My senior

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I want to tell a true story about myself.

I'm a junior in college. There's a senior in my club (let's call her Wanjun for now), she's a year older than me. Since my freshman year, she's taken great care of me.

Although she already has a boyfriend, and they're very much in love, I still have some fantasies and hopes about her.

Just recently, last semester, she broke up with her boyfriend (let's call him Senior Xiaoming for now).

Wanjun's boyfriend is two years older than me. That means he's currently in the military. Although he's two years older than me, in the club he treats the younger students like brothers, without any senior-student airs. Every time we go drinking or singing, he invites us younger students.

So seeing this couple together always makes me feel a little jealous or wistful.

Don't even mention how beautiful or well-proportioned Wanjun is. Just the fact that Senior Xiaoming has good grades... He was dashing, tall, and a hearty drinker; it took five or six junior students to get him drunk, a relentless barrage.

To this day, I still don't know the real reason for their breakup, but I think it might be because of me.

In my second year, I often had to participate in club activities. Wan-jun and I happened to be on the same team. Xiao-ming, on the other hand, was preparing for studying abroad and frequently taking GRE exams, essentially a semi-retired student.

He didn't participate in many activities, only occasionally coming to the club to chat.

I didn't have his charm, nor was I as physically strong, and my grades were terrible (also due to the club).

But Wan-jun seemed to take special care of me; every time I met her gaze, I felt she was hinting at something.

Maybe I was just imagining things, but her eyes were beautiful—I think they were the most beautiful part of her.

That day, we went on a team trip to a certain place (I dare not say the location). Xiao Ming, the senior student, didn't come along. This was the first time Wan Jun's boyfriend hadn't accompanied her on the trip. The senior seemed very excited that day, and her attitude towards me was even more friendly. She kept asking if I had brought a pen or asking me to do things together.

Of course, I wasn't stupid, but I just wanted to be sure if I was just a fool trying to get what I wanted.

The senior was 176 cm tall, while I was only 169 cm. Wan Jun was the voluptuous type, like Katie Winsley (the female lead in Titanic, a movie I watched with the senior).

In the evening, because it was March and we were on a mountain, the weather was still a bit chilly. The senior took my hand to watch the sunset.

This was the first time she had touched my body, and I was startled by her action, whether intentional or unintentional.

We walked to the edge of the mountain. Perhaps the senior was pretending to be cold, her body gradually resting against my chest. I don't know how she moved.

And that's how it happened.

If I had to explain to Xiao Ming, I would definitely blame it on the fact that the sunset that day was just too beautiful, and that the senior and I were just cuddling and watching it. We reminisced about our childhood, and I recounted how it was the first time I'd ever hugged a girl, so my erection was firmly supporting my senior's buttocks.

When I was erect, my genitals were slightly pulled back, as I was hesitant to let her touch them. But she pulled me closer, and this stimulation made me hug her even tighter.

As we chatted, the conversation turned to zodiac signs and blood types. Suddenly, she took my hand and said she wanted to read my fortune.

I've always considered all this feng shui and fortune-telling nonsense, and because I was hugging her, I wasn't listening to a word she said.

Suddenly, it seemed like she'd finished reading my palm, and she put my hand back on her waist. But this time, I was sure she was doing it on purpose, because she placed my right hand almost touching her genitals, and her hand was pressed against the back of my hand.

Even an idiot should know what to do next, but I didn't move at all. My hand just sat there, frozen. She was wearing jeans, and my right hand was on the zipper; I could feel the warmth of her genitals. And at the time, I was sitting while holding her, so my hands were somewhat trapped between her legs.

We lay there like that for about half an hour. Perhaps seeing how timid I seemed, she leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. Smelling Wanjun's long hair, my heart raced. My breathing almost became gasping.

I could barely hear what she was saying, only managing mumbled replies.

Only one thought occupied my mind: "Did she break up with Xiaoming?"

I don't know how long the turmoil in my heart lasted. Suddenly, I realized it was getting dark. The mountain wasn't very high, and I knew the path well, but walking back to the campsite in the dark would still be a bit dangerous.

I wanted to interrupt her venting. That's when I realized she had fallen asleep in my arms.

In the dim light, her fair face was bathed in a golden glow. Looking at her lips, I really wanted to kiss her, but in the end, I only kissed her cheek, then gently shook her awake.

