Unwavering Passion

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I first met Wen shortly after the start of the fall semester. I was waiting in the graduate office for a professor to process my registration
. Seeing no one was around, I sat at a clerk's desk.

I was idly reading the newspaper when a woman gracefully entered and timidly asked, "Professor, is this where you register
?" I put down my newspaper and looked closely. She was a woman with delicate features, a fair neck, wearing a fitted floral
dress , and a slightly plump figure. She was carrying a straw hat and had large, questioning eyes.

Suddenly wanting to tease her, I casually asked, "Yes. Which unit are you from? What's your name?"

"Wen, XX Teachers' College."

"Hmm, where are your documents?"

"Here," she respectfully handed them to me.

Only then did I smile and say, "I'm here to register too."

I watched her expression change from surprise to a flushed, angry face; her pretty appearance suddenly became much more appealing.
I quickly apologized, poured her a glass of water, and asked her to sit down. Soon, the teacher arrived, we completed the formalities, and I helped her
with her luggage to her dormitory. That's how we met. Wen was a part-time student, attending classes at the school for a year.

Student life was monotonous and tedious, and the days passed by. Between Wen and me, we simply became familiar. I
did well in my English and computer classes, and Wen would sometimes come to me for help, which I was happy to do. I learned that she had just gotten married
last year .

One day, she came to see me, knocking on my door. I saw her with light makeup, wearing a beautiful
white floral dress. The dress had a lower neckline than usual, and because she was holding books in her hands, her breasts were prominently displayed,
her cleavage particularly alluring. Coupled with her slight tilt of her head and a smile, I was stunned: Wen was a very attractive
woman .

She noticed me staring at her, and her face flushed. She lowered her eyes: "Can't you let me in?"

"Oh, sorry," I said, trying to compose myself, as I made way for her.

Of the three guys in my dorm, the other two lived near the school and only came over for lunch breaks; otherwise,
I was alone.

She sat there, earnestly asking me questions. I answered absentmindedly, constantly getting up to
pour tea or rummage through the bookshelf. Actually, my eyes were constantly drawn to her cleavage. She
sat , the curves of her waist and hips like a guitar, her body swaying slightly as she spoke, as if playing wondrous
music.

Unfortunately, it was a small question, a piece of cake, and the question was answered "quickly." She left.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I took several cold showers, but my crotch was still burning with discomfort. My girlfriend
had been gone for over half a year. She had relatives in Australia and needed to go abroad urgently, so she left first
. Although she cried before leaving, we had our first intimate encounter and made vows of eternal love
, the vast distance and time had gradually caused us to lose contact. It must be difficult for her in a foreign land
, though she never mentions it. But she taught me about the passion and wonder of sex, yet left me to suffer
the torment of separation. She shouldn't have taught me, only to deny me a chance to learn.

Wen was a woman who stirred my imagination.

A few days later, when I saw Wen in the cafeteria, I couldn't help but call out to her, "Can you come to my dorm later?"

She paused slightly, then nodded almost unconsciously.

I quickly finished my meal, brushed my teeth, and made my bed. I waited for her anxiously. My two roommates wouldn't be
coming today; they were away on a business trip with their advisor.

Wen arrived, wearing a black dress with a subtle floral pattern.

We chatted about trivial things, and I tried my best to remain calm, even though my heart was pounding. Wen seemed to sense
something was about to happen and appeared somewhat uneasy. I finally mustered my courage, walked over, and stroked her
shoulders , gently kissing her fair neck.

She shuddered, as if electrocuted, and tried to avoid me. I grew bolder and, without a word, pulled
her onto the bed and kissed her passionately. Although she tried to avoid me with her rapid breathing, she didn't strongly object,
so I became bolder.

I kissed her neck, face, nose, and lips while my hands caressed her thighs, chest, and waist.
Her breathing became more and more rapid, and my hands caressed her breasts more intensely. My kisses rained
down on her hairline, her fragrant neck, face, and lips.

