The Story of 1 and 2

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She returned home listlessly, slammed the door shut, and collapsed onto the sofa. What was wrong with her today? Why did hearing his proposal only fill her with fear and panic, instead of the happiness that people usually describe? Did she not love him enough? But she should have known that all of this would happen sooner or later. She could only make up an excuse that she wasn't mentally prepared and asked him to give her a few days to think it over before hurriedly fleeing home. She sat there blankly for a long time when there was a knock at the door. Only then did she remember that she had arranged to have dinner with her friend a few days ago. 　　(II) Her friend entered the room and immediately noticed that her friend
's expression was off 　　. Her friend was pale and seemed absent-minded. The house was cold and empty, and she didn't look like she was about to eat. 　　Her friend gently put down her backpack. "What's wrong?" 　　Her friend didn't answer. 　　Her friend pursed her lips, went to the kitchen, poured a glass of hot water, brought it to her friend, and sat down next to her. 　　(III) 　　After an unknown amount of time, She 1 slowly said, "Would you like to get married?" She 2 felt a sharp pain in her heart. She had imagined this scene, thinking it would be a moment of cataclysmic upheaval, but it was so quiet. "Hmm," She 1 smiled. "Really?" 　　She 2 helplessly picked up her water glass and nodded silently. Everything was over. 　　She 1 sighed, remaining silent for a long time. "I'm scared." 　　She 2 asked, "Scared? Scared of what?" 　　She 1: "Scared that it's not right." 　　She 2: "Right? You always feel a little uncomfortable at first, right?" She 1: "It's not what you think." 　　She 2: "Then what is it?" 　　She 1: "It's an emptiness inside, like signing a contract of servitude." She 2 laughed. "Isn't that pre-wedding jitters? Don't be afraid. If he treats you badly, I'll get someone to beat him up for you." She 2 stood up, stretched, "Okay..." "Okay, stop thinking about it, let's go out and get something to eat, I'm hungry." She 1 was a little annoyed, "What are you thinking about now?" 　　She 2: "What do you want me to do? It's your wedding, not mine." 　　She 1: "You're still my friend." 　　She 2: "Even friends need to eat." 　　She 1 said stubbornly: "I'm not hungry, I'm not eating." 　　She 2 laughed, grabbed She 1's hand, and tried to pull She 1 up, "What do you mean you're not hungry! Get up, get up, your face is pale from hunger..." She 1 was caught off guard and was pulled up by She 2, bumping into her. 　　For a moment, the two seemed to be electrocuted and couldn't move for a long time. 　　(IV) 　　She 1 smelled the scent of She 2 and suddenly wanted to kiss She 2 again. She 1 still remembered that She 2's lips were sweet, soft and tender like a pig's trotter that had been simmered over a low fire all night. Unconsciously, She 1's face slowly approached She 2. 　　She 2 was surprised and astonished. She wanted to say no, but her body was numb and wouldn't obey her. As her lips drew near hers, all she could think of was a thunderous storm raging through her mind. There was no time to think of anything else; their lips were already pressed tightly together. 　　She kissed her, pulling her closer and closer, a fleeting image of a rainbow passing through her mind, leaving a slight shadow on her heart. But her body couldn't afford to think of anything else; she only wanted to continue devouring the pork knuckle dipped in honey. 　　She was dizzy and disoriented, and could only pray silently: "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, don't stop, don't stop." 　　(V) 　　They kissed and kissed, not wanting to stop for a moment. Finally, they couldn't breathe and released each other. Neither of them wanted to speak, only gazing at each other silently. She felt a little flustered, as if she had done something wrong, her heart filled with mercury, sinking heavily to the bottom of the sea. She couldn't understand her thoughts, and felt that even if she did understand, it would only be wishful thinking on her part. 　　She wrapped one arm around her neck, and gently ran the other hand through her hair. 　　She 2 felt as if she'd been electrocuted, her hair standing on end, and she tried to say something, but she 1 immediately sealed her lips with her fingers. 　　She 1 was all too familiar with her 2's kisses and confusion; that tenderness, once weary and abandoned by her, now gave her a different kind of stimulation and passion. She 1 tilted her head back, studying her slightly furrowed brow, thinking that she 2 hadn't changed at all. After waiting a while without her 2 making a move, she 1 felt a little annoyed, wondering when she 2 had learned to pretend. Then she thought, wasn't she pretending herself too? So she released her arms from her 2, reached into her shirt, and snapped off her bra. 　　(VI) 　　She 2 was so shocked her eyes almost popped out of her head into the public restroom downstairs. She 2 kept looking at her 1's expression, trying to figure it out, but she couldn't understand it no matter what. She 2 almost came to a sad thought, a thought that extinguished all desire in her. She 2 shook her head, shook her head again, as if about to turn and leave, but in the end, she simply stretched out her arms and hugged her tightly, preventing her from moving. She 1 struggled a little, but couldn't break free. 　　