Adding a story about a jerk I encountered in a study group

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Adding a story about a flirtatious girl I met in a study group

Author: aqiupian1

Meeting her was purely coincidental. It was around January 2017, in a QQ study group. A girl suddenly added me, asking for some video materials. At the time, I didn't care, and even felt she was very impolite. A stranger, without introducing herself or saying anything extra, asking me for things on our first meeting felt very uncomfortable. If it were a guy, I wouldn't have bothered with him at all. But seeing that she was a girl in the materials, I didn't mind (was this just my lustful nature acting up?). I replied with something like, "I don't have what you want, but I have similar ones. If you need them, I can share the account and password with you."
That's how we got in touch, and we started chatting. Looking back now, every step forward in our relationship was initiated by her, which makes me feel ashamed.
The first voice chat, the first video chat, were both initiated by her. Gradually, our topics broadened, we talked about our experiences, and we became more familiar with each other. Sometimes I'd listen to her tell me about her first time losing her virginity on WeChat voice messages, recalling the scene of being forcibly kissed in high school, and her distress about being relentlessly pursued by a boy she only wanted to be friends with. It was quite interesting and enjoyable. As time went on and our relationship grew closer, all sorts of cheesy nicknames gradually came together naturally: "Little wife," "Dear good wife," "Silly boy"... From initial shyness to later saying them offhand, it was so cheesy. One night, we were chatting on WeChat again, I don't remember how it started, but she was masturbating while I was teasing her. She especially liked being called a "little slut," and she especially liked having her breasts touched and licked, so I awkwardly teased her. Another night, in a moment of impulse, I called her a "little bitch," and she actually enjoyed it. We spent two wonderful nights together during winter break.
Winter break was almost over; they didn't start school until after the 20th of the first lunar month. A week before school started, she wasn't feeling well and went to the hospital, where she was diagnosed with pelvic inflammatory disease. Every night, I would call or text her to check on her, feeling sorry for her. She had been on IV drips for a week, and then she had to take medication when she went back to school. She really disliked taking medicine, finding it bitter, so I would send her a small red envelope of 1.71 yuan every day, a homophone for "need to take medicine," to coax her to take it. Then, we both got busy, chatting on WeChat every few days, but not for very long.
At the end of April, I went to Chongqing to finish some business and stopped by her place (of course, she wasn't in Chongqing). When we met, she was prettier than in the videos. She had deep, dark eyes, double eyelids, a small waist, round hips, a full chest, fair skin, and long hair. One striking feature was her large nose. The place we met was funny; it was at the hospital entrance. She was sick again and wouldn't let me accompany her to the doctor, probably because she was seeing a gynecologist and felt embarrassed. She only let me go to see her after she started her IV drip. When I opened the ward door, she was alone, sitting by the bed, reading a book while receiving the IV. She seemed a little lonely. It was drizzling a bit that day, and the weather was slightly chilly, so I gently warmed her hand as she received her IV drip, glancing at the bottle every now and then.
The drip finished around 2 PM, and I took her out to get something to eat. She recommended horse meat hot pot. It was my first time eating horse meat, and since I had braces and my gums were loose, I just picked up a piece and put it in my mouth—damn, I couldn't chew it properly and had to spit it out. She teased me about it for a long time afterward. She then picked out the easier parts for me, and surprisingly, it tasted quite good, with a unique flavor. After lunch, it was still early, so I wanted to take her sightseeing. She doesn't like shopping (are there really girls who don't like shopping?). I wanted to take her to a movie. There was only one cinema in the county, so we walked there, but she complained it was too expensive and didn't want to go (it was only about 50 or 60 yuan, but she said she got tickets from a classmate for 10 or 20 yuan). I said okay, we'll come back tomorrow, but in the end, we didn't go. To this day, I still feel like I owe her a movie. On the way back, I saw a foot massage parlor by the roadside and asked her if she had been there before. She said no. Hehe, I excitedly took her in for a foot bath and massage.
After an hour-long massage, the masseuse closed the door and left. I got up from the recliner and asked her how it felt. She smiled but didn't answer, shifting her body to the side and patting the recliner beneath her. I walked over with a mischievous grin, and she took the opportunity to lie down on her side, pulling her coat over her head. I lay down behind her and asked, "Honey, how does it feel?" At the same time, my hand naturally encircled her waist, and I subtly nudged my buttocks against hers. She didn't speak, but murmured a reply from her nose: "What?" Without a word, I quietly slipped my hand under her shirt and stroked around her navel. Her stomach was a little fleshy, soft to the touch, and even a bit springy. I drew circles around her navel with my fingers, then used my little finger to gauge its depth, and sometimes tentatively touched it up and down. She just lay there quietly, not stopping me. After about ten minutes, I suggested we go back for dinner. Actually, I wasn't comfortable with the environment; I felt it lacked privacy.
