Long-awaited fate

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I just arrived at the park today and wanted to show off a bit. I wanted to write down what happened back then, but I haven't written anything in a long time. My writing is clumsy and my penmanship is poor, so please forgive me if it's not well written. I hope you can encourage me.
She was about 1.65 meters tall, with an oval face and a cascade of smooth, flowing hair that draped over her shoulders. She was very alluring, especially her expressive phoenix eyes, which held a deep, unfathomable emotion, clear and bright, captivating the soul. Her delicate nose was small and straight, and her pale red cherry lips were cute and charming. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also extremely intelligent, ranking at the top of her class in all subjects, especially in English, where no one could surpass her.
She was my classmate, I called her Ani. Her delicate and quiet beauty, intelligence and wisdom, and fiery passion left a deep impression on me, even appearing in my dreams. I was captivated by her. Back then, she was the undisputed school beauty, and male classmates were willing to fall at her feet. Many outstanding men tried to date her, but she politely declined them all, hence the nickname "Cold Girl." I knew my limitations; I wasn't good enough and dared not presume. Ironically, in four years of being classmates, we barely exchanged ten words, let alone met. Yet, she was etched in my heart, and I secretly loved her. The feelings only grew stronger with time. But the truth remained: we were destined to be apart in this life.
After graduation, everyone went their separate ways and we lost touch. More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. One day, my classmate Afen called and said she had finally gotten in touch with me. She said they had opened a classmate QQ group and I should join as soon as possible. This was indeed good news! After work, I couldn't wait to find the group number and apply to join. Most of my classmates were already there, chatting enthusiastically. The group was lively and bustling. When I joined, everyone greeted me, including Ani , whom I had been thinking about day and night. I was so excited. That night, I chatted with everyone for a long time...
One evening I tried to have a private chat with her on QQ, and it actually worked.
I said, "Old classmate, it's been ten years."
She said, "Yes, yes, how are you, old classmate?"
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I said in a slightly flirtatious tone, "Don't you look even more beautiful after all these years?"
"I'm an old woman, I'm so ugly," she said, seemingly self-deprecating, but actually quite confident.
"Send me a photo so I can see if she's an old woman." I really want to see what she looks like now.
"Are you going to the class reunion this time? If you come, you can see me," she said.
"Something came up, I'm not coming," I coaxed her.
"This is a rare opportunity, come on, we haven't seen each other for so many years." She said anxiously.
"Okay, how could I refuse an invitation from a beautiful woman?" I readily agreed. A little while later, she sent me a cartoon of an old woman with many wrinkles. The outline of her face did look a bit like hers. It seems that her drawing skills are quite good. She drew a portrait of herself when she was in her seventies or eighties.
I wanted to test the waters: "You've aged so quickly! Back in the day, all the men really liked you."
"Really? What about you?" she said, as if she were quite interested in me.
" I like you deep down, but you're too outstanding, I don't dare to get close," I told the truth. "?" She didn't say anything. Was my directness too much and upset her? A full minute later, she sent "Me too." What did that mean? Oh dear, so she likes me too. I really regret not confessing back then; I've wasted all these years.
We chatted for a long time that night and really clicked. I hadn't spoken more than a few words to her in the past four years, but tonight, I finally got to say what I'd always wanted to say but never dared, and I even learned what she was thinking! What a wonderful surprise! So many outstanding classmates, yet none of them are as good as someone as unremarkable as me—it really boosted my self-esteem !
The class reunion proceeded as scheduled, lasting two days and one night, mainly for dinner and heart-to-heart talks, reminiscing about how we missed each other after graduation. More than twenty classmates came that day, and I spotted her immediately. She was with Ah Jun and Ah Fen. Just then, a pair of captivating eyes turned in my direction. I was thrilled and went to shake her slender hand (I'd never held one before). I caught a whiff of her delicate fragrance (it was her scent, intoxicating). I called her "Old Lady," and she called me "Young Man." Looking closely, she hadn't changed much, only slightly fuller-figured, with smooth, delicate skin, a refined and elegant appearance, and a particularly outstanding demeanor. After some pleasantries, the dinner began, and everyone drank and chatted merrily —a truly lively scene . After dinner, everyone went back to their hotels to rest. Those with low alcohol tolerance were already swaying and lying in bed, while some classmates had already arranged to play cards. I happened to be single, and since I don't drink or play mahjong, I was bored and had nothing to do. I wondered what Ani was doing, so I took out my phone to call. My phone rang first, and it was Ani calling (a wave of excitement washed over me). She said she was free and wanted to come over for a bit, asking if it was convenient. I readily agreed (another wave of excitement washed over me), hung up, and quickly tidied up the room. A little while later, the doorbell rang. I excitedly opened the door, and my eyes lit up. There were two beautiful women, Ani and Afen. Ani had clearly dressed up for the evening: a light blue underskirt with a sheer belt around her waist, and a layer of sheer fabric like a thousand layers of snow over it—she looked stunning. "Please come in, beauties," I said. I didn't dare look her in the eye, afraid of being captivated and making a fool of myself. That night, I had a long talk with my two female classmates. Nothing much happened that night, and the next day we all went our separate ways (I missed an opportunity). It seems we're destined to never meet again.
