An older man's confession: My story with a female high school student (1-6)

page views:1 Publication date:2023-07-06

Many years have passed since then, but for a long time afterward, the thought of that girl still breaks my heart.
(Original true story, all names in the text are pseudonyms)

1.
I was thirty-six years old that year, working at an electric power design institute affiliated with a large state-owned enterprise. One morning in September, I went to a key middle school in Chengdu to look after my brother's child. My brother's son was in the second year of junior high school there, usually living at the school. Every Wednesday was open day for parents, who could come to the school to visit their children and bring them food, drinks, or other things.
That day, my brother and sister-in-law were unavailable, so I had to do it for them, something I had done before. Around noon, my nephew finished lunch and drank all the soup my sister-in-law had made. I handed him the things I had brought, gave him a few words of advice about studying hard and not playing around, and then walked out of the school with the empty thermos.
Walking on the campus, looking at the boys and girls who were only teenagers, I couldn't help but sigh about my own adolescence. When I was in middle school, the school facilities weren't as good as they are now, and there weren't as many students. I thought, when my children grow up, they'll be running and jumping around the school like these kids, right? At that time, I was divorced, and my eight-year-old daughter lived with my ex-wife.
"Uncle..."
I was walking when I heard a girl's voice calling out. Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a tall, graceful, and beautiful young woman standing nearby. She was pretty and charming, with long, flowing hair, wearing a white short dress that reached her knees, and mid-heeled sandals.
My first impression was, "Wow, she's so beautiful!" She had a great figure, as beautiful as a saint from the Temple of Zeus in ancient Greece. But I didn't recognize her. To avoid making a mistake, I looked around to make sure she wasn't calling someone else.
But there was no one else around me. Looking again, the girl smiled and walked towards me. My heart skipped a beat.
"Uncle, can you do me a favor?" The girl approached me, pleading. Her beautiful eyes made my heart race.
"What is it?" I was a complete stranger to her and didn't know what she needed from a grown man like me.
"Could you take me out of the school grounds for a bit?" she continued, her captivating eyes still fixed on me, making it hard to refuse.
But I decided to decline. "This... I'm afraid it's inappropriate."
I knew what she was thinking. I'd heard my sister-in-law mention before that on open days, some students without parents would ask acquaintances or strangers to pretend to be their parents and take them out of school for lunch and some fun—essentially giving them some fresh air. My nephew and his best friend had done this
before. I just hadn't expected to become the target of these kids' requests for help, especially from such a beautiful girl. Since it was against school rules, I didn't want to get involved, so I refused immediately.
"Uncle, please, please take me out for a bit! I promise I'll go back to school after I buy what I need..." the girl pleaded, clasping her hands together in front of her chest. "Please, Uncle, please?"
Faced with her pitiful and endearing appearance, how could I, a grown man, refuse? I could only say, "Well... okay! Don't do it again."
"Thank you, Uncle!" Seeing that I had agreed, the girl excitedly waved to someone nearby. Another girl ran over, about the same age as the first, but much shorter; they were undoubtedly classmates.
Seeing yet another one, I felt a bit overwhelmed and said, "I only promised to take you out, not two."
The taller girl quickly clasped her hands together again, her beautiful eyes looking at me with pitiful eyes once more. "Uncle, please..."
she then smiled mischievously at me, "Besides, since you already promised, taking one is the same as taking two, right?"
She winked at me as she smiled. I couldn't refuse, so I just shook my head and said, "Let's go!"
"Thank you, Uncle! Hehe..." the two girls giggled and followed me towards the school gate.
"Uncle, you're so kind! Handsome and kind-hearted," the tall girl said with a smile as she walked alongside me.
I thought to myself, this little girl is not only pretty, but she's also very good with words. She'll probably be something special when she grows up!
Since I became an adult, many people have said I'm handsome, but this is the first time a girl almost twenty years younger than me, old enough to be my junior, has said so. I couldn't help but feel secretly proud and incredibly pleased.
Although she was complimenting me, I was confident that it wasn't all flattery. I'm not bad-looking, and with my long-term commitment to fitness and boxing, I have a tall and well-proportioned figure, and my clothes are quite stylish. I could be considered a handsome older man.
The girl was quite close to me, and I could smell her orchid-like fragrance, which instantly made me feel refreshed and radiant.
"But let's make this clear first, you need to get back to school as soon as you're done shopping, don't cause me any trouble."
Although I was quite enjoying myself, I didn't forget to avoid any risks, after all, I was the one who violated school rules by taking them out.
"Yes, yes, yes, don't worry, we promise to be back to school soon." The tall girl nodded repeatedly, her beautiful eyes making my heart flutter.
Arriving at the school gate, I pretended to be nonchalant and led the two girls out, but we were stopped by the security guard.
"Where are your exit permits?" the guard asked the two girls.
I knew that most middle schools nowadays implement closed management; whether boarding or day students, if they want to leave the school during school hours, they need an exit permit issued by their homeroom teacher, otherwise the security guard won't let them through. But homeroom teachers don't issue permits to just anyone; there must be a reasonable and sufficient reason.
I quickly said to the guard, "I'm a parent."
"You're a parent?" The guard looked at me with suspicion.
I could understand the security guard's suspicion. After all, it's not uncommon for parents to bring students who aren't their own children out of school, and I seemed too young for a high school girl's father.
Just as I was feeling a little guilty and unsure how to answer, the tall girl came over and took my arm with both hands, smiling at the guard, "Yes! He's my dad."
Although the guard was still somewhat skeptical, he let us through. The tall girl continued to hold my arm as we left the school gate, and the shorter girl followed.
My arm brushed against her chest, a soft and elastic sensation that stirred something within me, and I felt a strange sense of pleasure. But I knew it was unintentional.
My car was parked on the roadside outside the school gate. Because many cars visiting their children couldn't enter the school during open days and had to park on the roadside next to the school, the traffic police not only didn't issue tickets but sometimes even sent people to direct and manage parking. I guess that's a kind of humane management approach! The
tall girl only let go of my arm when we reached my car. As soon as I pressed the unlock button on my car key, the shorter girl was about to thank me when the taller girl suddenly opened the right rear door, pulled the shorter girl into the back seat, and wedged her in. I was immediately confused. What was this girl up to? Why were they in my car?
