An An, whom I can never forget

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It's been almost half a year since my last post, so I'm revisiting this old topic to fill in the gaps.
Actually, I didn't want to mention An'an, but that day at lunchtime, she passed by my company and, hearing I hadn't eaten, insisted on treating me. In the end, I ended up "eating" her. I was excited that day, and also bored that afternoon, so I wrote about it.
Today was the same situation; An'an was in a bad mood and needed comfort, and then she "eating" me.
That's how our relationship is—mutually beneficial, friends with benefits.
We've already openly discussed our feelings for each other, and she's finally decided to break up with her scumbag boyfriend and prepare for a new beginning, temporarily keeping me as a backup. I have no intention of marriage; I'm only seeing her for physical needs.
As for anything more, I have no interest and can't be sure how long she and her ex will stay together. For example, today, she was in a bad mood because of that scumbag.
She wasn't particularly interested in me either. One time she stayed overnight at my place and saw the story I wrote called "302." At first, she thought I wrote erotica. Later, I told her about my relationship with Qiqi and the girls in room 302. She was furious and called me a one-of-a-kind scumbag.
Well, what can two such extreme individuals do if they don't sleep together?

I've heard of blind dates ending up as sex partners, but people like us are rare.

Let's go back to the day we met. That day, we had sex five times. He completely drained my pent-up energy. I didn't recover for days; I'm really getting old.

