comforting female classmate

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I am a very ordinary college student studying in a city in Anhui. However, even someone as ordinary as me has had an unusual sexual experience in today's society. To this day, this experience remains the only beautiful memory in my life, forever and ever...

It was the winter of 2002. I was idly comforting a female classmate who was feeling down on campus. I have many good friends; they are the only bright spots in my boring life. With them, I can find some joy. My biggest hobby is chatting and drinking with them. (Of course, a large portion of my friends are women, otherwise my story wouldn't have happened.)

One day, she (let's call her Z) knew I was feeling down again because of school life, so she came to keep me company and chat to cheer me up. We chatted for a long afternoon, almost walking all over the campus. It was autumn, a bit cold, and the sky was beginning to darken. Seeing that it was getting late, we finally decided to go out for dinner together.

"Let's have a couple of drinks together. We've known each other for so long, but we've never really had a proper drink together. It's a bit of a shame." I thought back carefully. I've known her for two years now, and we do have a pretty good relationship, but as she said, we really need to have a deep conversation over drinks. After all, alcohol is the best way to break down inhibitions and build trust.

"Okay, but we have to drink to our hearts' content today, until we're drunk, okay?"

"Okay, it's a deal!"

There's a really good barbecue place near our school; it's halal, and the lamb skewers and lamb soup are really authentic. We ended up choosing that place.

"Why are you always so kind and helpful? Sometimes I really feel like I owe you a lot of favors."

"There's no need for that. I've always considered you my friend, that's why I chat with you. You don't need to feel indebted to me. Chatting with you is actually very helpful to me."

"You're still so kind, or perhaps 'personality' would be a more accurate description—how's your family doing lately?"

"What else could it be?" Her face seemed a little flushed, whether from the alcohol or from her excitement, I couldn't tell. "My mother is still suffering from depression. Maybe, for my parents themselves, marriage was a mistake."

"No, but they still have you!"

"That's their greater failure. Even though their relationship isn't strong, they have to maintain it because of my existence."

"Don't you think it's a disaster for them, and even for you? And something that can't be changed?"

"Indeed, they live with me every day, but their relationship is broken, so it causes me a lot of pain."

“Actually, my pain is nothing compared to yours. Even though my family doesn’t understand me, the real pain comes from a family without love.”

She remained silent, slowly sipping the last drop of wine from her glass. I understood her meaning perfectly; her greatest pain was her family. Even though people can change everything and are omnipotent, they can’t control their parents.

“Alcohol is a good thing,” she seemed to mutter to herself, “it can numb you, let you indulge, and forget a lot of pain.”

“But people always have to wake up. Things you can’t change, you either endure or distance yourself from. Now you’re out working and living on your own, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I want to get away from my family. I envy you, and I think it will be very difficult for me to get married, even though I have ### (her boyfriend’s name).”

“You’re afraid of marriage because of your own pain, especially afraid that your children might suffer the same pain as you, right?”

“Yes,” she said softly, “Shall we go for a walk together again?”

“Great, I’d love to go with you. I have plenty of time lately.”

So we left the restaurant and continued our conversation as we strolled.

"Actually, the reason my family is so complete and has such a strong bond is probably because of my father. He's the foundation of our family's affection."

"My family is all because of my father, he..."

"Don't say anymore, I understand you. I think I'll definitely become a man like my father in the future. His loyalty in relationships is something I can't help but admire."

"Unfortunately, I haven't found someone like your father in my life, which is a real pity." "Isn't he suitable?" As soon as I finished speaking, I knew I had asked a very foolish question. She answered me with silence; the answer was self-evident—he clearly wasn't suitable.

After a long while, she said, "I might be a little tipsy. Could you help me up?"

Because we'd gotten along so well for a long time, we'd long since forgotten about gender, and we often joked and played around together, so there was no barrier between us. So I calmly and gently put my arm around her waist. Even though it was winter, my hand could still feel the unique texture of her body, and I could clearly feel her unique feminine fragrance through this close contact.

She didn't speak anymore, just walked slowly with me. After a while, we came to a bridge. The bridge was brightly lit, but there were very few cars passing by because it was late. "Shall we rest for a bit?" she said slowly. "Okay," for some reason, I had a strange feeling today, so my words weren't as fluent as usual, "As long as, you, like it." "..." But I noticed that her eyes were already filled with tears, and now those tears were sliding down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" I panicked a little, because this was the first time I had seen her cry. In my memory, she had always been very strong. "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer me, but just buried her head on my shoulder and continued to cry.

At this moment, perhaps words were meaningless, so I used my handkerchief to wipe away her tears and stopped talking. "What? Did I scare you?" When she became aware of my presence again, she knew she had been crying for a long time. "No, I didn't know how to comfort you since you're so sad, so I just let you be. Maybe you'll feel better after you've cried it out." "It's nothing," she said, taking the handkerchief from my hand and wiping away the remaining tears on her face. "I guess it's because I'm disappointed in love." "Don't worry, no matter what, as long as I'm alive, I'm willing to offer you a shoulder to cry on. Please don't cry anymore, okay?"

Perhaps I said something wrong, or perhaps I touched a sensitive nerve in her heart, because her tears started to fall again. But this time she didn't lean on my shoulder; instead, she silently gazed at me. Suddenly

, a strange thought arose in my mind for some reason: she was a woman, and women are all fragile. Then,

a strange pity arose in my heart, and I unconsciously hugged her with both hands. Her hair was messy, so I took one hand and gently tidied it. But when my hand touched her face, it lingered there uncontrollably, unwilling to leave.

Then, something unforgettable happened, something incredible: I actually kissed her forehead.

I suddenly said, "May I kiss you?"

Her rapid breathing gave me the best answer, or perhaps my consciousness was beginning to be dominated by turbulent emotions.

We kissed passionately, lips to lips! This time it was unusually intense... Perhaps I had started liking her a long time ago, but I didn't even know it myself.

My left hand supported her neck, letting her lean against me, and then gently roamed over her smooth neck.

My lips and tongue continued their caresses on her cheeks and earlobes after a deep kiss.

I no longer considered her just a friend; she was to be my lover, and from today onward, I would make love to her.

My right hand moved down from her waist to her full buttocks, my fingers spreading and kneading her vigorously.

Her breathing became more rapid, and soft "mmm...mmm...mmm...oh..." sounds began to escape her nose, further stimulating my already rising desire. I felt my manhood begin to stand erect. I became bolder, lifting her up and placing her on the bridge railing so she could have some leverage to avoid falling, while my hands were free to more flexibly attack her yearning body. I held her tightly again, pressing her body against mine face to face, her breasts rising and falling against my chest with her rapid breathing, rubbing against my skin. I freed my left hand from her tight embrace and began unbuttoning her coat one button at a time. Then, I lifted her blouse, revealing her full breasts, still captivating me despite the bra covering them. "No...no...like this..." she instinctively cried out in shyness and rejection.

But I knew our passion had reached a breaking point, and besides, she wanted it. So, ignoring her resistance, I ripped off her bra, instantly exposing her breasts to me. I didn't have time to admire them; instead, I pressed my lips to her right nipple, my left hand tenderly caressing it with my thumb, forefinger, and middle finger. "Oh...oh...no...oh...no..." she tried to push me away, her hands weakened by the caresses, but it was impossible! I ignored her, intensifying the assault of my left hand and tongue. "Oh...ah...ah ah...no...no...!" She began to be enveloped in pleasure, becoming confused and frantic. "Ah...ah...no...!No...don't...stop! Oh...ah...ah...so good...so...so good..." Not only did her mind become blurred, but her body also became much more active, swaying at a fixed frequency to meet my caresses.

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