My female colleague slept in my bed

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Four years ago, in the spring, my wife was taking care of her sister-in-law who was in postpartum confinement back in our hometown, leaving me alone in the empty house. I felt incredibly lonely at that time.
She was a recent undergraduate intern at my company. Tall and with a stunning figure, her skin, though not very fair, was incredibly smooth. Back then, she always wore a light-colored trench coat, and a brightly colored silk scarf made her beautiful face even more alluring. Her voice was soft and clear, extremely pleasant to hear. At that time, the company was expanding and encouraging everyone to do sales. She was originally a designer, but encouraged by the boss, she wanted to try her hand at it. However, being a novice, she was too inexperienced in sales, so the boss told her to find a suitable experienced salesperson to mentor her.
Because in the days following her arrival, I happened to have a project that required the design department to create renderings for a client. Although I mainly focus on project management, I still enjoy doing some design work myself. So I saw her every day in the design department, but we would only exchange greetings and a few words. Unexpectedly, she chose me to be her mentor.
(Let's call her Xiaolu for now, because in my heart she's become a soaring, pure white egret.) Xiaolu accompanied me to meet clients. Because I was mindful of a girl's stamina and energy, I didn't dare take her too far on the first day. Xiaolu initially seemed very cold and aloof, with an air of unapproachability, but once you got to know her, you'd find she was actually a very warm and gentle person, and also very competitive with a strong, indomitable spirit. When she learned that I had reduced my client visits because of her, she apologetically told me it was okay, she could manage. So I resumed the number of client meetings I planned for the next day and made arrangements in advance.
With a beautiful woman by my side, even the longest journey felt effortless. The next day, accompanied by Xiaolu, I signed a contract with the client I had arranged to meet. Still in high spirits, I was going to meet a potential client that afternoon. Two days of spending time alone together allowed Xiaolu and me to get to know each other better. But it was mostly me talking and her listening; she was extremely interested in my experiences as a migrant worker in the south over the past few years.
When I recounted seeing egrets flying in the countryside of Hunan, I showered them with praise while involuntarily reminiscing about the breathtaking landscape I had witnessed that day. At that moment, her gaze held a distinctly complex emotion, which I noticed but didn't dwell on. Later, I learned that her maternal grandmother's home was in Hunan, and egrets were her favorite birds.
Because I had a great shopping spree in the morning, and felt lonely after getting home in the evening, I suggested that I treat her to dinner (I didn't have any ulterior motives at the time, I just wanted to have a meal with her and then we would go our separate ways). She happily agreed, "Okay, okay!" So, the conversation naturally turned to food on the way home. I said that I often cook at home, and I like to cook fish when I have nothing to do, and that my fish is pretty good. After hearing this, she casually said, "It would be nice to try it sometime!" I looked at the time and said, "How about you come to my place tonight? I'll cook fish for you." To my surprise, she readily agreed.
Because of the beautiful woman in front of me, my cooking skills were exceptionally good that day, and she praised the dishes I made. Dinner was very pleasant and lasted a long time; neither of us noticed when it got dark. We chatted so enthusiastically on the sofa that when we realized it was time to take her back to school, it was already past 10 pm. She said anxiously that she wouldn't be able to get into the campus after 10:30 pm. It's at least a 40-minute walk from my house to her school, so I politely invited her to stay at my place, and she agreed after a moment's thought.
No longer worried about not being able to go back to school, we continued chatting. I don't know how she felt at that moment, but afterwards, it was obvious that I felt a bit unsettled. The conversation wasn't as lively as before; I felt like something was amiss, a strange impulse and the inexplicable excitement it brought were increasingly impacting my nerves. As we talked, the conversation dwindled, and eventually, we had nothing to say at all.
When she saw me looking at her, she lowered her head. A long silence followed; the room was eerily quiet except for our heavy breathing. After what seemed like an eternity, I mustered my courage, and with trembling hands, reached out and gently embraced her, whispering in an equally trembling voice, "I like you so much, so very much!" She immediately went limp in my arms.
I held her close and gently kissed her face and lips. She closed her eyes shyly, her face burning hot. When I pried open her teeth with my tongue, she hesitated, refusing to let my tongue penetrate further. I didn't dare to be too forceful either, closing my eyes to inhale her youthful scent, continuing to kiss her while placing my hands on her breasts.
I gently massaged her full breasts a few times, and she seemed to lose all her bones, clinging softly to me, no longer resisting my tongue, letting me explore her mouth freely. With less resistance, my head buzzed, my blood rushed to my head, and my adrenaline surged at an astonishing rate. I held her tightly with my other hand, which slipped inside her clothes, but when I tried to push off her bra, she pushed me away.
After an awkward moment, we both calmed down. I left my bed for her and went to sleep on the small bed in the guest room. After washing up, she lay on the bed without taking off her clothes, and the door to the room was left open. I, still not completely calmed down, was sitting in the living room, absentmindedly watching the various programs on TV. She just lay there, one leg dangling off the bed.
