[My friend's story: Happy Valentine's Day]

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My Friend's Story: Happy Valentine's Day

[Sen Miaoyan]

Suddenly I remembered her, a memory from when I was in third or fourth grade of elementary school. I remembered it vividly

, and I told myself I had to do something. I loved her!

Ten years ago, I met her. You didn't belong to me, but we were still friends… This isn't a song lyric; it

really happened. There are so many incredible connections between people.

I remember when we were little, we often changed seats, right? It seemed like there was some inexplicable

red line . More than half the time, she was either sitting to my right or left. Back then,

the seats were all side-by-side, so it was really awkward. Because at that age, boys and girls

often disliked each other, and when we met, it was like we were enemies. At that time, her nickname

was "Electric Eel," I think it was because her name had the character "Man" in it.

Back then, they would draw a line on the desk with chalk, like the Chu-Han border, which felt silly. But it

was also funny; I didn't know why I started to have a crush on her back then. Calling it a crush is an understatement; it's more like a strong

liking, though her personality really wasn't great.

For example, if I accidentally crossed the line—or rather, it was a habit—she would always laugh,

take out her mechanical pencil, press out the lead, and then start poking me... Those days passed quickly, because

humans never seem to appreciate the best moments.

Not long after, we graduated. I went to a county-run junior high school, while she went to a private girls' high school. We

lost touch, as if we'd vanished into thin air, completely forgotten. However, coincidences

often happen.

Our reunion was in our second year of high school. It was quite embarrassing to discover she was in

the . Later, I learned she'd gone to Canada for her first year of high school, and since summer

vacation started early, she came back to visit her first-year classmates. Since I was in a boys' class in my first year, and it became a co-ed

class in my second year, I was quite surprised; this sudden encounter wasn't what I'd expected.

She messed around with the girls in her class and even came to class. It's because the boys and girls in the class were all pretty clueless that I

developed such an excellent personality. But that's not the point. The point is her figure. She seemed

to have eaten a lot at her all-girls junior high school; when I saw her, she was a little chubby, but still quite shapely.

However , what was exaggerated was her chest—from an A to an E… It felt like she'd had plastic surgery, like Jolin Tsai

. It was a complete difference between before and after her debut.

That's not all; to make matters worse, the girls in our class were also clueless and gossipy. They'd compare

sizes and pinch each other during lunch break. I won't go into how I knew, but watching it almost gave me high blood pressure. They really

had guts…

Yesterday (the day before Valentine's Day), I thought of her again, and for some reason, I started missing her terribly. I called

my high school classmate, a guy who calls himself a "practice prince." Through my classmate, I got in touch with her.

After introducing myself, I asked if she wanted to meet up for a chat and coffee.

Later, she agreed, and we went to have coffee near Eslite Bookstore in Dingxi. It was a bit more comfortable there,

and I don't like Starbucks. When I saw her, she was wearing a pink mini-skirt, a tank top, and

a light jacket. Although she had gained a little weight, this outfit didn't accentuate her flaws. However, the white

tank was paired with a black bra, which made me feel uncomfortable... I was just dressed casually, practically my usual

clothes. Anyway, we were just chatting, so I was fine with it.

We chatted for quite a while, from 4 pm to almost 7 pm, talking about many things, including her

feelings about going to Canada and our life plans. Although we hadn't seen each other for a long time, it felt like we were

old friends. Around 7 pm, I casually mentioned wanting to go back to my elementary school. She agreed without much thought

.

While waiting at a traffic light, I turned around and saw her smile, and I was instantly smitten. That innocent,

slightly childlike smile—I think it's the dream that every man longs for. Looking at her smile, I mustered my courage and

said, "Can I borrow your hand?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Can I borrow your hand for 30 seconds?"

"Why?"

"You'll know once you do!"

"Okay!"

I took her hand.

"Can I say it now?"

"I want to experience the happiest feeling in the world!"

