A romantic encounter at my brother's birthday party

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I've always wanted to write something to record the past. I like to take photos casually, without worrying about angles, colors, or composition; I just need to snap a picture with my phone to record the people and scenery at that moment. Writing, however, is a bit cumbersome, so I've been putting it off, and over time, it's piled up, becoming even more complicated. I've been struggling for a long time, unsure where to begin, but then I thought there were two equally captivating stories. Looking at the time, it's almost Singles' Day, so I'll start with the second one. Whether it's true or fictional, please treat it as a novel.
In my youth, beneath a calm exterior lay a restless heart, and I made a group of fun-loving brothers. One of them opened a bar in Sanlitun, Beijing, and we'd spend several days a week there playing cards, drinking, and casually glancing at various beautiful women. One year, on the eve of Singles' Day, it happened to be my buddy J's birthday. This guy was a returned overseas student and loved throwing parties; he could turn a karaoke bar into a nightclub. He booked out a whole bar for his birthday celebration. He even assigned tasks to the partygoers: a solo performance by a music academy student, a solo dance by a performing arts troupe member, a group dance by a girls' college student, and a few of us older men even formed a temporary singing group. Everyone took it very seriously, even going to the bar a few days in advance for a rehearsal. That night, more than eighty people showed up. The men were all dressed in suits and shirts, and the women were truly stunning. As night fell and the lights came on, the bar played soft music as people entered. Some of the girls wore cheongsams that hugged their voluptuous bodies, while others wore leather jackets and skirts with black knee-high boots. The thighs below their short skirts, from above the knee to just below the hips, were so white they seemed to glow, and their breasts were so prominent they were almost blinding. Under the dim light, my buddies' eyes roamed over the girls' bodies, as if they wanted to strip them naked and take them right there and then. As I was looking around, my brother C walked towards me, followed by a woman in red. He said she was his business partner and wanted to introduce me. Looking closer, I noticed she was tall, about 1.7 meters, with dark blue jeans that perfectly accentuated the curves of her calves and thighs. Her legs were straight, shapely, and long—just my type. She wore a white shirt with a lace-like trim at the collar, obscuring her figure, and a short red trench coat. She had long, wavy brown hair, bright eyes, white teeth, and red lips. "I'm X, nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand. She had two shallow dimples, and I gently shook her hand; it was cool to the touch. They found a place to sit.
The party officially began. As expected, every performance was amazing and exciting, winning rounds of enthusiastic applause and screams. Our little group sing-along also showcased our brotherly bond. After more than ten performances, it was time to have some free time. Foreign liquor, red wine, beer, cocktails—surrounded by alluring women, the crisp clinking of glasses sent a shiver down my spine. That evening, two high-ranking officials happened to be passing by. We'd tried to meet several times before but couldn't find the time, so I gave them my address and asked them to come over. By the time I went out to pick them up, I was already a little tipsy. Actually, I hadn't drunk much, but my alcohol tolerance is just terrible; I'd really embarrassed the DB guys. I was already a bit out of it when I went out to meet them. On the way back to our booth, I found X sitting alone, drinking a cocktail. I admit I'm a bit of a closet flirt; in bars, I'd only ever observe or join in the fun with my buddies, never actually approaching girls. Since we'd already greeted each other, and fueled by the alcohol, I went over. "What are you doing here alone?" She looked up, smiled, and remained silent. "Come sit over here. A friend is coming over." She took my hand, stood up, and followed me with her glass. The bar was crowded. I held her slightly cold hand as we made our way back to our booth.
