Passion in a Beach Tent

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It's been almost three years since that relationship started, and I've never dared to tell anyone. My social circle is small, and if I told anyone, my girlfriend might find out. Then… well, my girlfriend has a very strong personality. This is absolutely true. (No one here knows me, that's okay.) In

early May 2002, I was a sophomore at Shenzhen XX University. But something happened that caught me completely off guard. My girlfriend at another university suddenly started dating someone else. Because I lived far away, the situation was very unfavorable. I couldn't be with my girlfriend all the time, so I was incredibly depressed. I ate very little and slept very little. Every friend was worried about me, but I wouldn't listen to anyone. This female friend was one of them.
She was in the class next to mine, and we met because we went to the same internet cafe every day. She was a year older than me, and to be honest, her looks were above average, but she had a mature air about her age. She looked like she was around 26. She was also very wealthy. Everyone said she was some boss's mistress, sent to university. She's very dependent on men, especially on me at school. People say we're having an affair. Neither of us both bothered to explain. We're both the kind of people who are supposedly cool and aloof. Me? I'm pretty handsome, and I attract a lot of attention from women at school. But because of my personality, many women don't dare to get close. (Absolutely not exaggerating.)

That Saturday morning, I was lying in bed like a wilted onion, not wanting to move or eat. Suddenly, she called my dorm. My roommate told me my "lover" was looking for me. I knew it was her as soon as I heard the phone. When I answered, she asked me to go to the beach. I really didn't want to go; my wife had run away, how could I be in the mood for fun? She scolded me and insisted I go. I had no choice but to change into my beach clothes and go downstairs. A few minutes later, she brought a female classmate from our class. She said she was afraid I might do something to her there. I was stunned; I wasn't in the mood at all. The female classmate blushed when she heard that. This woman is really...

At the beach, she rented a tent. Since the seawater was still quite cold in May, we didn't swim. We just played ball on the shore, splashed each other, and took pictures. Gradually, I forgot my worries and hadn't laughed in a long time. I had a really fun day. Around noon, the girl claimed she had to go back. Who knows if she was telling the truth?

She didn't seem to want to go back. I treated her to seafood at the beach (ouch, seafood in Shenzhen isn't as cheap as people imagine). In the afternoon, something unexpected happened. In my excitement, I splashed her pants completely soaked. She went back to the tent, took off her pants, and wrung them out. I suddenly remembered there was a small mesh vent at the back of the tent. Afraid she'd be exposed, I went to close the small vent (the vent was on the outside, a very impractical design). Unexpectedly, it was I, trying to protect her, who got a glimpse of her. I saw her legs were very straight, her skin was very white, and she was wearing a small white lace panty. Although I only saw it for a few seconds before closing the vent, she still saw it. After coming out of the tent, she glared at me and said, "Is it pretty?" I explained my motives, feeling wronged; it was purely accidental. She laughed and said she knew I wasn't that kind of person. Good heavens, I am that kind of person, but I really didn't have the heart for it right now. After playing for a while, she said she was tired and lay down to rest in the tent. I sat at the tent entrance, enjoying the sea breeze, thinking about the past few days, feeling very upset. She called my name from behind me and said, "Do you know your friends are very worried about you?" I nodded. She asked me what I wanted to do. I shook my head. She tried to persuade me a lot, but I couldn't listen and didn't remember what she said. A long silence followed. I turned to look at her; she had fallen asleep. I was so touched by this friend who genuinely cared about me. I looked at her; she wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either, and she had a noble air about her. She had few friends because of her personality; few people could understand her. She was so sincere and caring towards her friends. I could feel her loneliness. I was so grateful to have such a friend. Suddenly, the feeling of being touched turned into an impulse. I felt melancholy. Gently, I leaned in and kissed her lips. Her lips were soft, and kissing them felt wonderful. I wanted to take it a step further, so I turned and closed the tent flap, kissing her again. She woke up, pushed me away, and stared at me intently. She said, "Let's not do this." I froze, unsure what to say. Time seemed to stand still. She broke the silence, saying, "Open the tent flap, it's so hot." I quickly opened it. We resumed our positions from minutes before, her lying inside the tent, me sitting at the door. But now my desire was aroused. I had suppressed it for so long. I secretly glanced back and saw she was asleep again. I couldn't resist; I hadn't been with a woman in so long. I moved closer again. When my lips were less than two centimeters from hers, I felt her breathing quicken. Her eyes weren't fully closed; she was nervously and secretly observing me. It turned out she was also hoping for something; she said she had a boyfriend back home. But she had been at school for so long, and she had suppressed it for just as long. I suddenly pulled away from her, went outside the tent, drew the curtains, went back inside, and closed the door. Then I quickly pounced on her. I kissed her passionately. She tried to push me away, but she couldn't budge me. I took her hand, kissed the back of it, and said, "Thank you." Her resistance was so weak, so symbolic. I unzipped her blouse, revealing a white bra. I looked at her small but beautifully shaped, snow-white breasts. I looked into her eyes again and asked, "Is it okay?" She didn't say anything. I took that as her consent. I gently turned her body slightly and unhooked her bra from behind. I pushed her bra up. She let out a soft moan and buried her face in my body. Good heavens, I saw inverted nipples for the first time in my life. I curiously grasped her breast. She gasped. I felt excited. I gently squeezed her breast, trying to make her nipples come out. But her nipples seemed even more shy than she was. They just wouldn't come out. I whispered to her, "Why are your nipples inside?" She blushed and said playfully, "That's how beautiful girls are." I chuckled, then lay on top of her, kissing one breast while kneading the other. I gently sucked on her shy nipple. I felt a playful little thing tumbling between my lips, disappearing back into that white mound as I sucked. After a few repetitions, she began to get excited, her nipple starting to emerge on its own, hard and small. I played with those two mounds that intrigued me, and she became aroused. She hummed softly, as if afraid I would hear.