She 2 buried her head in her hair, her breath making her feel dizzy and intoxicated. At this moment, she 2 wanted to do anything, except for what reason told her. She 2 didn't know what to do, so she just held her 1, without speaking or moving. 　　She 1 was quiet for a while, guessing what she 2 was thinking. She was a little angry, but then she thought again, and slipped her hand under her 2's clothes from her waist, peeling back her sweater and shirt layer by layer. 　　She 2 noticed her 1's little actions and felt even more depressed. She 2 wanted to calm herself down, but then she thought: Why should she be a gentleman? Wouldn't it be a pity to give up? What would she gain by giving up a rare opportunity for so-called friendship? Would doing nothing be good for her 1? The more 　　she thought about it, the more she wavered. Therefore, when her 1's palm finally explored the skin of her waist, she 2 did not hesitate to begin kissing and licking her 1's ears and neck. 　　(VII) 　　She 2 originally wanted to treat her 1 harshly, but when her 1's skin was close, she 2 involuntarily became gentle. She 2 always felt that what they were doing was like a dream, as fragile as porcelain, which would break with the slightest touch. 　　She 1, however, seemed very eager. She 1 grabbed and tore at her 2's clothes as if she wanted to tear them to shreds. Her 1's hands roamed back and forth on her 2's upper body, groping for the buttons of her 2's bra. 　　She 2 was a little confused, not daring to ask questions or stop her, and could only let her 1 do as she pleased. 　　She 2 felt as if the buttons of her bra had popped open, and her entire chest was suddenly liberated. Her breasts then thrust forward sharply, and were pulled down slightly by gravity, causing her breasts to sway for a moment. 　　Her 1's hand slowly moved to her 2's chest, but suddenly she used force and squeezed hard with her five fingers. 　　She winced in pain, a suppressed growl escaping her throat. An irresistible excitement surged from her lower abdomen along with the pain. She steeled herself, grabbed her waist, and pushed her down onto the sofa, beginning to undress her. 　　She obediently tossed her coat aside and pulled two sweaters over her head. She looked at her naked body, her hands wandering over it like a lost soul.

Her head and hands were trapped inside the hoodie, and she could only sense her companion's presence. Her companion pressed down on her, her hands circling her navel in gentle waves, spreading outwards until they reached her breasts. The circles swirled around her chest several times, then began to shrink inwards, growing smaller and smaller, yet rising higher and higher. She held her breath, waiting for her companion to reach the climax. Her companion's movements were unhurried, making her almost impatient. But just as she was about to reach that point, the magical hands suddenly disappeared. She waited for a long time, confused, then puffed out her chest, intending to take off the hoodie and peek out to see what was going on. Her companion, however, pressed her arms down and gently licked her impatiently erect nipples.
She felt both nipples curl up, becoming two hard little points.
Her 2, her hands still warm, covered mine, her lips and fingers playing a trio, one part for each hand, occasionally adding a playful embellishment with her lips. The melody was sometimes soothing, sometimes tense, sometimes relaxed, and her 1's heart pounded with it, completely forgetting to break free from the constraints of her clothes. She 1 thought: Ah, ah. She 1 involuntarily raised her knees, entwining them around her 2's body.
After a while, her 2 gently pushed her legs away and disappeared again, not only her hands and lips, but even the weight of her 2 on her 1 seemed to evaporate, followed by the sound of her 2's footsteps. She 1 was greatly disappointed and quickly pulled her clothes down, revealing her eyes as she searched for her 2's figure.
She 1 saw her 2 walking towards the door and blurted out in a panic, "Don't go!" Her 2 turned around, saw her 1's panicked face, turned back and knelt in front of the sofa, cupped her 1's face, and kissed her thirsty lips. She 1 held her 2 tightly, as if she wanted to devour her whole. With great difficulty, she managed to loosen her left hand, raising it to her face and waving her five fingers to attract her attention.
But she seemed completely oblivious, only pulling herself closer to her. She whispered in her ear, "My hands are dirty." She still clung to her, refusing to let go. Helpless, she continued kneeling before the sofa, playing the piano.
She was like a moving piano, her hands unconsciously slipping inside her clothes, her ten fingers dancing like sprites, moving up and down her chest and back. Her fingers were icy cold, her body fiery hot. In this early spring weather, both of them experienced a phantom olfaction, smelling the scent of sweat dripping down their backs in summer.
Their breathing became increasingly rapid. Her hand reached for her waist, flicking open the belt buckle and zipper with two fingers, then continued downwards, sliding up her smooth, rounded breasts, darting lightly across them.
