Having sex with a female college classmate

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It was the night I finished my final exams in my junior year .
Our whole class and our psychology teaching assistant went to a beer house in Tamsui to celebrate. The teaching assistant was
a senior in our department, having just graduated a year ago and about to go to the United States for her master's degree. Everyone in the class was very close to her and felt a little reluctant to part with her, so we took the opportunity to celebrate for her. To be honest,
quite a few boys were infatuated with her, and I was one of them. However, she already had a boyfriend, her classmate from university, who was currently serving in the military, but their relationship had always been very good.
Her skirt was truly stunning, outshining all the other classmates who were considered pretty by average standards. The girls were inexplicably jealous, while the boys were itching to get closer
. The other female classmates were taken by the boys on motorcycles, while the teaching assistant and two girls got into my old, beat-up car. As she gracefully sat down,
the girl cried. He took out a tissue and gave it to her, then gently patted her back: "It's okay! Don't be afraid, I'm here. Tell me what's wrong, you'll feel better." A
wicked thought, a desire, helped her clean herself. After roughly cleaning her shoulders, armpits, cleavage, and abdomen with a towel, I knew there was still some fluid.
As she sat down, a faint fragrance wafted over. My eyes involuntarily drifted to her thighs. Her beautiful legs, protected by stockings, were so slender and shapely. My heart
pounded. Ah! If only she were my girlfriend. If I could be kissed by such a beautiful woman, I would gladly die.
Everyone was drinking heavily, and the girls seemed to have abandoned their usual reserve, toasting the boys heartily. I also saw many classmates toasting the teaching assistant,
and she seemed to enjoy it, returning the toasts one by one. Later, everyone egged her on to drink a large glass before going upstairs. She sang on stage, downing another glass after each song.
It was already past midnight, and I noticed she was quite slender, her face flushed, a rosy glow that made her even more alluring than before. She was also very energetic,
constantly talking to others. Seeing her like that, I guessed the alcohol was taking effect, but everyone else looked like they were about to faint. I, on the other hand, had taken
a stomach pill and eaten some food beforehand, so I felt pretty good. When everyone cheered, I thought she would refuse, because the draft beer glasses were really big, and
I wasn't sure I could finish one in one go. But instead, she said "Bravo!" and everyone applauded enthusiastically.
She raised the glass to her lips with both hands, and we started counting the beats for her, cheering her on. I watched her gulp it down, though some of it
dripped down her neckline. When she finished it in one go, there was a loud bang, and everyone rushed her onto the stage. We started by singing "Goodbye Kiss," and the whole
class clapped along, creating the most exciting atmosphere of the night. After the song, someone brought her a beer, which she boldly tossed back and drank.
We cheered enthusiastically and counted the beats for her. Unexpectedly, halfway through, she vomited profusely. A female classmate hurriedly helped her into the dressing room, and
I suddenly noticed tears welling up in her eyes.
By the time the classmate helped her into the dressing room, she was too drunk to walk. My classmates asked if I could manage, wanting me to take her home. Confident I could manage, I let her
wash up in the dressing room. Her face still possessed a certain ethereal beauty, but I noticed the tear stains in her eyes. I suddenly realized she wasn't crying from happiness
. We found a flat patch of sand to sit on, and her body was very soft, leaning entirely against me. Suddenly, she started crying. I panicked. I'm most afraid of
sitting in a bar... On the garden-style lounge chairs, gazing up at the starry sky, with the sea breeze gently blowing, everyone was in a good mood, singing to liven things up
. "My boyfriend and I broke up last night." "Ah!..." I was speechless with surprise. The two of them had been together since their freshman year, emotionally
stripping off their clothes, letting their already slightly sore lower bodies protrude freely. Lying on top of her, I gently caressed her whole body, letting her lower body gradually warm up, and then kissed her.
Isn't it always a harmonious union? Although her boyfriend is currently working as a police officer in Dongyin, they seem to be very sweet together. Didn't he just come back from Dongyin last month? I
went to America, and in order not to affect my future, it's better for both of us to break up in the future. "How could this be? Senior, he's doing so well (isn't he great?)" Not only is he
great, as far as I know, he graduated first in his class. The two of them are truly a perfect match, envied by countless people.
