Having a relationship beyond friendship with a beautiful woman who already has a boyfriend 1-2

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A Beyond Friendship with a Beautiful Woman with a Boyfriend

(5500 words)

First Encounter :

On an ordinary workday, I was idly playing on my computer in the office.

Everything happened so suddenly, unexpectedly changing my life from January 28, 2012, to the present.

I've maintained a beyond friendship with a beautiful woman who has a boyfriend… to this day… At 21 years old, I had never had a girlfriend in my first ten-plus years of student life… My youth was dedicated to my great gaming career… Fresh out of college, I started my first job at a tech company in Y city, my hometown of H province. Not long after starting work, I successfully established a romantic relationship with a girl from Y city.

She wasn't a virgin; her skin was a bit dark, and she didn't have the tightness I'd imagined a woman should have.

Having only recently lost my virginity, I lost my passion after less than three months of enjoying her relatively sexy body. Every time we did it, it felt like a chore, just going through the motions.

Then, on that ordinary, boring day, she appeared.

As the company doorbell rang, the receptionist let in a beautiful woman. Before I even saw her, a sweet voice drifted in: "Hello..."

I didn't look up, inwardly cursing, "Damn, there's a 'No Soliciting' sign on the door, and you're already here on the first day of work this year..."

"Fine, since she's a beauty, I'll allow you a few minutes of this."

With that thought, I continued engrossed in the various stunning news stories on my screen without even lifting my head.
Until she relentlessly approached my desk with an attitude of not letting a single one slip by, still sweetly saying, "Hello, do you need...?"

Hearing her voice wasn't enough to make me look up. As her voice reached my ears, I seemed to smell something faint?

Something I felt I smelled, yet it seemed like nothing at all? It was a magical scent, a sexy, alluring smell? Or perhaps the legendary pheromones?

My IQ suddenly plummeted to negative numbers. I looked up, my gaze somewhat vacant, and accepted her brainwashing, subconsciously helping her complete her sales target… Perhaps it was a salesperson's skill, but she became even more enthusiastic towards me. I took her business card and sweet smile, weakly handing over my phone number and promising, "I'll keep an eye out for you. If any colleagues need help, I'll introduce you…"

The interlude always ended quickly, and I'd probably just continue spending the rest of the time bored, waiting for the end of the workday.

But today seemed different. The lingering echo of the interlude seemed to persist even after work, unable to be erased from my mind.

And recalling her image, I even felt a slight male physiological reaction?

I'm not a virgin anymore? How could such a strange reaction occur?

With this slight physiological reaction and unanswered questions in my mind, I returned home and had a slightly more intense encounter with my girlfriend than in the past few months.

It's about time, I thought to myself a few days later after work.

So, while thinking, my hand unconsciously dialed the number on her business card... beep... beep... beep... My mind went blank. How could I do something so stupid? What should I say? I had nothing to say.

Before I could react, a familiar and sweet voice rang out from the other end of the line, "Hello?"

"Oh, beautiful, thank you. What are you doing now?" A little panicked and confused, I managed to squeeze out this sentence in a moment of quick thinking.

"Oh, I'm working."

"So late?"

"Yeah? What's up? Is there something you need?"

"Oh, nothing, just wanted to thank you and maybe introduce you to a few clients?"

"Oh? Really? Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome. I have some things to consult about. How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

"Oh, no, no, no need, you're too kind."

"I'm sincere. I have something I need to trouble you with, it's hard to explain over the phone."

"Okay, then wait for me at xxx, I'll be there in half an hour."

Half an hour passed in the boring wait. She appeared at the agreed location, still wearing the same uniform that looked incredibly sexy on her—a short skirt, black stockings, and black high-heeled shoes.

Watching her legs as she walked closer, oh my god, she was so sexy, so alluring. I couldn't help but have a male physiological reaction again.

When she got close to me, that scent appeared again, the powerful aura of that magical scent overwhelmed everything else. It was so alluring, was it really the scent of sexiness? My little brother completely broke free of restraint and became fully erect.

My IQ suddenly plummeted to negative numbers. Slightly embarrassed, I instinctively covered myself with my hand. Perhaps she hadn't noticed at first, and who would stare at someone's genitals and focus on changes there?

But with that small movement, her gaze fell on it, and she immediately looked embarrassed too.

I quickly broke the ice, exchanging a few simple pleasantries before getting straight to the point: dinner.

There wasn't anything particularly serious to discuss. Saying I had something to do was just an excuse; honestly, I had no ulterior motive, at least not yet.

I frequently served her food and refilled her tea. She seemed quite grateful.

As time went on, we became increasingly friendly, and the conversation began to drift towards everyday life.

