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suddenly recalled a little incident from the second semester of my fourth year of vocational college. There's nothing erotic about it, but I still want to share this experience with everyone. I've mentioned before that in my time, students who could drive to school, especially vocational college students, were a minority, and I was quite lucky. Even though my car was old and beat up, it was still pretty cool!
At that time, a good friend of mine was madly in love with a girl in her second year of high school. He said, "That girl's family is very strict, and she herself is very well-behaved and listens to her mother. She never goes out alone with him; she always brings a classmate along. She also said that her family has very strict rules and she must never come home later than night. She's a rare good girl." Hearing my friend's description, I felt like I was a carbon copy of my elementary school classmate. So I told my friend about my "encounter," but of course, he didn't believe me. At this moment, I suddenly had an interesting idea. I suggested to my friend, "Since she always brings someone else, next time you ask her to bring me along too!" My friend agreed.
On the day of the date, I drove my car, deliberately dressed in a swaggering style. The two girls completely ignored my friend as soon as they got in the car, talking to me nonstop. As the day drew to a close, after dropping them off, my friend seemed a little dejected. She said to me, "They both seem to like you." I replied, "I don't think so." Actually, I was secretly planning my next experiment.
Just as I expected, two weeks later, the girl my friend liked called to ask me out. I said, slightly sarcastic, "Are you going out with your other friend? Oh, and did you invite Zhengjie?" She replied, "Didn't you say you were in the hiking club? I love hiking! They all said they didn't like hiking the other day, but I really want to go! Will you take me?"
Because I really wanted to conduct my experiment, I agreed. The girl was dressed very nicely that day, but she was too thin, not my type. I wanted to teach this materialistic girl a lesson, to vent my friend's anger! When I led her up the mountain, I didn't slow down at all, leaving her breathless. When she called for me to wait, I would say, "That's what makes hiking fun. It's my usual pastime; I don't have any other entertainment. If you don't like it, I won't bring you again." After hearing this, she would push herself up again, panting, "No, no, I really enjoy hiking with you."
Sigh! It was really tough on her! Later, I could tell she was really exhausted, so I stopped. Her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. Suddenly, two streams of snot came out of her nose—she was completely unrecognizable! I said, "You look very tired. I think that's enough for today. Let's rest and go down the mountain."
Once we reached the bottom, I planned to take her home, but she said, "It's still early! Let's go for a walk!" I reluctantly took her for a walk, but it was past 8 PM when I couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to take her home. Unexpectedly, she said, "I really want to spend more time with you." I couldn't help but reply, "Doesn't your mom forbid you from coming home after 10 PM?" Her answer was hilarious. She said, "That's with unsafe people. My mom said it has nothing to do with you." Hearing her reply, I really wanted to burst out laughing, but I held it in and replied, "I've never met your mom. How would she know what kind of person I am? Little girl, don't be so vain! Don't treat my friend like that anymore. He may be a bit poor, but he's a really good boy. You've really let him down."
Then I saw an embarrassed face as she said, "I don't need you to take me home. I'll go home by myself." After returning to school, I told my friend everything that had happened, shattering his dream.
Well, I've almost reached the happiest, most absurd, but also most memorable period of my life in this series of stories.
My three years of studying in the United States have been truly unforgettable, filled with surprises, fulfillment, absurdity, joy, and sadness.
Although I received a formal admission permit, there was a condition: I had to score over 550 on the TOEFL or obtain the highest level certificate from the language school affiliated with the university. Therefore, under my sister's arrangement, I obediently entered the language school to study English, and I vowed to study hard for at most six months to pass the TOEFL.
