Sassy Girl Zhenzhen

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After graduation, we kept in touch intermittently, but it was just a close relationship among classmates. Last year, she and her family of three went to Beijing for a trip, and I spent two days with them. The photo of her holding my hand and leaning on my shoulder was taken by her husband. The turning point came two months after the class reunion. Before that, we occasionally chatted on the phone. She complained to me that her husband, now the chairman of the People's Congress of a township under their county, was gambling and losing money every day, causing unhappiness in their family. So I often gave her advice and tried to persuade her, since they had been married for so many years and their daughter was grown up; they should try to make the most of their life together. Mid-year, I went back to my hometown for some business, and she happened to be going back to the provincial capital as well. So we arranged to meet up with our classmates there. We did the usual routine: eating, drinking, and singing. Because she had to catch a train back the next day, and my apartment was close to the train station, my classmates didn't insist and let her ride in my car. I booked a room for her at a hotel near my home, and the two of us, alone, took the elevator up. It was past midnight when we arrived at the hotel, and there were only the two of us in the elevator. As we stepped out of the elevator, perhaps her high heels got stuck to the carpet, because just as she was about to fall, my hand instinctively caught her, my right hand landing squarely on her right breast. Through her thin shirt, I could feel her body suddenly shudder. Time seemed to stand still; neither of us spoke. In that situation, it seemed that saying anything would be wrong. To my dismay, my little brother immediately gave her a "gun salute," pressing against her buttocks. Emboldened by alcohol, I quickly took her hand and led her to the room. As soon as the door closed, I pinned her against it, cupped her face, and began kissing her. My right hand swiftly began kneading her breasts through her shirt and bra. Perhaps because of the alcohol, or perhaps because she was annoyed by family matters, Zhenzhen opened her mouth without hesitation as soon as I touched her lips, and we began a passionate French kiss. After a few minutes of kissing, my hand, no longer satisfied with just a little teasing, lifted her shirt and bra, directly covering her breasts and kneading her nipples. Zhenzhen slowly began to moan, her nipples hardening. "I want you!" "I whispered in her ear. Zhenzhen's eyes were glazed, and she didn't say anything except for heavy breathing. I grabbed her legs and threw her onto the bed, quickly unbuttoned her shirt, pushed up her black bra, and then started sucking on one breast while my right hand was kneading the other. I had completely forgotten who this woman was. At that moment, she—Zhenzhen—my college classmate, a married woman, was being pinned down by her male best friend, her college classmate, one hand kneading her right breast, the other nipple being pulled upwards by him. I had never imagined that Zhenzhen's body was so sensitive, her white breasts so soft and full of life." My mouth traveled downwards, from her breasts to her navel, and then to the jungle that had already been silently unburdened by my hands. I teased Zhenzhen, making her moan excitedly. I spread her legs apart, pressing my thumb against her labia. Zhenzhen tried to close her legs in shame; after all, showing her husband's body to such a familiar stranger, especially under such bright lights, was a bit too embarrassing. My mouth covered Zhenzhen's now exposed vulva, my tongue thrusting in and out like a stick. Looking up at Zhenzhen, her eyebrows were furrowed with arousal, and she was moaning intermittently. Without hesitation, I pulled off Zhenzhen's jeans and underwear, threw them on the ground, spread her legs again, and thrust inside her. Zhenzhen's vagina was warm, perhaps due to regular exercise, or perhaps because her sex life wasn't very frequent. It wasn't as loose as a woman in her thirties' vagina, making penetration very pleasurable. I squeezed Zhenzhen's two soft, white breasts and thrust vigorously into her vagina. Zhenzhen moaned happily beneath me. I had to admit, making love with a young married woman was much more comfortable. We did it twice that night. I ejaculated once on the bed, and then when she went to shower, I followed her in and had her sit on the toilet to give me a blowjob. Then I pinned her against the wall and ejaculated from behind. Both times I ejaculated inside her, without a condom. We quickly showered and went to bed. I insisted she undress and I held her while we slept, so when I woke up in the morning and saw the naked temptation in my arms, I got Zhenzhen up again, had her lie face down on the bed, and held her from behind for over twenty minutes before ejaculating inside her. We talked on the phone often afterward, but now that we've crossed the physical barrier, something feels different, though I can't quite put my finger on it. Perhaps this most intimate contact marks the official end of our decade-long friendship! Years may pass, but may our friendship endure!

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