Female graduate student on the train

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During the May Day holiday in 2007, I planned to go back to my hometown. I took a sleeper train from Liaoning to Beijing, then transferred to a train back to Chengdu. Train tickets were incredibly difficult to buy; I only managed to get a hard seat.

I hurriedly boarded the train, placed my backpack on the luggage rack, and tidied up my belongings, watching people busily board. Soon everyone was on board, and the aisle was packed. The train slowly started moving, and the journey began in the carriage: some played cards, some read, and some immediately started drinking or sleeping. I was in the middle of a group of six. Opposite me sat a businessman. To his left was a tall, overweight young man carrying a large 3-liter drink. To his right was a woman in her thirties, a Christian, who kept discussing things with the businessman. She asked if I was a Christian, and I said no, but I didn't object. Religious freedom is a matter of personal choice. Next to me by the window was a female graduate student, a first-year student at Beijing Normal University, and quite pretty. To her right was a young woman working odd jobs, very lively, but not particularly attractive. We chatted, talking about all sorts of things.

Soon it was dinnertime, and everyone started eating—instant noodles, bread, and drinks. The young man took out his bread and gulped down his drink; in no time, a large piece of sushi was gone, and his drink was almost half empty. I was about to make myself some instant noodles when the pretty graduate student next to me took out a box. The aisle was a bit crowded, so I offered to help her get some hot water. We started chatting too. It turned out she went to university in Chengdu and had just been admitted to graduate school last year, studying psychology, mainly infant and toddler psychology—a very advanced field. We talked about things like part-time jobs, college graduates looking for work, society, and religion, because the woman across from me kept trying to get others to try Christianity, praising it to everyone.

Soon it was evening, around 9 pm, and people started going to sleep. I got up to check if there were any sleeper berths available in carriage 6, but they were all full. When I came back, I dozed off for a while on the edge of the small table, while the pretty girl next to me slept by the window. I placed my hand on my left thigh. Since I was leaning towards the table, my leg touched hers, and my hand accidentally brushed against it. She was probably fast asleep and didn't react. I placed my hand beside her leg and rubbed it a couple of times with the back of my hand; because I was wearing jeans, I didn't feel anything. I sat up straight, and she woke up, looked at me, and said, "Aren't you going to sleep?" I said, "Let's change positions. You can sleep on the table for a while." She looked at me and then lay down. At a stop, a very elegant young woman with a 5 or 6-year-old boy got on next to us. The working girl and I kindly let him sit between us, so I had to move further in. The graduate student also woke up, looked around without saying anything, and I said, "You should sleep on your stomach." So she lay down and fell asleep again. Because I moved further in, my left hand also touched the seat behind her from behind. I didn't dare hook my left arm back at the time, afraid of waking her. I only occasionally touched her back with my arm or my left arm. Through her thin t-shirt, I could see she had no fat at all, haha.

Soon it was midnight. At this time, the young woman with the little boy said she had found a sleeper berth and took the child with her. The beautiful graduate student also woke up and said, "How did she find one? Didn't you just check if there were any sleeper berths?" I said, "No, how would I know? The ticket collector said there weren't any." We chatted for a while, and suddenly she frowned. I asked, "What's wrong?" She said, "My stomach hurts a little." I said, "You've caught a chill, haven't you? Let me warm it up for you." She said, "What?" I said, "You should lie down." Before she could say anything more, I gently pressed her head onto the table. My hand reached behind her again, but this time I hooked it back, hugged her, and placed my hand on her stomach. She turned her head as if to say something, and I whispered in her ear, "It's okay, everyone's asleep, they can't see." I moved her coat, which was draped over her shoulders, up a little, and half-embraced her like that. After a while, I asked if she was feeling better, and she softly said, "Mmm." But I still didn't take my hand off her; I just stroked her stomach. Slowly, I moved upwards through her bra and touched her breast. It wasn't very big. She pressed my hand down, so I didn't move or pull away. Seeing that she wasn't resisting too much, I gently teased the upper part of her breast with my fingers. Finally, with my insistence, she lowered her hand and pretended to sleep, lying on the table. I touched her for a while, then moved my left hand up from above her bra and down to touch her entire breast. It was so light, I could easily hold it in my hand. Occasionally, I teased her nipples with my fingers, and slowly they hardened. At this point, she reached out and slapped me, probably indicating that I shouldn't play like that. I was also afraid that if she got upset, I wouldn't be able to play anymore. I continued to stroke her small breasts, sometimes the left, sometimes the right. The right side took a little more effort because my arm wasn't long enough. Gradually, I grew restless. I pretended to sleep on her back, my left hand casually playing with her right breast, while my right hand moved from her right side down to her lower abdomen, gently kneading it a few times. I was about to move down when she stopped me, grabbing my hand tightly. In the struggle, I felt her pubic hair, so soft. But ultimately, her insistence prevented me from continuing. I stroked her breasts a few more times with my left hand, but then I realized this wasn't a good look. The religious woman opposite us would occasionally open her eyes to look at us, though she didn't see what my left hand was doing. I gave up on this arrangement. I whispered in her ear, "Sit up." She obediently cooperated, and I pressed her head against my shoulder, letting her lean against me. She probably knew what I was about to do, saying, "Wait a minute," and turned the shirt that was draped over her back, covering her neck. With that, I supported her, my left hand slipping under her neck and caressing her breasts again. After playing for a while without much progress, it was already past midnight. We were both a bit sleepy, so I suggested we take a nap, and she agreed. I lay down on the table, and she lay on my back, and we both drifted off to sleep.

Morning arrived, and as people got up, the carriage became noisy again. We sat up straight and started preparing breakfast. Then we noticed the tall boy opposite us was gone; a Tibetan girl was sitting there, with rosy cheeks, a freshman in college, small and still a bit young, haha. We also started eating a little something. In the morning, she slept on the table again, her clothes still draped in front of her. I occasionally stroked her back. When she woke up and tried to get up, I said, "You can lie down for a while longer." She didn't object, so I reached over with my left hand as usual and continued to caress her breasts from below. I really couldn't resist, hehe. But soon we arrived in Sichuan. I put my right hand behind her back to unhook her bra, and she sat up and glared at me, indicating that it wasn't allowed. I patted her left waist and whispered in her ear, "Okay, okay, just like that." She leaned against me, pretending to sleep, while I continued to play with her left breast. The older woman opposite us had already moved to the middle, giving her seat to the older man who was sleeping. She and the Tibetan girl whispered to each other from time to time, glancing in our direction. Soon, we were almost in Chengdu. They glanced at us sideways, got up, grabbed their things, and headed towards the carriage exit. I didn't call her, and continued holding her and playing with her breasts until the train pulled into the station. She straightened up slightly and said someone was picking me up. I asked if it was her boyfriend, and she said no, just a close college classmate. She was visiting them during her vacation. The train arrived at the station quickly, and people started getting off with their luggage. That's when we separated. She was about to get her luggage from a chair, and I offered to help her. She shyly thanked me. As she prepared to leave, I said, "No rush, it's crowded, just wait a bit." Gradually, the rows in front and behind disappeared. We walked towards the train door, and suddenly I hugged her tightly and kissed her. She said, "Okay, my classmate is coming to pick me up." Oh, I let go of her. Just then, a boy leaned out of the window and waved to her. I followed her hurriedly towards the door.

This is absolutely a true story. I still miss her so much, a wonderful younger sister, a beautiful graduate student. Hehe.

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