Sitting in the driver's seat, I turned around and said, "Little girls, I think I've finished what you asked me to do, right?"
The taller girl laughed, "Uncle, you've gone all the way, you've really gone all the way. Look at that security guard..."
I turned to look out the window and saw the conscientious middle-aged security guard still staring at us, seemingly still doubting that I was actually the two girls' parent.
"Then I'll give you a ride, but if it's too far or not on my way, I'll have to excuse myself, I have other things to do..."
"It's not far, not far, it's in the shopping area around here..." The tall girl suddenly reached out from behind and patted my shoulder, laughing heartily, "Ajusshi, then I'll leave you to it!"
Ajusshi is Korean for "uncle," and Korean dramas were very popular in China a few years ago, many young people loved watching them, this girl was probably no exception.
On the way, I chatted with the two girls for a bit while driving. They were both in their final year of high school, and this time they came out of school to buy sandwiches and milk tea, they were really tired of the food in the school cafeteria, and wanted to get some fresh air. Before me, the tall girl had already asked a female parent for help, but was refused.
I said, why go to all this trouble when you can just order takeout? They said the school doesn't allow students to pick up takeout at the school gate, and besides, they wanted to get some fresh air.
I quickly arrived at the shopping district and dropped the two girls off. They thanked me and then walked hand-in-hand to a bubble tea shop to queue.
Just as I was about to drive away, an uneasy thought suddenly struck me. The security guard had witnessed the two girls getting into my car, and there were definitely security cameras at the school gate recording the scene. What if these two girls didn't return to school on time, got into trouble outside, or even went missing? Wouldn't I be implicated?
So I decided to wait for them there and then take them back to school. Once they were on campus, it wouldn't be my problem anymore. Although it was troublesome, I had to do it to avoid any unknown risks.
I looked at the two girls queuing; they were chatting and laughing, radiating youthful energy. I sighed inwardly. I had once been young too, like them, in the carefree prime of my youth. But now I'm in my thirties, a middle-aged man approaching middle age; youth is gone forever.

2.
The two girls, having bought their bubble tea, walked over and saw my car and me inside. They froze, staring at me.
I got out of the car and smiled at them, "Have you bought everything? If you have, get in the car, I'll take you home."
The taller girl looked at me in surprise and didn't say anything, while the shorter girl quickly said, "No need, no need, Uncle, it's too much trouble for you. We'll walk back ourselves, it's not far..."
I smiled slightly, "I brought you out just now, and the security guard saw you get into my car. I have to be responsible for you, and also for myself."
"But...but, we still need to buy sandwiches later!" the shorter girl said with difficulty, pointing to a bakery nearby.
I glanced at the bakery and still smiled, "It's okay, I'll wait for you here."
The taller girl still didn't speak, her eyes showing vigilance. After a short silence, she said to her companion, "Just listen to him..."
Then she said to me, "Uncle, then please wait here for a while."
I nodded, and the taller and shorter girls walked towards the bakery across the street, whispering to each other as they walked, and glancing back at me as they went, until they entered the bakery from my sight.
To prevent them from shaking me off, I immediately got in my car, turned around, and drove to the roadside outside the bakery. I got out and waited by the car.
A moment later, the two girls came out, each carrying a bag containing milk tea and a bag containing sandwiches. When they saw me, they were clearly reluctant to get in my car. The taller girl said to me, "Uncle, really, you don't need to trouble yourself. We want to stay here a while longer."
Her tone wasn't as enthusiastic and cheerful as before; it was rather cold and wary. I could understand. After all, I was a complete stranger to them, and it was only natural for the two young girls to be wary of me.
But things had come to this point, and I couldn't let them have their way. I said in a deep voice, "Since I brought you out, I have a responsibility to take you back. Otherwise, I shouldn't have agreed to your unreasonable demands."
The two girls looked at me without speaking. I continued, "You both dared to get into my car earlier, which means you trust me. Please... still trust me."
The shorter girl looked at her companion with difficulty, while the taller girl, while giving me a somewhat cold look, said to the shorter girl, "It's okay, let's get in the car."
Judging from her expression, it seemed like she was saying, "You wouldn't dare do anything, would you?" Despite my displeasure, I still drove back to the school gate. The two girls didn't speak to me the whole way. The taller girl's previously lively and cheerful attitude had changed. I guessed they were worried that I might do something detrimental to them, such as driving the car somewhere else, and they were constantly on guard against me.
"Thank you, Uncle! Goodbye, Uncle." The shorter girl thanked me and quickly got out of the car. The taller girl also got out, without thanking me or saying goodbye.
This made me somewhat displeased. I thought to myself, "She was so pitiful when she asked for my help, but now she's acting like this. She's all about using me when she needs me and discarding me when she doesn't."
I noticed the tall girl's hands were empty. Looking back, I saw her milk tea and sandwich were still on the back seat; she'd probably forgotten them when she got out of the car because she was so nervous.
I got out and called out, "Wait!" The tall girl stopped and turned around, looking at me with a puzzled expression. I went over and handed her the milk tea and sandwich, chuckling softly, "You went through all that trouble to come out here, only to go back empty-handed. Or perhaps you wanted to thank me by treating me to something, but unfortunately, I never eat these things."
The girl smiled immediately, took the milk tea and sandwich from me, and said, "Thank you."
I saw the security guard staring at us again, so I smiled at the girl and said, "Study hard, don't play around, and don't get too close to boys."
The girl regained her previous liveliness and cheerfulness, and sweetly smiled, "I know, Daddy."
I was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized she was playing along with me in front of the security guard. I smiled and nodded, "Honey, go in! Don't be late for class."
She smiled at me again and turned to walk towards the school gate. When she reached the school gate, I called out again, "Remember to rest and eat well..."
The girl turned around and waved to me, revealing a bright smile, "I know! Goodbye, Daddy."
I saw tears glistening in her eyes, and a feeling of pity welled up in my heart. Watching her tall and graceful figure disappear into the campus, I felt a pang of sadness for this unexpected encounter with this beautiful girl whose name I didn't even know.
I thought to myself, I probably won't see her again.
