[Between Two Points] (37-38) Author: Unknown

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Fragrant Love
"I want it!" She escaped from my mouth and whispered in my ear.
"Are you done?" I asked, my desire burning fiercely, my body swelling to its limit,
throbbing impatiently, ready to leap at any moment.
"Ready, come in, come inside." He said, trying to roll off me.
"No need to get off, it's fine like this." I hugged her and pulled her towards my chest, her breasts
pressing against my chest, her body completely on top of me, soft and alluringly heavy.
"Is this okay?" My naive girl seemed quite puzzled by this question, not even knowing
that a girl could be on top.
"You didn't know this was okay?" I asked.
"I didn't know, I've never done it before, I'm scared!" she said, and I knew what she meant by scared.
"Although some boys have shown interest in me, I don't have the courage to try anymore..." she said, and I pressed
her lips to stop her from continuing.
"It's okay, I'll be gentle," I could only comfort her like that, though I wasn't sure if I could actually do
it.
She started pressing her plump, soft flesh against me, haphazardly trying to pull it up, her wet love juices getting
all over my glans, testicles, and pubic hair.
"No, not like that!" I said, she couldn't penetrate me like that.
"Then how?" she asked, a little breathless.
"Spread your legs and kneel down!" I said, and she did as I said.
I reached out to explore the entrance to that flower garden, grasping the nerve of desire, and slowly lifted my hips to approach
the wettest part of that crevice—the peach blossom cave was already flowing with clear spring water. The
moment I pushed my glans through the labia and entered the cave, waves of warmth spread across my mushroom. To my surprise, perhaps because of her nervousness
, the flesh inside the passage closed up, preventing entry, and the path forward wasn't as smooth as I had expected. Fortunately,
because her vaginal fluid was still flowing out, I could still manage to squeeze it in gently.
"Does it hurt?" I asked. She remained silent, and I assumed she was gritting her teeth and enduring the pain.
"No, it doesn't hurt, I'm just a little nervous," she said. "
Relax, like when you drink," I said, though I wasn't sure if that would actually help her
relax.
"Oh..." she replied, then fell silent.
"Should I turn on the light?" I asked.
"No, no, how can I face you like this?" she said anxiously, and I had no choice but to give up.
I moistened the head of my penis, inserted it shallowly and then withdrew, then inserted it a little deeper and withdrew again, repeating this several times until I
felt the passage was barely passable, and I could slowly insert it about eight or nine-tenths of the way.
"Lower your hips," I said, burying the head of my penis inside. My hips were starting to ache from being raised.
"Oh..." she let out a long groan as she lowered her hips and pressed against me. My penis was completely
engulfed by her body, the entire shaft feeling warm and itchy, incredibly comfortable all over. It turned out that Xin'er's
entrance was only narrow, like a large fleshy ring around the base of the glans. Once inside, however, it was a completely different world—
exceptionally warm and slippery, with the soft, loose flesh of the walls rhythmically pressing against me. She almost violently
pressed her lips against mine, beginning a storm of kisses and sucking, while frantically and incoherently crying out,
"Want...want..." I couldn't tell if she was saying "itch...itch..." or "want...want..." I only
felt her writhing body like a water snake, her hips moving urgently and erratically. Still responding fervently
to her, my steed began to gallop happily, pounding its way forward in the soft, warm mud.
Her movements seemed somewhat hurried and immature, and it was precisely this that made me so uncontrollably aroused.
My skin began to burn, and my breathing became increasingly difficult. I felt as if I were
falling from a great height, the wind whistling past my ears. She was wet and silky, flowing like a newly dug spring,
gushing water. She began to tremble, and I shuddered involuntarily along with her. Xin'er
gritted her teeth, making gurgling sounds of endurance, her nostrils flaring, the iron bed frame beneath her creaking and groaning
.
"I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!..." she cried out, finally letting go.
"Just a little longer, just a little longer." I hadn't waited for that wonderful feeling to arrive, I couldn't ejaculate yet
.
"I...can't...take it anymore!" she said weakly, her voice broken.
I didn't speak again, but reached out and grasped her round buttocks, increasing the speed of my thrusts, forcefully pounding inside her
, trying to match my own pleasure with her rhythm, a series of loud slapping sounds filling the air between her thighs. "Ugh...mmm
...mmm..." Xin'er trembled violently as I penetrated her, her moans tinged with sobs, her breath coming in short, broken gasps: "Ah
...just...like this...it's so itchy...I'm going to die." Three or four minutes passed like this. I thrust hard,
pushing my penis to its deepest point, where her volcano teemed, where fiery lava churned.
"Ah—!" she cried out, a long, drawn-out scream like the exhausted whistle of a train arriving at a station
. Her legs clamped together, her body tense, her penis convulsing and trembling rapidly between her thighs. Finally, she released,
a gush of hot fluid gushing out, drenching me. She slumped down like a noodle, clinging to me
, motionless. Our joined bodies were already soaked, fluid constantly gushing from her opening, wetting my scrotum and
flowing into the corner between my legs. The greenhouse was still trembling rhythmically, though it gradually slowed down. Only the thick
tree roots remained as hard as iron rods, stubbornly refusing to yield. In the darkness, I reached out and brushed aside her disheveled hair,
tenderly stroking her forehead and face, which were covered in sweat.
