happily traced its way inside her vulva, while her vaginal opening remained relatively still.

The abundant moisture only made it slippery. With my constant stimulation, coupled with her unwavering focus on

the obscene sex scenes on the computer screen, she repeatedly stiffened and gripped me tightly. Deep moans

escaped , her brows furrowed, her face sallow, sometimes pale, a picture of pain

. I knew that her stiffness and paleness indicated an orgasm, but her vagina never produced

any flow. Perhaps this was the difference between a virgin and a woman.

After Watari Akira's video ended, I asked if we could watch another one. She agreed, so I played Amamiya

's video. This was also very stimulating; Amamiya was brought to orgasm by the man. After clicking the mouse with my right hand, it was natural for me

to enter , without any resistance,

as easy as entering my own underwear.

It's in a man's nature to be greedy and take advantage of others. While she was intently watching the scene on the screen where a man was licking a woman's genitals

, I suggested taking off her pants to see her vulva and lick it for her. She said it was dirty and I couldn't lick it. I

asked if I could just look. She said, "Don't push your luck, that place is so ugly, you absolutely can't see it." Sigh,

being wary is also in a woman's nature, showing her restraint. Actually, once you've touched any part of her body, once it's the first

time, it can happen again and again.

Throughout, I didn't force her at all. Since I like her, of course I should cherish her and respect

her wishes. We just wanted to have fun.

While she was engrossed in watching porn, I loosened her belt and pulled her pants down to her thighs, revealing

her red thong. Country girls like to wear red thongs, so it was easier for me to caress her vulva.

She didn't stop me from any of this.

Just as Amamiya was being penetrated by the man and squirting, the girl in my arms felt particularly curious and excited. I told

her that many women experience this during orgasm, but men need to be skilled and able to stimulate the G-spot inside the woman's vagina.

She asked me what the G-spot was and where it was. At that moment, my middle finger was sliding to the entrance of her vagina. I

gently pressed it inward, and her body trembled, then she bent over. Fortunately, my legs were clamped tightly around her, and my

middle finger remained firmly pressed against the entrance of her vagina. I said, "Just a little bit further in." She said, "I can't go any further, or I won't

play with you anymore." I quickly said, "Okay, okay," and promised her that I would stay in this position and not go any further.

My middle finger was repeatedly moving in and out of her vaginal opening, stroking it incessantly. When my finger

went inside, her nipple would clamp down on it, I could feel a noticeable gripping force. When I pulled my finger

out , I could clearly feel the squeezing force of her nipple opening. My finger went in and out like this, and with

the wetness inside her labia, I could hear squelching sounds. Hehe, it was really fun. At this moment, her body stiffened

again , her face turned ashen, and a heavy, hoarse groan

came from her throat. She had orgasmed again and again. I was very clear about her reactions to orgasms.

The film featuring Amamiya had finished, and I asked her if she wanted to watch one more. She said it was time to leave, so

I took my fingers out from her vaginal opening. My fingers were wet, with a little sticky fluid. I

smelled them, and she smiled at me. Indeed, this girl's genitals were very clean, without a trace

of odor; instead, they had a faint, pleasant fragrance. Then I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them, enjoying it so much

. She saw all of this and gave me a bright, satisfied smile. She knew how much I

liked and loved her.

I reluctantly saw her off. She wouldn't let me see her off outside, afraid people would see us and gossip.

For a short period afterward, whenever I had the chance—when her owner wasn't home and

I could get away—I would go to her and have her cook for me. I loved her cooking

, but more importantly, I enjoyed playing with her little pussy. The most interesting thing was that while she was washing, preparing, and cooking, I

would hug her waist from behind, caress her breasts, touch her pussy, and nipple her buttocks with my penis. Each time, she would pant

softly. While I was caressing her pussy, she would be busy working and chatting with me.

During our casual conversations, I learned that she had a boy in the village with whom she had grown up. They were childhood

sweethearts a bit introverted.

I asked her if she had ever been intimate with that boy, and she said he wanted to, but she hadn't let him touch her. I always advised her to just marry

that boy, so that her parents would have someone to rely on in their old age, since her parents only had two daughters and no sons. I also

advised her not to go out to work, but to learn a skill locally, such as hairdressing, beauty, or cooking, so she could open

her own shop and be her own boss. That way, the family's livelihood wouldn't be a problem. She's still young and doesn't understand the hardships of life;

she only cares about having fun now. She might not listen to my advice.

Once, while I was touching her pubic hair, I felt a small, gelatinous substance. I asked her

what it was, and she said she didn't know. "Is it an egg? It can't be that big, can it? Is it vaginal discharge? How did it get in my pubic hair?

How did it become such a small ball?"

This time, I played with her genitals and she seemed quite happy. I asked to see her vagina again, and she finally

agreed, but refused to lie on the bed. I had her stand near the door, unbuttoned her pants, and pulled down her

red thong. She wouldn't let me take it all off, so I pulled it down to her knees, revealing her entire genitals. Her pubic hair wasn't very

dark; it was more like the tips of her hair, slightly yellowish, and thick and messy, covering her entire vulva. I pressed my face against

her mons pubis and pubic hair, smelled her genitals, and licked her pubic hair and labia. Just as my hand

parted her pubic hair and labia, I touched the small gel-like object from before. I used my fingers to pull

it out from her pubic hair and held it up to her face, meaning I wanted her to see what it was. In that instant, she

blushed , immediately pulled up her underwear, and wouldn't let me see her vagina anymore.

Shortly after, her contract with her employer expired, and she went home for the Chinese New Year. After the holiday, she went south to work

.

During the Spring Festival, I learned that she had married a man from the same village before the holiday, and I could only offer

my blessings in my heart.

To be honest, in my relatively short time with this girl, based on my experience, I had many opportunities

to penetrate her and experience her virginity, but I didn't. Looking back now, I feel

a little regretful. But if this girl had let her brother see her virginity on their wedding night, and from then on, they...

To love each other and grow old together, that's exactly what I want!

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