She slept with the neighbor's woman who was taking her baby back to her parents' home.

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That was in the early 1990s. I had just started university then, and I rarely went home. At school, I mostly hung out with friends, skipping classes, getting into fights, and doing almost nothing serious. I drifted through my freshman summer, and because I failed too many subjects, my family kept me at home.
Across the street lived an uncle surnamed Li. His daughter, I think it was around my second year of high school, married a technician at a gear factory. Her name was Li Yan. When we were little, I called her "sister," and I called her mother "grandma." Our families were very close; we'd been neighbors for over ten years since 1982. Li Yan was four years older than me and didn't go to university. After graduating high school, she found a job selling food in a shopping mall. After she got married, I rarely saw her. With me leaving home and living at school, it seemed like we, siblings who had drifted further and further apart, would become strangers. But life often takes unexpected turns.
Anyway, that summer, the weather was incredibly hot, and because of my studies, my family wouldn't let me go out at all. Every time my classmates called, my mom would say I was at my grandma's for summer vacation. After a week, I was almost going crazy.
One day, Aunt Li from across the street came to my house to borrow some hot water. She mentioned that her daughter had given birth to a big, healthy baby boy at the beginning of last month. As soon as her postpartum confinement period was over, the old lady brought her daughter and grandson back to her home to take care of him. Her daughter's husband's family lived in a factory dormitory in the suburbs, which wasn't as convenient as living in the city, and her daughter felt it was more comfortable to stay with her mother, so she came back to stay for a few months
. Aunt Li happened to see me at home and specifically said to my mother, "Your college student is so sensible, studying at home every day! Now that Yan Yan is back, you should come and visit often, don't stay cooped up at home all the time!" My mother also felt
that it wasn't good for me to stay home all the time, so she readily agreed… Aunt Li said that since we were already so familiar, her family was providing fish, shrimp, chicken, and duck for her daughter and grandson's nutrition, so she shouldn't be shy. My mother was still a little embarrassed. Then Aunt Li invited me to her house for lunch.
And so, almost two years later, I saw Sister Li Yan again at the dinner table at Li Yan's parents' home.
Although Li Yan wasn't highly educated, she was quite pretty, slim, and of medium height. She seemed to have gained weight after getting married and having a child, and had short hair. Although she had gained weight, her skin was much fairer. She was wearing a floral pajama and was already eating. When she saw me, she said shyly, "I didn't know you were here." During the meal, I was in a good mood. Li's aunt and Li Yan kept praising me. The old lady kept saying she hoped her grandson would get into a prestigious university like mine. After the meal, Li's aunt said she was going to tidy up and go to the supermarket to buy diapers for the little one. She suggested we chat and go see her precious grandson.
So I happily went into Li Yan's room, a small room I often visited 7-8 years before university. Inside, on a single bed with a mosquito net, I could vaguely see a baby covered with a towel. The room was small, and Li Yan and I sat together on the edge of the bed, carefully examining the infant. The baby was sleeping soundly, as if under anesthesia.
We talked about the baby for a few minutes. I was puzzled by her squeezing her arm so hard. Li Yan told me that her baby was breastfeeding every two hours, but because of the frequency, he never finished his milk. She had to pump milk day and night, until her arms ached so much she could barely lift them. She complained that she was afraid of gaining weight, but her mother still tried to feed her delicious food at every meal. If she didn't eat, her mother would get angry; if she ate, besides her breasts being painfully engorged, she would gain more and more weight on her arms and stomach. At that time, I had no sexual experience, but in that enclosed little room, I felt increasingly tense, a strange feeling without any reason. There was a very oppressive feeling.
Because every time Li Yan bent down to look at her son, I could clearly see her large breasts swaying below her neckline. Having known her for so long, I never imagined Li Yan's breasts had become so full. Her buttocks must have become much rounder too, tightly stretching her pajama pants as if they were about to burst. With the breeze from the fan, wafts of shower gel and a strange smell wafted through the air; I guessed it was the smell of her breast milk.
When I stared blankly at Li Yan's neckline, she probably noticed. Because we were close friends since childhood, she smiled and lowered her voice, saying, "What are you looking at? I'll tell your mom." She seemed a little concerned. She turned and lay down next to her son, her back to me, picking up a magazine. I was momentarily at a loss. I sat there, unsure how to answer her. After a few seconds of silence, Li Yan spoke up, "I'm dying! My breasts are so engorged and painful after lunch. You should go back; I need to pump." I said "Okay," slowly stood up, my mind blank, and walked towards the door while looking at Li Yan.
She sat on the bed, her back to me, and unbuttoned her pajamas. Just as I reached for the doorknob, I heard Li Yan let out a low moan, accompanied by the sound of liquid hitting a container. Suddenly, I felt as if possessed by a demon. I let go of the doorknob, quickly walked back to the bedside, sat down next to her, and placed my hands on her shoulders.
Li Yan was startled, looked up, and froze when she saw me. I saw a snow-white breast, about half the size of a thermos, with faint blue veins on it. Her large, dark areolas and nipples, resembling tiny bayberries, were suddenly spraying milk like water from a showerhead, landing on the mat and mosquito net opposite her.
I remember then holding Li Yan tightly. She stood there, still clutching a baby bottle in one hand. I pressed her down on the bed and kissed her. She glanced at her child beside her, then twisted her waist and started pushing me away. Neither of us spoke; we were just struggling. I held her shoulders; she turned her head away from my kiss, so I lowered my head and found her trembling breast, taking her still-spurting nipple into my mouth. The warm sensation in my mouth was sweet, salty, and slightly fishy. I don't know where I got the courage, but I sucked hard a few times and noticed the resistance lessening. I tried to pull down Li Yan's pajama bottoms.