"Yu, you're doing it so well, Xin'er! So good!" She lifted her head and tossed it back, seemingly trying to push her hair
away.
"You like it this way!" I chuckled mischievously in the darkness.
"Mmm, so this is how sex feels, it's almost unbearably good!" she sighed, pressing her face against
my chest and playing with my nipples with her fingers.
"So I'll give it to you every day from now on?" I asked tentatively.
"Ah... no way, that would make me pregnant." She seemed a little panicked.
"Aren't you scared now?" I said, and before I could finish speaking, she suddenly rolled off me.
"Hey, did you cum inside?" she slapped me and said.
"Yeah, I cummed a lot!" I said.
"You big bad guy, big bad guy, big bad guy... Waaah!" she cried, pounding
my chest like a drum, grabbing my hair and face, biting my arm... "Hey, hey, I was just kidding." I
quickly stopped her; Qianqian was still sleeping next door, and if she scratched my face, how would she go to work?
"Really? You're serious?" she said, stopping her crying.
"Feel it there!" I said, pulling her hand to touch my wet, still erect penis.
"Oh, it's still hard..." she said, pulling her hand back as if she had touched a red-hot stick
.
"Idiot! If you ejaculate, you won't get hard anymore. I'll turn on the light so you can see!" I said. Actually, I wanted to see her
...that part. I'd seen her whole body except for that area when she showered.
"No!" she yelled, pressing me down so I wouldn't get up to turn on the light.
"Why not?" I asked.
"No means no," she said.
"Oh, okay then. What do we do now?" I said.
"What do you mean, what do we do?" She didn't understand what I was talking about.
"Aren't you going to dry yourself off?" I said.
"Oh..." She fumbled around on the bedside table for a while and threw me a towel.
After we both got ready, I lay on my back, looking at the light streaming in from the doorway. I didn't know
what time it was, but I guessed it was almost dawn. She pulled a blanket over me, snuggled up to me, and
whispered, "Hold me!" I reached out and pulled her close, letting her head rest on my chest. She turned to
her side, adjusting her position, and put one leg on my thigh. I could feel the soft hair between her thighs
against my hip bone. Looking down from above, our poses resembled a large Chinese
character for "material" (材), with the right stroke stretched too far to the left by a careless writer.
The house remained pitch black, and in the increasingly deep silence, Xin'er's breathing was clearly audible. I
could even hear the pounding of my own heart. It felt as if her tongue
and lips were still intertwined with mine, and Xin'er's panting seemed to still linger in the room. We lay there in that position for who knows how long, until
we drifted off into a dream. I dreamt I was back in my hometown, in that field full of alfalfa,
the setting sun staining her flowing skirt like blood…
Chapter Thirty-Eight: An Unintentional Mistake
I woke to a rapid knocking on the door. I opened my eyes in the darkness of the room. The sounds of traffic outside had long since
returned. Xin'er was no longer on my chest. I reached out and touched the space beside me;
it was empty. I quickly got out of bed and opened the door. The light outside was so bright it hurt my eyes. I strained to open them, and there
stood Qianqian, her hair disheveled, her eyes still sleepy, as if she had just
gotten out of bed.
“Don’t you have to go to work today?” Qianqian yawned.
“Yes!” I blurted out, hurriedly going back into the room, turning on the light, and finding my underwear under the blanket to put on.
"Don't you know what time it is? The phone has rung several times, and you don't even have it with you!" Qianqian
said, standing behind me. I hurriedly ran to the bathroom to put on shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed the blanket, and quickly rinsed my
mouth. I went into the living room, where Qianqian was combing her hair in front of the mirror. I took my phone off the TV and put it in my pocket
, glancing at the wall clock. Good heavens! It was almost ten o'clock! This was the first
time I'd been late for work.
"There are vegetables and noodles in the fridge. Make whatever you like," I said to Qianqian as I locked the door,
then shuffled downstairs. The weather was no different from yesterday; hoping for
a good, refreshing rain in Chongqing's summer was practically a pipe dream. As I walked, I checked my phone. There were fourteen
missed calls: seven from Xin'er, six from Qianqian, and one from Sister Shu. This made
me very uneasy.
I practically sprinted into the company. Sister Shu peeked out from behind the computer at the front desk and said, "You're here!"
"Uh…" I stammered, trying to catch my breath.
"You were exhausted yesterday morning?" Sister Shu said, smiling as she stepped out from behind the desk, revealing her pearly
white teeth.
"No…no…we didn't…" I stammered, avoiding her eyes,
and ran to my locker to rummage through my novel.
"Come on, still so stubborn, doing it and still denying it, men…" Sister Shu sighed, which
made me find her a bit annoying, as if she was destined to be at odds with men her whole life, believing all men to be heartless and
ungrateful. I couldn't bring this up; Sister Shu was a very strong-willed woman, and she would argue with me until the
truth was clear. I lay down on the sofa in the reception area, pretending to open my novel and
read it casually. Seeing that I wasn't responding, Sister Shu went to the work area and started fiddling with this and that, sometimes with the
scissors, sometimes with the stapler… I was already used to these meaningless, routine actions; she
was just killing time. Compared to sitting at the front desk surfing the internet for long periods, walking around was probably
the best and most practical form of exercise.