That night, I went to my ex-wife Zhao Lin's place. She lives alone; her daughter mostly stays with her maternal grandparents, who take care of her. Zhao Lin's parents are both retired and take good care of my daughter.
I rang the doorbell for a while before Zhao Lin opened the door. Although I know the door code for this apartment, I always ring the doorbell beforehand whenever she's home.
Zhao Lin was on her cell phone, glanced at me discreetly, turned and went inside. I followed her in.
This apartment was bought by Zhao Lin after our divorce. It's quite large, and the decoration and furnishings are luxurious and exquisite, perfectly matching her status and style as a middle-class professional woman.
Zhao Lin is three years younger than me, thirty-three years old this year, a graduate of a prestigious 985 university with a Master of Laws degree. She's a highly skilled lawyer who has won many cases, and also a charming and alluring young woman.
She wasn't particularly tall, but she wasn't short either (1.63 meters). She had stylish, attractive medium-length hair and a pretty face. At that moment, she wore exquisite makeup, and her professional attire (a beige fitted short-sleeved shirt and a black pencil skirt) accentuated her already great figure.
She looked like she had just gotten home and hadn't even had time to change, as she was constantly talking on her phone, seemingly discussing a case. As a senior lawyer at a well-known law firm, she was always very busy.
"Pour yourself some water," Zhao Lin suddenly said, putting down her phone before continuing her call.
I sat on the high-end leather sofa, looking around. Even though it wasn't my first time here, I still felt incredibly comfortable living in a place like this. I wondered if any other men had been here before.
I felt Zhao Lin's quality of life had improved since our divorce; she was living a more refined life.
Zhao Lin finally finished her call but was still fiddling with her phone, seemingly still busy with work. Without looking up, she said to me, "Go take a shower first."
I asked if she had. She said she hadn't had time yet and told me to go first. So I went into the bathroom.
Zhao Lin and I had been divorced for three years, but aside from our daughter, we maintained a physical relationship. Tonight, she had invited me here for a tryst.
We hadn't seen each other again, still satisfying each other's physical needs. After all, we were husband and wife; mutual comfort wasn't a big deal.
I've always been clear-headed; although we've never stopped sleeping together, it's impossible for us to go back to the way things were. First, she was the one who insisted on the divorce, and I couldn't let go of my male pride. Second, given her current circumstances and ambition, there's no way she'd remarry me. I think the second point is more significant.
Our relationship has nothing to do with feelings anymore; frankly, we're just friends with benefits. She often tells me that if either of us starts dating again, we'll end this relationship.
I've always felt that Zhao Lin is the dominant one in our relationship. She calls me to her place when she wants sex, or she comes to mine. In short, to her, I'm someone she can summon at will, for the sake of sex, and then leave.
If I have a need, it depends on whether she's willing. This makes me feel like a gigolo, except I only have her as my client, and she doesn't have to pay me. Sometimes I'm a bit shameless, and I never object to this unequal relationship, so I've muddled through with her until now.
While showering, I carefully observed the bathroom and found no trace of any other man who had lived or been there. This made me feel quite balanced and relieved, because I hadn't had another partner since my divorce, and I hoped she had too.
As I pondered this, Zhao Lin entered the bathroom, completely naked. Her breasts weren't large, but they were round, full, and perky, with a beautiful shape. Her pubic hair was clearly meticulously trimmed and looked very neat.
"Finished?" I asked casually.
"Mmm..." Zhao Lin responded, pressing her body against mine, her hands around the back of my neck, and her lips pressed against mine.
Zhao Lin and I embraced naked under the shower, passionately kissing and caressing each other. During this time, her hand descended and grasped my erection.
Gradually, her soft body slid down against me, squatting in front of me, taking it into her mouth, swaying her head and sucking, as if savoring a particularly delicious dessert.
Only in moments like this could I regain my masculine pride in front of this woman.
After a while, Zhao Lin stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck again, whispering passionately in my ear, "I want..."
So I picked her up and sat her on the washbasin, squatting between her spread legs and burying my head in her, working until she moaned softly, and her body was overflowing with desire. Only then did I get up and enter her...

3.
We first made love passionately in the bathroom, then went to the bed in the bedroom to continue.
The whole process was smooth and enjoyable, and Zhao Lin's moans kept floating in my ears.
Just as things were getting intense, Zhao Lin's phone, which was on the bedside table, rang. She was straddling me, rising and falling, and immediately stopped, bending down to reach for the phone, her breasts pressed against my chest. Since it was a bit far and she couldn't reach it, I took it for her.
The screen flashed the Chinese character "Cui." I didn't know who this Cui was, or why she was calling so late.
Zhao Lin took the phone, glanced at it, and hung up. I asked her who it was, and she said it was a lawyer she did business with. We didn't speak again and continued making love.
After another climax, Zhao Lin asked me to come from behind. She got up and knelt on the bed, raising her plump, white buttocks towards me. This was her favorite position, and of course, I liked it too. As I sped up, Zhao Lin let out a series of screams.
When it was over, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated deep inside her...
Zhao Lin sat on the edge of the bed wiping herself with a tissue, complaining about my actions that had made her take her medication again. She had always been reluctant to take medication, afraid of gaining weight.
I silently looked at her body, thinking that it was rare for a woman in her thirties who had given birth to maintain such a good figure.
"Didn't you say you were in your safe period?" I laughed. Actually, I had done it on purpose, as a small revenge for her bossiness.
"The safe period might not be safe... You forgot that time, when I had to go to the hospital for surgery. Anyway, I'm not letting you impregnate me again."
Zhao Lin threw the tissue soaked with semen into the trash can and picked up her underwear to put it on.
"How about I stay here tonight? It's late..." I said this partly because I still wanted to have sex later; but more importantly, I still harbored fantasies about remarrying her.
She put on a spaghetti-strap nightgown and said coldly, "I have to work overtime tonight. I need to review some case files."
She rudely dismissed me. Over the years, whenever we were together, she almost never let me stay overnight, nor did she ever stay at my place.
Zhao Lin left the bedroom with her phone, so I had to get dressed. When I came out, I didn't see her, but I heard voices coming from one of the rooms. I tiptoed to the door to eavesdrop.
