Please don't forget me.

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I wasn't a good student. I don't even remember when it started, but I think it was in the first year of junior high that I lost interest in studying. From elementary school to high school, I never scored even the lowest mark on a regular exam.

Therefore, my family made a decision—to send me abroad to study. So, one midsummer day at the end of the 20th century, I boarded a plane to a European city, flying towards a future that was unknown at the time but would later become unforgettable.

Our school's location was very special, far away from any town, even a small one. Life there was very lonely.

Therefore, every boy and girl there soon became like dogs in puberty, frantically searching for the opposite sex. Of course, for boys, the initial motivation was always sex—men's penises mostly control their brains.

The school rules were very strict; male and female students were not allowed to linger in the opposite sex's dormitories after 10:30 pm. However, every weekend night, if you wandered around the various buildings on campus, you would hear moaning sounds in various languages coming from many rooms.

Every time, I would get very excited, but when I tried to find prey at school the next day like other male dogs, I found that none of them could arouse my desire to the point of erection. Half a year passed uneventfully, spent drinking and playing games with friends. Then

the new semester began, the start of a beautiful spring. Not only the scenery, but the people too. Many new faces appeared at school, and many "fresh blood" arrived.

In our new class was a girl from southern China named Ru. She was tall and thin, not the conventionally beautiful type, but very attractive. I started pursuing her.

About a month later, one night, she finally kissed my lips. However, the first night we only kissed; I didn't even put my hand inside her bra—partly because I didn't know her boundaries, and partly because I wasn't in a rush to have her. Some things are more interesting when taken slowly…

Starting from a lunch break, our intimacy began to escalate. Every day after lunch, we had about 50 minutes of rest time. Because my dorm was close to the main teaching building, she often came to my place for her afternoon nap.

We'd be dressed like that, and I'd hold her close on my bed, peacefully enjoying the pleasure of sleep. That noon, my roommate wasn't there. In that atmosphere, my hands started to wander. I slowly moved my hands down, slipping them under her pants from behind, then into her underwear, gently squeezing her small, round buttocks.

Then my penis slowly hardened—I knew she felt this subtle change in me too, because her body was starting to heat up slightly, and her breathing was becoming more rapid. She wasn't asleep, I thought. So I pulled her head closer and then licked her ear with my tongue. As my breath entered her ear, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. So I shamelessly sucked and licked her earlobe and the back of her ear until she couldn't take the stimulation and kept squirming in my arms. I simply pulled her away from my embrace. She lay flat on the bed, her eyes fixed on me, panting heavily. She didn't know what I was going to do—and I didn't know either. We stared at each other silently for a while, then I finally leaned down and gently kissed her lips.

She loved kissing, but this time I didn't give her lips much pleasure, because I wanted to stimulate other parts of her body. I slowly moved my lips away from hers, gently biting her neck like a gentle vampire, while my tongue slid between her neck and earlobes.

She was already out of control, her left hand gripping the white sheets, her right hand running through my hair. While her hands were busy trying to stop me, I slipped my hand inside her shirt and unhooked her bra from behind.

She seemed to wake up suddenly, startled by my action, her eyes widening as she looked at me and tried to stop my hand. I figured only by keeping her in a state of deep ecstasy would she be too weak to interfere with my actions, so I suddenly sucked harder on the area between her earlobe and neck.

She groaned loudly, and her hands went limp. I easily unbuttoned her shirt, and for the first time, I saw her breasts.

Her breasts were small, but just my type (I really dislike the "big-breasted" type). Her areolas were also small, but the color was no longer pink—clearly, someone had already explored them before me.

Jealousy burned in my chest. I squeezed one of her nipples with one hand, then lightly and quickly bit it with my teeth, watching her reaction out of the corner of my eye. I saw her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, breathing and groaning loudly. Seeing her so alluring expression, my penis was almost erect.

But just as my hand reached for her zipper, she snapped back to reality, firmly grabbing my hand, preventing me from continuing. Just as I was about to repeat my old trick of pressing on her nipples, the keyhole of the bedroom door suddenly opened… Ugh, that wretched roommate, ruining what could have been a lovely afternoon…

From that day on, our relationship became even closer. I also realized that her boundaries weren't as strict as I had imagined; maybe she was even blaming me for being foolish. But regardless, one thing I was certain of was that I had truly fallen in love with her… We both lived in double rooms, and both had roommates, so it was almost impossible to find a private space where we could be alone for extended periods.

So, every day, passionate kisses and caresses fueled my desire. I often masturbated in the bathroom, imagining making love to her, and each time, I wanted her even more…

Every semester, our school had a grand event that everyone looked forward to. On the evening of this event, a theater was rented outside, featuring performances from various countries, followed by a feast of cuisines from all over the world.

On this day, all the students would dress in formal evening gowns, and the entire school hall would be as lively as a banquet in a fairy tale. This day of the year finally arrived. In the afternoon, a few friends and I gathered together, offering each other suggestions on shirt and tie colors.

After getting dressed and standing in front of the mirror, we felt like a bunch of gangsters—mostly wearing fitted black suits, solid-color ties and shirts, or simply ripping off their ties and turning their shirt collars up… It seems everyone's taste is pretty much the same, haha…

After some teasing and joking, the gangsters went out, started their cars, and went to pick up their girlfriends. This scene was truly eye-catching—a group of "men in black" jumped into a row of cars parked in front of the building, each wasting gas and making a lot of engine noise as they sped away :).

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