We had a passionate encounter at the karaoke bar at noon, and then a second round on the hotel rooftop that night. Logically, all the passion should have been exhausted.
But a person's lustful heart is never satisfied, perhaps because of the turtle soup she served me at the dinner party.
That night, we didn't join the others in the wedding night pranks, mainly because we were both exhausted.
Others, unaware of our relationship, assumed we'd fallen for each other at first sight and hit it off immediately. The matchmaker enthusiastically arranged for me to drive her home.
Halfway there, An'an suddenly said she didn't want to go home anymore because that jerk had texted her saying he was coming to pick her up and was waiting by the bridge in town. He was such a persistent pest! We were both skeptical, but when we got to the bridge, we saw a car indeed parked there in the distance.
An'an didn't want to see him, but I wanted to see what that jerk looked like. So I had An'an hide in the back seat and drove over.
With the help of the headlights and streetlights, I could see him clearly. That jerk was handsome, and much more stylish than me. Maybe it was his good looks that made An'an so infatuated with him.
An'an was afraid to go home, worried he'd come looking for her. After crossing the bridge, we drove back. I saw that jerk looking at my car, so I decided to go all out. I turned and drove past him, following the river downstream for about a hundred meters, stopping near the sluice gate.
An'an was incredibly nervous, not expecting me to go this far, and kept complaining.
I had already prepared an excuse: "Let's see how long that jerk can wait for you.
I'm just bored."
An'an didn't say anything, which was a tacit agreement.
There were lights on the bridge, but no lights at the sluice gate. In the dead of night, it was pitch black, and while we couldn't see from the bridge, we could clearly see the car. The jerk was wandering aimlessly along the bridge, occasionally glancing this way, probably wondering why I parked the car here.
He stood there, seemingly lost in thought, while An'an and I nestled in the back seat, chatting and watching him through the rear window. An'an told me their story, how they met in college, how they were so in love, and then she started crying about being betrayed.
I could only comfort her, telling her that if things could be okay, great, and if not, they should break up.
She started crying as she spoke, and seeing that comforting her wasn't working, I had to resort to drastic measures: "Anyway, you betrayed him once today, so you've made up for it. You should feel balanced now."
She punched me, called me a pervert, and said that scumbag was dating at least four women.
Fine, if you don't have enough, then make up for it with frequency. If you call again, I'll be there for you.
As soon as I said that, An'an stopped crying, her eyes filled with anger and coquettishness.
I also felt a little embarrassed, a little ambiguous, a little lewd—maybe the turtle soup was working. So I said, "How about we do it again? You do it in front of him, that'll be more satisfying." "Get lost!"
she punched me again. "What if we get seen?" "
How could we?" I was also driven by lust, and reached out to hug her. "Look, this road ends at the sluice gate. There can't be anyone in this dark room, right? There are lights on the bridge, but no lights here. What are you afraid of?"
As I spoke, I started to touch her, and she didn't struggle.
After three friendly matches, we were familiar with each other, and we immediately gave each other the most direct stimulation, quickly getting into the zone.
Before penetrating, I pulled her up and made her kneel on the back seat, looking back at her scumbag boyfriend.
She shook her butt without making a sound, I couldn't tell if it was a silent protest or an urging for me to enter.
I interpreted it as the latter, and without hesitation, I thrust in all the way.
"Ah... ooh," she cried out unexpectedly, then immediately covered her mouth with her hand.
"What are you afraid of? He can't hear you. You can scream if you want." I pulled her hands down and pressed them forward.
"Get out... ah... ah."
Looking at the scumbag boyfriend in the distance and listening to An'an's screams, I felt very satisfied.
After a few thrusts, I felt tired and regretted not bringing an SUV. The back seat of this beat-up Mercedes was too low, and kneeling behind her, I was almost pressing my body against An'an's back, making it difficult to exert force.
"Let's change positions." An'an saw that I had stopped and knew that I couldn't move freely.
Changing positions wouldn't work; watching the scumbag do it was more satisfying. After thinking for a moment, I boldly suggested, "Let's go outside."
No way. An'an refused as expected.
I hadn't even discussed it with her; I said if we were going to do something exciting, we should do something thrilling before getting out of the car.
"No, no!" An'an repeatedly refused in a low voice, but I pulled and hugged her out.
Once out of the car, I immediately thrust into An'an's body to prevent her from recovering and going back inside.
"No, no, don't let him see." An'an said this but didn't go back into the car. Instead, she backed away, pushing me backward, miraculously circling around the car door.
Women are all like that; they say no, but their bodies tell a different story.
With so much to do, An'an leaned against the car door, her buttocks raised, moaning under my thrusts. Occasionally, she would free one hand to cover her mouth, then after my hard thrusts, she would grab the car door again, panting and complaining, "Be gentle."
Okay, I'd achieved my goal. I began to gently thrust in and out, rubbing my penis inside her, kneading her full breasts with both hands, and bending down to lick her earlobes and neck.
At first, An'an's eyes were fixed on the scumbag by the bridge. As passion surged, she gradually straightened up, one hand pulling my hand down to stroke her clitoris, while the other hand pressed hard against my hand that was kneading her breasts, as if trying to make me squeeze her breasts into her body.
Her long hair was disheveled, damp and clinging to our faces. She tilted her head back, sticking out her tongue, wanting my lips.
I lowered my head to suck her saliva, knowing she couldn't hold back the pleasure and began to breathe deeply.
"Ah...ah...you really know how to play, you're going to kill me."
"Then I'll play you to death." My hand tightened, her gasps turned into moans, growing louder and louder.
The summer night breeze was a bit hot, making it hard for us to release the heat inside us. We were soon drenched in sweat, and we needed to stick together like that, sticking together, watching that scumbag by the bridge, until An'an said she was tired.
"It felt so good, I can't stand anymore." "Then sit down for a while and rest."
An'an didn't say anything, seemingly not wanting me to leave her.
Let's go back to the car. There's nowhere else here.
I opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, reclining the seat. An'an followed closely behind, straddling me before I could even lie down, eagerly inserting my penis into her, then moving up and down a few times before suddenly sitting down. The slapping sounds were louder than the sound of me hitting her buttocks.
Seeing her tired but delicate state, I pulled her down and slowly thrust my penis into her.
She breathed a few times in my ear, then sat up, saying it was too hot, but I saw her looking towards the bridge. So I thrust even harder.
We continued like this, and she would sometimes bend down and put her breasts in my mouth, sometimes she would bend down and lick my nipples. We kept
going for what seemed like forever, but I couldn't ejaculate. I was exhausted; it seemed the previous three times had used up too much of my energy.
"Tired?"
"Exhausted."
"Then let's change positions, I want to lie down for a while."
An'an sat in the driver's seat first, and when I got up, she rolled over and moved over to me. I supported her by her hips, and before I knew it, she had her hand on my lap.
She lifted her buttocks, waiting for me to pull my hand away, but I didn't move because my thumb was pressed against her vulva. I rubbed against the slippery area, gradually exploring the source of moisture, and slowly inserted my finger.
"Hiss, gently, gently," An'an moaned softly as she lay back, spreading her legs to enjoy my caresses.
"Is it really that good? My little penis isn't even as good as your fingers. You're really hurting my pride."
"Hahaha." An'an laughed, panting between laughs: "Both are good, both are great, I'm about to die from pleasure." As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and stroked my penis, completely unconcerned about the sticky fluid on it.
Passion reignited. I don't know what magic my fingers possessed, but An'an's soft moans and groans told me about her pleasure. I bent my thumb and flicked her vaginal walls, drew circles inside her vagina with my index finger, extended my middle finger to explore deeper into her vagina, and used my ring finger to caress her secretions on her tender anus. I could clearly feel her buttocks trembling. I didn't insert my fingers into her anus, but mischievously inserted my little finger into her vagina as well, feeling her tight grip. I used all five fingers and had a great time.
An'an kept panting and enjoying herself, propping herself up to watch as I changed fingers, squeezing and contracting her vagina to meet me. Her hands weren't idle either, constantly stroking my penis. I could sense her pleasure from the force of her stroking.
Finally, under her ministrations, I was overcome with lust. I grabbed her legs and pressed them against mine, beginning my final thrust.
"Ah... An... An... Faster, faster."
I looked up at the scumbag by the bridge, feeling my waist and abdomen growing stronger and my movements becoming more intense.
"Ah... Ah... Slower, slower." An An began to beg for mercy.
I ignored her, feeling my ejaculation relentlessly contracting, my gun loaded, ready to fire.
"Bastard... Ah... Pervert..." An An began to curse me, while placing her hand on her genitals, whether protecting them or stroking her clitoris, I couldn't tell. Her flushed face and fragrant sweat bewitched me, and I ejaculated without reservation, ejaculating, ejaculating, ejaculating.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah." An An's vagina contracted repeatedly under my thrusts, as if retaliating against my impact by trying to crush my penis. Her moans turned into screams, and her hands moved faster and faster. I couldn't help but help her.
She blocked my hands, her hands no longer moving, slumped limply in the seat.
It took us a while to calm down. I got dressed and took a drink of water from the trunk. An'an wasn't dressed; she just haphazardly covered herself with the clothes I handed her.
"Has he left?"
"Not yet."
"I'm not going home. Take me to a hotel."
"Huh?" I was dumbfounded.
"What are you thinking? I need to rest. You've almost exhausted me. How can you be so heartless?"
Okay, I felt completely drained, and I didn't know what to ejaculate next. Hearing her say that, I felt really sorry for her. Instead of driving, I went around to the back seat, moved her there, and hugged her for a while. She was really tired, perhaps the passion had faded and she had regained her senses. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep in my arms. I wondered what she was thinking.