Just a month later, I discovered that America, especially San Diego, was incredibly fun. I quickly became friends with students from all over the world at the language school. Plus, my father gave me a brand-new Volkswagen sports car, making it very convenient for me to get around. As a result, I made more and more friends. I'm also quite helpful, so whenever new Taiwanese students came, I would busy myself greeting them, helping them find apartments or homestays, and even teaching them to drive and get their driver's licenses. Since my sister and I both stayed in the US, my father bought us a house for our convenience. It was a large house with a swimming pool, a bit old, but the neighborhood was really nice. Because we had our own house, I hosted quite a few parties. I met many girls, some of whom were there to pursue master's degrees, and some to pursue bachelor's degrees. Many of them were beautiful and had great figures. However, I was really scared before, so I only maintained friendships with the pretty girls. Because I didn't have a steady boyfriend, people thought I was a playboy who was always chasing girls around.
There's one thing I still don't understand: do all those girls really think I'm a gentleman? Once, I even drove a girl home with me until 4 AM, and because she was staying with a host family, the host family almost called the police when she didn't return; it gave me a real scare.
Because of my playful nature, I gradually became a minor celebrity in Chinese circles, but also because of this, I never passed the TOEFL exam. A year was almost over, and my studies at language school hadn't improved much; however, I was getting better and better at tennis and basketball.
Then, at a party hosted by the president of my sister's school's alumni association, my sister introduced me to her junior, who was about to graduate and return home. This junior had a lot of things to sell, and my sister told her, "My brother knows a lot of people; he can help you sell some, and he especially likes helping girls." She smiled and introduced herself as Hellen (not her real name, sorry). I introduced myself too and asked for her phone number, promising to ask her friends. Turns out, many of my friends bought a lot of things from her; even I bought her TV.
Two or three weeks later, she called to invite me to dinner. I went to her apartment, and she cooked a lot of dishes. We chatted a lot; she's really multi-talented. She said she loves playing badminton and dancing, and asked me to invite her sometime. She only has two more months left in the US. Finally, she said she had something that was hard to sell: her ex-Japanese boyfriend had an Italian-made handgun, and it wouldn't fetch a good price at a gun shop. She didn't know what to do with it. I asked her to show it to me, and I was immediately captivated. I've always enjoyed shooting (I served as an armorer in the Military Investigation Department), and I also own a standard revolver. I immediately said, "Sell it to me!" She readily agreed!
Over the next few days, I frequently visited her, inviting her to shoot and play ball. I had never seen a girl shoot more accurately than me. She could even put a small yellow sticker on the target paper and still hit it at a 25-meter target. It was truly amazing!
Her talents completely captivated me, but unfortunately, she was still hung up on her Japanese boyfriend and kept rejecting my advances. However, because I visited her so often, my sister gave me some warnings. She said she had heard some bad rumors about her from a friend of her junior's, and told me to be careful. I wanted to ask her for more details, but my sister refused to answer.
One weekend afternoon, after playing ball with her, we went back to my house together. When I entered the house, I didn't see my sister, so I started going upstairs to look for her. I had only gone halfway down the stairs when I saw a disheveled boy I recognized rush out of my sister's room. He was one of our tenants. He quickly ran back to his room. I pretended not to see him, went back downstairs, and called my sister's name loudly. I saw that she was also covered in sweat and her face was flushed. She seemed to be hurriedly putting on her clothes. She pretended to be calm and said: "You're back so early!"
I was heartbroken at that moment because I always thought my sister was very conservative, but I never expected her to be the same. I replied, "Yeah! Just got back! I'm changing my clothes and about to go out for dinner, do you want to come?" She replied, "No, you guys go ahead!" I practically drove her as fast as I could to the beach. San Diego's seascape is truly stunning, and on this particular beach, you can see many seals even on a winter night. She seemed to sense my bad mood and wanted me to talk to her. I told her how I felt, and she said, "Don't overthink it, we're all adults." Then we talked about many other happy things until night fell, and neither of us wanted to leave. Looking into her eyes, I really had an urge to kiss her. She seemed to sense it, and I actually tried to kiss her. She flinched a few times, but finally let me. This was the first time I had ever kissed a girl so passionately; all the pent-up desire seemed to explode in an instant. We kissed for over ten minutes, and then she said to me, "Let's go back to my place!"