She was flustered, wanting to stop her, but her movements were too swift; a moment's hesitation, and she could no longer stop her. She wondered what was wrong with her today, how she'd been outmaneuvered in every move, and how this woman must be insane. She had never seen her so wild and passionate before. Even in their past, when their relationship was unusual, she had always been silent and submissive, never like this fierce, attacking leopard. For some reason, the phrase "like a wolf or a tiger" came to mind. In
that moment of distraction, she was already halfway down her pants. The other half couldn't be pulled down because she was kneeling, and the pants were only pulled down to her crotch before being blocked by her knees. She didn't care about that, pushing her clothes up further, pressing her face against her abdomen, licking with her tongue, tormenting her with her teeth. She looked down at her lovestruck face, feeling excited, yet also a flicker of resentment: She'd learned so many tricks from men!
Men were definitely better. Thinking
this, she lost interest in lingering.
She figured she'd just finish quickly, fulfilling her pre-wedding wish. She wasn't the same person she used to be with anymore. So she pulled her hands and face away, swiftly unfastening the layers of fabric on her pants, parting her legs, and pulling them down from her ankles. She moved her waist closer, pressing it against her burgeoning volcano. Using one elbow to prop herself up, and the other arm around her waist and hips, she slowly explored the crater, moving back and forth. The two were like two smooth, wet panes of glass, seamlessly glued together.
She 1 was oblivious to the subtle shifts in her 2's emotions. Her hands clung tightly to her 2's breasts, her legs coiled like snakes around her 2's abdomen, wanting to press herself even closer.
She 2 tested her 1's rhythm, slowly adjusting her pace. At the same time, some thoughts began to form in her 2. Some thoughts were wrong, but once they surfaced, they couldn't be dismissed with a laugh. Yes, she 2 was contemplating those perverse ideas: What am I doing? Doesn't she 1 want something to fill her completely? Will she be satisfied? When will I be done without her orgasm? Why can I only treat her 1 like this? If I had that thing, how would I humiliate her 1, possess her?
I would penetrate her deeply, fuck her hard, front and back, back and front, endlessly, until she cried and begged for mercy. I would make her apologize, I would make her apologize for using me. I want to ejaculate on her, then ignore her, triumphantly pull up my pants and walk away, never, ever to see her again!
She, filled with fantasy, vigorously rubbed herself against the crater, hearing her first's increasingly labored breathing.
Her first's hands continued to roam over her second's body, lifting her hips to match her movements. She first raised her head and gently pecked her second's chin. At that moment, she, already on the verge of eruption, felt as if a bottle of mixed emotions had been spilled, a sudden, overwhelming surge of feelings, and stopped halfway, raising her arm to stroke her first's hair.
This time, she finally realized her second's attitude was abnormal. She saw confusion and bewilderment, sadness and incomprehension on her second's face. This lack of engagement was like a wave crashing over the sea, instantly cooling the scalding lava by half.
With the temperature dropping, she came to her senses: What have I been doing? I'd finally been able to be friends with her for years, living peacefully together, and now what is this? My lower body was still wet and clinging to her. She must look down on me; she loves to look down on people. But why did she tolerate my madness? She must have been afraid of making me lose face, so she had no choice but to do it with me. I really shouldn't have done this; she'll be sad.
My mind cleared, and our upper bodies looked at each other, trying to find a solution from each other's expressions; our bodies were still warm, and our lower bodies began to sway slightly again, neither wanting to let go.
She thought: How could I treat her roughly? I'm not a man. I just want her to be happy.
She thought: Why is she always so gentle? Why is she never angry with me? But what am I doing? So she leaned close to her ear, wanting to say something to apologize. After a long pause, she said in a hoarse voice: I... want... you.
According to the "Ancient and Modern Aphrodisiac Manual" by the all-knowing scholar of the martial arts world, the phrase "I want you" is at the top of the list. It has a powerful aphrodisiac effect on anyone capable of sexual intercourse. When used, it is colorless and odorless, but those who smell it feel a surge of heat rising from their lower body along their spine to their temples. Anyone with a penis will become hard—and this penis doesn't necessarily have to be a penis.
She 2, under this spell, went completely blank. She forcefully lifted her 1's legs and rubbed them back and forth dozens of times. With her 2's rhythmic movements, she 1 felt a molten lava churning in her lower abdomen, burning and searing hot. She couldn't help but straighten up, desperately clamping her waist tightly around her 2's waist.
Her 1's entire lower body twitched and convulsed. She 2 was all too familiar with these throbbing sensations, panting as she held her 1 until everything calmed down. Once her 1's breathing had slowed, she 2 propped herself up on the sofa, pulled up her pants, buttoned her bra, and straightened her outer garment. She 1 stared blankly at her 2, unable to decide whether to try to persuade her to stay or to say goodbye. She 1 knew very well that her 2 had always been proud and arrogant; once she left, she would never see her again. She 1 sat up, and her 2 gave her a forced smile, "You get some rest, I'm leaving now."
[The End]

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