On the way back, when we passed that jerk, I saw him staring at me again. I looked back at him, secretly amused. Maybe he'd never know that the woman he'd been hurting was lying naked in my back seat, wondering what she was thinking. Maybe she was savoring the afterglow of the moment, or maybe she was just tired.

The former might be wishful thinking, the latter is real.
When we got outside the hotel, An'an finally got up and dressed. I booked a room for her and then went downstairs to buy some late-night snacks and birth control pills. When I went back, An'an was already asleep in bed.
It was quite a struggle to coax her up to eat something, mainly to take the pills, which she didn't refuse.
Actually, I felt very bad; all medications have side effects. An'an's words made me feel even more guilty: she said she was used to it.
Both the scumbag and I had hurt her. I don't like using condoms, but to minimize the harm to her, I always wear one now.
An'an wanted me to stay, but my parents called to ask when I was coming home.
After discussing it, An'an could only let me go home. Everyone knew I should take her home, and if she didn't, and I didn't either, I didn't know what would happen.
Before going home, I took a shower. Halfway through, An'an came in and gently rubbed my back. Naked, we talked a lot about our feelings, but now, when we talk about it, neither of us wants to admit it, both claiming it was just drunken talk after a passionate encounter.
Perhaps, because we made love again while washing.
First, we washed each other, then kissed, then caressed, and penetration was simply because we wanted to become one.
At that moment, we wanted to be together; perhaps the union of penis and vagina gave us this illusion.
We faced each other, moving forward and backward in perfect harmony, watching the in-and-out motion, feeling fullness and envelopment. There were no vigorous movements, no passion, only ripples and tenderness.
After she swallowed my semen again, I used all my strength to lift her up and kissed her for a long time. If the phone hadn't rang again, I think I would have kissed her forever.
I carried her back to bed, but I didn't rush back. I called my mother, who kept calling, then held An'an and coaxed her to sleep before leaving.

Three days later, we returned to the city together.
On the way, we talked about our situation. She said it wasn't right because she didn't know how long it would take to completely forget the scumbag.
Later, we often ate together, chatted, watched movies, and made love.
We talked about our own lives again. She said she still didn't know how long it would take to completely forget that jerk, and then she said that I also had someone I couldn't forget.

[The End]

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