I felt the time was right. I started to pull down her pants. She suddenly grabbed them, looking into my eyes. She asked, "Do we really have to do this?" I didn't speak, just smiled faintly and brushed her hand away. I continued to pull down her pants, and she didn't resist anymore. She even lifted her buttocks slightly, and I easily pulled them down. I saw the small triangle of underwear I had seen earlier; the bottom was already wet. It turned out she really hadn't had sex in a long time. I slowly caressed her through her underwear. She closed her eyes, as if that could help her escape what was happening. When I slipped my hand inside her panties, she suddenly clamped her legs together. I looked at her face; her eyes were still closed. She was nervous. I gently parted her legs. So wet, sticky, slippery. I held her panties in place with the back of my hand, letting them slip out of this "conflict" that belonged only to the two of us. I leaned down to examine her alluring area. A few fine hairs, her small labia only timidly peeking out—I swear it was a truly captivating pale pink. My God, I'd struck gold today. Slowly stimulating the area between her labia, she moaned softly. (I didn't stimulate her clitoris; too much stimulation there would be off-putting to women. I despise those who write nonsense here.) I inserted my fingers into her little hole. A little tight, but not like a virgin's tightness; it was the tightness of someone who hadn't had sex in a long time. She pinched my back with her hand. I knew she wanted it, but was too shy to say it. I quickly pulled down my pants.

But things didn't go as smoothly as everyone imagined. A new problem arose—I couldn't get it up. Maybe it was recent malnutrition, maybe the heat, maybe tension... whatever, I just couldn't get it up. I didn't know what to do. She waited with her eyes closed. I rubbed it with my hands. "Brother, you're usually so restless, why are you so lethargic at this crucial moment? Don't be like this, this is a rare woman in front of you." No matter how hard I tried, my little man just wouldn't respond, whatever. She realized something too. She opened her eyes and saw my little thing drooping dejectedly, a little disappointed. I said embarrassedly: "I don't know what's wrong with me either." She said weakly: "How can you do it with me if you can't get it up?" I said: "How about... you use your mouth... is that okay?" She shook her head: "No, I've never used my mouth on a man before." Saying that, she rubbed it with her hands and told me to relax. After a while, my little brother finally responded. She looked at me, didn't say anything, and let go. I understood. I quickly climbed onto her and desperately inserted my little brother. She gasped and pushed me away, saying, "Don't be so rough, it hurts!" I understood; she hadn't done it in a long time and couldn't use brute force. I thrust gently. She moaned softly, as if afraid I'd hear and laugh at her. After a while, I asked if it still hurt. She shook her head, so I thrust harder. She bit her finger, her other hand gripping the mat on the tent floor, unwilling to moan loudly. It was so stimulating; her vagina was very tight from not having done it in so long—less than 10 minutes. That's right, our sex lasted less than 10 minutes. But in those 10 minutes, we both reached orgasm. I ejaculated inside her. She excitedly bit my lip until it bled. When it was over, I got up, and she sat up, took out tissues from her bag, put them under her buttocks, and said, "Don't let anyone know, it's not good." I smiled and said, "We've been in the tent for so long, anyone who saw us would know." She didn't say anything, wiping herself until she felt she was almost done, then put on her clothes and let me rest my head on her lap. She said, "I'm too tired, I didn't have the strength to resist. It wasn't that I wanted to do *that* with you!" I smiled and said, "Yes, I raped you. Should we call the police?" She smiled and said, "No need to call the police, but I need to buy some emergency contraception later." I nodded

, lying down. After resting, we tidied up and left the passionate tent. My passionate encounter on the beach was over. It was also the only time I had ever been passionate with her. Later, she said she didn't regret it. Later, she told me she took the medication and wasn't pregnant. Later, my girlfriend changed her mind, and her boyfriend came to see her; he was handsome and rich. Later still, she told me nothing happened that day and we shouldn't interfere with each other's lives. Then, I got another girlfriend and moved in with her, and we drifted apart, contacting each other less. Finally, I heard she didn't finish school, and her rich boyfriend took her away. Now we've both graduated and are working, and I don't have her contact information. I don't know where she is or how she's doing. A few days ago, I heard she came to school to retake her exams and get her diploma. I want to go find her, to find my friend. Work got in the way, and I didn't get to contact her.

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