[The Story of My Roommate's Girlfriend] (Completed) Author: yuzhaofeng2007

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After graduating with a master's degree and working for a year, I shared a two-bedroom apartment with a colleague. He had a bachelor's degree
and didn't have a girlfriend when he joined the company. This roommate found someone to pursue among the colleagues a year younger than us—
the female protagonist of this story, his later girlfriend. Her name was Qian. She was very pretty, slender,
about tall, and her bust size was estimated to be a B. I shared the apartment with that colleague for about two years. During that time, he pursued Qian.
She was quite traditional; even after becoming my roommate's girlfriend, she didn't live with him but shared the apartment with another female
colleague . She often came over, and sometimes we would cook together, including with my girlfriend.
We gradually got to know each other, and she became my girlfriend's friend. They would sometimes go shopping for clothes together and
often discuss which cosmetics were best. During that time, I didn't have any romantic feelings for her; at most, I couldn't help but glance
at her a few times, but nothing happened. She called me Brother Feng, and I called her by her first name.

The story takes place later, after I had stopped sharing an apartment with my roommate and bought my own place. We
worked for a joint venture company, and I was sent on a business trip to a European country for a year. I lived in hotels and rented
a car, because you can't go to work or even buy things without a car. Coincidentally, after I had been away for more than three months, she
was also sent to headquarters for two months of training. We didn't know many people in this foreign country, so it was natural for me to
take care of her. She stayed at the same hotel as me. She wasn't very good at driving; she only had a driver's license back in China,
so she often went to work with me in the morning and returned to the hotel with me in the evening. When I had free time, I would take her to
practice driving. Driving habits here are very different from back home, and it would be difficult without someone to teach her. We also often had dinner
together . We were already familiar with each other back home, and we became even more familiar here. However,
we behaved very well during this time, and nothing happened. I didn't take advantage of her; I was very caring but didn't make any advances. She
had a cheerful personality and wasn't sensitive about the boundaries between men and women, so she was quite affectionate towards me. To outsiders, we
were always seen together, seemingly like a couple.

She liked to travel, and on weekends she wanted me to take her out, so I drove her to nearby places
to explore, returning to a hotel each night. Our first physical contact happened one weekend when we went to a nearby
tourist attraction . There was a swing set there. She wanted to swing, so she asked me to push her from behind.
The weather was quite warm then, and she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. As I pushed her on the swing, it was
my first time touching her body. Through the thin t-shirt, I could clearly feel the smoothness and firmness of her skin.
As I pushed, I became aroused. I became lustful, constantly changing the position of my hands while pushing her back, so that
each push would touch a different area of her body, essentially caressing her. I became bolder,
gradually moving my position to her waist, supporting her waist with both hands from either side while pushing. Her waist was very slender, and I
enjoyed that feeling. I wonder if she sensed my actions and intentions. Later, I slowly pushed down to her buttocks.
The soft feeling made me forget she was my roommate's girlfriend; it was incredibly exciting.

I really wanted to keep pushing like that. But since she was my roommate's girlfriend, I didn't dare to go further and actually touch
her. I could only continue swinging on the swing and taking advantage of her. I don't know if she sensed my lust and my groping, but at least she
cooperated and didn't get off immediately. We swung like that for seven or eight minutes. That was my first physical
contact with her. After that, there was no more opportunity for contact.

We chatted happily along the way, and we even saw foreigners sunbathing naked on the beach in the distance, both men and
women. She seemed a little embarrassed. When we played together, we generally didn't talk about her boyfriend and my girlfriend;
we had become friends.

All of the above was just setup; the real story comes later. After more than a month, having explored the surrounding area, she
wanted to go somewhere farther away. I don't know why she chose Amsterdam, which was more than four hours' drive from our hotel.
We couldn't go back and forth in one day, so we had to stay there overnight. The hotels there were incredibly expensive, even in the suburbs,
they cost over 100 euros a night. I initially suggested staying in a youth hostel, the kind where many people share a room, it
's very cheap, but she was unwilling, feeling it was unsafe to share a room with other strangers. So I was about to book two
single rooms when she suddenly said, "Why don't we just share one room? Otherwise it's too expensive and not worth it.
" Of course, I was overjoyed, incredibly excited, and immediately booked a standard room. She added, "Let's
go secretly, don't let anyone know." Of course, I understood; even if we didn't intend to do anything bad, we could
n't let others know and arouse suspicion, especially not her boyfriend and my girlfriend.