Finally, the opportunity arrived. Another year of the bayberry festival was upon us, and at my enthusiastic invitation, Ani and Afen agreed to come and eat bayberries with me. I arranged for them to arrive in the morning, have lunch together, pick bayberries, and stay overnight before returning the next day. One sweltering summer day, they arrived as promised. Afen even brought her husband (she'd heard he had a classmate living there and wanted to visit him). Ani came alone, as her husband was away on a business trip; she had originally planned to come along. Because of my thoughtful arrangements, everyone had a pleasant time. After dinner, I took them to their booked hotel to rest. After sitting for a while, Afen and her husband wanted to visit their classmate and asked if Ani and I wanted to go. I said no, and Ani said she was tired and didn't want to go either (I hoped that was true). After they left, it was just Ani and me in the room. We looked at each other for a moment.
Feeling a little embarrassed, I said, "You must be tired. Get some rest. I'll head back now." "It's still early. Sit for a while before you go," she invited (I was overjoyed).
"I'm all sweaty and want to go home and take a shower," I said, pretending to leave.
"How about showering here? It's always more comfortable in a hotel than at home," she suggested (right on the bottom). I couldn't refuse, nor did I want to. There was only one bathroom, and ladies should go first, so I told her to go first. She didn't object and took her clothes inside. I had just turned on the TV when Ani called me. She poked her head out of the bathroom and asked me to pull the curtain. I looked in the direction she pointed, and oh my god! It turned out there was no wall between the bathroom and the guest room, only a transparent glass partition, with a curtain from the room used for privacy. Wow, what a brilliant designer! I joked a bit but still pulled it closed. She blushed and said, "Don't peek." Although I was watching TV, I wasn't really paying attention. The sound of running water in the bathroom was indeed too tempting. I mustered my courage and went over, gently pulling up a corner of the curtain. (A few words omitted here) Luckily, she had her back to me and didn't notice. She finished showering, wrapped in a bath towel (definitely without underwear), and came out with a flushed face (very beautiful). Seeing me staring straight ahead, pretending to watch TV, she couldn't change her clothes, so she came up to me and said, "I'm done, you can go now." I said, "I didn't bring a change of underwear, I can't change." She blushed and said, "Just wear your outer clothes, it doesn't matter tonight." When she came out, she had changed into a different outfit: a white shirt and short skirt, which, combined with her flowing hair , further accentuated her mature beauty. She made me a pot of tea and asked me to sit down. She sat gracefully on the opposite bed, smiling as she watched me drink. At that moment, we looked at each other, neither of us speaking, a little awkward. To hide my embarrassment, I just kept my head down and drank my tea. "Glug!" Because the water was too hot, I spat it out on the floor. She was startled , then chuckled , like a child who had received candy. The atmosphere finally relaxed. A melodious voice came from across the room: "Young man, I'm so sorry to have troubled you today." "Not at all, we're not that formal," I replied casually. Once we started talking, we relaxed. She began to talk about the past, and when she mentioned some of the hardships of the past few years, she began to sob softly. I was moved and went over to comfort her. Even strong women have their vulnerable moments. As she said, being a woman is hard, and successful women have to work harder than men. I understood. At that moment, she hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder and sobbing ( I smelled a fragrance emanating from her body, intoxicating ). I gently stroked her full back with my right hand (through a thin shirt, it felt like she wasn't wearing anything, I could feel her smooth back, seemingly boneless, and her breasts...). (She wanted to take off her bra strap.) As I soothed her, she gradually calmed down and began to tell her story again. I listened, but my hand had already slipped inside her shirt, moving irregularly, gently untying the bra strap. She didn't stop me. My hand then slowly moved to her stomach (her belly was so smooth, it was unbelievable). She still showed no sign of resistance. At this point, I dared not move upwards, but my blood was already boiling. However, as I slowly moved upwards, almost to her chest, my heart was about to jump out of my chest … Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, and I couldn't move it. "What do you want to do?" she asked, lifting her beautiful face and staring into her captivating eyes. It was truly touching. "I …I like you so much ! " I couldn't back down now, otherwise all my efforts would be in vain. I kissed her small mouth, my hands freed from hers, gently pressing them onto her full, alluring breasts (omitting a few words), slowly rubbing them. She was already limp and unable to resist. I pulled away from the kiss and asked her to continue her story, to see if she could still tell it. "You're so naughty! How come I didn't realize you were a bad person at school?" she said coquettishly. I smiled and said, "Luckily I didn't see through you, otherwise how could I have tricked such a beauty into coming here today?" "Your story isn't over yet, why did you stop?" I continued. "I can tell you, but you have to take your dirty hands off first," she demanded (my hands were still on her soft, white breasts). I said, "I won't touch you, is that alright?" She did indeed start talking again, and so the two of us sat on the edge of the bed, me holding her from behind. We were quiet for a while, during which she tossed her long hair to one side, revealing her snow-white neck, round and plump (I really wanted to kiss it). I couldn't listen anymore; my hands began to wander restlessly over her soft, white breasts. By then, her speech was fragmented and incoherent. I pressed my advantage, my left hand sliding down to her waist, slowly, slowly, reaching into her forbidden zone (my blood was boiling again). Her lower abdomen was smooth and slippery; I had already touched a patch of pubic hair. Further down, I reached her warm, moist forbidden zone . Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her lovely little mouth was breathing softly. I knew I had reached the halfway point. I gently lowered her head, removed her clothes, and looked at that hollow (a few words omitted). My penis was already hard, and I gently entered her through the wetness. Then, I heard a very soft "ah," which stimulated me to the point of almost ejaculating (a few words omitted here).
That's all for now . The real story is far more fascinating than I can go into detail. I originally wanted to name it "Half a Lifetime's Fate" or "No Fate in This Life," but both titles have already been suggested. I'm a little nervous writing this for the first time. I hope to make honest friends through this platform and continue to record more stories.

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