handsome boyfriend

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After a day of partying, I'd come home and go online. Before I knew it, my QQ friends list had expanded from exclusively female to include a few more unconventional ones. And before I knew it, I found chatting with these different kinds of friends quite interesting. My favorite chat partner was someone named "Mood Stories." According to his profile, he also lived in Guangzhou and was 26 years old. The good thing about QQ is that you can say things you wouldn't normally dare to say. At first, I was a little hesitant to open up, but through his humorous and witty conversations, I gradually opened up. We talked about everything, big or small. He was always like an older brother on the other side of the screen, sharing my joy and relieving my worries. He also told me a lot about himself. I learned he had two girlfriends and was always worried about how to keep them from discovering his infidelity. Anyway, there are many similar stories in this society, so I didn't find them offensive. Once the topic of relationships started, it was hard to stop. I poured out my frustrations to him, from minor arguments with others to academic setbacks. After venting, I felt a bit better. Feeling a little embarrassed to talk too much about my own problems, I asked him about his girlfriend. He sighed, saying he liked both of them, but knew he could only choose one, and he had carefully considered which one to keep. Just as I was happy for him, he suddenly typed: "Can I see you?" I was taken aback. I usually only video chatted with classmates, never with a stranger. My heart suddenly pounded, unsure if it was nervousness or excitement. Just as I was wondering what to do, another line popped up on the screen: "Shouldn't you let this handsome guy show off a bit?" His wit won me over. Hesitantly, I clicked the video chat icon on QQ, hastily fixing my hair while the connection was establishing. Finally, he appeared on the screen. His well-defined features and slightly dark skin made him look energetic and vibrant. My heart skipped a beat: he really was handsome, just as I'd imagined. Seeing him put on his headphones, I picked up the ones on the stage and put them on too. His voice was deep and magnetic: "Ah, I see you, you...you're so beautiful!" Any girl would feel happy to receive a compliment, and I was no exception. Seeing the decorations behind him, I asked, "You're home too?" "Yeah, I rent a place with a friend. My family is too strict; it's much freer to live on my own." Because I'm usually so well-behaved, my parents aren't too strict with me. I replied, "It's a blessing to have family who cares. You guys are just too playful, aren't you?" "Haha, you're right. I do love to have fun. If I hadn't been thinking about chatting with you these past few days, I would have been out by now." "Who doesn't love to have fun? But there should be limits. Where do you usually go?" "Too many places! Hey! I was thinking of going to Beijing Road tomorrow. Are you free? Want to come with me?" "You have plenty of girlfriends. What would I do there?" I thought he was just joking and casually agreed. "No, no, no, I've never met someone I met online before. I want to give it a try. Look, it's broad daylight, are you afraid I'll eat you up? At most, I'll treat you to McDonald's." A wave of panic washed over me, and just as I was feeling lost, he launched into a barrage of pleas. I thought to myself, "In broad daylight, do you think I, a soon-to-be college student, would be fooled by you?" Hesitantly, I finally nodded in agreement. He flashed a charming smile on the other side of the screen, excited like a big kid, grinning from ear to ear. That night, we chatted very late, then reluctantly turned off our phones and went to sleep after agreeing on a meeting place. The next afternoon, I took the bus to Beijing Road. When I arrived at our agreed-upon location, the XX Cinema, I saw him looking around from afar. When he saw me, his signature smile spread across his face. Seeing him in person, I took another look. He looked even more energetic than on screen, wearing a t-shirt and jeans that made him appear vibrant. Of course, my white dress also caught his eye. I spoke first, "I didn't expect you to arrive so early! Sorry to have kept you waiting?" "No, no, I just got here too, haha. Come on, let me treat you to McDonald's first. I never go back on my word." He then casually pulled my hand and started walking forward. My hand was in his large, rough hand, and somehow, I just let him hold it. My heart was pounding. At McDonald's, we chatted happily like long-lost friends. His