To have more time to play, we set off very early, arriving at the hotel near Amsterdam at 11
am . After checking in and putting our things in the room, we realized that standard rooms in Europe are a bit different from those in China. Although there were still two beds and two sets
of bedding, the two beds were pushed together. Although I already knew this, I was still incredibly excited when I got to the hotel room,
my voice even trembling slightly, filled with anticipation for the evening. Stealing a glance at her, I saw a blush on her lovely face
; she must have sensed the ambiguous atmosphere too.

After putting our things away, we headed to the city center. We took the subway, as taxis were quite expensive there. We had lunch
in the city leisurely strolled around. She's such a tireless shopper; she walked the entire afternoon without getting tired. We went to
the famous Sex Museum, where tickets were very cheap. Of course, I didn't dare suggest going; it was her idea.
The biggest surprise inside was holding her hand. Here's what happened: there was a
model of a homeless man, the kind that moves. When you get close, it suddenly pulls down its pants, exposing its genitals, accompanied by a scary sound. It
startled her, and she quickly moved closer to me, taking my hand. I naturally took her hand in return, and she didn't
object . So, we walked hand-in-hand through the Sex Museum like a couple. To be honest,
sex felt very sacred there; it didn't feel vulgar at all. We chatted and laughed, and she seemed very enthusiastic, completely
innocent . Afterward, we had dinner and then decided to check out the legendary red-light district. Actually, once I got there, I realized
the red-light district wasn't anything special; it just had scantily clad women in provocative outfits posing to attract
customers. She suddenly smiled and asked me if I was interested in the women in the windows. To be honest,
I wasn't interested at all; I felt those women were equivalent to AIDS. I said I wasn't interested, and she accused me
of faking it. So I said I was more interested in innocent-looking girls, and she just smiled and didn't say anything more.

It was already 9 PM when we finished exploring the red-light district. We took a taxi back to the hotel, and on the way, I imagined a hundred different scenarios
for . A battle raged within me between good and evil. I thought
it best to behave myself and avoid causing trouble later, but then I remembered the idiom "worse than animals." Although the red-light district wasn't as raunchy as I'd imagined, it
had increased the ambiguous feelings between us considerably. We held hands for a while, and
I felt like a couple. Back at the hotel, she went to shower first, while I continued my fantasies, my penis and brain in
a state of arousal. She came out wearing a nightgown she'd brought herself—a rather ladylike one. I
quickly showered too, putting on the hotel robe. Afterward, I offered to help her blow-dry her hair, and she agreed.

Her hair was shoulder-length, so while blow-drying it, I could legitimately stroke it—a
rather ambiguous thing. She had her back to me, and I admired her figure from behind; it was very alluring. While blow-
drying her hair , I also casually touched her shoulder. I couldn't fathom her thoughts at all, and dared not make any further
rash moves. After drying her hair, I quickly dried mine and discreetly returned to my own
bed. She was already in her bed, tucked under the covers. Lying there, her shoulders exposed, she looked incredibly
alluring . I lay down in my own bed, turned to my side, and chatted with her. I asked her if she had had a good day, and she said
she had a great time, feeling like it was a dream. I said I felt the same way, never expecting to be
in the same room as her, like a dream. As we chatted, we started talking about her boyfriend and my girlfriend. She asked if
we doing them a disservice by going out like this. I said we hadn't done anything, of course we weren't doing anything a disservice,
don't worry. She gave me a knowing smile, and my heart skipped a beat. I mustered my courage and asked if I could move closer to her so
we could chat.

She smiled slightly again, without saying anything, seemingly a little shy. I steeled myself and slipped under her covers.
By then, I had taken off my bathrobe, wearing only a loose t-shirt and my underwear. We
snuggled together under the covers, a warm feeling instantly washing over us. She shifted slightly to make room for me, and we lay
facing each other . Since we had already held hands during the day, I naturally took her hand and spoke to her, and she didn't object.

