Between two points (37-38)

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Fragrant Beloved
"I want it!" She escaped from my mouth and whispered in my ear.
"Are you done?" I asked, my desire burning fiercely, my body swelling to its limit, throbbing impatiently, ready to leap at any moment.
"Yes, come in, come inside." He said, trying to roll off me.
"No need to get off, it's fine like this." I hugged her and pulled her towards my chest, her breasts pressing against my chest, her body completely pressed against me, soft and alluringly heavy. "
Is this okay?" My naive girl seemed quite puzzled by this question, not even knowing that a girl could be on top.
"You didn't know this was okay?" I asked.
"I didn't know, I've never done it before, I'm scared!" she said, and I knew what she meant by scared.
"Although some boys have shown interest in me, I don't have the courage to try anymore..." she said, and I pressed her lips to stop her from continuing.
"It's okay, I'll be gentle." That was all I could say to comfort her, though I wasn't sure if I could actually do it.
She started pressing her plump, soft flesh against my crotch, haphazardly trying to pull it up, her wet love juices getting all over my glans, testicles, and pubic hair.
"No, not like that!" I said, she couldn't penetrate like that.
"Then how?" she asked, a little breathless.
"Spread your legs and kneel down!" I said, and she did as I said.
I reached out to explore the entrance to that flower garden, grasping the nerve of desire, and slowly lifted my hips towards the wettest part of the crevice—the peach blossom cave was already flowing with clear spring water. The moment I pushed my glans through the labia and entered the opening, waves of warmth spread across my mushroom. Unexpectedly, perhaps because of her nervousness, the flesh inside the passage closed, preventing entry; the path forward wasn't as smooth as I'd anticipated. Fortunately, because the love juices were still gushing out, I could still manage to squeeze in gently.
"Are you in pain?" I asked. She remained silent, and I assumed she was gritting her teeth and enduring the pain.
"No, I'm just a little nervous," she said.
"Relax, like when you drink," I said, though I wasn't sure if that would actually help her relax.
"Oh..." she replied, then fell silent.
"Should I turn on the light?" I asked.
"No, no, how can I face you like this?" she said anxiously, and I had no choice but to give up.
I moistened my glans, inserted it shallowly, then withdrew, then inserted it a little deeper and withdrew again, repeating this several times until I felt my passage was barely passable, and I could slowly insert about eight or nine-tenths of the way.
"Lower your hips," I said, burying my glans inside. My hips were starting to ache from being raised.
"Oh..." she let out a long groan as she lowered her hips and pressed against me. My penis was completely engulfed by her body, the entire shaft feeling warm and itchy, an unbearable sensation of comfort throughout my body. It turned out that Xin'er's entrance was rather narrow, like a large fleshy ring around the base of her penis. But once inside, it was a completely different world—exceptionally warm and slippery, with soft, loose flesh on the walls that clung to me rhythmically. She almost violently pressed her mouth against mine, beginning a storm of kisses and sucks on my lips, while frantically and incoherently crying out, "Want...want..." I couldn't tell if she was saying "itch...itch..." or "want...want..." I only felt her writhing body like a water snake, her hips moving urgently and erratically. Still responding to her passionately, my steed began to gallop happily, kicking and pounding forward in the soft, warm mud.
Her movements seemed somewhat hurried and immature, and it was precisely this that made me so uncontrollably aroused. My skin began to burn, my breathing gradually became difficult, and I felt as if I were falling from a great height, the wind whistling in my ears. Her body was wet and silky, flowing like a newly dug spring gushing water. She began to tremble, and I involuntarily shuddered along with her. Xin'er gritted her teeth, making gurgling sounds of endurance, her nostrils flaring, the iron bed frame beneath her creaking and groaning.
"I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!..." she cried out.
"Just a little longer, just a little longer." I hadn't waited for that wonderful feeling to arrive, I couldn't ejaculate yet.
"I...can't...hold on... any longer!" she said weakly, her voice broken.
I didn't say anything more, I reached out and grasped her round buttocks, increasing the speed of my thrusts, forcefully pounding inside her body, trying to match my own pleasure with her rhythm, a series of loud slapping sounds between her thighs. "Ugh...mmm..." Xin'er trembled violently as I penetrated her, her moans tinged with sobs, her breath coming in short, broken gasps: "Ah...just...like this...it's so itchy...I'm going to die." Three or four minutes passed like this. I thrust hard, pushing my penis to its deepest point, where her volcano teemed, where fiery lava churned.
"Ah—!" she cried out, a long, drawn-out scream like the exhausted whistle of a train arriving at a station. Her legs clamped together, her body tensed, her penis convulsing and trembling rapidly between her thighs. Finally, she released, a gush of hot fluid gushing out, drenching me. She slumped down like a noodle, clinging to me, motionless. Our point of contact was already soaked, fluid constantly gushing from her vagina, wetting my scrotum and flowing into the corner between my legs. The greenhouse was still trembling rhythmically, though it gradually slowed down. Only the thick tree roots remained as hard as iron rods, stubbornly refusing to yield. In the darkness, I reached out and brushed aside her disheveled hair, tenderly stroking her forehead and face, which were covered in sweat.
