My senior and I

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My story with my senior:

I'm a junior in college now. There's a senior in my club (let's call her Wan-jun for now), she's a year older than me. She's been very caring towards me since my freshman year.

Although she already has a boyfriend, and they're very much in love, I still have some fantasies and hopes about her.

Just recently, during the last semester, she broke up with her boyfriend (let's call him Senior Xiao-ming for now).

Wan-jun's boyfriend is two years older than me. That means he's currently serving in the military. Although he's two years older than me, in the club he treats the younger students like brothers, without any senior-student airs. Whenever they go drinking or singing, he always invites us younger students.

So seeing this couple together always makes me feel a little jealous or disappointed.

Don't even mention how beautiful or how good-looking Wan-jun is. Just the fact that Senior Xiao-ming has good grades... He was dashing, tall, and a hearty drinker; it took five or six juniors to get him drunk, and it was a relentless drinking contest.

To this day, I still don't know the real reason for their breakup, but I think it might be because of me.

In my second year, I often had to participate in club activities. Wan-jun and I happened to be on the same team. Xiao-ming, on the other hand, was preparing for studying abroad and constantly taking GRE exams, essentially semi-retired.

He didn't participate in many activities, only occasionally coming to the club to chat.

I didn't have his charm, nor was I as physically strong, and my grades were terrible (also due to the club).

But Wan-jun seemed to take special care of me; every time I met her gaze, I felt she was giving me a hint.

Perhaps I'm just being presumptuous, but my senior's eyes are beautiful; I think they're the most beautiful part of her.

That day, we went on a field trip to a certain place (I dare not say the exact location). My senior, Xiao Ming, didn't come along; this was the first time Wan Jun's boyfriend hadn't accompanied her. My senior seemed very excited that day, and her attitude towards me was even more affectionate. She kept asking if I had brought a pen or asking me to do things together.

Of course, I'm not stupid, but I just wanted to be sure if I was just being unreasonable.

My senior is 176 cm tall, while I'm only 169 cm. Wan Jun is the voluptuous type, like Katie Winsley (the female lead in Titanic, a movie my senior and I watched together).

In the evening, because it was March and we were in the mountains, the weather was still a bit chilly. My senior took my hand and we watched the sunset.

This was the first time she had touched my body, and I was startled by her action, whether intentional or unintentional.

We walked to the ridge of the mountain. Perhaps she was pretending to be cold, as she gradually nestled against my chest. I don't know how she moved.

And that's how it happened.

If I were to explain it to my senior, I would definitely say it was because the sunset that day was just too beautiful, and my senior and I just hugged each other while watching the sunset. We talked about our childhood memories, and since it was the first time I had hugged a girl, my penis was pressed straight against my senior's buttocks.

When I was erect, my penis was slightly pulled back, and I was a little afraid to let my senior touch me. But my senior deliberately pulled her body closer, and stimulated by this, I hugged her even tighter.

As we talked, we started talking about zodiac signs and blood types. Suddenly, my senior took my hand and said she wanted to read my fortune.

I've always been a complete novice when it comes to feng shui and fortune telling, and because I was hugging her, I wasn't listening to anything she was saying.

Suddenly, it seemed like she finished reading my palm, and she put my hand back on her waist. But this time, I was sure she was doing it on purpose, because she placed my right hand almost touching her genitals, and her hand was pressed against the back of my hand.

Even an idiot should know what to do next, but I didn't move at all. My hand just sat there, frozen in place. My senior was wearing jeans, and my right hand was on the zipper; I could feel the warmth of her genitals. And since I was sitting while hugging her, my hand was also somewhat trapped between her legs.

After about half an hour, perhaps seeing that I seemed timid, she leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. Smelling Wan Jun's long hair, my heart raced. Even my breathing became labored.

I could barely hear what she was saying, only managing mumbled replies.

Only one thought occupied my mind: "Did she break up with Xiao Ming?"

I don't know how long this turmoil had raged within me. Suddenly, I realized it was getting dark. The mountain wasn't very high, and I knew the path well, but walking back to camp in the dark would still be dangerous.

I wanted to interrupt her venting. That's when I realized she was asleep in my arms.

