Engineering Mathematics

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Engineering Mathematics

Author: sandrea Word Count: 3965 words

A while ago (more than a year ago), I suddenly had the idea to improve my English. After making some inquiries, I enrolled in the language center at National Taiwan University (I think it's called LTTC). I found a time when I could go and attended classes every week. The teacher was a foreigner.

As a result, after the first class, I went to a hotel with him and we had passionate sex...

Hehe... If you really think that way, then it really becomes a pornographic plot. It's not like that at all!

My conversations with the teacher were always limited to the classroom, nothing else. And my English really did improve.

I don't like wearing business suits to class, so if I can, I'll go home and change. Subconsciously, I always dress more casually and simply: a t-shirt, spaghetti straps, a plaid skirt, and casual shoes or sneakers. This makes me feel more like a student in class!

After about three or four classes, since there were opportunities for discussion and dialogue in each class, the students all got to know each other.

Jonathan (it's a hassle to type his name, and we all call him Johnny) is a university student, a top student in the so-called "STEM" department. He's not the kind of handsome guy who immediately catches the eye, but he has a neat overall look, and his slightly messy hair doesn't make him unpleasant. He's very sunny and likes to tell jokes, which actually makes him more approachable.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to him, until the day after the third or fourth class. After class, he walked alongside me, perhaps intentionally, and we chatted naturally as we left the language center. It was a summer night, and I naturally didn't refuse his suggestion to get some ice cream.

"Where should we get some ice cream?" I asked him.

"Well... it's a bit far from here, but it's really good ice cream! Otherwise, I'll give you a ride on my bicycle, or we'll have to walk... how about that?"

I couldn't quite imagine being given a ride on a bicycle. But curiosity made me agree.

I stood on the bicycle (oh dear, I can't describe it well, can someone from NTU explain?),

holding onto his shoulders, and he took me to the main gate. He stopped the bike, and we crossed the street to an ice cream shop to sit and eat ice cream.

The walk only took a few minutes, but it was very interesting; I had never been carried on a bicycle like that before. If it weren't for the many similar scenes on campus, I would have imagined a more romantic scenario.

We ate ice cream and chatted casually. He talked about his studies, dormitory, and clubs, and I casually responded to the conversation.

When he talked about his dormitory, he kept emphasizing how terrifying the boys' dormitory was.

"Do you want to come and see? Although I'm afraid the level of filth will scare you to death," he suddenly asked.

"Then why are you taking me there?!" I said, thinking to myself, wouldn't it be weird for someone I don't know well to invite me to his dormitory?

"To show you what the dormitory of the top university in the country is like," he grinned.

"I don't want to see it at all," I retorted.

That ice cream experience was great; it made me feel like I was back in the simplicity of my student days. Naturally, his suggestion to get ice cream after class the following week also came true.

The same ice cream shop, surrounded by a noisy group of students—I felt like a student too.

It almost became a tacit understanding; after class, the two of us would go for ice cream. About two or three weeks later, this time he suggested skipping ice cream and going for coffee. We went to a coffee shop, ordered coffee and snacks, and chatted happily.

Somehow, the topic turned to relationships. He talked about his two ex-girlfriends, his current emotional vacuum, his reluctance to take responsibility, and skillfully asked if I had a boyfriend.

"No," I said, deliberately avoiding mentioning that I was already married.

"You must have dated before, right? It's impossible not to have." He still wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"Yes," I replied casually, thinking to myself: If you knew my story, you'd be horrified!

Somehow, the topic continued, and he started talking about sex: first, probing whether I had experience, then he started discussing less obvious things; I followed his lead, and so our conversation deepened.

I asked him if he'd do it in the dorm. He said having roommates made it inconvenient to deal with their issues, so those with cars would use them as makeshift beds, while those without might go to hotels.

As I listened, I thought he'd be horrified if he knew how many times I'd been to hotels. I remembered a Taiwanese film starring Shu Qi, about a romance between male and female students, but the male student later discovered Shu Qi's real life.

I felt a strange mix of amusement and disbelief.

After coffee, he drove me home.

At my doorstep, we said goodnight, and he left with a sunny smile before riding his motorcycle home.

The next evening, I didn't have class. Around 9 PM, I was home alone when I suddenly received a call from him.

"Hey, Johnny, what's up?"

"Sandrea, open the window and look out towards XX Road," he said.

I opened the window as instructed. He stood at my door, holding his phone in one hand and a drink in the other.

"What are you doing?" I asked, surprised.

He smiled, looked up at me, and said on his phone, "No matter how busy I am, I'll still have to grab a coffee with you."

I laughed and said irritably, "You weirdo, do you want to come up for a bit?"

He came into my house.

I was dressed casually, having just showered, wearing a spaghetti strap top and shorts... He was wearing a regular t-shirt and capri pants.

Sure enough, he came in carrying two cans of coffee.

"Why did you suddenly come here like a lunatic?" I asked.

"After dance practice at the club, I noticed a girl in the club who looks a lot like you, so I thought of you,"

he said with a grin.

We continued chatting casually.

I didn't drink the coffee; partly because I don't usually drink coffee at night, and partly because I'm quite sensitive about it, always worrying about whether it contains drugs or something. But he really didn't seem like a bad person.

