With the lewd and pretty doctor

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Li was a young female internist I knew. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was quite attractive. She was about 1.63 meters tall, with long, jet-black hair always tied in a ponytail that cascaded down her back. She had long eyelashes, and her eyes, though not large, were double-lidded. When she smiled, her eyes narrowed, revealing two shallow dimples. If she laughed heartily, she would reveal two very charming little canine teeth. Her teeth were very white and clean. She liked to wear skirts, and I first noticed her because of her frequently changing and sexy dresses. However, she wasn't very talkative and rarely chatted with people. After get off work, she would go straight to her rented apartment. I had always regretted not having a chance to get to know her. Three years ago, one summer morning, she was seeing patients at her clinic. I went to see her to ask her a question because of a patient a friend had asked me to help with. I remember that day; there weren't many patients, and they were all seeing specialists. She was the only one in the consultation room. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, wore a touch of light lipstick, and sat there reading. Underneath her white top was a blue and white striped dress, the hem of which was not visible, with flesh-colored stockings and red sandals. I coughed lightly, and she looked up, smiled politely, and asked, "Is there something you need?" I explained, pulling up a chair to sit down beside her. After she answered my question, I didn't want to leave, so I chatted casually, asking where she lived. She smiled and said, "In **Apartment." I said, "How can I contact you if I need your help?" She then gave me the address in detail, which I memorized. Later, I asked, "Where does your boyfriend work?" "I don't have a boyfriend yet," she replied. On a whim, I asked, "Aren't you off work this afternoon? What are you doing?" She thought for a moment and replied, "Reading in my room!" I then continued, "I'm free. How about I come over to hang out?" She considered it for a moment and said, "That's not a good idea. I don't have any hobbies! Forget it!" Still unwilling to give up, I shamelessly said, "It's okay, I can come over to your place. How about we chat?" Seeing that I wouldn't give up, she politely replied, "Okay! Maybe another time!" I was about to say something more when a patient walked in. So I stood up, turned around, and said, "Wait for me at noon!" She didn't answer, so I had to leave dejectedly.
After lunch, it was very hot. I washed myself thoroughly with shower gel, sprayed on some cologne, bought a large pineapple, and then took a taxi to find her. The apartment she mentioned was very easy to find, and her place had a very conspicuous sign, so it was easy to find her dormitory. After going up five floors, I arrived at the door and saw some underwear hanging on the wire mesh. There was a bright red bra and panties, very sexy. I thought to myself, if she was wearing those, judging from the style of the underwear, I could conclude that although she was a very introverted person, she was quite sexually active. Moreover, based on my experience, women like that, once they unleash their energy, are very formidable. Actually, I was hesitant at the time. After all, everyone's impression of her was that she was cold and aloof; no one had become her friend because she didn't like to communicate much. Therefore, many people didn't really know her. Of course, this also meant there was very little negative news about her. As for introverted people, my understanding is that, as long as they aren't homosexual, they also have emotions and desires, and crave passion. It's just that they're always afraid of a certain force, afraid that their inner world will be understood by ordinary people. Therefore, all you need is the key to unlock their hearts. Their common weakness is that once you win their hearts, it's easy to win their bodies. And this is what we, as their confidants, crave. Thinking of this, I cleared my throat and gently knocked on the door. "Who is it?" came her sweet voice from inside. "Me!" I answered instinctively, then felt silly. After all, we had only spoken once that morning; how could she possibly recognize my voice?
She didn't ask any more questions, opened the door, and, having probably just showered, changed into a peach-colored nightgown and red slippers. She wasn't wearing stockings, making her legs appear very white. Her hair was wet and disheveled, and her clothes were soaked. She dried her hair with a towel, looking at me with surprise. "It's you? Is something wrong?" It seemed she wasn't very welcoming of me, this uninvited guest. This was crucial; a disagreement could prevent me from getting in and leave me in a bad mood. So, I coughed lightly and smiled, speaking in the softest voice I could muster, "Nothing, it's just that when I was trying to sleep, I suddenly remembered I haven't kept a promise with you. I tossed and turned for ages, unable to fall asleep. And I figured I'm a grown man, I can't break my word, right?" I thought to myself, the key to success or failure depended on whether she let me in, so I had to be as disgusting as possible, saying something classic, cheesy, and likely to touch her heart. But she wasn't appreciative at all. She just smiled faintly and said, "Okay, now that you've come and done your job, you can go back and rest, right?" I almost spat out blood when I heard that, but even though my blood was boiling inside, I remained calm and said in a kind and gentle voice, "No way! To show my sincerity, I walked a very, very long way here and climbed five flights of stairs. I'm so tired and thirsty now, and it's so hot. I'm already feeling a bit faint. You can't just leave me to die! Can I just rest for a bit and have some water before I leave?" When communicating with women, your wording is crucial. Here, I used "maybe" instead of the more common "is that so?", which makes a qualitative difference. This is something I learned from doing social surveys in college. I never thought I'd use it in picking up girls. Hehe.