In the dim light, her fair face glowed golden. Looking at her lips, I really wanted to kiss her, but in the end, I only kissed her cheek, then gently shook her awake.

I realized she really was asleep.

That evening, there was a staff meeting to discuss the next day's work.

The clerk sitting next to me asked where I'd been. At that moment, my senior colleague surprisingly spoke frankly, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

Perhaps because my senior colleague and I were usually quite close, we didn't exchange any gossip, only mentioning that we were going to watch the sunset together the next day.

My senior colleague only talked about how beautiful the sunset was and what we were talking about. Of course, we omitted any physical gestures.

During the meeting, my senior colleague didn't even glance at me once, and I felt a little sad as I lowered my head to take notes. Perhaps I was just imagining things.

After the meeting, everyone went about their own business; some continued chatting, while others went back to their rooms to rest. I stared blankly as my senior colleague walked out the door, desperately hoping she would turn around and look at me.

Suddenly, the secretary asked me why I hadn't spoken during the meeting. I just said I wasn't feeling well.

Nothing happened for the next two or three days. Then, at the bonfire party on the fourth night, everyone was performing wildly. The program, planned during the previous semester, was naturally very exciting. I also took the opportunity to let loose and temporarily forget my problems.

When the beer was served, I drank one glass after another. Actually, I wasn't the only one drinking like that; some people drank even more than me. So no one noticed what was wrong with me. Then, a senior student came over to toast me, and I really wanted to hug her.

She asked if I could sit there. Of course, I cleared a small patch of grass where no one had vomited (I hadn't vomited yet), and we sat together drinking.

While we were drinking, she said she needed to go to the restroom. I figured she either needed to pee or she needed to get the toilet.

I supported her as she staggered, and sure enough, she vomited after less than five steps. At that point, not only were the guys vomiting haphazardly, but several girls had also thrown up, and even I was feeling nauseous.

My senior vomited a few times and seemed to regain some consciousness. Actually, girls vomiting after drinking doesn't necessarily mean they're truly drunk and dead. As long as they're relatively normal afterward.

My senior said she wanted to get some fresh air, so I led her away from the crowd. We sat down after about 200 meters. At that time, except for the area around the campfire, it was pitch black. She then asked me to massage her, saying she wasn't feeling well after drinking. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

She took off her coat herself, and I, without any hesitation, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol and because she had been ignoring me these past few days, became quite bold in my actions.

Actually, I don't usually massage or rub people. I gave her a few random shoves on the spot, then gradually moved my hands from her back to her chest, pinching her under her armpits. I could already feel the softness of her breasts.

Wan-jun's breasts were famously large; guys usually glanced at them, intentionally or unintentionally. I leaned closer to her back, perhaps just wanting to relive the dream from three days ago.

I couldn't resist any longer and embraced Wanjun. I heard her panting, and my own desire intensified.

I pushed Wanjun down, her eyes tightly closed, seemingly acquiescing to my actions.

She was taller than me, so I could kiss her breasts while pulling down her pants. Watching her heaving breasts, I quickened my pace. When I took off her pants, I realized she wasn't wearing underwear, and her bra was front-opening.

I hesitated to undress her completely, in case someone came and I couldn't put it back on. Actually, the people near the campfire couldn't see the dark areas because of the firelight; it was just a precaution. So I only pulled her sweater up above her chest and opened her bra. She

was still wearing jeans on one leg, and somehow, my penis ended up inside.

My senior's breasts were really big. I kissed, licked, and bit them, making her pant heavily. Although it was noisy, she didn't dare to make a sound, and I was very careful, constantly glancing ahead. It was

my first time having sex with a woman, so I ejaculated quickly, and inside her.

I'd watched porn and masturbated before, and I knew what it felt like to be close to ejaculating, but this was my first time. I simply couldn't control myself. Only

after I ejaculated inside her did I feel a little regretful. For the sake of momentary pleasure, I had caused a terrible situation.

But my senior didn't seem to have orgasmed yet, and she didn't seem to have noticed that I had ejaculated inside her. Maybe she was just too drunk to think straight. My mind suddenly cleared. I realized I had caused a huge disaster.