We continued chatting, and I casually flipped through channels, watching TV.

Around ten o'clock, he got up to leave, and I didn't pay much attention, but after he stood up, he continued chatting with me, and it was even more pointless conversation.

A moment later, I realized he was peering down at my cleavage!

"Hey, caught you looking down! Where are you looking?" I said, feigning anger.

"I can't help it, it's too bright. I get pricked when I stand up, so I have to keep looking," he said, making up some nonsense.

"Let's go," I said, standing up and half-jokingly pushing him away.

After that, he asked me out more often, to movies, coffee. We flirted like this for a few weeks, and I actually felt pretty good about him. I liked his sunny and cheerful personality, and his straightforward yet practical attitude.

That day, after class, he suggested we take a walk on the National Taiwan University campus.

He led me to the lakeside, and we chatted as we walked. Before I knew it, he had taken my hand, and it felt like the pure, innocent love of high school.

Neither of us said anything, and we continued talking.

He led me further and further into the secluded area, until we reached the back of an old building. We stopped against the wall, and he turned to face me, gazing into my eyes. In the silence, he suddenly kissed my lips.

I didn't resist the moonlight, the silence, the seclusion, the atmosphere.

We kissed, our exploration turning into passion, our bodies beginning to caress each other.

We kissed for a long time before stopping.

He grabbed my hand and led me quickly to what he called his department building.

He swiped his card and went inside.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"My senior has a research lab, I have the key..." he said softly.

He led me to a small room, which was quite clean, with some research equipment. But we didn't care about anything else. He locked the door, and we began to kiss passionately again. He started taking off his clothes, and then he started taking off mine. He pulled off my t-shirt, and his hands eagerly began to caress my breasts.

"My God, anything bigger than a C-cup is uncharted territory," he murmured.

I laughed.

He continued, "God, why are you doing this to me? What if I can't touch them anymore?"

I laughed even harder, but the laughter was quickly drowned out by excitement and turned into moans.

His hands continued to knead my breasts; I leaned against the wall, panting; his hands caressed and slowly unhooked my bra; then, he slowly pulled down my panties.

He kissed my lips again, one hand still ravaging my breasts, the other moving down to the tender flesh of my thighs and buttocks, touching every inch of my skin before reaching between my legs to my genitals.

"Ah..." I gasped softly.

He easily discovered my wet genitals! He teased me, continuing his French kiss.

He stopped the French kiss, adjusted his angle, and wrapped his arms around my waist; I insisted he put on a condom;

he aimed again and inserted himself into my vagina!

I cried out.

"Keep it down," he whispered in my ear.

I tried to suppress my moans. But he continued thrusting relentlessly!

My back was against the wall, and he gripped my buttocks, thrusting forcefully.

"Sandrea, do you like it?" For some reason, he asked in English.

"Ah...like..." I gasped, trying to keep my voice down as I moaned, the fear of being caught only adding to the excitement!

He thrust in and out at a rhythmic pace, seemingly tireless, his hands gripping my buttocks tightly, making each impact more intense.

He didn't speak, just groaned, thrusting forcefully; I tried not to cry out, but the excitement kept building.

He pressed his head against my shoulder, his lower body still thrusting harder; my hands gripped his back to resist each powerful slam.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore..." I cried out in a daze.

He didn't speak, but thrust even harder, the same speed, but with even greater force!

Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and reached orgasm!

I clenched his back muscles, my hair flying wildly, unable to scream, only panting heavily.

He slowed down too.

After I recovered slightly, he pretended to turn me around, adjusted the angle, and pulled my hands back with both hands, inserting himself from behind. He thrust slowly a few times, then at the previous speed, rhythmically. Still silent, leaving me alone with moans and groans.

"Johnny...ah...I'm going to die...ah...ah..."

"Gently...ah...don't be so rough...ah...ah..."

He slowly guided my hands to lean against the wall, while his hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing and kneading them relentlessly.

"Oh...so big...so soft...oh..." he murmured.

"Ah...no...I can't take it anymore..." I cried out in a daze.

He finally sped up, becoming more and more forceful, his hands gripping more irregularly.

Suddenly, "sandrea...ah..."

he ejaculated! His hands gripped my breasts tightly.

We remained in that position, slowly relaxing until we were both sprawled against the wall.

"Why did you take so long? My bones are about to fall apart," I said coquettishly, my whole body limp.

In fact, he really lasted longer than most people, which was completely unlike my stereotype of students. I originally thought that the more someone studied or worked, the less capable they would be in bed. However, Johnny really surprised me, and left me exhausted!

"Hehe, today's performance was only average, you could last longer," he laughed.

"Stop being so cocky," I slapped him.

"Do you know the secret? I think of engineering formulas while I'm having sex, so I can go on for as long as I want, it's even better than Viagra..." he told me, like he was showing off a treasure.

"Hmph, still bragging," I retorted, "I don't need it..."

We packed up and went back.

To be honest, I hate not showering immediately after sex. But there was nothing I could do, and I went home with my body feeling like it was about to fall apart.

[The End] [ Last edited by shinyuu1988 on 2011-1-30 02:41 ]

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