When we got back to school, the gates were already closed. I thought for a moment and suggested we climb over the wall. She agreed

, and we headed towards the back gate. Unfortunately, the low wall I remembered had been filled in and raised. Later, she

somehow found a way into the school. We

wandered aimlessly hand in hand until we reached the platform. I suggested we sit down and rest.

She nodded.

After we went up to the platform, I thought we could sit on the bleachers and look out over the entire field. But

then she complained, "It's so dirty! How can you let a lady like me sit on the ground?"

"Otherwise what?"

"I'll sit on you..."

I

couldn't refuse, so I carefully let her sit on my lap. I also put my arm around her waist,

otherwise I wouldn't know where to put my hands. She didn't refuse, just leaned against me like a little bird,

swaying with me as we looked at the whole playground, our shared childhood memories. Although it was very comfortable,

the thing in my pants didn't think so. I couldn't just put her down, could I?

A wicked thought ...

I said, "It hurts my crotch sitting like this. Can you sit up a little?" She didn't suspect anything and moved up

a little , almost tilting her body. I started to whisper in her ear, "Hehehe! I've become a bad guy now

! Help me take my little brother out to get some air, or I'll make you expose yourself in the wild... Hehehehehe."

"You dare?"

As soon as she finished speaking, I used my feet to grab her legs and started to pull them apart. She started to hit me with her elbows, and I...

I was grinning as I tried to spread her legs, and she grinned back, saying, "Okay! I'll help you."

She then pulled up her miniskirt, which had almost completely opened when I sat on her. Because it was a pleated

miniskirt, it still completely covered her underwear after being pulled up. She seemed

used to this kind of sexual harassment from men, grinning all the while. I lifted her up slightly, and she unzipped my pants,

exposing my genitals to the air.

Due to the angle, my penis was pressed against her jeans, the angle perfectly aligned with her vulva.

She reacted; her silk panties seemed to have secreted some fluid, and my glans became wet,

probably from excess fluid. I moved up and down slightly, continuing to stimulate her.

Her expression suddenly changed, her face flushing red, displaying both girlish reserve and an indescribable

lewdness. In her eyes, I seemed to see something she wanted to say, yet couldn't bring herself to speak. Her lips opened and

closed, accompanying the rising and falling of her e-cup. I doubted anything could be more alluring!

I thought for a moment and decided to change my original plan. I thought I had encountered a lewd girl.

I whispered in her ear, "Oh, enjoying this so much, you little pervert!"

"No way, it's because you're such a pervert!!!"

I then began to urge her to help me ejaculate.

"Oh, please help me get it out, okay? Otherwise...%$@#$"

etc. Before I could finish speaking, she had already started massaging my penis. I adjusted my position to match hers,

turning myself to lie down and helping her move her hips towards my chest. I considerately let her knees rest on my

hands, preventing her beautiful legs from touching the ground and giving her a foothold to move backward. As her lower body slowly approached

my face, I began to savor the scent of her body. A surge of deadly female hormones rushed to my head.

Although my hands were still pinned to the ground by her

, I could no longer restrain myself. I rubbed her vulva back and forth with my nose through her short skirt. Every time I touched her, she would instinctively

try to squeeze her legs together, but my head was already between her thighs. My hands were free, so I

reluctantly began to caress her buttocks. I reached under her short skirt and slowly stroked her thighs upward from the outside. Her

full buttocks, I stuck out my tongue and gently began to use my tongue on the inside of her thighs, causing another tremor.

She started to speed up her oral sex, and I realized I was about to ejaculate. I quickly sat up, lifted her shapely, plump

buttocks, and had her support herself on her hands. I hoisted her thighs onto my shoulders. Although she

wasn't petite, I could still lift her up.

I touched her full breasts, took off the rest of her outer clothing, leaving only her sexy black patterned lingerie.

Only then, in the dim light of the playground, did I realize that her underwear wasn't a matching set; her silk lingerie

was pink with lace trim.