"Yu, you did it so well, Xin'er! So good!" She lifted her head and shook it, seemingly tossing her hair back.
"You like it this way!" I chuckled mischievously in the darkness.
"Yeah, so this is how sex feels, it's almost unbearably good!" she sighed, pressing her face against my chest and playing with my nipples with her fingers.
"So, I'll give it to you every day from now on?" I asked tentatively.
"Ah... that won't do, that would cause me to have children." She seemed a little panicked.
"Aren't you afraid now?" I said, and before I could finish speaking, she suddenly rolled off me.
"Hey, did you cum inside?" she slapped me and said.
"Yeah, I cummed a lot!" I said.
"You big bad guy, big bad guy, big bad guy... Waaah!" she cried, pounding my chest like a drum, grabbing my hair and face, biting my arm... "Hey, hey, just kidding!" I quickly stopped her; Qianqian was still sleeping next door, and if she scratched my face, how would she go to work?
"Really? You're serious?" she said, stopping her crying.
"Feel it there!" I said, pulling her hand to touch my wet, still erect penis.
"Oh, it's still hard..." she said, pulling her hand back as if she'd touched a red-hot stick.
"Idiot! It won't get hard after you ejaculate, I'll turn on the light and show you!" I said, actually wanting to see her private parts; I'd seen her whole body except for that area when she showered.
"No!" she cried, pressing me down to prevent me from getting up to turn on the light.
"Why not?" I asked.
"No means no," she said.
"Oh, okay then, what do we do now?" I said.
"What do you mean, what do we do?" She didn't understand what I was talking about.
"Aren't you going to clean yourself up?" I said.
"Oh..." She fumbled around on the bedside table for a while and threw me a towel. After
we both got ready, I lay on my back, looking at the light streaming in from above the door. I didn't know what time it was, but I guessed it was almost dawn. She pulled a blanket over me, snuggled up to me, and whispered, "Hold me!" I reached out and pulled her close, letting her head rest on my chest. She turned to her side and adjusted her position, putting one leg over my thigh. I could feel the soft hair between her thighs against my hip bone. If you looked down from above, our pose looked like a large "材" (cái), with the right stroke stretched too long by a careless writer, extending to the left.
The house remained pitch black, and in the increasingly silent stillness, Xin'er's breathing was clearly audible. I could even hear the thumping of my own heart. It felt as if her tongue and lips were still intertwined with mine, and Xin'er's panting seemed to still linger in the room. We lay there in that position for who knows how long, until we drifted off into a dream. I dreamt I was back in my hometown, in that field full of alfalfa, the setting sun staining her flowing skirt like blood…
Chapter Thirty-Eight: An Unintentional Mistake
I woke to a rapid knocking on the door. I opened my eyes in the darkness of the room. The sounds of traffic outside had long since returned. Xin'er was no longer on my chest. I reached out and touched the space beside me; it was empty. I quickly got out of bed and opened the door. The light outside was so bright it hurt my eyes. I strained to open them, and there stood Qianqian, her hair disheveled, her eyes still sleepy, as if she had just gotten out of bed.
“Don’t you have to go to work today?” Qianqian asked, yawning.
“Yes!” I blurted out, hurriedly running back into the room, turning on the light, and finding my underwear under the blanket to put on.
"Don't you know what time it is? The phone has rung several times, and you don't even have it with you!" Qianqian said, standing behind me. I hurriedly ran to the bathroom to put on shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed the blanket, and quickly rinsed my mouth. I went into the living room, where Qianqian was combing her hair in front of the mirror. I took my phone off the TV and put it in my pocket, glancing at the wall clock.
Good heavens! It was almost ten o'clock! This was the first time I'd been late for work. "There are vegetables and noodles in the fridge. Make yourself whatever you like," I said to Qianqian as I locked the door, then shuffled downstairs. The weather was no different from yesterday; hoping for a good, refreshing rain in Chongqing's summer was practically a pipe dream. As I walked, I checked my phone. There were fourteen missed calls: seven from Xin'er, six from Qianqian, and one from Sister Shu. This made me very uneasy.
I practically sprinted into the company. Sister Shu peeked out from behind the computer at the front desk and said, "You're here!"
"Uh..." I stammered, trying to catch my breath.
"You were exhausted yesterday morning?" Sister Shu said with a smile, revealing her pearly white teeth.
"No...no...we didn't..." I stammered, avoiding her eyes, and ran to my locker to rummage through my novel.
"Come on, still being stubborn, admitting it even after doing it, men..." Sister Shu sighed, which made me find her a bit annoying, as if she was destined to be at odds with men her whole life, believing all men to be heartless and ungrateful. I couldn't bring up that topic; Sister Shu was a very strong-willed woman, and she would definitely argue with me until the truth was revealed. I lay down on the sofa in the reception area and pretended to open my novel, acting as if I was reading it casually. Seeing that I wasn't responding, Sister Shu went to the work area and started fiddling with this and that, fiddling with the scissors one minute, the stapler the next… I was already used to these meaningless, routine actions; she was just killing time. Compared to sitting at the front desk surfing the internet for long periods, walking around was probably the best and most practical form of exercise.