Perhaps she thought I was too childish—after all, I'm three years younger than her, something I only found out later—
so she said dismissively, even with a hint of teasing, "xxx, are you a virgin? Or have you never seen a beautiful woman before? Hehe."

She was clearly referring to that first meeting.

I was speechless for a moment, taking a couple of sips of tea before managing to squeeze out a cover, "My girlfriend and I have been living together for over three months, okay?"

I immediately felt my rebuttal was so weak, but it opened the door to the conversation, and I couldn't avoid it, honestly confessing everything, including our casual evening activities. She just smiled dismissively.
After a long meal, I suggested taking her home, but she declined. I said it was too late, so she didn't refuse.

Walking in her neighborhood, I had an unexpected surprise. During our chat, she said something that struck me like lightning.

She said she'd only ever dated one boyfriend, and they'd maintained a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship ever since, although they'd also been intimate for several years.

Hearing this, I don't know why, but I felt a strange sense of loss.

But what she said next was hard to describe—was it a surprise? An unexpected turn of events? An opportunity?

She said they had discussed issues like her boyfriend cheating on her, and his attitude was, "I don't mind if you try other men, because you'll love me more when you compare."

Unbelievable! I've never heard anything like that before. Is it too twisted? Or where does he get the courage, young man?

I couldn't find the words to continue for a while, and after a brief silence, we arrived at her apartment building.

I reached out and pulled her closer, asking her to stay a little longer and talk.

She gently stroked my hand with her other hand, saying, "It's late, you should go home and rest," and turned to go inside.

After about a week of agonizing waiting, perhaps I was just not good enough? Or was it my girlfriend's fault? How could a boyfriend say something like that?

Note, this isn't fiction!!! This is a true story, something I heard with my own ears.

Of course, I had already laid the groundwork for this meeting; I genuinely introduced her to my clients. We
ate together again, on the same route. With the initial setup, the distance between us had shrunk considerably.

But along with me, there was still that strange, pungent smell that surrounded me whenever I was near her?
This seemingly present yet nonexistent smell kept me constantly horny around her.

We were almost at her building again… I decisively and forcefully grabbed her hand and pulled her to a corner of the building against a wall.

The cheerful conversation ended with my action. I said seriously, "Let's chat a little longer."

She looked at me blankly and asked, "Chat about what?"

She continued, "It's so late..."

Before she could finish, I impulsively kissed her forcefully. I had no experience with forceful kisses. I spread my legs to block her legs, grabbed her head with both hands, and chased after her mouth as she turned her head left and right, trying to dodge.
This chase lasted for about half a minute. I tightened my grip slightly on her head, and her shaking immediately lessened.

At least my lips could touch hers.

After a while, I felt her resistance lessen, and I seized the opportunity to grab her head and passionately kiss her deeply.

I exuded a strong possessive desire, which she could probably feel clearly.

But I didn't dare to push her away in this place, or rather, I only dared to kiss her briefly.

The passionate kiss lasted for several minutes, showing no sign of stopping. I tried to loosen the grip on her head with my arms, and when I found that it was okay even without controlling her head, I let go of one arm.
Maintaining that position was really tiring, and my muscles were a little sore. After the soreness subsided slightly, I realized that other parts of my body were incredibly uncomfortable… I quietly reached for my crotch, unzipped my pants, and released my penis… It contacted the air and expanded rapidly, reaching its peak. Perhaps she was too focused on what was happening above her to notice. I carefully withdrew my arm, and my hard penis was now pointing straight at her skirt.

I lowered myself slightly, then raised myself again, so my penis was inside her skirt. As I slowly moved, I touched her stockings. It

was so stimulating, I couldn't take it anymore. My hard penis pressed against the center of her stockings, and I couldn't help but ejaculate.

As the semen shot out, I gradually regained my senses, and the force of my kiss noticeably lessened.

She took the opportunity to push me away and ran into the stairs, disappearing

from sight. I thought I was going to get a slap or something, but then I suddenly realized my limp penis was still exposed. I quickly put it away and left the scene.

I thought it was all over, that everything was finished. I was distracted at work all day, but then, unexpectedly, I received a call from her when I was

leaving work. She said she needed to talk to me and asked me to wait for her downstairs at her apartment two hours later.

My heart pounded. Was she going to get someone to beat me up or something? I was hesitant to go, but driven by lust, I went anyway.

When she saw me, she didn't say a word, just handed me a small plastic bag and said, "Take this. I have a boyfriend. Don't bother me again."

She left after saying that, and I didn't stop her. I was stunned. I stood there holding the bag for a long time before leaving too.
I didn't dare go home to open the bag. I was afraid my girlfriend would find out, even though I didn't know what was inside.
Not far from her apartment, I carefully opened the small bag. Before I even saw anything, what hit me first was a strong, pungent smell—stockings!