robust physique and humorous conversation stirred a strange feeling in me, especially when our eyes met; my heart raced like a deer's. After McDonald's, as we went down the stairs, he naturally took my hand again. Beijing Road in Guangzhou is incredibly bustling. Although there were fewer people during the day than at night, it was still crowded. He led me through the crowd, and we looked like a couple. For some reason, my heart felt sweet, without any aversion. After he bought me a few small trinkets, we sat back-to-back on a wooden bench drinking cola. When he wasn't looking, I wiped the ice water from the cola onto my hand and then slipped it inside his collar, startling him. Passersby cast envious glances at us, this "young couple," and for a moment, I felt like I was truly in love. Even though I knew he was just an online friend, and a guy with two girlfriends, I figured it wasn't a loss to let him be my virtual boyfriend for once—after all, he had no idea what I was thinking. Happy times fly by, and before we knew it, it was dinnertime. After eating at a fast-food restaurant, we planned to see a movie. But as we left the restaurant, my high heels snapped, the heel breaking, and I injured my ankle. He immediately picked me up and sat me on the bench, massaging my ankle with a pained expression that filled me with happiness. For a moment, I completely forgot he was a man with two girlfriends. My shoes were unwearable, so he took them to a shoe store and bought me a new pair according to my size. Watching him busily buying shoes for me in the Beijing Road shoe store, I was so touched that my eyes welled up with tears. The shoes arrived, and they fit perfectly, but my foot injury was quite bad; I couldn't walk. He looked at me and said, "How about we skip the movie? My place isn't far from here. Come to my place, and I'll get some medicine for you to apply." What could I say at that point? I could only nod in agreement. He hailed a taxi, pointed out the location, and the car sped towards his place. In the car, he still held my hand, and I involuntarily leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his embrace. I'm sure if my classmates had seen me at that moment, they wouldn't have thought that the girl leaning against a boy in a taxi was me. Things are so strange; a girl as conservative about relationships as me was so vulnerable in matters of the heart. What does it mean to fall in love at first sight? At that moment, I truly understood what it meant to be blinded by love; I was experiencing it firsthand. He half-carried me upstairs. His apartment wasn't large, but it was quite charming, a two-bedroom, one-living-room layout that made the rooms seem small while the living room felt spacious. His room wasn't as messy as I'd imagined. But after putting me on the bed, he still hurriedly tidied up, then turned on the fan to blow on me, while he searched everywhere for the first-aid kit. Unable to find the medicine, he told me to read a book, and then went to the street to buy some. I randomly picked up a book and flipped through it; it was a martial arts novel. Boys always like these kinds of novels. I patiently read it, almost falling asleep. He didn't return for almost half an hour. I really didn't know it took so long to buy medicine. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled my injured foot onto his big foot, poured medicine from the bottle, and evenly applied it to my ankle, then gently stroked it, doing it so carefully. That feeling of happiness welled up in my heart again. Breaking the silence, I asked, "Why don't I see a picture of your girlfriend?" In my understanding, couples in love would always have a framed picture of each other on their bedside table. He laughed and said, "Who should I put there? What if someone sees it?" I then remembered that he had two girlfriends. A pang of sadness hit me. "Okay, it might hurt a little now, you have to bear with it." Before I could react, I felt an excruciating pain in my ankle. I screamed and jumped up, clinging tightly to him. He continued to vigorously rub my ankle, comforting me, "It won't hurt for long, this is how your foot will heal faster." Tears streamed down my face from the pain, and for some reason, I opened my mouth and bit his shoulder. He yelled when I bit him, but he didn't pull away, just grinning as I bit him. Gradually, his grip loosened, and the pain in my foot subsided, but I still clung to him, only my mouth no longer biting his shoulder. His hands, which had been rubbing my feet, slowly encircled my waist. Though we didn't speak, we could hear each other's heartbeats. The masculine scent emanating from