For dinner, I let her choose. She loved noodles, so she ordered two bowls, and we ate together. To me, the noodles were just average, but she added some chili and ate them with gusto. After dinner, we went back to the hotel and lay on the bed chatting for a while. I thought I could continue massaging her belly, but as soon as I started, she got up to go back to school. I begged her to stay a little longer. Most guys would know this little trick: hoping something might happen, but knowing full well that nothing would, since she was still on an IV drip. Perhaps she just wanted to spend more time with me. When I was in Chongqing, a friend gave me some commemorative coins. I showed them to her and said, "Pick one, it's for you, as a keepsake." She picked them up, looked at them, and then put them down again, not choosing any. She picked up each coin, looked at it, and then put it down again—such a mischievous girl! She did this several times, and I couldn't stand it anymore. "Okay, okay, stop picking. There are only four or five, not many, you can have them all." I vaguely saw the corners of her mouth turn up, and I instantly felt like I'd been tricked. I pretended to be angry and playfully hugged her for a while.
She said she had to go back.
"Really?
" "Yes."
"Want to chat a little longer?"
"No, I have to go back."
Okay, so I packed up the Ciqikou fried dough twists I'd brought her from Chongqing, hailed a taxi downstairs, and took her back to school.
The next day, she was in class in the morning. She didn't come to the hospital until almost 1 PM to continue her IV drip. After the drip, I took her out to eat; she still preferred noodles. That evening, I "coaxed" her into my room to lie on the bed and talk for a while. I touched her belly fat, and I've forgotten what we said. Suddenly, she asked, "Do you want to touch my breasts?" I was stunned for a moment, then nodded. She got up and unhooked her bra from under her clothes, turning to lie in my arms. Her breasts weren't particularly large, about the size of a hand. Her nipples were small, even a little shy, hidden deep within her flesh. Her breasts were firm. After rubbing them for a while, her nipples quietly hardened, about the size of soybeans—absolutely adorable. I haven't been into sex for very long, so I'm a bit clumsy. Seeing that I didn't continue, she asked if I wanted to see her genitals. I was definitely a bit too excited at the time. If I had been a little more rational, I should have stopped there, especially since she was still on an IV drip and said she had a lot of vaginal discharge. But since she asked in that situation, I followed my desire and gently removed her lower body clothing. Her legs were even whiter than mine, and she didn't have as much hair between her legs. The moment my fingers touched her, she solemnly told me not to put my fingers inside. To be honest, this was the first time I had seriously observed a woman's genitals. Her mons pubis was quite pink, and there was some pigmentation on her labia, perhaps related to her constitution, where all the melanin in her body was concentrated. Parting her labia, it really was pink inside. I gently circled around her clitoris, then pulled back the foreskin and pressed on it. She was slightly out of breath, so I switched to gently rubbing her inner thighs, while my other hand alternately gently pinched her nipples. I don't know why, maybe it's her constitution, or maybe it's because I'm not skilled enough, but her nipples don't stay hard. They always soften after a little rubbing, and then no matter how much I rub or lick, they won't get hard again. I have to switch to another nipple and let it rest until it gets erect again. It's so strange. My fingers can only caress the outside. Her labia minora are a bit thick, and I can move them to the sides. My fingers are wet with her vaginal fluid, slippery on her clitoris. She doesn't seem particularly sensitive to stimulation of her clitoris. Only when my fingers touch a certain spot near the base of her clitoris will she twitch, like she's been electrocuted. About half an hour later, she suddenly murmured, "I want you to lick me." It sounded like she had suffered a great injustice, and her tone made it impossible for me to refuse. I got up and said I needed to use the restroom. I brushed my teeth thoroughly in the bathroom, and when I came back, without a word and ignoring her resistance, I pulled down her pants, which were down to her knees. I put a pillow under her buttocks, leaned in, and said, "You teach me. Tell me where you want me to lick." Then, following her fingers, I licked her entire genital area, focusing on her favorite spot, her clitoris. She especially loved having her clitoris flicked with my tongue; every time I flicked it for a while, her buttocks would move away. Of course, my tongue was also strained; the back of my tongue felt sore. During this time, I parted her labia and gave her a deep lick from bottom to top. She enjoyed it, but it was terrible for me. The medication she was using in her vagina probably came out, and it tasted very bitter. Worried about