The two newly arrived second-in-commands wore white shirts and jackets, looking quite refined. "Hypocrites in human clothing," I thought to myself with a smirk. After introducing themselves, X sat down next to me. My two buddies and I got straight to the point and started drinking. The music in the bar grew louder and faster; you had to shout to talk to the person across from you. I tried to create opportunities to chat with X on my left, but often I couldn't hear her clearly; I had to speak directly into her ear. Sometimes she would brush her hair back with her right hand, exposing her entire right profile to me. This gave me more room to maneuver when I spoke, allowing me to lightly touch her delicate cheek with my lips or her earlobe, breathing warm air into her ear as I spoke. She would reflexively shrink her neck slightly, but not flinch. Could this be... a chance? I wondered. The two buddies across from me grinned mischievously, watching X and me, practically rubbing their beer bottles together. Taking advantage of the moment we were talking sideways, I gently placed my hand on her right hand. She said, "Your hand is so big and warm!" I chuckled, "I'm a hot-blooded middle-aged man!" and clinked glasses. Emboldened, I moved her right hand away and placed it directly on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. Firm, rounded—my penis instantly hardened. She reached out and pinched the back of my hand; it didn't hurt. I felt uneasy; my penis was restless. While I was struggling with how to proceed, I noticed her eyes were slightly glazed. I moved closer to her, and her head rested against me. In a moment of excitement, I put down my drink, slipped my left arm around her waist, and cupped her cheek with my right in one fluid motion, kissing her. Her tongue was soft and agile, strangely cool and sweet. I relentlessly invaded her mouth, our tongues intertwining. It was so wild, unlike anything I'd ever done before! I glanced at the two guys across from me; they were clinking glasses and glancing at me too, accompanied by a "Fuck!"
She was getting aroused, her hands gripping my arm and back, sliding down to my legs, groping haphazardly towards my groin. My penis stood at attention, feeling like it was about to burst. A sudden inspiration struck me. I stood up, helped her up, and led her inside. Our destination was the dressing room for that night's performance; it usually served as an office, where a few gamblers often played mahjong. Less than ten meters away, I rushed in. Inside, I locked the door, embraced her, and kissed her passionately. My urgent need was palpable; I wanted to devour her. Finally, I grabbed her breasts. They didn't seem very full, but that didn't hinder my progress. In a few quick movements, I slipped them under her clothes, cupping one breast in my hand and kneading it. She trembled, feeling slightly unsteady. I pushed her into the wheeled executive chair. She instinctively brushed her hair aside, looked up at me with a dazed expression—she couldn't take it anymore! I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my underwear. My penis finally sprang free, trembling only twice before she took the whole thing into her mouth. X's long, flexible tongue slithered and writhed around my penis and glans, reminding me of lingering music, of gentle touch, of... I wanted to have her! So I helped her up again, flipped her over, and pressed her onto the mahjong table. I lifted her white shirt, pulling her jeans and underwear down to her knees in one swift motion, revealing a perfect buttocks—a slender waist, full hips, and two dimples. She offered no resistance, waiting for my entry. I touched her vulva; it was already overflowing, her pubic hair matted with saliva. Without thinking, I forcefully thrust in, plunging straight into her core. She let out a deep moan, then lay prone on the mahjong table, biting her lip tightly, silencing all sound. X's shimmering hair was scattered across the green tabletop, her hands gripping the edge haphazardly, her body rising and falling with my thrusts, the room echoing with the rich, wet sounds of her movements. There was a feeling called ecstasy, a pleasure beyond compare! After the initial stimulation, I felt I couldn't hold back any longer and was about to climax when there was a knock on the door. We both froze for a moment. My first reaction was to continue, without saying a word, grabbing her waist and thrusting a dozen times, my hot fluid gushing into her body. After I finished, I came to my senses, but the knocking continued, and I could hear a girl's voice outside. Strange, was the door broken? I'd try the key... Without time to clean up, I quickly helped her pull up her pants. She straightened her shirt, and as I did so, I called out, "They're coming! Stop knocking!" Sure enough, there was no sound from outside. We looked at each other, I gave her a light kiss, pulled her behind me, opened the door, avoiding eye contact with the intruders, and returned to the dim and noisy surroundings. I knew it was a group of girls in leather jackets who had been dancing; they needed to change. I recognized the lead dancer. So what?