I held her body tightly with my left hand, while my right hand, along with my mouth, teased her vulva, trying to trace its shape with the abundant lubrication she had just

secreted . But I realized she had a lot of pubic hair,

making it impossible. I just unconsciously spat some saliva onto it and started probing inside with my fingers. Suddenly, she

exclaimed that she was still a virgin!

I absolutely refused to believe it. Her oral sex skills were unparalleled, and her arousal was unmatched

. Her words now are hardly convincing. I wanted to hear her explanation, so I gently

pulled down her soaked underwear from her thigh. Although she resisted a little, I listened to her as I took it

off , keeping her against the wall, ready to penetrate her, and rubbing her vulva, letting her

fluids slowly flow onto my penis.

She said that when she was studying in Canada, her family had many businesses in Nantou. After the 921 earthquake,

many things changed, and she started working part-time while studying in Canada, just to avoid worrying her family, lying

that she was paying for her tuition with scholarships. But of course, that wasn't the truth; not many Taiwanese go

abroad on scholarships. She chose to pay for her tuition with her body.

One day, she met a pimp at a nightclub, but he was a woman. After studying her, she decided to

turn this into a unique and valuable commodity: she could only have anal sex, without losing her virginity. She

adapted her story into an added value, targeting high-priced customers rather than ordinary,

vulgar ones. Surprisingly, this marketing method received positive reviews.

However, she also had to work with another girl, just so that when customers couldn't control themselves, they

had another place to release their pent-up desires. This other girl might have some flaws, but she must have certain special skills, such as making sure

the man's penis couldn't leave her body when necessary.

This method continued for more than three years. From a certain perspective, it was mutually beneficial for them, but it

also greatly changed my elementary school classmate's life.

The most important thing was that her whole body was filled with an aura of obscenity, but her mind was

constantly worried about her virginity. These two completely different thoughts constantly impacted her mind

.

The first thing she did every morning when she woke up was to check where she was, and then to see if she was still maintaining

her last line of defense. Then she remembered the lustful blood within her. Her body knew she enjoyed it

all , yet she couldn't believe it was real. Her body seemed to be conversing with her, urging her

to fill her completely with her enormous penis. But she also knew this was an absolute taboo;

uttering it would be too tempting for most people.

Now, what she was determined to protect was less than centimeters from my penis.

In fact , I had been rubbing it for a long time; there was no distance at all. I slowly cupped her breasts,

thought for a moment, and began to soothe her. I whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, tell me who you want to save it for, I

won't touch it, say it!

" "I...I want to save it for my future husband!"

I nodded and told him to relax so it wouldn't be too difficult to penetrate her anus. After saying that, I made her

buttocks stick up, her hands on the ground, like a docile little kitten. I said to her, "Ready

?"

She nodded.

I thrust hard into her vagina, gripping her buttocks tightly to prevent her from moving. I pounded in fiercely

and forcefully, the first thrust with all my might. Although it would have been incredibly painful for her, she was already

like a wild beast, pulling out two-thirds of my penis before plunging it all back in. The dim light illuminated

the streaks of blood on the floor and our bodily fluids.

Honestly, I couldn't tell if she was a virgin. The force I'd used at the beginning

might have caused some tearing, and I couldn't judge for myself, as I also

experienced some aftereffects from the excessive force afterward.

The last thing I said to her before penetration was a whisper in her ear that being too loud would alert the guards.

Afterward I kept reminding her about the guards, even making up stories about them, like how the guards might try to harm her

. I found those kinds of stories incredibly stimulating, and I thought this kind of verbal teasing would be even

more irresistible. So I told her it was best not to make a sound, since we were on the command platform. But it

didn't seem to have any effect.

I eventually used my left hand to seal her mouth shut. I knelt on her calves, preventing her from moving freely,

while my right hand adjusted the angle of my penis and enjoyed her large breasts. She couldn't easily resist because

I had already pressed my weight onto her, forcing her hands to support herself on the ground. Just

as I felt I was about to climax, I suddenly stopped inside her. She abruptly turned her head to look into my eyes. Her

eyes seemed to hold so much unspoken words. I looked at her, and she nodded at me. A jolt ran down my spine, and we both

climaxed simultaneously.

