Spring of 1994

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I first met her near the Shanghai Railway Station in the spring of 1994.

My boss had sent me to Shanghai for a once-in-a-lifetime electronics exhibition. I spent the day at the exhibition and rushed to the train station in the evening to buy a ticket to return to Hangzhou that night. Unfortunately, the next train wasn't until 11 PM. It was only 7 PM, and staying overnight was clearly not something my boss wanted. What to do?

I wandered aimlessly around the square. In the distance, several large, crooked, bright red characters were written on a swaying sign: "Luxury Bus, Departing for Hangzhou, Xiaoshan."

Just as I was queuing to board, I saw her—or rather, her back. She was in front of me in line, short hair, a light yellow shirt, carrying a canvas travel bag. Based on my experience, she was probably the kind of experienced country girl who had ventured out into the world, because only they would dare to travel alone on such a long-distance bus. In any case, chatting with her during the long and boring journey would be a good way to pass the time.

"Where are you going?"

"Xiaoshan." She turned and smiled at me. She was quite pretty, which spurred me on.

Once on the bus, I helped her find an empty seat, on the condition that we sit together.

I started trying to find topics to chat about, though I can't remember exactly what we talked about. My four years of university life, with its frequent summer and winter breaks spent traveling, made me adept at handling these kinds of situations. Getting a girl to go from meeting her to becoming familiar, to making her happy, to exchanging contact information was a piece of cake.

At first, she just listened silently with wide eyes, then she started giggling, and then she became more talkative. She said she was going to Shanghai to visit one of her Chinese friends.

"Where is she?"

"In Xinzhuang, I don't know the exact address."

"Then how do you find her?"

"I hired a motorcycle, forty yuan, to take me around looking."

"Did you find her?"

"No, so I'm going back now. Look how late it is, I won't get home until midnight."

The car drove into Minhang, and the lights of a group of buildings in the distance stood out in the twilight. Four years had passed, but I could still immediately tell which was "Teaching Building 3" and which was "Administration Building."

I pointed over there and said, "I studied and lived there for two years. Those were good times, I just played around all day."

"How did you play around?" She looked at me with a smile.

"I had a beat-up guitar, I'd play it, and on Saturday nights we'd go dancing, always stepping on other people's feet..."

Her gaze shifted to the distance, lost in thought. In the dim headlights, I could see the melancholy in her eyes. Seeing me staring at her, she quickly said, "Why did you stop?" She paused, then said to me, "It's a pity I didn't have the chance to go to university."

I comforted her, and we chatted for a while longer. Before I knew it, it was late at night, and I dozed off in my seat. I felt the bus slowly tilting, and someone was pushing me frantically beside me. The driver said, "Everyone, don't move, don't panic, those on the right can get off first."

It turned out the bus had veered off the road, and the right wheel was stuck on the edge of the embankment, causing the bus to tilt severely. I grabbed her and hurriedly ran off the bus. It was pitch black outside, and we could only hear the chirping of insects in the paddy fields. A gust of wind blew, and I shivered. She also wrapped her coat tightly around herself, her arms wrapped around her chest. Seeing her like this, I had no choice but to take off my suit jacket and drape it over her shoulders.

"You wear it yourself, don't get cold."

"I'm not cold, it's okay," I said through gritted teeth.

About half an hour later, another bus arrived, and everyone cheered and rushed to board. We were at the very back, unsure if we'd get seats. Once on the bus, there were two seats separated in the front row and two in the last row. She went straight to the back. I chuckled. It seemed she liked sitting with me, since the back seats were quite bumpy and nobody usually wanted to sit there.

The road was under construction, and the car swayed and rocked forward, our bodies jerking from side to side. I accidentally bumped into her, quickly regaining my balance, and in that instant, I felt the softness and elasticity unique to young girls. She also swayed and bumped into me, and slowly, we stopped trying to avoid each other.

Finally, the car left the construction zone, but we were even closer together. She rested her head quietly on my shoulder, and we didn't speak.

