My confidante, Sister Jing

Recently, following the advice of the guys on the forum, "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," I've been trying my best to avoid temptations in my neighborhood. If I want to have sex, it's better to go to a hotel; after all, "better safe than sorry."

I rarely used WeChat before, though I did use QQ a few times for casual sex when I was younger and more naive. To be honest, cute and pretty women, those with good qualities, generally don't have much opportunity to use QQ or chat with you for long periods. Communication tools themselves aren't inherently bad. If we have to add a subject to "lewdness," it should be people, not communication tools. Ma Huateng (Pony Ma) just provides a convenient communication tool;

what do you use it for? If problems arise, don't blame the tool. Ironically, I'm usually busy and rarely pay attention to my son's studies, which upsets his parents. They said I had to attend their elementary school's parent-teacher conference after the midterm exams, so I did.

In such a serious setting, I didn't have any desire to hunt for women. I hadn't touched a desk in a long time, and sitting at that cramped desk, I felt sorry for my son.

I thought I should find a good opportunity to make it up to him.

After the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher suggested that we parents create a group chat, and that everyone participate. Perhaps because I'm relatively tall and have a decent appearance, some mothers in the WeChat group liked to chat with me privately and add me as a friend. I also wanted my son to have more friends at school to take care of him, so I enthusiastically chatted with those mothers.

Two months ago, I took my son to the children's center for Taekwondo class. In the same training building, there was a girl who was learning dance with her mother. My son got along well with that girl; they were both among the top students in their class who were particularly good at chess. As the children played together, I gradually became acquainted with the girl's mother, Sister Jing. Sister Jing had been divorced from her husband for two years, and she didn't want to talk much about the scars in her heart, so I didn't ask too much. She majored in art and later taught ballroom and folk dances at the children's center, while I came from a sales background. We were both good communicators, and we really felt like we had known each other for a long time, chatting endlessly.

As a result, I gave her cosmetics, and she gave me tea and a fishing rod. I gave her daughter a dress, and she gave my son a taekwondo uniform. We saw each other about three days a week. My wife praised me for being responsible, picking up and dropping off my son at school. Jingjie and I kept our relationship a secret from all the parents in our group, and of course, from my wife.

Jingjie looked incredibly young, tall and slender, easily 1.7 meters, and even taller than me in heels. I often joked that she should be my younger sister because she looked only 25. I'm not exaggerating. Perhaps because of her work, Jingjie takes great care of herself; her skin is incredibly smooth and delicate, like a baby's. When she smiles, there are slight crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but her slender neck is completely wrinkle-free. Jingjie is like Zhang Ziyi—a stunning beauty at first glance, with a small face, a high nose bridge, and a small, cherry-like mouth. I've always felt a sense of awe towards Jingjie. She's not the kind of woman who can arouse a man's animalistic instincts. In front of unfamiliar men, Jingjie is an ice queen, unsmiling, even aloof.

Later, after getting to know her better, I realized her enthusiasm was only for me, not for everyone.

WeChat is truly a tool that allows you to quickly understand someone and delve into their heart. I simply liked all of Jingjie's WeChat posts whenever I had time; in the long run, she'll definitely develop feelings for you—that's my experience.

Gifts didn't need to be expensive; a brand name was fine. I inexplicably felt like I was in a fruitless relationship with Jingjie. We admired each other, restrained our interactions, neither of us revealing our true feelings or interfering in each other's families, but deep down, we had that wonderful feeling of "close female friends." It was very comfortable. There's a kind of inexplicable pleasure between men and women that doesn't necessarily involve physical intimacy, like first love, holding hands under the sunset, hoping this road has no end, that we can walk together forever.

The first time I had a physical relationship with Sister Jing, it felt like it all happened naturally. That day, I delivered beef jerky to her house. It was almost 11 p.m. in their underground parking lot, and there wasn't a soul in sight. The empty parking lot was filled with cars of various colors, and it was a bit cold, after all, it was winter. The underground parking lot was always dark and had a kind of chilly feel. Plus, the property management company was reluctant to spend money on electricity, so the lighting was a bit dim. Sister Jing said that her child was asleep, and the beef jerky and red wine were a bit heavy, so I helped her carry it upstairs. As I was closing the trunk door, Sister Jing hugged me tightly from behind. Her body, which was wearing pajamas, was a little hot and she was shivering. I didn't know if it was because of the cold or because she was wearing too little clothing. She whispered, "You smell so good. It's been such a long time since I've hugged you."

The fragrance hinted at her refined taste, and my only way to repay Sister Jing was to pick her up and carry her to the car. She trembled like a little girl, as if she had done something wrong and was awaiting punishment from her parents. She was nothing like her usual goddess and queen-like demeanor. Words were futile; we hugged each other tightly, as if trying to press the other into our bodies. She was very strong, and her body smelled faintly of shower gel, yet it was burning hot with trembling. When I entered her, her vagina was completely wet and very tight. It felt like a passage that hadn't been penetrated by a man in a long time, gripping my penis tightly. It was easy to reach her clitoris; she was indeed a woman with a shallow vagina. She kept moving on top of me, allowing my penis to penetrate her deepest point again and again. She was very strong; I didn't need to do anything extra to push upwards. Like a millstone, she relentlessly pushed against my glans again and again. Sister Jing wasn't the voluptuous type; she was very slender, with a model-like tall and thin appearance. Actually, this kind of woman doesn't give men particularly great pleasure during sex, I mean physically. Most of the pleasure is sensory, like having sex with Zhang Ziyi; just looking at her beautiful face is enough. That kind of visual pleasure can give a man immense satisfaction.

I don't know why Sister Jing had such a strong desire that night. Although she was the one who initiated everything, I didn't blame her. After she came out of the water, she slumped against my body, seemingly falling asleep. When I helped her up, she had a particularly languid and soft quality, walking like a cat, light and airy. With cameras around, we couldn't be too intimate, under their gaze.

Later on WeChat, she sent me a message: "Very comfortable, thank you!" along with a big red lip emoji. I was truly dumbfounded. What exactly is our relationship? Student's parent, friends with benefits, confidante? Who cares? As long as everyone is comfortable, that's fine, right? Besides, this kind of relationship doesn't affect the family.

[The End]

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