I realized she really seemed to be asleep.

That evening, there was a leadership meeting to discuss the next day's work.

The clerk sitting next to me asked where I'd been. Then, surprisingly, my senior frankly told me the truth, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

Perhaps because we were usually close, there wasn't much gossip; we just talked about watching the sunset together the next day.

My senior only talked about how beautiful the sunset was and what we were discussing. Of course, we omitted any physical gestures.

During the meeting, my senior didn't even glance at me, and I sadly lowered my head to take notes. Maybe I was just imagining things.

After the meeting, everyone went about their own business; some continued chatting, others went back to their rooms to rest. I stared longingly as my senior walked out the door, desperately hoping she would turn around and look at me.

Suddenly, the clerk asked why I hadn't spoken during the meeting, and I only said I wasn't feeling well.

Nothing happened the next two or three days. Then, on the fourth night, at the campfire party, everyone performed wildly; the programs, planned in the previous semester, were naturally very impressive. I took the opportunity to let loose and temporarily forget my worries.

When the beer arrived, I drank one glass after another. Actually, I wasn't the only one drinking like that; some people drank even more than me. So no one noticed what was wrong with me. Then, my senior came over to toast me, and I really wanted to hug her.

She asked if I could sit there. Of course, I cleared a small patch of grass where no one had thrown up (I hadn't thrown up yet), and we sat down together to drink.

While we were drinking, she said she needed to go to the restroom. I figured she either needed to pee or grab the toilet.

I helped her as she staggered, and sure enough, she threw up after less than five steps. At that point, not only were the guys throwing up haphazardly, but several girls were too, and even I was nauseous.

After throwing up a few times, she seemed to regain some consciousness. Actually, girls throwing up after drinking doesn't necessarily mean they're dead drunk. As long as they're still relatively normal afterward.

My senior said she wanted to get some fresh air, so I led her away from the crowd. We sat down about 200 meters away. It was pitch black everywhere except around the campfire. She asked me to massage her, saying she wasn't feeling well after drinking. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

She took off her coat herself, and I, too, didn't hold back. Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol and the fact that she'd been ignoring me for the past few days, I became quite bold.

Actually, I don't know how to massage or caress others. I just gave her a few random shoves, then my hands gradually moved from her back to her chest, and while I was still massaging under her armpits, I could already feel the softness of her breasts .

Wan Jun's breasts are famously large; guys usually glance at them intentionally or unintentionally when they see her. My body gradually leaned towards her back, perhaps just wanting to relive the dream from three days ago.

I couldn't resist any longer and hugged Wan Jun tightly. At this moment, I heard my senior panting, and I myself was burning with desire.

I pushed Wan Jun down to the ground, looking at my senior with her eyes closed. She seemed to tacitly approve of my actions.

My senior is taller than me, so I could kiss her breasts while taking off her pants. Watching her heaving breasts, I quickened my pace, and when I took off her pants, I realized that my senior wasn't wearing underwear, and her bra was front-opening.

I didn't dare to undress my senior completely, in case someone came and I wouldn't have time to put it back on. Actually, at that time, people near the campfire couldn't see the dark areas because of the firelight; it was just a precaution. So I only pulled my senior's sweater up above her chest and opened her bra. She

was still wearing jeans with one leg on, and somehow, my penis just slipped inside.

My senior's breasts were really big. I kissed, licked, and bit them, making her pant. Although it was noisy, she didn't dare make a sound, and I was extra careful, constantly glancing ahead.

It was my first time having sex with a woman, so I ejaculated quickly, and inside her.

I'd seen porn and masturbated before, and I knew what it felt like to be close to ejaculating, but this was my first time. I couldn't control myself at all.

Only after ejaculating inside did I feel a pang of regret. For the sake of momentary pleasure, I had caused such a terrible situation.

But my senior didn't seem to have orgasmed yet, and didn't seem to notice I had ejaculated inside her. Maybe she was just drunk and confused. My mind suddenly cleared. Realizing I had caused a disaster, I hurriedly put my senior's clothes back on, made sure everything was in order, and even looked around to make sure she wasn't wearing underwear, lest I, in my drunken state, had mistakenly left her underwear at the scene.

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