I rolled her over, letting her lie on top of me. I lay sprawled on the platform, her large breasts pressing

against my chest. Her constantly flowing vaginal fluids slowly stained my pants a different color. She docilely

hugged my neck, sucking on my earlobe and professionally leaving kiss marks on my neck. Her

hair was swept to one side, and looking at her face made me want to hold her tightly and never let go. "

One more time, please?" We both blurted it out at the same time. I was a little surprised, but of course, I had

no doubts. She said she wanted to be on top, she wanted some sense of control. I had no

reason to object. I helped her up, and she started using her breasts to help my penis regain its strength

.

She then told me to stand up, as it would be easier for her. Before the breast play, she licked my entire genitals and pulled down my pants,

thoroughly enjoying her tongue skills from front to back. She first gently took my testicles into her mouth, but then spat them out.

Just as I was about to make a sound, she changed from a kneeling position to a serow position, spreading my legs slightly, and began

licking from my anus to my scrotum, then my penis, and finally my urethral opening.

After this cleaning, I wanted to pounce on her again, but she refused to release my

glans and knelt in front of me, starting to use her large breasts to give me a breast play. Unlike

the large breasts I'd seen in movies or books,

these breasts didn't have the numerous capillaries I'd imagined. There were just some bluish-black veins scattered across the surface, which I guess were

indistinguishable due to the lighting.

When my glans escaped her mouth, it was immediately gripped by her large breasts. Due to the previous wetness, my

raging penis was covered in her saliva. She began to rub my penis up and down with her breasts,

intermittently licking the urethral opening with her tongue, letting her saliva drip down. While doing this,

she also stimulated her nipples with her index finger. At one point, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated

, getting my face, hair, breasts, and mouth wet.

I had just ejaculated, but there was no sign of stopping. All I could think about was how

to again. She was, of course, very grateful for everything I had done. I just wanted

to give her an unforgettable memory. I lay down and moved her to my upper body. She clumsily tried to

insert my penis into her. I grinned at her, wanting only to see her make a fool of herself. When she noticed, she

playfully punched me, but then sat down again.

I smiled at her. "All done?

" "Mmm!"

I suddenly sat up and hugged her, thrusting into her from below against the wall. Knowing I

lacked the stamina to make a proper "train bento" (a euphemism for a sexual act), I used the wall for support to give her a different sensation. She hugged

my shoulders, trying to hold on, but I transformed into a mad beast. She tried to hug my

shoulders, but instead drew bloody streaks on them.

I placed her on the ground, lifted one leg, and tried to change the angle to give her more pleasure. She,

however, actively wrapped her leg around my waist, pulling my hand to caress her breasts—those hot yet incredibly

soft breasts. Then she pulled my head towards her breasts, wanting me to nibble on them, as if

a large amount of milk was about to burst forth. I didn't kiss the nipple directly; although it wobbled a little, I

tried to remain steady, slowly licking from the outside towards the nipple.

When I licked the nipple, she unexpectedly climaxed, hugging me tightly, her legs never loosening, her vulva seemingly

trying to clamp down on my penis, not wanting a single drop of fluid to leak out.

We looked at each other, and she finally kissed my lips, another passionate kiss. At that moment, I released my pent-up desire

, ejaculating completely deep inside her, letting us both experience that indescribable sweetness.

She cleared her throat and said, "Happy Valentine's Day." I was startled, and I replied,

"Happy Valentine's Day , do you have a gift for me?" This was, of course, a joke, and we both laughed heartily. It seemed

she was my perfect lover; I didn't care about the past anymore, I only knew I was in love with her.

"Yes, of course!"

I said, still unconvinced, and asked what it was.

She smiled without answering, and wrote four English letters on my back, starting with "A".

[The End]

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