I tried to unbutton her blouse, and she began to push my hands away forcefully. I held her tightly with one hand, and with the other, I unbuttoned her bra despite her resistance, revealing
two full, firm, white breasts! 　　I kissed one of her breasts, and in that instant, Wen let out a soft "Oh," collapsing into my arms, losing all resistance, letting me frantically kiss and caress her large, white breasts, and letting me frantically rub her slightly trembling thighs. 　　It seemed like a long time passed before Wen "woke up," pushed me away forcefully, and threatened to scream for help. Seeing this, I knew that forcing things wouldn't work and might even cause trouble, so I slowly stopped and let her get up. 　　Wen quickly rebuttoned her clothes and tidied her hair and face. I stood awkwardly at the door, ready to open it . 　　I murmured softly, "I'm sorry." 　　At that moment, she suddenly threw herself into my arms and hugged me tightly. 　　The air seemed to freeze; we didn't speak, just held each other tightly for about a minute. 　　Wen left. 　　I sat there blankly, my mind empty, wondering if I had done something wrong or something good. 　　In the early spring, the temperature was unpredictable, and my mood became even more gloomy. From then on, whenever Wen saw me, she would always lower her head slightly and hurry past. But I still couldn't forget her body, that woman's scent, and her dazzlingly large breasts. 　　Many more days passed like this. 　　In March, peach blossoms quietly bloomed along the paths on campus. The sky seemed overcast. After dinner, to the music playing on the campus evening radio, I took a walk alone, letting my heart temporarily escape my feverish body, allowing my spirit to explore the story of each flower bud. 　　One ordinary evening, on my favorite path, Wen walked towards me. She seemed to be taking a walk , carrying a few pink flowers. 　　We couldn't avoid each other. Suddenly, a long-held desire was boldly released from the depths of my heart, surging forth...

My throat tightened: "Wen, could you come to my dorm? I have something I want to tell you."

She nodded slightly.

So, we walked in different directions along the path lined with fiery red maple leaves.

I quickly went back to my dorm, showered, and tidied my bed with books and blankets.

Night fell. Wen finally knocked gently on my door.

Wen had changed into a pretty little red floral dress; under the fluorescent light, her face and hands looked even whiter.

I gently took her hand, and she didn't refuse, quietly coming to my bedside. I offered her my favorite
Yueyang Junshan Maojian tea, showed her my photo album, and told her about interesting past events. Gradually, Wen relaxed.
We chatted and laughed. Watching her red lips as she drank the tea, my thoughts became chaotic again.

She seemed to know I was staring at her; her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and the steam from the tea seemed to make her face
flush . I went over and put my arm around her shoulder, and she seemed to instinctively pull away, but didn't leave her seat.

I put down the teacup for her, pulled her into my arms, and began to kiss her.

This time she didn't dodge much, but her lips didn't initiate. I didn't care, and continued to kiss her hairline,
neck, cheeks, eyes, nose, chin, and red lips passionately, my hands groping her breasts, waist, and thighs,
while pulling her down onto my bed.

Compared to last time, this time, I unhooked her bra more easily. Her white, full breasts
swayed lively on her soft bosom as she instinctively resisted.

Naturally, I suckled her nipple, greedily kissing her breast. She squinted her eyes, her hands
weakly trying to push me away, but her rapid breathing and flushed face only fueled my desire to possess her!

I started to reach under her skirt, pulling down her panties. She seemed to sober up a bit and began to push my
hands away forcefully, but her hands were no match for the hands of a 1.8-meter-tall man burning with lust who had once played volleyball
. Soon, I pulled down her panties, along with her stockings.

She seemed a little scared, her legs tightly pressed together, her hands clutching her chest, looking at me nervously.

I quickly pulled down my pants and pressed down on her.

Under the pressure of my thick legs, her pink legs had to spread apart, and I took the opportunity to position myself, thrusting my
already hard and hot penis into her lovely tuft of pubic hair.

"You're committing a crime!" she gasped, threatening me in a low voice.