"...Oh dear! I really had something to do... What do you mean, 'doing things with my husband'? He's divorced a long time ago, you know that... It wasn't anyone else! I don't have anyone else at home..." "
...Hmm, I'll handle this, don't worry... Oh dear! My dear Brother Cui, we've known each other for a long time, don't you know my capabilities?... Hmm, hmm, let's have dinner another day... You're treating? That would be great, I'd love to! Hehe..."
I quietly left the room and sat on the sofa to smoke. I wondered to myself, who exactly was this person? Calling Zhao Lin so late, and she called him back immediately after we were done. Judging from Zhao Lin's tone, she seemed to know him very well, and she spoke quite casually...
After a while, Zhao Lin came out with her phone. When she saw me, she asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"
I was immediately annoyed, thinking, does she really think I'm some gigolo she can just summon and dismiss at will?
"Who were you talking to?" I asked in a deep voice.
Zhao Lin sat down at the bar and poured herself a glass of red wine. She said calmly, "Didn't I tell you? A lawyer I know."
"Is it something important?" I asked again.
She took a sip of her wine, still nonchalant, "Of course!"
I didn't want to ask any further. After all, she was divorced from me, and I had no right to interfere in her private life. I just didn't want her to maintain this relationship with me while secretly seeing other men.
"Don't worry, if I find someone, I'll tell you..."
Zhao Lin looked at me, paused, and then added, "I also hope that if you find someone, you'll tell me too. I don't want to share a man with another woman."
I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray, not forgetting what I had come here to tell her tonight.
“I’m telling you, Ni’er is still young, only eight years old. Don’t enroll her in all those classes. She’s only in third grade and she’s already this overworked. What will become of her later? It’s better to give her a happy childhood.”
I’d heard from my ex-mother-in-law that Zhao Lin had enrolled her daughter in numerous extracurricular classes, including dance, piano, art, and English.
Zhao Lin looked at her glass of red wine and said coldly, “Everyone else is overworked, can’t I be left behind? I can’t let my daughter lose at the starting line…”
I was truly speechless. How many parents had been fooled by this statement, how many children had been harmed? I never imagined that even a highly educated and intelligent woman like Zhao Lin would treat this nonsense as gospel.
Before I could retort, she glared at me with considerable annoyance, “A happy childhood? How can you even say something like that? Your parents certainly gave you a happy childhood, and look at you now? A complete failure, a miserable middle age…”
I thought to myself, it can’t be as bad as you make it out to be. I'm a college graduate from before the expansion of college entrance examinations, and an engineer at a design institute under a state-owned group. Even if my performance is mediocre and I don't earn much money, it's not fair to belittle and belittle me like this, right?
But then I thought about it, and what this woman said is damn true. I've never been valued at work, and I've never been promoted in more than ten years. I was even dumped by my wife. It's a miserable middle age...
But this woman's mouth is really too nasty. We were husband and wife, and I just made sure you were comfortable. Now she's showing you no mercy at all.
Zhao Lin's cold voice continued in my ears, "Chen Zhongyan, I haven't asked you to pay a single penny in child support. You'd better not meddle in our daughter's affairs."
I was furious and walked over, saying, "What are you talking about? My daughter is part of my life too. I'm her father, why can't I say anything?"
She turned and stared at me, her face full of contempt, "Look at you, I can't let Ni'er follow in your footsteps and become like you."
I was enraged, "What about me? What kind of person am I? You tell me."
Zhao Lin snorted coldly, said nothing, and continued to sip the red wine in her glass. I pointed at her and said, "Fine, Zhao Lin, since I'm so worthless in your eyes, don't fucking come to me if you want to sleep with someone else. Go find whoever you want."
She got angry too and sneered, "Save it! You think you're so great? Do you think I can't live without you? I just use you because you're safe and easy to take care of. These days, three-legged toads are hard to find, but there are plenty of two-legged men. If I really wanted to find someone outside, I could easily find someone younger and better than you. Do you really think you're a treasure? Who the fuck cares!"
As she spoke, she stood up and walked towards the study, "I have to work now, you can leave!"
I was really angry at this woman. I felt that my male pride had been challenged. I grabbed her wrist and said fiercely, "What the fuck did you say? Say it again!"
She stared at me without showing any weakness, "Try touching me? I'll make sure you never see your daughter again, you believe me?"
Faced with her seemingly sacred and inviolable demeanor, I deflated and let go of her hand.
After using the guest bathroom, I walked through the living room towards the outside. Zhao Lin was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, smoking and working on a case on her laptop. An ashtray sat beside her, and a wine glass and a bottle of red wine sat on the coffee table.
She was still wearing that spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing her cleavage and beautiful legs, even her underwear was partially visible—a very alluring pose. But I had absolutely no interest in her at that moment.
“Zhongyan…” she called out to me, her voice soft.
I stopped but didn’t turn around. She apologized, “What I said earlier was a bit harsh. I hope you don’t mind. If…”
She hesitated, then continued, “If you want, you can stay tonight.”
I sneered, “Attorney Zhao, are you doing me a favor? No need…”
I turned to look at her, mockingly saying, “If you can’t sleep alone, find someone else. Anyway, three-legged toads are hard to find, but there are plenty of men. I’m not playing along.”
“Go to hell!” Zhao Lin grabbed a cushion and threw it at me.
I gave another cold laugh and left the mansion without looking back.

4.
On the drive home, memories flooded back. Zhao Lin and I met at a friend's gathering; it was almost love at first sight. We got married after only a year, when she had just graduated with her bachelor's and master's degrees.
Although we were head over heels in love before marriage and our married life was harmonious, as time went on, significant differences emerged in our personalities, lifestyles, and worldviews.
Zhao Lin was strong-willed and career-driven; her goal was to become a senior partner at a major law firm. In contrast, I was somewhat unambitious and content with the status quo.
Over the six years of our marriage, Zhao Lin grew increasingly dissatisfied with my lack of ambition and complacency. Moreover, the poor performance of our design institute in recent years had widened the income gap between us, making her look down on me even more.