Seeing she couldn't refuse, she reluctantly let me in. The room wasn't big: a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Exactly as I'd imagined. I casually handed her the large pineapple, which she took with surprise, looking at me. I said seriously, "I'm sorry, the people in our neighborhood are so indifferent, so all the flower shops nearby have closed down. Only the fruit shop is still open, so I could only buy this pineapple!" She chuckled, revealing her little tiger teeth. "You're so funny!" she laughed. Seeing an opportunity, I continued seriously, "Hey, miss, you're not going to leave me standing here! At least give me a fan so I can cool off!" "Then please sit in the bedroom. The host's things are still in the living room, they haven't been moved yet!" she said reluctantly. So I went to her bedroom, opened the door, and found the air conditioner on—perfect. It was a small room of only a few square meters, with pink paint on the walls; the owner seemed to have a good sense of style. A large double bed was covered with a straw mat and a thin pink towel blanket. Next to the bed was a dressing table with some cosmetics. A tape recorder sat on a small table in the corner, next to several cassette tapes. In another corner was a clothes rack with her clothes hanging on it; they looked quite stylish. Although the room wasn't large, it was relatively tidy. She went to get some water, and I sat on the bed, observing the room's layout, looking for a way to start a conversation. She brought the water and placed it on the dressing table by the bed. Afraid of awkward silence, I asked, "Was my visit sudden?" She pulled up a stool and sat opposite me, combing her hair as she replied, "Yes, I thought you were just saying it casually, I didn't expect you to actually come!"
I chuckled. "I always keep my promises! That's my motto. Even if it's this sweltering heat today, I'd still come to see you even if it's raining knives! By the way, you have great taste. Your clothes are so fashionable. If I didn't know you were a doctor, I would have thought you were a white-collar worker at some company!" She smiled shyly, her face turning red like an autumn apple, making her look exceptionally charming.
"You're so good with words! Mine are all cheap stuff! They're not high-end at all!" Anyone who has read Mr. Li Zongwu's "The Thick Black Theory" knows his two most classic tricks: "Shorten the life of anyone you meet" and "Add wealth to your possessions." I use these tricks on everyone I meet, and they never fail. Plus, flattery never fails! I continued patting her, "Not at all, you're a girl with great taste. There aren't many women like you these days; most women are too superficial! You're very composed and seem to have a lot of depth!" Perhaps I was being too blunt, because she just smiled faintly, looked up at me, and said, "You're so good with words. I'm neither pretty nor talkative! Don't flatter me!" I continued with a smile, gazing intently into her eyes, and slowly said, "A woman doesn't have to be very beautiful. While you might not be considered beautiful, your气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance or poise) is something most girls can't surpass—that's your advantage!" She seemed to realize that continuing like this might cause problems, so she changed the subject, saying, "Don't you sleep at noon? I sleep every day at noon!"
Damn, hearing her words, my mood instantly turned icy. This was the most crucial moment; if I didn't handle it well, all my efforts would be in vain. I didn't answer, pretending not to understand her meaning, but just kept staring into her eyes and said, "Have you ever had a boyfriend? A girl like you must have had countless suitors in college!" She had stopped combing her hair and was slowly drinking water from her cup. "I don't like dating, it's tiring! Being alone is so much more comfortable!" Perhaps because I was thirsty, I downed the water in my cup in one gulp. Then I said, "No, actually, you're happier when you're with someone. After all, God created another person because He was afraid of someone being lonely!"
Therefore, women without men or men without women both feel lonely and isolated, especially at night. Sometimes, lying alone in bed, they feel particularly lonely and always want someone to talk to! These words seemed to touch her, and she lowered her head and said, "It depends on fate. If you haven't met the right person, you can't force it!"