At 12:30, we arrived in Hangzhou. I got out of the car and saw her hesitating behind the door, wondering whether to get off. I knew she would have to transfer in Xiaoshan, and at this hour, there might not be any buses there, and finding a hotel wouldn't be easy.

Our eyes met, and I suddenly felt I should help this lonely girl in the vast darkness. I said to her, "Why don't you leave from Hangzhou tomorrow?" I helped her with her travel bag, hailed a taxi, and drove to Garden Palace.

I didn't own a house, and the company rented two rooms in a farmer's house in the Garden Palace for us. I lived in the downstairs room by myself. I led her through the dark alleyways, where there wasn't a sound in the dead of night. I led the way, constantly looking back at her, worried that she might be scared. She chuckled, "Are you afraid I'll get lost?" I replied honestly, "Yes."

I led her into the room and pointed to the bed, saying, "You can sleep here." She looked at the furniture in the room—a single bed, a broken table, a stool, and a lamp—and paused, saying, "I thought there would at least be a sofa or something."

I said, "It's alright. I'm going to read tonight, all night long. You can sleep on the bed; it'll be fine."

I turned on the lamp, picked up a book I thought was very impressive at the time—AT command set—and started reading seriously. She silently took off her coat, lay down on the bed, and covered herself with the blanket. Perhaps she was too tired; within two minutes, soft snoring filled the air. Looking at her sleeping face, I couldn't help but feel moved by my own chivalry and gentlemanly manners.

After reading for half an hour, my eyes were getting dizzy. Just as I was trying to pull myself together, I suddenly heard her say, "You should sleep too."

"I don't need to sleep, it's fine."

"But you have the light on, I

can't sleep." Looking at her slightly open eyes under the light, my heart skipped a beat: "Which side should I sleep on?"

"Whatever you want," she said.

"I haven't washed my feet, looks like I'll have to share with you."

She laughed and said, "I haven't washed mine either, there's nowhere to wash them."

I nervously half-lay down next to her, turned off the light, leaned my head against the wall, my whole body was burning, and my penis was throbbing.

I said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself, that would be unfair to my girlfriend. No, I have to get up."

She seemed very calm: "Actually, it's okay, we both have our own boyfriends or girlfriends, even if I want to."

I didn't know what to do, perhaps subconsciously I was waiting for her to say that. In the darkness, my right hand gently touched her face. My lower body was hot and uncomfortable, and her breathing became rapid. She grabbed my right hand and placed it on her breast. I could no longer control myself. I rolled over and pinned her down. She eagerly responded, wrapping her arms around me and thrusting her hips upwards, mumbling incoherently, "I want it, I want it..."

At the same time, she reached down to try and unbuckle my belt. Yes, it was the belt. I couldn't wait to undo her trousers either. Even though I was on top of her, it didn't stop us from undoing them quickly and easily. When we pulled her trousers and underwear down to her knees, I couldn't wait to pull them all off. I thrust forward hastily. She let out a soft "ah," closed her eyes, and I entered her body. For the first time, I felt the smoothness, elasticity, and heat inside her.

This was my first time fully penetrating a woman's body. Sometimes I'd get really passionate with my girlfriend, but it was usually just external penetration. We were afraid of getting her pregnant, and also afraid of breaking her hymen—I wouldn't be able to escape responsibility. In the end, I'd always ejaculate on her vulva, and she'd calmly wipe it away.

I'd never seen my girlfriend so engrossed in it. Her eyes were closed, and each time I thrust forward, she'd let out a soft "ah" and lift her hips to meet me. After five or six thrusts, I felt myself losing control, so I quickly pulled out and said, "Let's take all our clothes off!"

Removing all obstacles, I started thrusting on top of her again. This time, we were naked, making it even more stimulating. After a dozen or so thrusts, finally, my ejaculation point opened, and my penis spasmed uncontrollably, spraying my semen deep into her core.

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