If I were willing to be the weaker party in the family, things might have been peaceful—for example, by being a good husband and catering to Zhao Lin's needs in that area—and perhaps we could have continued our marriage. But I'm not a weak man; my personality is as tough as that part of me. I couldn't stand my wife's nagging and bossiness, and we argued every few days.
Finally, we separated. However, I don't believe Zhao Lin divorced me because she had an affair, because as far as I know, she didn't date any other men after the divorce; otherwise, she wouldn't have maintained a physical relationship with me.
My relationship with her began one autumn night two years ago. It was my daughter's sixth birthday. Zhao Lin and I had dinner out with the child and then drove them back to Zhao Lin's place.
My daughter wanted to stay with me a little longer, so we went upstairs together. After settling my daughter down to sleep, I went to the living room and saw Zhao Lin had already showered and was sitting on the sofa drinking red wine in a spaghetti strap nightgown. She asked me to have a drink with her.
We drank and chatted. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were partially hidden. She was such a charming and alluring young woman that I couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction. Since the divorce, Zhao Lin has been single, and I, aside from occasionally going to nightclubs with colleagues and friends, have also been single.
I can't remember who initiated it, but we ended up embracing. I kissed Zhao Lin while reaching under her nightgown to touch her breasts; we were both desperately in love. Zhao Lin murmured in my arms, "Carry me inside."
I carried her into the bedroom, and everything happened naturally. Since then, we've maintained this relationship. We were husband and wife for six years; I'm the father of her daughter, and she's the mother of my child. There's no awkwardness between us, except we can no longer live together.
I think perhaps this is the best and only way for Zhao Lin and me to get along. Although she still looks down on me, she's still quite satisfied with my performance in bed.
I don't know how long this relationship can last. Maybe it will end when one of us finds a partner?
Amidst my swirling thoughts, I suddenly thought of that girl again, that teenage high school girl. Since my encounter with her today, her pitiful beauty has left a deep impression on me; her beautiful and graceful figure has appeared in my mind more than once.
Now, at this moment, after my unpleasant parting with my ex-wife, on this late spring night, I wonder what she's doing now? Will I ever see her again?
I originally thought I would never see that girl again in my life, but unexpectedly, one day she contacted me.
That morning, I received a call at work from an unknown number. I assumed it was a loan salesman and hung up without thinking.
A moment later, the number dialed again, and this time I answered.
"Uncle, do you remember me?" came her voice from the other end of the line.
I was quite surprised. Why would she contact me? And how did she know my number?
Although I immediately recognized her and was secretly pleased that she had contacted me first, I still asked in a surprised tone, "You are...?"
"The girl you took us out of school that day? You haven't forgotten, have you?"
I pretended to suddenly realize, saying, "Oh, it's you! What's up? Is there something you need?"
"Uncle, I..." she hesitated, then said, "I want to ask you for another favor..."
I laughed, "You want me to take you out of campus again?"
"No... this time it's much more troublesome than last time..." The girl seemed cautious, afraid I would be too forward.
I could tell she was in trouble, but I didn't understand why she wanted help from a complete stranger like me. What still puzzled me was where she got my number.
"How did you get my number?" I decided to figure this out first before trying to understand how she needed my help and whether I should help her at all.
"After we bought the sandwiches that day, when we got into your car, I saw your phone number on the license plate under the windshield, and I memorized it."
I had a small sign with my phone number on it on the lower right corner of my windshield so that if I blocked someone's car while parking, they could notify me to move it.
I thought to myself, she memorized the number with just one glance; her memory is really good. Maybe she was even planning to send the number to her teacher, classmates, or family if she suspected I had any ulterior motives? This girl not only has a good memory but is also quite clever.
"So, how do you plan for me to help you?"
Under my questioning, the girl revealed the whole story. Two boys at school liked her, and because of her, they got into a fight outside the school, which ended up at the police station. Although she knew nothing about this, or even that the two boys liked her, her homeroom teacher still asked her to meet with her parents.
She didn't want her parents to know, so she asked me for help, requesting that I pretend to be her parent and meet with the teacher at school.
"Why didn't you tell your parents? Since this has happened, and the teacher has requested it, you shouldn't keep it from them."
Although I could sense her reliance and trust in me, a stranger, and felt comfortable with it, this was a different matter than taking her out of the school last time. I had to be cautious and couldn't easily agree.
"My father... he passed away when I was little..." the girl murmured.
"I'm sorry..." I could only apologize, then asked, "And your mother?"
"My mother... works in another city. She's very busy, and I don't want her to worry about me. I also don't want my grandparents to know, so they won't worry. Besides, they'll definitely tell my mother..."
the girl stammered, then pleaded, "Uncle, can you help me with this?"
I was immediately torn. Honestly, I really wanted to help her; she was so pitiful, but asking me to pretend to be a high school girl's parent and meet with the teacher at school was something I couldn't do. On one hand, I didn't want to cause trouble for myself; on the other hand, it would be irresponsible to that girl.
"Thank you for your trust, but I can't agree to your request, otherwise it would be irresponsible of you..." I said, steeling my heart. "I advise you to contact your family, like a relative or elder, rather than have me impersonate them!"
"I have few relatives, and our relationships are so-so. I don't want to trouble them..."
I found it a little funny; she didn't even want to trouble her relatives, yet she planned to trouble me, a stranger she'd only met once.
"Then I'm afraid I can't help you. Why don't you ask someone else?
" "I can't find anyone else. After thinking it over, I can only ask you."
The girl was almost crying on the phone. I really wanted to grit my teeth and agree, but I still said, "I'm sorry, little sister, I have something to do..."
"Well... okay then! I won't trouble you any further. Goodbye, Uncle." "Her tone was filled with deep disappointment.
At that moment, I couldn't bear it and blurted out, 'Um, little sister…'
'Yes, Uncle…' she seemed to see hope again.
I forced myself not to soften and said, 'I'm sorry, I can't help you, I've disappointed you.'
'It's nothing, Uncle…' she said again, her smile forced, 'I was too abrupt, please don't take it to heart, goodbye.'
After the call, the girl's pitiful appearance flashed before my eyes. I thought, she must have really encountered difficulties, and had no other choice but to seek help from a stranger like me. On the other hand, it also showed that she had a good impression of me, her uncle, and felt that I was someone she could trust and rely on. But I refused her; was that a bit heartless?