I raised the cup and waved it at her, saying, "The cup is big, but there's not enough water. Can I have another?" She smiled and stood up, saying, "Can't you just say it properly?" Suddenly, a plan formed in my mind. I said, "Give me a cup of hot water, something hot to quench my thirst." She brought the cup to my side and handed it to me, saying, "Here you go, drink it!" I reached for it, but deliberately let it slip from her hand, spilling hot water all over my pants. It was indeed quite hot, but a small act of impatience could ruin a bigger plan. To get her, I endured it. "Ah!"
I deliberately yelled and jumped up. She hurriedly apologized, grabbed a tissue from the table, and started wiping my face. I pretended to fumble around wiping my face too. "You must have burned yourself," she asked. I put on an innocent face and said with a mischievous grin, "It's okay. By the way, do you have any salt?" "Yes, why do you need salt?" I laughed, "You might have burned yourself. Dip it in some salt and eat it while it's hot!" She laughed, revealing two rows of white teeth, and reached out a hand to hit me. I went along with it and pulled her into my arms. I grabbed her hand from behind her neck with my right hand. She rested her head on my arm, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall. She grabbed my other hand with her left hand. She struggled, but I held her tightly. She glared at me, as if she was about to get angry. I quickly lowered my head and sealed her mouth with mine. My tongue explored inside her mouth. She made "mmm, mmm" sounds, her teeth clenched together, trying to stop me. I used my tongue to pry open her teeth and we intertwined our tongues. She suddenly bit my tongue, and I released my grip in pain. She looked up but couldn't break free from my grasp, panting as she said, "Don't do this. We don't know each other well, and I already..."
This is crucial. To succeed, you must say extremely disgusting and cheesy things to keep her heart rate at 120 beats per minute, making her brain feel hot and bothered, ideally leaving her no time to think. This is the key to success or failure, so please remember this. "What does it matter? It only takes a minute to fall in love with someone. We've been together for 30 minutes, and I don't deny that I've liked you for 30 minutes. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Close your eyes!" After saying that, I pressed my lips tightly against hers!
Her struggles seemed to have lost their strength. I used all my kissing skills to gently intertwine my tongue with hers. She clumsily cooperated with me, but though clumsy, it was clear she was passionate, as she was already making soft moaning sounds. I thought, "My God! She's gorgeous!" I gently kissed her neck, occasionally licking her skin with the tip of my tongue. Each time my tongue touched her delicate skin, she would let out a soft moan. Since her struggles had become meaningless, my hands had more space. My tongue gently licked her ear. She closed her eyes, hunched her neck, and hummed softly, while her hands reached out and groped aimlessly all over my body. This excited me even more. I hugged her from the front, and my hands slowly moved to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were very firm and well-developed. I could feel her large nipples through her clothes. I touched her nipples with my fingertips through her silky clothes, and her moaning grew louder. I squeezed her breasts; they felt very firm and elastic. I was startled. Could she be a virgin? If an introverted girl loses her virginity, especially after years of celibacy, she's likely to become entangled in complicated relationships and prone to extremes. But at the time, I was incredibly bold and didn't care about anything else.
While passionately kissing her, I rubbed her nipples. Because they were large, I had the urge to pinch them hard, but I was afraid it would ruin the atmosphere. If it hurt her, she would refuse. But I couldn't stop myself, so I pinched her nipple hard. To my surprise, she cried out, seemingly enjoying it, and murmured, "Harder, ah, harder!" Following her instructions, I rubbed her nipple harder, then lowered my head and licked her other nipple through her clothes. After a few licks, I bit the middle of the nipple with my teeth and continued to apply pressure. Her cries gradually grew louder, like the cries of an orgasm. My other hand went under her skirt and touched her thigh. She moaned, rested her head on my shoulder, and twisted her body, making soft humming sounds. I touched her panties; they were silk, smooth to the touch. The area around her vagina was already damp and sticky. I gently rubbed her clitoris through the panties, and her moans grew louder. But then she started pushing my shoulders away and clamping her legs together. I tried to slip my hand under the edge of her panties, but couldn't reach her genitals. Just as I was about to forcefully separate her legs, she suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with a yearning yet bewildered expression. She pushed me away, muttering, "Don't do this! Don't touch here! Stop! Let's not continue!" Her words were a lie; she was already at her breaking point. I gently pulled her back into my arms, saying nothing, for words are powerless in the face of passion.

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