After a while, she called me in, saying she couldn't sleep and asked if I could stay with her a little longer. I gently lay down beside her, but didn't know what to say. Looking at her beautiful face and curvaceous figure, I couldn't help but reach out my hand again… When I tried to undo her belt, she refused, but couldn't resist the powerful assault of my other hand and tongue. After several attempts to push her away, she stopped moving. But then I encountered the most embarrassing thing in my life—I couldn't undo her belt.
For nearly 20 minutes, I struggled to keep her passion burning while frantically trying to untie that damned belt. Finally, I don't know where I touched it, but the belt loosened a bit and then came out completely. (I later bought one of those belts that I cursed countless times; a simple little mechanism almost trapped me to death.)
It wasn't her first time, which lessened my guilt somewhat. But judging from her awkwardness, she really hadn't experienced it properly. She told me that she had once let her boyfriend in the classroom, but because of the pain, the blood, and the fear of being seen by someone suddenly walking in, she didn't dare to continue. Her breakup with her boyfriend was partly due to this unsuccessful experience. It hasn't even been six months since the breakup, and she still hasn't recovered from the pain.
That was seven days after I met her, and then she secretly moved into my house. For a full 47 days, after experiencing the wonders of vaginal sex, she made love to me every night, sometimes even more passionately than I was. And seeing her deeply intoxicated expression, I became even more infatuated with her!
She's a wonderful girl, kind and understanding. She once asked me what I would do if my partner found out about us. I said, "I'll die!" She said, "I'm not a good girl, but I'm not a bad girl either. I know it's wrong, but I just love you! I won't break up your family, I won't do that..."
Knowing our relationship wouldn't last, on the 48th day, she resolutely boarded a train south to Xiamen to stay with a classmate. The endless longing she left me with tormented me every day. This agonizing period didn't last long before she, equally unable to let go, called from Xiamen. And so, we spent every day on the phone, sharing our anguish.
One day, the phone went dead. I tried calling her, but her phone was switched off. A sudden emptiness filled me. After two days of anxious anticipation, I unexpectedly heard her voice while answering a local call. She was back! The passion of our reunion kept us in bed for the next few days, locked in a passionate embrace! And so, we were bewitched, immersed in the pleasures of our affair and the subsequent remorse…
We're back, and things between us have become more secretive, with fewer and fewer meetings. We've said we'd break up several times, but each time we couldn't resist the longing for each other and got back together. I feel guilty; I feel so sorry for my wife, and even more sorry for her. I know this is pointless, that continuing will only waste her time and ruin myself. But I truly can't let her go. I know leaving is the best outcome for her, yet several times I've gotten on the bus to her place…
Meeting once or twice a month gradually faded the initial passion, and after each meeting, all we could do was embrace and whisper sweet nothings. This greatly strengthened our resolve to separate, even though we both found it so hard to let go. One night, when my wife wasn't home, I took a bus to see her. After dinner, it was raining heavily. I had agreed to take the night bus home, but when I dropped her off at her apartment building, she invited me to come up for a while!
In the room, I tightly embraced that long-lost body, kissing passionately the face that tormented me every day. But when I lay on the bed and tried to take off her t-shirt, she resolutely refused. On one hand, I wanted to respect her decision, but on the other hand, I couldn't suppress the fire in my heart, so I persisted with her half-hearted resistance. I don't know when, but she suddenly sat up, turned on the light, and pounded the bed with her hands, calling my name painfully and saying, "XX, please don't torture me like this anymore! I finally managed to pull myself out of that infatuation, please don't force me anymore, I can't take it, I really can't take it!" Seeing her almost frantic pain, my heart ached terribly. I gently held her, my hands no longer moving, and I quietly fell asleep.
Daylight broke! I opened my eyes and quietly looked at her. After a long while, she woke up too. Knowing I was leaving, she softly said, "It's still early! It'll be cold going out now." I stared at her quietly for a while longer, then sighed and said, "I still have to go." I leaned over and kissed her deeply on her luscious lips, saying my last words to her: "Let's not say goodbye!" After saying that, I turned my head away, not daring to look at her again. I didn't know how she felt behind me—whether she was heartbroken or relieved. I didn't dare to think about it, nor did I want to look.
Downstairs, the rain from last night had left many small puddles. I waded through them, disoriented, afraid to turn back, afraid to look at the window behind me, afraid to see if there was a figure standing there. I dared not look, I couldn't look, I couldn't, I couldn't continue to hurt her like this!
...Later, she still left the city, left this heartbreaking city where a man had brought her brief happiness and even more pain. She went south again and never called me again. A year later, we contacted each other a few times on QQ, just to say hello, and then I never saw her again, not even on QQ.
It's been four years since we separated, but I still think about her often. Whenever I think of her, I feel a sense of warmth and joy, but I can only think about her in my heart.
Every year on her birthday, I still write her a birthday message on QQ. Whether she feels longing or resentment when she thinks of me in the future, I will always be silently wishing her well from afar!
"The End"

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