him intoxicated me… I don't know when, but his lips touched my hair, then my forehead, then my eyebrows, then my nose, and then I pushed him away. Casually fixing my hair, I dared not look at him, only whispering like a mosquito…I said "Thank you!" He grabbed my hand, which I was unsure what to do with, and said something that made my blood boil: "Yun, I really like you." I could only hide my panic with a smile: "Hehe, we've only known each other for a short time..." "No, I fell in love with you at first sight. You're so pure, so beautiful, so... so... Anyway, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?" He looked at me with eager eyes like a helpless kitten. I avoided his gaze, my heart pounding so hard I almost suffocated, but I still joked, "You already have two girlfriends, do you want another one?" "No, all of that is in the past. Now, I only want you." I believe he only used a little force to pull me into his arms. Although it wasn't the first time I'd been in his arms, this time the feeling was completely different from before. He held me, so tightly. Feeling the stubble on his lip, my body became weak and powerless, so I closed my eyes and let his lips nuzzle my face. I secretly hoped his lips wouldn't attack mine, yet I also seemed to crave his kiss. This contradiction quickly vanished; as his lips invaded mine, his hands simultaneously invaded my breasts. Even through the two layers of fabric, I could feel the heat of his palms. My girlish reserve made me grab his arm, but this symbolic gesture didn't stop him. His hands kneaded my breasts through my clothes, his tongue trying to pry open my teeth. I never imagined my first kiss would feel so forced. Perhaps he thought the fabric hindered his touch, so he abandoned my breasts and placed his hands on my bare feet exposed outside my skirt. The warmth of his palms stimulated goosebumps on my thighs, then spread throughout my body. I couldn't help but moan. Just as my mouth opened slightly, his tongue slipped inside. Something unfamiliar entered my mouth, but I didn't resist; instead, I felt an indescribable excitement. That excitement made my moans even more unrestrained, and I involuntarily stuck out my tongue to entwine with his. Hearing my moans seemed to encourage him. His hand, which had been on my large foot, slowly moved upwards. As it passed the edge of my triangle, my nerves suddenly tightened, and a sliver of clarity returned to my mind. I tried to push him away, but all my strength seemed to have vanished. My hands, instead of moving, pressed against his chest as if I were caressing him. Thankfully, his hand didn't stop there; it continued along my waist and climbed up to my chest. This attack made my relaxed nerves tense up again. I grabbed his arm with the hand that had been pushing him away, hoping to stop him. But it was futile. His fingers skillfully pried open the cups of my bra from under it, and one of my breasts immediately fell into his grasp. He merely rubbed my nipple, and I was completely powerless, lying in his arms like a corpse, letting him do as he pleased. His bra was now pushed up over my breasts, and he alternately played with both breasts with one hand while using the other to lay my body flat on the edge of the bed. He got off the bed, knelt down beside it, and continued kissing me. Then, he started to lift my skirt up. My heart screamed, "No! This can't go on! Something bad will happen if this continues!" But I didn't have the strength to push him away, or even to shout at him. When the fan made my breasts tingle, he stopped. I snapped out of my daze and opened my eyes. I saw him staring intently at my breasts. Looking down, I saw my skirt was already up to my chest, my breasts proudly erect, my nipples hardened from the stimulation. I was only wearing a small pair of panties covering my private parts; that small piece of fabric was all I had left. I was almost completely naked in front of this boy I had just met. A wave of shyness washed over me, and I quickly tried to pull my skirt down, but he stopped me. He buried his head in my chest and sucked hard on one of my nipples. The pleasure from my nipple almost made me scream, and my hands involuntarily grabbed his head. He kissed and bit my breasts, his hands roaming over my thighs and lower abdomen. My heart was screaming for help; I wanted to resist, but the ecstasy made me want to continue. I'd never felt so helpless before. So he pulled my skirt over my head, and without any resistance from me, my bra was already off.I was watching a high-definition domestic adult film online. Bare-chested, I could only helplessly cover my chest with my arms. He