spoiling the mood, I didn't tell her, saying, "Little slut, let's change positions. Use your favorite one on WeChat, the one that sits on my face." I then grabbed the water glass from the bedside table and rinsed my mouth. Then I lay there watching her slowly squat down, put her penis near my mouth, find an angle, and slowly rub it. After less than five minutes, she stopped. Every time she got aroused, she would press her lips deeply against mine. I have some stubble on my chin, and she seemed uncomfortable. It was so unpleasant. Finally, we changed to the doggy style, with her lying on the bed like a puppy, her butt sticking up, and I licked her from behind. This was also her favorite position on WeChat calls. During this time, I dipped my index finger in her vaginal fluid and easily inserted it into her anus. I could feel the warm flesh inside enveloping my finger. When I went in, I didn't feel much resistance from the sphincter muscles. I guessed it might be because she had been penetrated before, or perhaps because my finger wasn't very thick. I must admit, my technique wasn't very good enough; I couldn't quite time her arousal. I licked for almost two hours, but she still wasn't aroused. I said, "Baby, let me see you masturbate. I want to see." Then, I held her and watched her fingers dance across her clitoris. She could pinpoint the sensitive spot perfectly. She seemed to be waking from a nightmare in my arms, trembling every now and then. During this time, I gently kissed her earlobe, caressed her breasts, and said things like "you little slut, you're so good." After about twenty minutes, I felt her body tense up and she started trembling. I held her tightly for less than half a minute before stopping. While I accompanied her to the bathroom to wash up, she said, "I don't know why. Maybe it's because I masturbate too much. Now it feels like it takes me a long time to orgasm." She comforted me from time to time. It was already 10:30 PM when we came out. Her dorm room was closing in half an hour. I suggested she stay, saying, "Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything. Look, I've been licking you all night, and I haven't even taken off a single piece of clothing." She laughed, but still insisted on going back and wouldn't let me see her off. This severely hurt my pride. I waited until she was dressed, then, ignoring her objections, took her hand and we went downstairs to hail a taxi and take her back to her dorm.
The third day, it was still drizzling, the air was cool, and I stayed with her at the hospital for her IV drip. I don't know what was wrong with her; halfway through the drip, she suddenly burst into tears. I sat beside her, at a loss, unsure if I had upset her or what. All I could do was put my arm around her shoulder and comfort her. When I asked her why, she wouldn't say anything, just kept crying. I panicked; besides holding her tightly, I didn't know what else to do. I suggested we get together the next morning. I was going back to XX city and then taking a bus home. Before I left, I'd take her to a top-tier hospital in the city for a thorough checkup. If necessary, we could get treatment there. I told her to ask a classmate for leave for her; it would be okay. She nodded, and then I held her and gently rocked her, letting her cry for a while, promptly handing her tissues to wipe her tears. I have to say, girls are incredibly quick to react; she recovered on her own after a while. I don't understand why she's so emotional. When we parted after dinner, she said she wouldn't go to the city tomorrow, but would continue her IV drip there until the course of treatment was complete. No amount of persuasion worked.
On the fourth day, in the morning, I was supposed to go back as planned. I walked across the street from the hotel to the bus stop, bought a ticket, and boarded the bus. But remembering how she had cried her eyes out yesterday, I was still a little worried, so I went back to the hotel. I waited until she went to the hospital for her IV drip and then appeared before her. She seemed a little surprised and said, "Shouldn't you be going back?" I lied and said I woke up late this morning and missed the bus. I had to reschedule my ticket for a day later. "I'll stay with you today," I said. "After your IV drip, let me walk around your school." We spent the afternoon at her school. The environment was nice, mostly European-style buildings built on a hillside. She bought me a lot of delicious food, and of course, I cleverly paid for it all in the end. After dinner, I lied and said I had too much stuff to carry, and asked her to come with me. That's how I tricked her into going back to the room. While I was hugging her, she suggested that I be on the bottom and cooperate, but I couldn't penetrate her. I laughed. I just thought that I was going back tomorrow, and I didn't know when I'd see her again, so a hug was enough. We watched TV for a while, holding each other. At 10 pm, I took her downstairs to catch a taxi back to school. The next day, I went back home.

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