The same pair from last night. I casually flipped them over and found my things still stuck at the base of the stockings. It seemed I had soiled her stockings, and she had thrown them at me.

I was overjoyed, about to hold it close to my chest, when I realized it still had my things on it. I secretly washed and dried it when I got home.

I thought this treasure would be clean now, but to my surprise, while my things were washed away, her scent was also gone.

I was caught in a dilemma.

A few days later, I felt increasingly uneasy, so I contacted her again.

Her tone was cold; she said she was busy and declined all my invitations.

Dejected, I made a foolish decision: to wait for her.

I put her clean stockings in the bag she gave me, having gotten them dirty several times and washed them again. Amazing power! A stranger's stockings were better than any of my live-in girlfriend's.
I waited anxiously for hours, until it was completely dark, and she finally appeared. She was so dedicated, working so late—she must be so tired.

I went to greet her, and she was startled at first, then immediately tried to move away. I quickly said, "Here are your stockings back."
She was silent for a moment, while I felt incredibly annoyed. Ugh, it was the only pair I had; was I stupid to return them and then they were gone?
Just as I was feeling annoyed, she took the socks and was about to leave.

Using the same trick twice, I forcefully grabbed her hand again and pulled her behind a car parked near the garden in the residential area.

I went straight to the point, "I like you so much. I washed your socks and returned them to you, but I miss you so much. Even the washed socks don't smell like you. I miss you so much!"

I stammered, not knowing what I was saying. While she was stunned, I pounced on her again and kissed her forcefully once more.

It was similar to the last time, only smoother; I skillfully wrapped my legs around hers. However, he didn't give me a chance to pull one hand away.

Suddenly, she pushed me away, as if she had just realized what I had said, and said, "You want the smell of my socks? But you washed them and they're gone, right?"

I was stunned for a moment and didn't answer. She continued, "I'm taking these off now, these ones I've been wearing all day and they're so sweaty. You can go now."

After saying that, she pushed me away, leaned against the car, lifted her skirt a little, and pulled her socks down to her feet. She took off one shoe, removed one sock, and then the other. She

was a little unsteady on her feet and helped me up. After the whole process was over, I stared at her blankly because, while she was taking off her socks, I saw her underwear.

I don't know if you've ever seen it before, but this was the first time I had. It was black, see-through, but not completely see-through. The crotch area looked opaque, probably made of cotton, while the rest looked like sheer silk.
In the dim light, I could see it clearly. When she saw me staring blankly, she asked what I was looking at. I said, "Your underwear is see-through. You're so lewd."

She dismissed it, calling it nonsense. She said all girls' underwear is like that; all my roommates wore it like that in college. I wanted to argue that my girlfriend's wasn't like that, but I didn't say it.

After a brief silence, I suddenly hugged her again and started kissing her forcefully. She didn't resist as fiercely as before, accepting it indifferently.

I was burning with lust, enjoying it immensely. Driven by my urges, I thrust my hips through my pants, secretly pulling my hand away while still unzipping my zipper and releasing my penis.

Because she wasn't wearing socks, the skin-to-skin contact made her immediately aware of it, and she reached out to stop me. But her hand recoiled the moment it touched me, probably because she had never touched another man's private parts before.
She froze awkwardly, and I took the opportunity to thrust wildly into her bare area, exposed only by her underwear.
Under this unprecedented stimulation, I ejaculated after less than ten thrusts, shooting onto her underwear and staining her thighs.

When she came to her senses, her first reaction was to take off her pants, perhaps afraid of getting semen on her private parts? But she stopped. I had no intention of letting her go and continued kissing her.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Waaah! Take them off, so you don't get pregnant."

She pushed me away, took off her underwear, and threw it into my hand. "Here, get lost." My eyes were fixed on the pubic hair and slit that were briefly exposed.

I swallowed hard and slowly moved closer, carefully and gently touching her, like a hunter afraid of startling his prey.

I gently parted one of her light and sexy legs, slowly lifting it a little, careful not to hurt her.

She didn't resist, looking bewildered. My little brother slowly approached its destination, closer and closer, and I touched it!

My glans was pointing directly at her there. She remained frozen, motionless, only her panting could be heard in the quiet night.

She slowly closed her eyes, and I slowly pushed in, little by little, until the entire glans was inside, not too difficult.

I could clearly see the change in her face; she seemed itchy.

I carefully rubbed, the glans moving in and out, afraid of disturbing her.

The intense stimulation was intense, but I had to uphold my male dignity. Just as I was about to insert more than the glans, she suddenly woke up as if from a dream, abruptly pushing me away, lowering her legs, pulling down her skirt, and running away.

It was over. I stood there, stunned, holding her brown stockings and black sheer panties, still exposed to the air. I had probably entered her about... 1 centimeter? 2 centimeters? 3
centimeters ...

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