A memory

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Life in two places at once
is really tough. I don't know how those couples who finally get together after many years manage to persevere. I feel like I'm about to collapse... Watching porn is disgusting, and my mind is starting to wander. I'll write something old to lighten the mood.
When I was still studying in China, I went on a business trip to a lab in another city for collaborative research. The lab's supervisor was very welcoming and proactively arranged accommodation for me, so I lived in the same building as the students there.
When I entered the lab, I noticed a girl with very fair skin and a ponytail, sitting quietly in a corner, blinking at me.
I wanted to take a closer look to see what she looked like, but I was already very tired, and thinking about the immense pressure I would be under every day, and the fact that I was only there for a few days, I simply didn't have the energy to do certain things... so I didn't think much of it.
Not long after, she came over and asked me how to analyze her experimental data. I figured that's what I was there for, so I slowly explained it to her and then helped her with it.
A while later, she came back, asking similar questions again… I explained it to her again, letting her do it herself while I watched.
Looking at her from the side, I suddenly noticed her long, thin eyelashes, slightly curled upwards. Up close, her skin was truly beautiful; her fair complexion had a faint pinkish tint, my favorite skin tone, because I think it makes girls look healthy. Girls who wear makeup or powder definitely don't have this natural, fresh look. Her nose was small and delicate, and very pert.
Because it was summer, I could see her chest skin was even whiter and smoother… her breasts were probably a B or C…
While I was lost in thought, she turned around with a half-smile and said, “What are you doing? I asked you how to do this?” I was speechless… So I quickly went over to continue teaching her. When I got close, I smelled a faint, pleasant fragrance—maybe not perfume? I worked
late in the lab that night, and she went home first. After finishing around 11 PM, I went back to my place alone, only to run into her again in the elevator.
I jokingly asked her if she wanted to grab some late-night snacks. She had that same half-smile, hesitant expression for a few seconds, then blushed… just as she seemed about to speak, I arrived. I chuckled and said, “Maybe next time, goodnight.” After getting off the elevator, I received a text from her boss asking if I was finished work; they were having late-night snacks and wanted me to come over. How enthusiastic… probably because of my boss.
I turned around and took a taxi, only to find it was a rather upscale place. Inside, a table full of middle-aged men… incredibly boring… I ate for a while and then went back to sleep, thinking on the way, “The academic world in China is so damn corrupt…”
When the weekend came, I said, “What are some fun places around here?”
She said, “I’ll take you for a walk by the lake.” So we went.
That day, she still had her hair in a ponytail, but she wore a tank top and a short skirt. I thought, “Oh no, I’m completely powerless against women with good figures in short skirts.”
The weather was lovely that day; the breeze by the lake was so pleasant, and the scenery was beautiful. We talked
for a long time. It was quite late when we walked back. When we got to the elevator, she said, "You can go up to the top floor here. Let's go see the stars
." I said, "Come on, can you even see stars in the city?" But we went anyway. There was no one on the rooftop. I took her hand; she looked down but didn't pull away.
I turned her to face me and kissed her lips. It felt warm and moist, but she clearly didn't know how to kiss; her lips were tightly closed, and she seemed lost… I hugged her tightly, but I didn't say anything—no "I like you," no "I love you," no "Be my girlfriend."
After that day, we would meet on the rooftop every night for a long time. To avoid being discovered by her classmates, we always went up separately. On the third day, she secretly came up in her pajamas, saying she had already showered and didn't want to change.
When I hugged her and kissed her, I slipped my hands inside her clothes and gently caressed her breasts. The skin there was so smooth… Holding such breasts gave me a surge of pleasure… I rubbed her already erect nipples with my palms. She didn't resist, but her body was clearly tense, and she didn't know where to put her hands.
I stroked her back to help her relax a little.
I asked her, "How does it feel?"
She said, "You're so naughty. My mind went blank. I don't know what it feels like."
I said, "Of course you have to be naughty. Would you like me if you weren't?"
But I was leaving in just two days. That last night on the rooftop, she wore that pink mini-skirt again. She finally learned to kiss, responding to me with her tongue, our tongues intertwining. I pushed her white bra up. I knew she liked me touching her breasts. At that moment, she would breathe softly in my ear, making my ear tickle.
I slipped one hand under her skirt and pressed on her sensitive area. She finally cried out, "Ah! No, don't be so rough!"
I gently began to rub, and she finally broke down, her juices flowing like a spring. Her whole body went limp against me, and she moaned softly.