Our faces were very close; we could even feel each other's breath, and the atmosphere grew increasingly intimate.
Not content with just holding hands, I gradually began to caress her arms, then her shoulders. My hands slowly wrapped
around her shoulders, and she seemed to tremble slightly. I felt another surge of desire and pulled her into my
arms . At this moment, she placed her hands on my chest, separating our bodies. She said we couldn't do this, that it would be
unfair to her boyfriend and to my girlfriend. I continued to hold her shoulders, saying not to worry, that I just wanted to hug her.
She finally removed her hands from her chest, and I took the opportunity to pull her tightly into my arms. The feeling
was truly wonderful—holding a warm, fragrant body in my embrace; it was incredibly exciting. I wrapped my arms around her back, and she wrapped her arms around my waist. At that
moment, I felt we were cheating, but it was hard to stop. She was wearing a bra under her nightgown, and
when her tightly, I felt her breasts pressed against mine. Then, through the nightgown, I stroked her shoulders, back, and waist.
Her face was also close to mine, and I couldn't help but kiss her cheek; she didn't stop me.

I kissed my way down her cheek to her ear. The moment I kissed her ear, I heard her make a soft
"ah" sound. Her ears are very sensitive, and I knew that, so I kissed her ears wholeheartedly, from
one side to the other, and then down to her neck. Her neck was equally sensitive; I
felt her tremble. Then I wanted to kiss her lips, but this time she stopped me, saying we couldn't do that. I had to
resort to a roundabout tactic again. I continued to caress her body, avoiding sensitive areas to avoid her rejection.
I gradually pulled up the hem of her nightgown, above her waist, so that she was only wearing underwear, just like me
. I squeezed my thighs between hers, our legs intertwined, and my hands weren't idle either, reaching inside the nightgown to caress
her back and waist. I found the clasp of her bra at the back, and before she could react, I instantly unhooked
it . Then I continued to caress her, her calves, thighs, stomach, lower abdomen, armpits, and buttocks.
Because I avoided sensitive areas, she didn't resist.

Her bra was unhooked, but it was still hanging there. I said it was uncomfortable, and asked if I could take it off for her. She
said okay, told me not to look, then turned around, and under the covers, took off the straps of her nightgown, then took off her bra
, and put the nightgown back on. When I held her in my arms again, her breasts pressed against
my chest through the thin nightgown. Her breasts weren't large, but they were very firm, and this intimate contact excited us both. I pulled
her skirt up to her chest, then caressed and kissed her entire body, except for her sensitive
areas She was aroused and was also caressing my body. For better contact, I took off my
t-shirt, leaving me in only my underwear. My penis was already hard, pressing against her thigh; she clearly felt it,
her face growing increasingly red. Every time I tried to penetrate her sensitive areas, she would stop me. After a few attempts,
I decided to try a different approach.

I decided to go all out, pulling her hand inside my underwear, letting her touch my hard penis.
This time she didn't resist, but followed my hand's movements. She even said, "Why is it so hard?" I
said , "Of course, it's because of you." I launched another attack, starting with kissing her ear and moving down to her lips.
This time she finally didn't resist, and I kissed her on the lips. Her lips were sweet. She was also excited, sticking out
her tongue to French kiss me. This time she was truly aroused; her tongue was very soft. I seized the opportunity to French kiss her,
and then my hands began to restlessly caress her breasts. She tried to stop me, but her defenses crumbled
under my two-pronged attack . Her breasts were firm, smooth, and elastic—truly exquisite. Her nipples were small, my favorite type. I caressed her nipples with a French kiss, and she was already panting. I took the opportunity to pull off and launched another attack. While kissing and caressing her breasts, I freed one hand and headed straight for her inner thigh. She tried to stop me again, but this time I attacked from all three angles. Her delicate little hands couldn't stop me from touching her genitals through her panties, which were already wet. I caressed her soft genitals through her panties, and she was on the verge of collapse . I prepared to take off her panties, but this time she came to her senses again and said that we really couldn't continue; we couldn't betray her boyfriend and my girlfriend. I whispered sweet nothings and promised that I wouldn't...