I thought again, and maybe I would never see her again. But I didn't want that; her image had been lingering in my mind all these days.
After much hesitation, I dialed the number.

5.
'Uncle!'" "As soon as the call connected, the girl spoke excitedly on the other end, her voice full of hope.
I decided to follow my heart and asked, 'There's a problem. As the father of a girl your age, am I too young? I guess your teachers might not be as easily fooled as that security guard from the other day, right?'
The girl laughed immediately. 'No problem. I've already thought it through. I'll say you're my stepfather. What do you think?'
I wanted to laugh inwardly. This little devil actually came up with such a trick, and she had already planned it out beforehand. Perhaps thinking I still had reservations, she laughed again, 'There's no rule that says my mom can't find a husband a few years younger than her, don't you think? Uncle, please, Agassi.'"
The girl regained her lively and adorable self from that day, and my heart fluttered. "There's one more question..." "
Um, um, you go ahead, Uncle..."
"What if your mom goes to school one day and finds out you asked me to pretend to be her husband..."
"It's okay, it's okay..." the girl cheerfully interrupted me. "My mom's always in Beijing, very busy, rarely comes back, how could she have time to go to school? Even if she finds out, I would never betray you, no matter what. Being beaten, scolded, even subjected to torture like being put on a tiger bench, having chili water poured down my throat, or having bamboo skewers driven into my fingernails, that's my problem, it has nothing
to do with you. Don't worry! My dear Agassi." I was amused by her, in a great mood, and laughed, "Speaking of which, is your mom really that ruthless? She even uses those torture methods those spies from the Sino-American Cooperative Organization use on you? Is she your biological mother or your stepmother? Even a stepmother wouldn't be this ruthless, would she?"
She laughed too, "I was just saying! Just an example... Uncle, so you agree?"
"Did I have a choice?" "You little rascal..." I felt like we were quite close.
"Hehe, you're so nice, uncle, handsome and kind..."
"Come on, are you trying to sweet-talk me again?"
"Hehe..."
I decided to joke with her, "So how are you going to thank me?"
She laughed happily, "Any way you want to thank me is fine! You've helped me so much, whatever you want with me!"
"Really? You can thank me however you want?" For a moment, a wicked thought surged into my mind, even making me a little excited.
But this thought vanished in an instant, and I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. I cursed myself inwardly, "Chen Zhongyan, what are you doing? How could you say such a thing to a young girl?"
Sure enough, the girl on the other end of the phone fell silent. Just as I was about to speak, she laughed again, "Uncle, you are my good uncle, like a family elder to me. I am truly grateful to you and will thank you properly."
I felt secretly ashamed. What a sweet girl! I actually said such things to her. I laughed and said, "Little sister, Uncle was just joking with you! Uncle doesn't need you to thank me. As long as you are well, Uncle will be happy."
"Thank you, Uncle!"
"When can I come to your school?"
"This afternoon? Are you free?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Okay, this afternoon."
The girl then arranged a time to meet me, thanked me again, said goodbye, and ended the call.
I couldn't help but ask myself, "Do I really want to do this?" Pretending to be a stranger's stepfather to fool a teacher? That's a bit absurd, isn't it? And I admit, a major reason I agreed to do this was because I was deeply attracted to that girl.
This made me uneasy. But the die was cast, and I had no choice but to go for it.
As soon as I entered the school, I saw the girl waiting for me in the distance. She saw me too, waved, and called out, "Agassi..."
I quickened my pace and walked over. She was wearing a school uniform: a white short-sleeved shirt with a light blue shawl, a dark pleated skirt, lace-up flat shoes, and white socks. Her hair was flowing down her shoulders; she was still pure, beautiful, and breathtakingly gorgeous. I noticed her legs were quite long, practically super long.
I joked with her, "From now on, you can't call me 'uncle' anymore; you should call me 'Dad.'"
"I know! I haven't even seen the teacher yet!" the girl laughed heartily.
Every second I spent with her was so pleasant, like a gentle breeze. We walked together towards the teaching building.
"By the way, what's your name? Don't let your teacher find out later." I asked as we walked.
"Li Meishan, Li as in 'beautiful,' and Shan as in 'arriving late.'"
I thought to myself, what a beautiful name, truly fitting for her.
"Uncle, may I ask your name?" Li Meishan put her hands behind her back, looking at me with a mischievous smile, her charming demeanor captivating.
"What name would a grown man like me have?" I laughed, "My surname is Chen, Chen Zhongyan, Chen as in 'ear east,' Zhongyan as in 'honest advice is hard to hear'..."
My name is also a reflection of my more than ten years in the workplace. I always thought that honest advice, though hard to hear, was beneficial, and I spoke out regardless of the occasion, offending many people, including some leaders. This is also a major reason for my career setbacks. Some people younger than me, who joined the institute later than me, have already obtained some official positions, while I am still a nobody, without any senior professional title. Apart from being in charge of some projects, my position and title have remained stagnant.
Fearing she hadn't understood, I explained again, "The 'zhong' in 'loyalty,' and the 'yan' in 'speech.'"
"Oh..." Li Meishan frowned slightly, raising her right index finger to her chin, seemingly lost in thought, "It sounds like a writer's name..."
I smiled and said, "You mean Chen Zhongshi, the author of *White Deer Plain*?"
"Yes, yes, yes..." Li Meishan seemed enlightened, removing her right index finger from her chin, pointing at me and laughing, "That's exactly what I meant. Uncle, you're so knowledgeable."
I shook my head and laughed, "That's what you call knowledgeable?"
I then asked her what year she was born. I needed to know more about her, since we were pretending to be father and daughter; the more details I knew, the better, just in case.
"I was born in '98, I'm seventeen this year. Uncle, what year are you?"
I told her I was born in 1979, and I'm thirty-six this year.
"Sigh!" I sighed and laughed, "I never thought I'd become the stepfather of such a grown girl."
"I'm sorry, Uncle..." Li Meishan stammered apologetically, then laughed, "But you're not really at a disadvantage. My mom is a few years older than you, but she looks very young and beautiful. You're not being wronged as her husband."
I looked at her helplessly and laughed, "You brat, what are you saying? I was just joking and expressing my feelings. Is it okay for you to find your mom a husband like that?"