I moved faster and faster, and her whole body became incredibly hot. Her legs were pressed tightly against me, and finally, her head tilted back, and her body went completely limp.
I asked her again, "How does it feel?" She ignored me...
I said, "I'm so hard down there, what should I do?"
She said, "You deserve it, what's it to me?"
I took out my penis, made her kneel in front of me, and begged her to bring both her hands to my penis, showing her how to rub it for better comfort. One hand should gently stroke my testicles, and the other should slowly stroke them.
I have to say her technique was terrible, and she didn't seem to be learning seriously, but the awkwardness of it all excited me immensely. Being caressed and surrounded by her delicate, soft hands, her face flushed, she knelt in front of me for a long time, finally ejaculating a huge amount, staining her chest, clothes, and skirt…
Later, we sat on the rooftop until dawn, barely sleeping before I boarded my flight. She saw me off at the airport. After landing, I received a text message saying that the moment I turned to enter the airport, she suddenly felt empty and sad.
The second time I went to W city, it was to revise our collaborative thesis. To have a place to concentrate on writing, my supervisor said I shouldn't stay in the student dorms anymore, but find a hotel. I thought that was fine; I wouldn't have to go to the rooftop anymore…
It was almost winter by then, and we met again. She was wearing a black scarf, which accentuated her rosy complexion and fair skin, her eyes full of smiles. I said, "Your dorms must be freezing in winter without air conditioning, right? Why don't you come to my place?" She struggled again, with the same expression as when I asked her out for late-night snacks. But this time, I got an answer. In the end, she went back to her dorm to get some clothes…
When we checked into the hotel, the owner gave us a knowing look. I thought, "What are you looking at? You run a shop right next to the school, don't you know how many times you've done this kind of business…" Once inside, we didn't care about anything else and just kissed. When I was halfway off her clothes, I suddenly suggested we take a shower together. Her face flushed bright red, and she said, "No way! I'm so embarrassed!"
Of course, after my persistent persuasion and seduction, she agreed…
In the steamy bathroom, I admired her body completely for the first time. Long, slender fingers, delicate collarbones, a youthful, unripe chest, a waist without an ounce of fat, and smooth, fair skin from head to toe.
Even now, a youthful figure remains my favorite. I've seen many men online discussing their preferences for mature women, but I can't understand… I guess I haven't reached that level yet… I gently licked her body with my tongue—behind her ears, her neck, her armpits, her breasts, her navel—and then teased her gently from top to bottom. In the bathtub, I lifted her body and buried my head between her legs.
She didn't know where to put her hands; one gripped the edge of the tub, the other stroked my head, unsure whether to push me away or press me in.
I sucked on her sensitive areas with my whole mouth, then repeatedly rubbed and stimulated them with my tongue. Perhaps she had never experienced such intense stimulation before, because soon her body tensed up and then went limp...
I raised my head and said, "Feeling good, huh? Hehe, I'm tired now, come and help me take a bath."
So she got up and carefully scrubbed me, which was really enjoyable... Although my technique wasn't very skilled, it was mainly the psychological enjoyment. Showering with a girl with a good figure has always been one of my favorite activities, but unfortunately, I haven't had many opportunities to enjoy it...
My current girlfriend always calls me a pervert whenever I make this request... When we got to the sensitive areas, I deliberately brought my penis close to her face, and she turned her head away, saying, "No, don't!" I said, "It's already clean, it's okay..."
So she carefully reached out and held it, sticking out her tongue and carefully licking it little by little. I said, "You have to lick the bottom too," and then she licked it back and forth from top to bottom. When she licked the bottom, she suddenly playfully sucked my testicles in. I quickly said, "No, no, don't use force, half of my life is there..." After licking for a while, I couldn't hold back anymore, so I let her lick the tip while I used my hand to stimulate myself. The pleasure became more and more intense, and I ejaculated, shooting all over her lips and cheeks...
After we finished showering, we lay naked on the bed and talked for a long time. In the middle of the night, she became excited again, lying on top of me, panting, and said, "I want to be your woman."
I said, "Will you regret it?"
She said, "I won't. I know your past, I know you have your ideals. I can't go with you, but I won't regret it."
When she left, I said not to see me off, that I was very sad, but that I probably wouldn't come back here for many years. She cried, without saying a word. After I got home, I received an email from her containing several photo booth pictures we took while shopping, and a sentence: "A woman may eventually marry a man who loves her, but she will never regret giving her first time to 　　the
man 　　she 　　loves
. 　　"

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