I sat down again, thinking that X's lower body must be very wet, and it must have leaked out. We looked at each other, clinked glasses, and cleared our throats. After that, X sat next to me quietly looking at her phone. I brought her a glass of orange juice to help her sober up. One of the guys across from me was practically glaring at me, saying he'd seen it all before. Another immediately cursed at him, "You're such a disgrace! I've seen this kind of thing a million times." I just smiled awkwardly, trying to calm their anger. I thought, "This is my first time too." It was past midnight, and the guests had all drunk quite a bit and were gradually leaving. X said, "Will you take me home?" "Won't C kill me?" I teased her. "We're just business partners," she gave me a sideways glance. "Okay, I'll call a designated driver." The birthday boy J and the last table of people were still clinking glasses. "I'm leaving first, I'll take X home," I said. The guys cheered, "You absolutely have to take her home~~~~" they dragged out the sound. I led her out and into the car.
There are many designated drivers near the Workers' Stadium, and we arrived in just a few minutes. X and I sat in the back; I was behind the driver, and she was behind the passenger seat. I told the driver the address, and the car started. Perhaps feeling a little dizzy from the swaying, X lay down sideways, resting her head on my lap, looking alluring. I shamelessly got hard again. Looking up at the driver, who seemed quite focused, I unzipped my pants and released my penis once more. This time, we were in sync; she turned over and lay down facing me, my erect penis once again being gently licked and enveloped. This pleasure was no less than the feeling of penetrating my sister. I supported X's head with my hand, looking straight ahead, watching the driver through the rearview mirror. X's body was still moving; he must have noticed, as he secretly adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror when I wasn't looking, glancing at me every now and then. I didn't say anything; this feeling was even more stimulating, feeling the warmth between X's lips and teeth. Her house was very close, and perhaps because we had just done it once, I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate on the way. We arrived. I quickly straightened my pants, helped her sit up, paid, and got out of the car. The driver glanced at me, then at her a few more times, and drove off.
She was now awake and led me upstairs. We found the right room, entered the correct code, and opened the door. After locking it, our tongues intertwined again. We walked, half-embracing, undressing as we went, our coats, pants, shirts, underwear, and panties scattered from the living room to the bedroom. When I pushed her back onto the bed, we were completely naked. There was no time to look closely; my hands quickly occupied her breasts, and I pressed my body against hers. She naturally curled her legs and spread them apart. The semen from our first time was still there, making the entry even smoother. Her vagina was tight and slippery; every fold of the inner wall felt like a tiny tongue licking my glans. I adjusted my position, braced myself, and thrust in and out like a pile driver, as if trying to pierce her. She no longer held back, moaning incoherently with each thrust, her hands haphazardly gripping my arms and supporting my buttocks, moving her body to meet my rhythm, achieving the deepest union. Without changing positions, I finally couldn't hold back any longer. I increased the frequency and the force. She finally stopped being reserved, like a small boat adrift in a giant wave, helplessly tossing and turning, screaming, "Fuck me! Ah! Fuck me! Ah..." Finally, I ejaculated amidst her trembling and shaking. With each ejaculation, I felt the vaginal walls tighten, a sensation that was excruciating, intoxicating, and unforgettable. Exhausted, everything calmed down, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day, I woke up when the sun was nearing noon and shining on our faces. X smiled shyly, quickly grabbed her pajamas from the bedside, and ran out of the bedroom, followed by the sounds of her showering and washing up. I went out with the clothes scattered on the floor, picked them up, and tidied them up, waiting for her to come out and wash up. We ate a simple lunch nearby. She smiled brightly; a top student who loved to travel, she talked a lot about her travel experiences, like a girl next door. What a beast! I cursed myself inwardly.
She no longer let me put my arm around her waist, but just smiled politely and walked away. After that, we each went about our own lives, and we didn't see each other again for more than half a year. She still smiled brightly. We didn't talk about the past, just exchanged pleasantries and said, "Long time no see."

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