I had only been lying down for less than two minutes when the phone rang. I put down my novel, grabbed the phone, and sat up.
"Hey, you lazybones, are you at work yet?" It was Xin'er's sweet voice on the other end.
"You still dare to complain? You didn't even wake me up! Now look what happened, I'm an hour late!" I complained. I was just
thinking of calling her, but she showed up at my door.
"I got up at seven o'clock, and you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you!" Xin'er explained
.
"Oh, okay, remember to wake me up next time," I said.
"I've called you several times, look, no one's answering," she said, feeling wronged.
"Oh, the phone's in the living room. You know, you can't hear it from inside." I felt a little ashamed;
I'd have to sleep with the phone in my hand from now on.
"Oh, right, has Qianqian left?" She seemed to have suddenly remembered.
"I don't know, she just got up when I did," I said.
"Ah, so she's going to stay with us?" Xin'er sounded a little angry.
"No way..." I said, I'd rather she stayed in our house. "She has her own place
, she doesn't care."
"That's good, I'm busy now, a customer came in, we haven't opened yet, bye-bye!" She hung up
the phone.
"Bye-bye!" The dial tone came from the other end of the line. Hanging up so quickly, really.
Sister Shu walked over with a smile, teasingly saying, "Oh, Yu Miao, right? She's been doing it in your room, that
slut!"
"No way, didn't she sleep with you last night?" I said with a laugh, I was "
turning the tables."
Sister Shu's face flushed crimson. "Everyone else has a lover, why would they care about me—just a friend?
" she said, deliberately emphasizing the words "just a friend," though it only made things worse.
"How was yesterday morning?" she followed, seemingly realizing she shouldn't have emphasized "just a friend
."
"How was what?" I asked.
"You're still pretending. Who is Yu Miao to me? She's told me everything. Aren't you going to confess?" Sister Shu
said with a grin.
My face burned. How could I tell someone something like this? I looked up at Sister Shu and said,
"Ah, well, she told you everything, you know?"
"I'm asking you, not her. She's a slut, saying she got incredibly good with our Xiao Yu
." She tilted her head, still grinning. She was putting me on the defensive.
"My feeling...hehe...same as yours, lots of water!" I said. Sister Shu's
smile suddenly froze, and she awkwardly went to the front desk to sullenly browse the internet. I realized I was such a blabbermouth,
blurting things out without thinking. I wanted to slap myself.
Sister Shu hadn't spoken to me all morning, which made me even more anxious. She might have told
the boss about being late. If I hadn't angered her, she wouldn't have complained. This time, she was definitely going to report me. Being an hour late meant a day's pay deduction, a 　　severe punishment
for a newcomer with a low salary . 　　My stomach was growling. I usually went to eat breakfast, but there were only two hours until lunchtime 　　, so I had to endure it. I didn't even bother reading the novel, just reclining on the sofa, lost in thought. 　　The company felt eerily quiet, except for the "clack-clack" of Sister Shu's typing. I longed for her 　　to talk to me, even just a single word. Just then, a courier delivered a letter, placing it 　　on the low wooden table in the reception area after pushing open the glass door. I picked it up and saw it was from China Merchants Bank addressed to the boss's wife. I called out to the receptionist, 　　"Sister Shu, there's a letter!" I was just making conversation. "Oh, just leave it there?" Sister Shu 　　said curtly, her voice cold, her face barely showing, making me feel incredibly awkward. I steeled myself, 　　thinking, "Whatever, let it be!" It's just a day's wages. I couldn't concentrate on reading my novel at all today; 　　I felt restless. Life, which had been as stagnant as still water, was now being disrupted by playful children 　　throwing pebbles into its tranquility. This sudden change caught me off 　　guard. I imitated Sister Shu, pacing back and forth in the workshop, touching and fiddling with this and that, trying 　　to find a different kind of fresh joy in these familiar tools… Not knowing what Qianqian was doing, I went back to the 　　reception area, picked up the phone from the sofa, and called her. 　　“Where are you?” I said, thinking she was probably sleeping, only doing business at night. 　　“I’m in the kitchen!” she said. 　　“Where am I or where are you?” I asked. 　　“Didn’t you tell me to cook with the food in the fridge? Why are you asking?” she said. 　　“I’m coming back for dinner too, so cook more.” I said. 　　“You’re coming back for dinner? Do I need to tell you that? The food’s ready, I’m cooking!” she said, and I heard 　　the sound of a knife chopping on the cutting board. 　　“I’m coming back!” I said, glancing at the wall clock; it was almost midnight. 　　“Okay, come back soon. Bye!” she said, hanging up the phone. 　　My heart felt warm. I went to the front desk and told Sister Shu I was going to eat. She looked up at me, seemingly 　　a little impatient, and said, "If you want to go, just go. Why bother telling me?" I was speechless and awkwardly 　　left. 　　[To be continued]

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