"He's the only son in his family, and his parents are getting old. They originally wanted him to stay in Taiwan after graduation, but for my sake, he allowed his family to let him go abroad
to pursue a master's degree for two years before rushing back home. However, last month his father was hospitalized with a heart attack, and he took leave to return to Taiwan to take care of him at a hospital in Tainan. His father's condition has stabilized,
but he's still very weak, probably due to some kind of shock. After being discharged and returning home, his family asked a neighbor girl they've known for a long time
to
look after him. She gets along very well with his family and also gets along well with him. Although his family hasn't said anything, you can tell from their eyes that his parents are getting old and their health isn't good. Their biggest wish now is for him to find a wife soon so they can stay home and hold their grandchildren and be content. They don't want anything else." After he was discharged from the army, he left home again. They
often said, intentionally or unintentionally, how wonderful it would be if that girl were their wife. "In his letter, he said that he had thought about it for a long time after returning to the army and had already given his family's approval
for the marriage. He said he knew I was a very good girl and that he still loved me deeply, but in order not to affect my future, he had to apologize to me. He hoped
that fate would allow us to continue our relationship, and that it would be more appropriate for us to remain ordinary friends in the future." "He said that he had thought a lot during his time in the army, and the experience in the army had helped him
grow a lot. He felt that he had become more mature and more responsible for his decisions. Before serving, he always believed that as long as he tried his best, he could
overcome any hardship. But now he felt that there were too many great challenges in life." The storms and waves are beyond his control, and it was then that he deeply realized that
the greatest happiness lies in the ordinary. So he decided to give up going abroad with me and choose to be content with the ordinary. Leaning against my chest, she told her story haltingly. I think she had
seen them holding hands going to dinner; how could they break up so quickly? "I received his letter last night. He said that after careful consideration
, he couldn't bear to tell me his troubles. After that, he felt more at peace and stopped crying." Leaning against me, she slowly closed her eyes.
Holding her, I gently stroked her back, letting the sea breeze blow her hair against my face. With the rise and fall of her breath, I began to dream. That
moment felt so blissful, being loved by such a beautiful and intelligent girl. What a beautiful thing it is to trust someone wholeheartedly. Holding her tightly, I so wanted her to forget that
I heard a retching sound from her stomach, and before I could even say "Ugh...!" she vomited. To make matters worse, she vomited right on my chest.
A strong nausea, mixed with stomach acid, undigested food, and the pungent smell of alcohol hit me. I had to take deep breaths to keep from vomiting myself. I quickly carried her
to a large rock and let her lean against it. I took off my shirt, which was covered in vomit, and used it as a towel to wipe the vomit off her body. Then I went to the beach to wash the clothes.
I did this several times until I finally cleaned the filth off her clothes. However, quite a bit of fluid had already seeped into her body from the collar. I thought for a moment and then started to
unbutton her shirt.
She was described as a very pretty girl, with an oval face, bright eyes, and cherry-like lips. Her figure was slender and graceful.
She was the most beautiful girl in the class. She wore a very common skin-colored bra; her breasts weren't large, but they were still quite shapely. Strangely, I didn't feel anything at the time
… I paused, my heart suddenly pounding.
I guessed she was really drunk and tired, so I picked her up and carried her back to the car, stepping on the sand. She was a little heavy, but I felt sweet inside,
as if I were carrying my wife, and didn't feel the weight. Closing the car door, I put on my shirt, which had fallen off. As the car started moving, the cool summer night wind blew in through the large window, and I actually felt
a little cold. I quickly closed the window and looked back at her beside me; she was fast asleep, her head turned to the side. I noticed her chest; although I had wiped away the filth,
there was still a large stain. I thought that when she got home, she would need to take a good shower before sleeping, but I wondered if she would have the strength to do so.
Oh dear! Thinking of this, I realized that I only vaguely remembered that she lived on Dunhua South Road in Taipei, but I didn't know the exact address. I shook her: "Teaching assistant,
wake up." No response. I tried again: "Teaching assistant, wake up." No use. Oh well. I thought, even if I woke her up now, given her current
condition, I wouldn't get anything out of her. Besides, even if I did get something out of her, it's 2:30 in the morning, and if her family saw her like this, they would
definitely think I had raped her. After thinking for a moment, I decided to go back to my apartment building first. I parked the car, opened the door, and helped her out. After a second thought, I lifted her up by the waist. At first, she didn't seem heavy, but by the time we reached the second floor
, I was breathless. I took a deep breath; thankfully, it was only the third floor. I put her on my bed; she was still limp and weak. After resting briefly,
I took one of my shirts and shorts and helped her to the bathroom to wash up. After running hot water, I wiped her face with a towel, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"I've run hot water; take a shower first, then you can sleep." "Okay," I said, gently closing the door, taking off my shirt and throwing it in the sink. I returned to my desk,
put on a Canon in D record, lit a cigarette, and began to reflect on the events of the evening. During a break in the music, I went to the bathroom door.
It was ; I guessed she was asleep again. I knocked lightly on the door but there was no answer. I gently pushed the door open and saw her still sitting on the floor, asleep. "Teaching assistant, teaching assistant." I shook
my clothes, which were also soaked with water.