Ignoring everything, I continued to thrust forward!

"I'm going to call for help!" she threatened again in a low voice.

Before she finished speaking, my penis was inserted into her already overflowing flower. I had already ejaculated!

"Oh!" she exclaimed, her whole body tensing up, lifting her hips, clamping her legs around me, gripping my waist tightly with both hands, and closing
her eyes.

I quickly thrust in and out, and after only a few strokes, I felt my penis being squeezed and pressed by the strong, rhythmic
contractions of her vagina!

Although it wasn't my first time, it was the first time I had been so greedily and intensely sucked by a woman's flower, it felt so
good ... I couldn't take it! I was aroused, thrusting hard into her clitoris and ejaculating inside her.

We remained pressed together like that until the climax gradually subsided.

She finally recovered, pushed me away, grabbed her underwear, and ran to the bathroom. I stood there for a while, then
started getting dressed.

After a long time, she came out, her clothes and hair neatly arranged.

She came over and silently hugged me. I didn't know what to say, only murmuring, "I have
birth control pills ."

"No need," she said softly.

I suddenly felt a little apprehensive. She looked up at me and said, "I've been married, don't be afraid."

She hugged me tightly again, then let go, opened the door, and left.

I stood there dumbfounded.

That night, I slept soundly, feeling utterly exhausted.

After that, Wen never came to my room again.

It seemed like only yesterday, but a year had passed. Wen had left and returned to her school. I went to
the gate of her school, foolishly waiting for her, hoping to see her. But I never succeeded.

In the lonely days after Wen left, my girlfriend wrote to say she had started a new life in Australia and hoped
I would find a new partner soon. Although she emphasized that she still loved me and couldn't forget
all the sweet moments we shared,

I felt I should go out and see the world too. So, in the year before graduation, I began to isolate myself, intensively
preparing for my university entrance exams and sending out application letters. Luckily, I received an offer and full scholarship from a university in country A upon graduation, and also
managed to get a visa.

Amidst the busy paperwork and farewell dinner, I especially wanted to see Wen. So, I specifically set aside
two days to go to Wen's school to find her.

Finally, I found Wen in a classroom, where she was teaching. When she saw me outside the classroom door,
she paused slightly, then continued teaching. I kept a certain distance from the classroom, silently watching her as she lectured and
wrote on the blackboard.

Class ended. Wen came to the bushes where I was standing. She looked fuller and a little tired as she approached
. We exchanged a few brief greetings, and I told her I was just passing by and thought I'd drop by. My
concern for her seemed to bring her some joy. However, when I looked her straight in the eye and told her I was
staying alone in a certain room of a certain hotel, she turned her head, looked into the distance, and softly told me that she was now a mother
, that her husband treated her very well, and that sometimes she felt sorry for him.

We were silent for a while, and I knew I had no chance this time. So, as the bell rang for class, I said goodbye to her.
I didn't mention going abroad.

As I was about to leave the school gate, I turned back and saw her still watching me. A gentle breeze blew her floral dress, lifted her
hair, and our eyes met again across the vast distance of time.

Goodbye, dear woman, no matter where I am in the world, I will never forget you. I waved and sent my
blessings.

Postscript: Ten years have passed since I wrote these words. Looking back, I am shocked by my
recklessness and impulsiveness back then. But I don't regret it.

The grass on the plain grows and withers each year. Flowers use their most beautiful colors to attract nectar-gathering life; peacocks
use their most magnificent feathers to win the favor of the opposite sex. The pursuit of life and the coming together and parting of love are nature's joyful song.
Furthermore, the untouched summits offer unique scenery and breathtaking experiences; as the saying goes, "The most beautiful views are found at the most dangerous peaks."
My youth was without regrets, my passion forever in my heart, a life experience that has been brewing for years to come.

I am still waiting for the next moment of such passionate fervor. This feeling of searching is important; it tells me that
the flame of youth still flickers within me, that my life is still pulsating.

[The End]

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