As soon as I entered her apartment, I thought she would go into the kitchen as usual and cook her signature dishes for me. To my complete surprise, she turned on some music first and then asked me, "Do you mind that I'm no longer a virgin?" Without hesitation, I replied, "I don't mind" (this is just to make it clear that I don't have a virginity complex, but rather I didn't want to feel deceived).
Suddenly, she drew the curtains, turned off the main light, and began to take off her clothes, one by one, until I saw her snow-white body. I had never seen such beautiful breasts before—round and firm, at least a D cup. Her nipples were especially beautiful, a lovely red, and so small, almost like the pearls in bubble tea. She loved sports, so her body had incredibly alluring curves, radiating sexiness. My penis was already erect, and before I could do anything, she started undressing me. When she took off my underwear and grasped my penis with both hands, I almost ejaculated. I barely managed to swallow and hold it in.
My hands seemed completely frozen. I didn't know if I should touch her. She asked me, "Do you love me?" I immediately answered, "Yes." Her face lit up with joy, and she kissed me passionately. I hugged her tightly, and she whispered, "Don't rush, we have all night." I was overjoyed!
She told me to lie down first, and she pressed her beautiful body against me, beginning to lightly lick my ear with the tip of her tongue. I could feel my blood rushing through my body. Her technique was superb; every inch of my skin felt incredibly pleasurable wherever her tongue touched! As she licked, her hands began to caress my penis, making it even harder. Suddenly, her tongue began to lick the glans. This was my first time experiencing oral sex, and the feeling was unforgettable. As soon as she started sucking my penis, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. Every pore on my body involuntarily contracted; it felt so good. I quickly came to my senses and realized how could I have ejaculated in her mouth like that? I immediately got up and apologized to her: "I'm so sorry, you were amazing!" I couldn't resist... but
she looked at me tenderly, then swallowed all the semen I'd ejaculated into her mouth before replying, "It's okay, it just shows you don't have much experience." Her answer made me a little embarrassed. Actually, ever since I lost control while in the army, I'd been frequenting prostitutes. It wasn't that I had no sexual experience, but her body was truly the best I'd ever seen, and I'd never tried oral sex before. However, since she said that, I had a way to save face, so I replied, "This is my first time, I'm sorry to disappoint you." (Thinking back, I was really shameless at the time).
She added, "Silly boy, you don't know that sometimes when you have sex, seeing others satisfied makes you satisfied too." She pulled me to take a shower, and as she rubbed my back, my penis involuntarily hardened again. She saw it and smiled gently, "You look great!" I replied, "It's because your body is so beautiful."
I began an aggressive assault, caressing her breasts—the kind every man would swoon over—and teasing her nipples. She began to moan without restraint, her cheeks flushing. I then touched her vulva, finding it already incredibly wet. Her moans grew louder, and I carried her back to the bed. This time, I took the initiative, aiming at her beautiful opening and quickly inserting my penis. Before, when I was with prostitutes, they would always say my penis was very long, as if it reached all the way to the cervix. I thought that was just a prostitute's business talk, but I never expected her to say the same thing to me. Her moans were no longer just moans. She screamed wildly. Perhaps you don't know, but in apartments on the West Coast of the US, especially those on the third floor and all made of wood, her voice was incredibly loud. If she hadn't been playing music so loudly, I'm sure the neighbors could hear her clearly. I thrust into her from the front for a while, and then she asked to switch to a doggy-style position, constantly moving her hips to match. I can only say her skill was truly amazing, coupled with her unrestrained screaming. If you were her, you would definitely feel incredibly satisfied. Just as I was about to climax, her experience was indeed very rich; she could completely sense it and immediately pulled my penis out, preventing me from ejaculating inside her vagina. 　　(Keywords:
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