She opened her eyes sleepily, looked up at me, and then lowered her head again. "Teaching assistant, teaching assistant, take a shower before you sleep." "I know," she said, looking up. I spread her arms
to leave, but her hand tugged at me. I looked at her.
"I have no strength, please help me." I was stunned for a moment, looking at her sitting on the floor. She was practically slumped there, her hair disheveled and hanging down
her chest , her clothes wrinkled and dirty, her once bright skirt soaked with water from the bathroom floor, looking extremely disheveled. At school, she was always so lively...
"Come lie down next to me, you'll catch a cold sleeping on the sofa."
Clean and beautiful, I never imagined I'd see her in such a wretched state.
All my worries, let me love her, pamper her, cherish her, protect her, I wish this moment could end forever. "Gulp!" Happy times are always fleeting.
I closed the door, helped her sit on a small stool, brushed her hair behind her neck, and began unbuttoning the front of her shirt. She leaned softly against me, letting
me pull down her shirt and unhook her bra. I saw her... Her small, pink nipples dotted her breasts. Looking at her breasts, strangely, I felt
no lewd thoughts. I simply treated her as a patient, a patient who completely trusted and relied on me, needing my care.
After removing her skirt and underwear, I gently dried her body with a towel, then applied soap with shower gel. After rinsing off the soap, I
was worried she might catch a cold, but I wasn't sure how much pressure to apply through the towel. So, I carefully and gently dried her entire body. I prepared to help her
get dressed.
Her body went completely limp against me, and I felt a strange sense of happiness from being trusted. It was a very subtle feeling. At
this moment, when I hadn't even won her heart, I felt so truly possessing her body. I helped her put on the T-shirt and shorts I had brought, helped her to the bed, gently kissed her forehead, and
said goodnight. After getting in the car, she opened her eyes and whispered to me, "Take me to the beach, I want to feel the breeze," and then closed her eyes again. I looked at her, my makeup still 　　intact
.
The lights went out, and after gently closing the door, I took my clothes to the bathroom. I turned on the tap and let the cold water run over my head to clear my
mind and calm my racing thoughts. After a quick rinse, I still felt uneasy. I returned to the room in my shorts. She was nestled in her pillow, sleeping sweetly
and gently. Moonlight streamed through the large window, illuminating her radiant face, and I felt an urge to kiss her. I leaned forward and gently kissed her nose and
eyes . She suddenly stirred and murmured something in her sleep. I was startled. Thankfully, she turned over and fell back into a deep sleep.
Back in the bathroom, I soaked her underwear, shirt, and skirt in laundry detergent. After finishing a cigarette on the balcony, I hand-washed her clothes.
Aside from my mother's clothes, I'd rarely seen other women's underwear—not counting what I saw on TV or in department stores. Holding her bra,
I felt a strange surge of passion. I began to recall the times I'd unhooked her bra and the thick, dark pubic hair I'd seen when I removed her panties. It was so
lifelike, it seemed to float before my eyes. Suppressing the rising desire within me, I hurriedly washed it clean and hung it to dry on the back balcony; I figured
it would be dry by the time she woke up tomorrow.
I grabbed a coat from the hanger, curled up on the sofa in the corner, and draped it over myself. I'd spend the night here. I closed my eyes; I
felt incredibly tired, but I couldn't fall asleep. Suddenly, the image of her from the bathroom floated before me—naked, lying on top of me, my fingers gently tracing her
smooth skin… The pink nipples and soft breasts were so alluring; an involuntary swelling rose in my lower body. I bit my lip hard,
disgusted by my own filthy thoughts. I tossed and turned, unable to control myself, because every time I closed my eyes, I saw her body.
I abruptly sat up, lit a cigarette, feeling a splitting headache. "Sleeping on the sofa isn't comfortable, is it?" In the quiet moonlit night, she suddenly blurted out, "
Oh, no, no, I... I... I have a bit of a headache and can't sleep." She seemed afraid of being seen through her suffering. "You're awake?" I stammered, my answers disjointed.
"I've been awake for a while now." "Did I disturb you?" I asked. "Oh, no. The moonlight was so beautiful, I didn't want to sleep," she replied.
I gently climbed into bed and lay down on my left. She turned to face me, her face so radiant and beautiful in the moonlight, her long
hair shimmering softly, like a celestial being. I felt a pang of guilt for my earlier filthy fantasies. She touched my lips with her finger and whispered, "I..."