Going a step further, to be honest, I still had a sliver of reason left, and I felt I couldn't actually have sex with her. Seeing
how sincere I was, she finally agreed. I smoothly took off her underwear, and quickly took off my
own , finally holding my roommate's girlfriend naked in my arms.

After her last line of defense was broken, I slowed down, gently kissing her, gently
caressing her, and finally my hand directly touched her clitoris and vaginal opening. Her genitals were soaking wet. Her moans
gradually grew louder. I had her curl up with her back to me, and I hugged her from behind. While kissing her ears
and caressing her breasts, my penis finally reached the vicinity of her vaginal opening.
The moment my penis touched her vaginal opening, she noticed, and this time she firmly said no. I could only say I wouldn't go in, just
touch her there. I again caressed and kissed her from top to bottom, while my hand caressed her clitoris and my
penis rubbed against her vaginal opening.

She finally couldn't take it anymore and started moaning. Her vaginal opening was incredibly slippery, and slowly the tip of my penis
became covered in her secretions. This slippery feeling was unbearable, so I gradually
pushed it towards the indentation. Her vaginal opening was very tight; it was obvious she wasn't very sexually experienced. This
temptation was irresistible to both of us. Gradually, my penis was fully inside her vaginal opening, and I
started moving back and forth at that depth, already feeling the sensation of sex.

She looked back at me, this time with deep affection in her eyes, and I kissed her.
As , I suddenly noticed her hips thrusting back, a small movement, but this allowed my penis to penetrate even
deeper into her vagina. I was overjoyed; finally, I didn't have to tease her anymore. I moved back and forth, slowly
penetrating deeper , and then forcefully thrust it all the way in. She cried out, "Ah, Feng-ge!" and trembled all over, letting me do
as I pleased. Her lower body was warm and moist, like a virgin's, tightly enveloping me. I thought to myself, "I never thought I'd actually gotten
my roommate's girlfriend. It's so exciting down there; I almost ejaculated." I had to calm myself down first, quietly penetrating
her and caressing and kissing her. Only after the urge to ejaculate subsided did I slowly begin thrusting. We
did it doggy style for a while, then switched to missionary position, and when I felt the urge to ejaculate again, I quickly switched back to woman-on-top.

She hadn't tried this position before and had to ask me to teach her; she looked incredibly cute moving on top of me. After
about 20 minutes, switching between various positions, the urge to ejaculate grew stronger, so I returned to
the traditional missionary position, ready to climax. Knowing I was about to ejaculate, she said, "Brother Feng, you're not wearing a condom,
you can't ejaculate inside." I said okay.

I never dared to ejaculate inside my girlfriend during sex, afraid of pregnancy. Later I learned that she always used condoms
when . Before I thrust, I
brought her to the brink of orgasm through full-body stimulation, especially clitoral stimulation. Then I began to thrust, determined to ejaculate. She
clung tightly to I thrust all the way in. She orgasmed during my thrusts, her lower body contracting in waves.
I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust deeply into her vagina amidst her contractions, ejaculating streams of semen deep
inside her. This was my first time ejaculating inside her, and it was also her first time being ejaculated inside.
Afterwards I caressed her, then we showered together, cuddled, and whispered sweet nothings before
falling asleep in her arms.

In the morning, my penis was aroused again. I held her naked body, caressed and kissed her, and we did it again
. Thinking I had to take the birth control pill anyway, I ejaculated inside her this time. After we had sex, she became even more
affectionate , like my girlfriend. Of course, we quickly sobered up. When we left the hotel,
she said to treat last night as a dream and that she would never betray her lover again.

I managed to buy emergency contraception using my broken foreign language skills. After she took it, we felt relieved and headed back home. We didn't have sex again
until she returned to her country, though we acted like a couple when we were together.

That's the story of my roommate's girlfriend. Three years have passed in a flash, and she recently got married. I gave her
my best wishes, and we acted as if nothing had happened. This article is a memorial to forgetting.

[The End]

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