I had only been lying down for less than two minutes when the phone rang. I put down my novel, grabbed the phone, and sat up.
"Hey, you lazybones, are you at work yet?" It was Xin'er's sweet voice on the other end.
"You still dare to say that? You didn't even wake me up! Now look what happened, I'm an hour late!" I complained. I was just thinking of calling her, but she showed up at my door.
"I got up at seven o'clock, and you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you!" Xin'er explained.
"Oh, okay, remember to wake me up next time," I said.
"I've called you several times, look, no one's answering," she said, feeling wronged.
"Oh, the phone's in the living room. You know, you can't hear it from inside." I felt a little ashamed; I'd have to sleep with the phone in my hand from now on.
"Oh, right, has Qianqian left?" She seemed to have suddenly remembered.
"I don't know, she just got up when I did," I said.
"Ah, so she's going to stay with us?" Xin'er sounded a little angry.
"No way..." I said, I'd rather she stayed in our house. "She has her own place, she doesn't care."
"That's good, I'm busy now, a customer came in, we haven't opened yet, bye-bye!" She hung up the phone.
"Bye-bye!" The dial tone came from the other end of the line. Hanging up so fast, really.
Sister Shu walked over with a smile, teasingly saying, "Oh, Yu Miao, right? She's been doing it in your room, that slut!"
"No way, didn't she sleep with you last night?" I said with a laugh, I was "turning the tables."
Sister Shu's face flushed crimson. "Everyone else has a lover, why would they care about me—just a friend?" she said, deliberately emphasizing the words "just a friend," though it only made things worse.
"How was yesterday morning?" she followed, seemingly realizing she shouldn't have emphasized "just a friend."
"How was what?" I asked.
"You're still pretending. Who is Yu Miao to me? She's told me everything. Aren't you going to confess?" Sister Shu said with a grin.
My face burned. How could I just tell someone something like this? I looked up at Sister Shu and said, "Ah, well, she told you everything, you know?"
"I'm asking you, not her. She's a slut, saying she got incredibly good fucked by our Xiao Yu." She tilted her head, still grinning. She was putting me on the defensive.
"My feeling...hehe...same as yours, lots of water!" I said. Sister Shu's smile suddenly froze, and she awkwardly went to the front desk to sullenly browse the internet. I realized I was such a blabbermouth; I blurted out things without thinking. Now I'd let it slip, and I wanted to slap myself. Sister Shu hadn't spoken to me all morning, which made me even more anxious. She might have told the boss about my lateness. If I hadn't angered her, she wouldn't have complained. This time, she was definitely going to report me. Being an hour late meant a day's pay deduction, a severe punishment for a newcomer with a low salary.
My stomach was growling. I usually went to eat breakfast, but there were only two hours until lunchtime, so I had to endure it. I didn't even bother reading my novel, just reclining on the sofa, lost in thought. For a moment, the company felt eerily quiet, except for the "clack-clack" of Sister Shu's typing. I longed for her to talk to me, even just a word or a single sentence. Just then, a courier delivered a letter, placing it on the low wooden table in the reception area after pushing open the glass door. I picked it up and saw it was from China Merchants Bank addressed to the boss's wife. I called out to the receptionist, "Sister Shu, there's a letter!" I was just trying to make conversation. "Oh, just leave it there?" Sister Shu said curtly, her voice cold, her face barely showing, making me feel incredibly awkward and dejected. I steeled myself, thinking, "Whatever, let it be! It's just a day's wages." I couldn't concentrate on reading my novel at all today; I felt restless and agitated. Life, which had been as stagnant as still water, was now being disrupted by playful children throwing pebbles into its tranquility. This sudden change caught me off guard. I mimicked Sister Shu, pacing back and forth in the workshop, touching and fiddling with everything, trying to find a unique and fresh joy in these familiar tools… Not knowing what Qianqian was doing, I went back to the reception area, picked up the phone from the sofa, and called her.
“Where are you?” I asked, thinking she was probably sleeping, only doing business at night.
“I’m in the kitchen!” she said.
“Where am I or where are you?” I asked.
“Didn’t you tell me to cook with the food in the fridge? Why are you asking?” she said.
“I’m coming back for dinner too, so cook more.” I said.
“You’re coming back for dinner? Do I need to tell you that? The food’s ready, I’m cooking!” she said, and I heard the sound of a knife chopping on the cutting board.
“I’m coming back!” I said, glancing at the wall clock; it was almost midnight.
“Okay, come back soon. Bye!” she said, hanging up.
My heart warmed. I went to the front desk and told Sister Shu I was going to eat. She looked up at me, seemingly a little impatient, and said, "If you want to go, just go. Why bother telling me?" I was speechless and awkwardly left.
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