didn't pull my hands away; instead, he casually tossed my skirt on the ground and began kissing my lower abdomen. I never imagined that was also my sensitive area. Waves of stimulation surged through my brain, making my heart flutter uncontrollably. When he kissed my face again, my hands, which were on my chest, wrapped around his neck. He whispered in my ear, "Yun, I will be good to you. I love you, I really love you." His breath tickled my ear, but I was deeply moved. I found an excuse for myself: what he said didn't seem fake; he would definitely treat me well. This kind of boy was great, and to be honest, I liked him too. Oh well, I'll just let him be. With this excuse, I kissed him back, deeply kissing his handsome face. He quickly offered his lips to me for a kiss. At that moment, I was so intoxicated; it seemed that this was what happiness was all about. He took off his t-shirt, revealing his muscular body, and lay down on my left, one leg wrapped around my thigh, the other hand kneading my right breast, while his left nipple was being bitten. I closed my eyes and moaned, enjoying his caresses. The hand holding my breast began to move downwards, and when it passed my lower abdomen, I knew what he wanted to do. I grabbed his hand and murmured, "No, not there, don't..." He ignored my protests, freeing my limp hands and slipping his large hand inside my underwear. At the same time, the leg wrapped around my thigh slipped between my legs, making it impossible for me to close them. Thus, my most private parts were exposed in his hands. It was already filled with love juice; I could even feel it slipping from his palm and staining my thigh. His fingers moved up and down outside, the intense stimulation almost driving me crazy. I gripped the sheets tightly, trying my best not to scream. My lower body twisted uncontrollably. Like flipping open a bra, he flipped his hand over and pulled, dragging my small piece of clothing down to below my knees and then off my body. It was then that I realized being naked in front of a boy could be a thrill, a thrill that made my body involuntarily twist. He quickly pulled down his pants, and after hearing the sound of them hitting the floor, he pulled my hand to a certain spot. My hand touched a hot, hard object, and I couldn't help but open my eyes. I saw him naked, half-squatting on the bed, my hand pressed against his penis, which was darker than his skin, the tip a purplish-black, the back of the shaft covered in blue veins. Thick pubic hair covered the tip, and his scrotum hung low. My God, this was the first time in my life I had truly seen a man's private parts. It was so terrifying, so ugly. Fear gripped my heart. I tried to pull my hand away, but he grabbed it instead, making me hold his penis. He gently said to me, "Help me touch it, okay?" I had no choice but to hold his penis, and he pulled my hand to stroke it, making comfortable moans. My clumsy stroking probably didn't really feel good for him, and he gave up after a while. I was just happily withdrawing my hand when, unexpectedly, he held his penis in front of me, looking at me with burning eyes, and said, "Yun, kiss it for me." Oh my god, he wanted me to suck his penis! I shook my head violently, "No, I don't want to do that. I need to get dressed, it's getting late, I should go back." My sudden attitude surprised him, and he quickly grabbed me, not letting me get up, "Okay, okay, no kissing, no kissing. Then let me kiss you." As he spoke, he leaned over me and kissed me. I couldn't push him away, so I had to let him kiss me. He slowly moved his body onto me, pressing his broad chest against me. It felt so good, and I couldn't help but hug him. His legs were already between mine, his left hand roaming from my upper body to my lower body, using his legs to spread my legs apart. I sensed something was wrong and subconsciously tried to struggle, but by then his hand had reached my private parts and was playing with them. My tense nerves relaxed slightly, and I was considering whether to refuse or give in if he forced himself on me. Suddenly, I felt a hard object attack my entrance. From the thick feeling, I knew it couldn't be his hand. Sure enough, I heard him say in my ear, "Darling, I'm going in. Relax. I'll make sure you feel better." I hate how time sometimes flies by so fast, so fast that it doesn't even give me a moment to think properly. A tearing pain shot through my lower body, and tears inexplicably streamed down my face. I didn't know if it was from the pain of losing my virginity or from the regret I felt at that moment. [The End]

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