"What were you thinking about just now? Were you thinking about me?" I was so embarrassed. I guessed my face must be as red as an apple, but I denied it, saying, "No." "
Look, your face is so red and you still say no," she said with a smile. I gently brushed the hair on her forehead, and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
Holding such a beautiful woman in my arms, I couldn't resist the temptation at all. I started kissing her forehead, eyes, and the tip of her nose, slowly moving towards her small
lips. I gently touched her lips with the tip of my lips, and she didn't resist. I mustered up my courage and pressed my lips to hers, sticking my tongue into her lips and
gently parting her teeth. Under my teasing, she slowly opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to lightly touch me, but then quickly withdrew it back into her mouth. I slipped my tongue into
her mouth, searching for her soft, smooth tongue, but she defied her girlish reserve, letting her tongue, as soft as an eel, slide across my tongue. I chased her tongue for a long time
until I caught it, pressed it down, and forcefully sucked the fragrant juices from her mouth. Her body trembled, arching her back against my chest. I
could even feel the heat emanating from her slightly protruding nipples. I knew she wanted it, and I kissed her trembling lips even more passionately. One hand encircled her neck, while
my right hand gently roamed down, gently grasping her breast, kneading it with my index finger and thumb until it slowly hardened. I lowered my head, embracing and kissing her neck, while
my right hand squeezed her breast even harder. Her eyes closed slightly, and she began to let out low moans.
I pulled her t-shirt over my shoulder, and her breasts reappeared before me. Unlike the pale white of her previous breasts, these were flushed and proudly erect. Her once
pink back was now a blazing red, flushed with passion. I pulled down her pants, and her legs naturally spread open, arching towards me. I kissed
her lips, teasing her breasts with both hands, and slowly entered her. Her vagina was a little tight, and it seemed a little dry, lacking sufficient lubrication. Her
moans were tinged with pain. I saw her beautiful face contort in pain. I slowly withdrew, and whispered in her ear, "Does it hurt?"
She replied, "It's okay, it's alright." "I'll be gentle. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable." "Okay," she replied.
I began kissing her lips, her neck, then her swollen breasts. Her moans came in waves, and I gently stroked her inner thighs. Her
thick pubic hair was like a jungle of desire waiting for me to explore. My tongue lightly teased her genitals, and she suddenly let out a loud, wild moan. I inserted my tongue to
explore her depths, and she trembled and moaned even more. I opened my mouth and greedily sucked in her thick love juice. Her love juice gushed out like a burst dam, soaking her entire genitals
. I straightened up and entered her again, this time penetrating deeply and easily. Her warm flesh walls supported my penis, and waves of heat surged from
my lower body, the pleasure and stimulation rising higher and higher. I slowly moved in and out, her face turning bright red. She gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands, her nails digging
into my flesh, and she let out a few continuous moans of lust. I increased the pace of my thrusts, and her cries gradually rose higher and higher until they reached a peak.
I slowed down, and the lingering echoes of her voice echoed through the valley, soon rising again. I was like the conductor of a symphony, leading the orchestra of lust, letting the passionate music
run wild in the realm of sex. The music sometimes soared, sometimes sank, but it was the most moving symphony I had ever heard.
With each thrust, her moans and cries rose to the heavens, mingling with our heavy breathing as semen gushed forth, gushing forth, gushing forth again and again. Her frenzied, wanton pleasure...
I felt a trembling pleasure in my lower body, a twitching sensation shooting up my spine to my head. I thrust harder, letting my muscles convulse
several times, before slowly calming down.
They helped her into my car.
I lay down beside her, but she turned over and faced away from me. After a while, I heard soft sobbing. I turned her around so she was facing me, and she was sobbing
uncontrollably with her head down. "First time?" I asked. "Yes.
" "Does it still hurt?" "No, it's been a long time." "It's my first time too, but don't worry, I'll take responsibility." She quickly lifted her hand
and covered my mouth. "Don't say that, it was my own choice." I hugged her tightly, kissed her lips, and whispered to her, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't
have taken advantage of you when you were at your most vulnerable." "I have to thank you for your consideration tonight. When I threw up on you, you didn't take advantage of me when you unbuttoned my clothes
. I thought you were a..." "You're such a decent person. Just now, when you helped me bathe, I was completely naked against you, and you were still focused
on helping
me wash up. Although I felt weak all over, my mind was clear. I was so impulsive then, thinking you were someone I could rely on, so I decided to give myself to
you." She gently stroked my lips with her fingers as she spoke her heart.
"I only saw you as someone who needed to be fed, and my only wish was for you to sleep soundly. I didn't think about anything else." "Don't mention
it slipped inside her bra, but I didn't dare touch it and hurriedly fastened her clasp. At this moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and said, 'Thank you!'
Instead, she seemed to have some kind of trouble, and was feeling melancholy and wanted to get drunk. When we arrived in Sharon, I helped her out of the car, then put one arm around her waist and let her put her other arm on my shoulder as we walked towards the sea
. 'I'm tired, let's sleep,' she whispered. I held her in my arms, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep. I felt so happy at that moment, and I wished time could stand still
forever . I drifted off to sleep."

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