She reached out and took my arm, laughing, "I was just joking! Haha..." I
couldn't help but secretly admire how open-minded the post-90s generation was, daring to say anything and make any joke. At that time, the post-90s generation was still a very young generation.
We walked and talked, her hand always on my arm. I thought, she probably considered me a very familiar friend or a kind elder, that's why she did that, right? And since we were pretending to be father and daughter, this was good, it made it easier for us to get into character.
I noticed she was quite tall. Wearing flats, she walked beside me, only a few centimeters shorter than me, who is 1.76 meters tall.
"Meishan, how tall are you?"
she asked with a smile, linking arms with me. "1.67 meters, not short, right?"
"Of course!" I laughed. "Among girls, you're considered tall... And how much do you weigh? Can you tell me?"
"Ninety-five pounds."
I thought to myself, she's almost 1.7 meters tall, but only weighs ninety-five pounds—very slender. Unexpectedly, she pouted and said, "I feel so fat. I wish I could lose a few more pounds."
"Good heavens!" I laughed, looking at her. "You're already so thin, how can you lose any more? Any more and you'll look sickly."
I thought her figure was really good, and her proportions were excellent; her legs looked long. If this girl grew a few years older and gained some mature charm, she would be absolutely stunning.
Along the way, I was afraid of running into my nephew, but thankfully it was during class time, and there were almost no students on campus.
As we approached the teaching building, Li Meishan said to me, "Uncle, could you ask my teacher for leave later so I can leave campus after my afternoon classes?"
I smiled and asked, "What? Going out again?"
"No, I just wanted to... treat you to a meal to thank you for your help."
"No need, Meishan, I helped you not for your thanks, I just wanted to help you."
"But, I really want to thank you..." she looked at me almost pleadingly.
I smiled, "Well, Meishan, you have evening self-study tonight! Eating will take up too much time! How about later? When we have time, we can eat
together, okay?" Actually, I also wanted to spend more time with her. But I was conflicted. She was so young, only seventeen. Why should an older man like me get so close to a young girl? People would say I was immature, even indecent.
"Don't lie to me! You adults love to lie." She pouted at me, her expression a mix of reproach and playfulness, and I was once again captivated by her charming demeanor.
"Hmm..." I nodded, "I won't lie to you."
"Okay then." She smiled sweetly.

6.
Arriving at Ms. Li Meishan's office, she introduced me to her teacher and then went to teach her class, saying she would come to find me after class.
Li Meishan's homeroom teacher was a chubby, bespectacled man in his forties. He said to me, "Mr. Chen, are you really Li Meishan's father?"
He seemed a little skeptical, after all, my surname is Chen and I'm quite young. I calmly smiled and said, "Yes! But I'm her stepfather; my wife is a few years older than me."
"No wonder..." The homeroom teacher adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Chen, please have a seat."
He then talked to me for a while. The homeroom teacher said that Li Meishan's grades were good, and if she worked harder, she had a chance to get into a 985 university next year. However, if she continued to be playful, she might not even get into a 211 university and would only be able to go to an ordinary university.
He also said that Li Meishan paid too much attention to her appearance; her usual attire didn't resemble that of a middle school student but rather that of a white-collar woman. She was very conspicuous at school, and many boys liked her and even pursued her, which led to this incident. Although this incident was caused by the two boys' unrealistic expectations, and Li Meishan was not responsible, she should still pay attention to her usual words and actions, so as not to give boys any illusions or cause misunderstandings. The college entrance exam is next year, and we're now in the final sprint. Don't get distracted, and don't let anyone else get distracted, and so on.
I quickly said that we parents would cooperate with the school, strengthen our discipline of our child, and absolutely not cause the school any trouble. Although I felt some of the homeroom teacher's words were unreasonable—what did she mean by "don't let anyone else get distracted"? Li Meishan could only control herself; could she control others liking her and fighting for her? Considering I was just an outsider hired by Li Meishan, temporarily acting as her parent, why say more?
After Li Meishan finished class, I met with her, told her about my conversation with the homeroom teacher, and said it wasn't a big deal; the school just wanted parents to be aware of the situation and cooperate with the school's work, after all, it's the senior year.
"Alright, I've fulfilled my mission, I'll be going now," I said with a smile.
The little girl seemed a bit reluctant to leave, saying she'd walk me to the school gate. I asked, "Aren't you going to class?" She said the next period was self-study.
I didn't want to part with her like this either; whether we'd see each other again was another matter! So I walked with her towards the school gate.
“Meishan, you’re something else! Only seventeen, and you’ve already got two groups of boys fighting for you. What will you be like in a few years? Are you some kind of reincarnation of Su Daji from *Investiture of the Gods*?” I laughed
, looking at her. Li Meishan blushed and said, aggrieved, “No way! I don’t even know those two boys. We’ve barely spoken a few words. How was I supposed to know they were going to do this? It’s none of my business!”
I patted her shoulder and laughed, “Uncle understands, I was just kidding. But Meishan…”
I paused, then said, “Your teacher was right about one thing: no matter what others say, be mindful of your own words and actions. Don’t give people false hope, and definitely don’t let them misunderstand. Of course, I’m not saying you’ve ever acted inappropriately, just be more careful. It’s for your own good.”
“Yes, I know…” Li Meishan nodded and smiled.
I asked Li Meishan if her mother rarely interfered with her. A hint of melancholy crept into Li Meishan's eyes. She explained that her mother had married a wealthy man in Beijing over ten years ago and had a half-brother with him. Her mother rarely returned home, and the man didn't seem to like her much, so she rarely went to Beijing either.
Mother and daughter didn't see each other often; she had been primarily raised by her grandparents, with her mother only providing financial support.
Regarding this incident, she didn't want her family to know because even if her mother found out, she wouldn't come back. Besides scolding her on the phone, nothing else would happen, so why let her know? Her grandparents were old and wouldn't understand these things; besides worrying, they would scold her for being indiscreet.
As for her relatives, she didn't want to trouble them, and she didn't want them to know about this, otherwise she would become their gossip, a "bad girl" who seduced boys.