I hurriedly dressed my senior, made sure everything was in order, and even looked around to make sure she wasn't wearing underwear, lest I, in my drunken state, mistakenly leave her underwear behind.

By then, she was a complete mess, unable to walk. I felt even more guilty, as if I had taken advantage of her while she was drunk.

I dragged her back to her room, where a few sober female students took her in.

That night, I couldn't sleep, terrified. What frightened me even more was that when I showered, I discovered blood on my penis.

Back at school, I couldn't concentrate on my studies. The lingering memories of that day and the shadow of fear kept echoing in my mind. I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn't muster the courage. I was hoping, like an ostrich, that my senior wouldn't even remember what happened that day. So I didn't go back to the community center.

But what's meant to happen will happen.

A month and a half later, my senior came to my room where I was staying out. I had to do an experiment that day, so I didn't get back to my room until 9 p.m. My senior had been waiting outside my door for two hours.

After I let her in, her tears wouldn't stop. She buried her face in my shoulder and cried.

She said her period was two months late. My head sank. Luckily, she hadn't had a proper checkup yet, so she wasn't sure if she was pregnant. She didn't dare tell her boyfriend, and she didn't dare go to the OB-GYN alone, meaning she wanted me to go with her.

She said she had bought a pregnancy test at Watson's, but the label said it was only valid 10 to 15 days after her period was late. Two months passed before she realized something was wrong.

Okay! I had to take responsibility. We arranged a time to go for a checkup while her boyfriend wasn't around.

At the hospital, we had an ultrasound, and thankfully, everything was fine.

She stayed in my room that night, of course using a condom.

That's when I could clearly see her body. She seemed to be liberated, thankfully I had the TV and sound system on full blast, drowning out her screams.

Squeezing her soft, large breasts, I watched my penis, like something out of an adult film, go in and out of her body. With each thrust, her screams grew louder.

Her long legs kissed from her toes all the way to her genitals, until my tongue was inside her too.

My senior also turned around and bent down to kiss my genitals. We were using a condom, but she said she was taking birth control pills, so we just went for it. Every time I was about to ejaculate, she asked me to ejaculate inside her or in her mouth. I

didn't sleep all night, and I ejaculated five or six times in total. My semen was overflowing from her genitals and mouth. Her

breasts were also covered in semen, lip prints, and teeth marks, especially around her nipples, which were red, swollen, and hot. But I was like a wild horse that had broken free, constantly attacking her most vulnerable areas.

And my mouth was full of her vaginal fluid.

I squeezed her buttocks hard, leaving large and small finger marks, and her inner thighs were stained with bright red marks from my hard thrusting and constant rubbing.

As my tongue darted around her vagina, I also sucked and bit her labia forcefully, causing her to climax countless times due to my frenzied movements. Seeing her eyes roll back and her body begin to writhe, I thrust even harder.

As her moans grew louder and louder, I bit down hard on her nipples. My senior usually appeared innocent, her tall figure moving gracefully, especially when the breeze blew through her long hair.

Now, with her lying on the bed, I mechanically performed my movements like a male dog.

When she placed her hands on the edge of the bed, her legs straight and spread apart, I watched as my penis penetrated her section by section, then suddenly thrust forward. Then I slowly withdrew.

As dawn approached, my senior was exhausted. I examined her body closely; it was covered in semen, teeth marks, lip prints, and handprints. She began to tremble again, and I could see her everted labia beneath her thick pubic hair. I figured it was probably the last time.

I squeezed her breasts hard and pushed her forward. She cried out a few times before collapsing like mud, her legs slowly lowering, seemingly unconscious. We played like this for four or five days without going to class.

The next afternoon, she said I had kissed her so badly she was ashamed to face anyone. So she hid for a while, but that hid lasted a week. Even my senior, Xiao Ming, lied and said he was going on a trip to the south.

And for those few days, I secretly took her out to eat late at night.

Just before summer vacation, she often came to meet me like this, and I wasn't entirely sure what happened until she broke up with her boyfriend. It seemed our relationship was based on sex, so we didn't really care about each other's feelings.

Even so, I still wanted her to be mine. I never went to see her, nor did I ever walk around campus. So no one knew what I was doing.

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