At that moment, I heard Li Yan urgently say, "No, no, I'm going to call for help!" I was already frantic and didn't listen to her, desperately pulling at her pajama bottoms. Suddenly, she hit my head hard with the baby bottle in her hand; by then, I couldn't feel the pain anymore. The two of us tumbled off the bed, clutching each other. It was then I realized women can be quite strong.
I couldn't control her at all.
Afraid something might happen, I regained my senses and said, "Sister Yan, I was wrong. Please forgive me." I saw her freeze, wanting to say something but unable to. I hugged her and said, "Sister, your hands are tired, let me help you express some." I grabbed her breasts with both hands while kissing her ear. She pushed me away without saying anything. I saw her hair was disheveled, her face a mix of white and red, and she was panting. I said, "Then let me have some." She said, "Why?" but didn't flinch. I lowered my head and sucked on one breast, but I couldn't get much out. I grabbed it with my hand, hurting her. She said, "Oh no, you've become a little hooligan!" I said, "Li Yan, why can't you eat?" She silently pinched and pressed her breast a few times, and the white milk spurted out again.
I bent down and ate a few mouthfuls, then heard her say, "You're so stupid, not even as good as my son." We both secretly laughed out loud. Just then, the baby on the bed rolled over and made a "ah ah" sound. Li Yan said, "Okay, okay, that's enough." I didn't want to let go of her. She scared me, saying my mom seemed to have gone upstairs. I was scared and hesitated, straightening my clothes. While fixing her hair, she said, "Go find your own mom now." She laughed at herself after saying that.
I went home absentmindedly, quickly went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and found that my little brother was still standing up, bulging against my shorts. I masturbated in the bathroom, my mind filled with the image of Li Yan's white body.
That evening after dinner, Li's aunt knocked on the door, startling me. I thought Li Yan had told her and come to complain. Thank goodness. When Li's aunt left, she even said, "Bring some books for Yan Yan to read next time." I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't fall asleep until almost dawn that night.
The next day, I tried to go to her house again, but my mom asked me to go to the neighborhood office with her. I glanced at Li Yan's door across the street almost every step I took downstairs. On the third day, no one was home, so I wanted to invite Li Yan over. We have a lot of new videotapes and movies, which Li Yan loves. Before she got married, she loved coming to my house to watch videos. But Li's aunt told me that Li Yan had taken her son for a medical checkup. She seemed a little disappointed. Li's mother added that she'd call me when she got back, saying it would be more lively with more people.
After dinner, I heard the door open across the hall, grabbed a magazine, and rushed out. My mom called out, "Where are you going?" I said, "Li Yan borrowed some of my magazines from me." At the door, I saw Uncle and Aunt Li holding their grandson, about to go for a walk. I pretended to say, "Li Yan borrowed these books from me, here you go." The old couple said, "Go inside, this lazy girl is watching TV."
As I heard the door close and them go downstairs, I tiptoed in. Li Yan, sitting on the sofa, looked up and called out, "How did you get in?" I slowly sat down beside her and said, "I brought you your favorite magazine." Then I stared at her chest. Li Yan actually laughed, "You're pushing your luck!"
Everything was harmonious after that; we chatted and laughed. When I touched her, I saw she had unbuttoned two buttons. She sat with me on her lap and nursed me for about ten minutes, like a breastfeeding nurse. While suckling her nipple, I touched her other breast; it felt hot and hard, but I still couldn't taste it. She had to squeeze it with her hands. She pinched her breast with her fingers, and milk gushed out like a fountain, constantly making me choke.
Then I felt Li Yan's eyes narrow and her breathing become rapid. I quickly pulled down her pants, and she symbolically pushed me away. Everything went wild. I didn't even glance at Li Yan's genitals before hastily inserting my penis; it was already very slippery. I remember holding her plump buttocks with both hands, thrusting downwards while lifting her lower body.
Each thrust was deep. She cried out, as if she were a different person. The only regret was that I was too eager; hearing her moans, I surrendered in less than five minutes. As I hurriedly pulled up my pants, she lay lazily on the sofa.
I asked, "Sister Yan, will you get pregnant?" She said, "If I get pregnant, I'll go back to my parents' home. Can you marry me?" I said, "I don't know, my mom is very powerful." She laughed. When she left, she actually came out to see me off. I kissed her. She whispered in my ear, "Next time you come to nurse, you have to hold it in your mouth. You can't suckle it by biting, you idiot." I said, "Biting? That would bite it off." She said, pulling me over and biting my lips a few times.
That summer, for about a month, Li Yan and I tried to find opportunities to meet almost every day. Once, while we were making love, her son started crying. She gave him a nipple. I said, "No, they're all mine." Li Yan said, "Oh, good boy. Here, have one too." It was truly a beautiful time. Later, she went back to her husband's home. I also found a girlfriend in college. Later still, I left that city. I found another girlfriend, got married, and started a busy life.
This Spring Festival, my family told me that Old Li's family had moved away. I asked about Li Yan. My mother said that she got laid off and soon divorced. She came back and went to the south to work in the garment industry after half a year. At that moment, looking at the strangers coming and going across the street, I suddenly felt as if I saw them. Twenty years ago, a young me and a youthful Li Yan were kissing at the door.

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