So, after much thought, the only person who could help her in this matter was me. The time I took her out of the school made her feel that I was a reliable person.
After listening to Li Meishan's words, I deeply felt that this girl lacked parental love during her upbringing. Although she lacked nothing materially, the absence of parental companionship made her a lonely girl deep down, quite pitiful. This made me feel even more sorry for her.
At the school gate, as we were about to part, Li Meishan suggested adding me on WeChat so we could stay in touch. I added her.
I told her to go back to class, but she said she'd watch me leave, so I had to agree. Just as I stepped out of the school gate, under the watchful eyes of several security guards, she waved and called out, "Dad, goodbye, I'll miss you."
I waved back, "Go back! Go back quickly..."
She continued waving, wiping away tears that welled up in her eyes. I turned and walked towards my car, inwardly marveling at the unexpected connection between myself and this beautiful girl. In
the days that followed, Li Meishan and I frequently contacted each other on WeChat.
Li Meishan loved chatting with me, willing to share everything with me, whether happy or troubled. I often used my adult experience and perspective to guide her, helping her analyze and resolve her worries.
By then, I was able to gradually enter this girl's world and understand why she, at such a young age, was so eager to chat with me, an older man.
Despite her cheerful and lively appearance, she was actually quite melancholic inside. She lost her father at a young age and was left in the care of her grandparents. Although her grandparents treated her very well, the age difference was too great, and they often struggled to understand her thoughts and feelings. She had very few friends her own age; the girl I had taken her out of the school with that day was practically her only friend her age.
But that girl was the same age as her and couldn't communicate with her like I could. Over time, she became increasingly dependent on me and more and more willing to seek solace in the adult world through me.
My reason told me not to get too close to this girl who was nineteen years younger than me; it wouldn't be good for either of us, especially for her.
Li Meishan asked me to meet her, inviting me to dinner to thank me for helping her that day. After much internal struggle, I chose to refuse. To avoid disappointing her and losing face, I told her I was very busy with work and couldn't find the time, and we could talk later.
I also reminded her that there were only six months left until the college entrance exam, and she should seize the time to study and try to get into a good university.
After that, Li Meishan didn't suggest meeting again. I guess as a girl, after being politely rejected once, she was too embarrassed to bring it up again.
Not only that, I intentionally reduced my contact with Li Meishan on WeChat. On the one hand, it was to allow her to concentrate on her studies; on the other hand, I felt that we couldn't continue like this, otherwise we would both get involved.
Gradually, my contact with Li Meishan stopped, and I only occasionally learned some clues about her from her WeChat Moments. Sometimes I wondered, facing the initiative of such a beautiful and charming girl, as a man, it should be an incredibly exciting thing, but I chose to avoid it. Was I being too foolish?
I smiled bitterly to myself, while also reminding myself, "Chen Zhongyan, that girl is nineteen years younger than you. What do you want? What can you do?"
I silently prayed to God that the girl would be alright, that she would successfully complete her college entrance exams and get into her dream university.
Time flew by, and seven months passed, marking my thirty-seventh year in life.
During those seven months, life remained the same. I went to work, came home, spent time with my daughter, read books, practiced boxing at the gym, and watched European league matches to my heart's content. Reading, boxing, and watching football were my three greatest hobbies; I basically had no other interests.
The unpleasant parting that night didn't affect my relationship with Zhao Lin. We shared a daughter and had a long-term physical relationship; what grudge could there be?
Aside from seeing each other for our daughter, we made love once or twice a week, like an ordinary married couple.
My workplace received an aid project in Africa and began preliminary planning and civil engineering design. After next year's Spring Festival, we will send designers there permanently.
No one in the institute wants to go. Although the subsidies are high, who wants to stay in such a remote, poor, and underdeveloped place for two or three years?
There's a retired senior engineer in the unit who was rehired; I worked under him when I first started working, so he's like my mentor. He advised me to seize this opportunity; going for two or three years might turn my career around. He also said the leadership had the same idea.
I remained noncommittal, thinking to myself, if others don't want to go, I don't want to go either.
Speaking of which, as a divorced bachelor, with my ex-wife's family taking care of my child, and my parents in their sixties with no ties, and having spent over a decade in the hospital, participating in numerous projects and even serving as a project leader, I'm the most suitable candidate.
But what I'm thinking is that if I go, Zhao Lin, unable to bear the loneliness, will definitely be with another man. Deep down, although we haven't been husband and wife in name, we've had a de facto relationship, and I still harbor the fantasy of getting back together with her.
Honestly, Zhao Lin, as a woman, while a bit assertive, is beautiful, talented, educated, and has a good social standing; she's also financially well-off. Whoever is her husband would be incredibly prestigious. When we were married, many people around us envied me, and I really didn't want any other man to snatch this advantage.
Another point is that subconsciously, I haven't given up on the idea of reuniting with Li Meishan, even though I keep telling myself not to think that way.
Yes, for the past few months, I've often found myself thinking about Li Meishan. She should be eighteen this year and has already finished her college entrance exams. But since last October, I haven't contacted her once, and she hasn't contacted me either. We're like two trains on different tracks, never to intersect again.
One day in mid-June, I felt I should check on Li Meishan's college entrance exams. After all, I'd met her twice, and we'd even pretended to be father and daughter. This girl has always lingered in my mind.
I sent her a text message on WeChat, asking how her exams went.
I waited a while, but she didn't reply. I wondered, did she not see it? Or had she already erased me from her life, treating me like a stranger she didn't want to contact anymore?
I thought, if it's the latter, then so be it! Actually, it's fine; let it be a beautiful memory in life.
Just as my thoughts were in turmoil, Li Meishan dialed my number. Looking at the name I had thought of countless times over the past few months on the phone screen, my heart raced.
"Uncle..." Li Meishan called out to me as soon as the call connected.
Seven months later, I heard her voice for the first time. She still called me the same way she always had, as if it were yesterday. Before my eyes, I seemed to see that beautiful, tall girl again.

(To be continued)

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/63351.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=63351&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Journey 3

Next Page : We are a married couple and cordially invite single men or couples from Hangzhou and surrounding areas to a passionate gathering this July.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

An older man's confession: My story with a female high school student (1-6)

comment Open a new window to view comments