Going to the wrong restroom on campus but finding the right girlfriend

This post was last edited by toyota1111 on 2016-10-27 22:03.
I've only been in university for a little over a month, and I already had a strange encounter. I never imagined that the attitudes towards sex between men and women in university would be so different from what I experienced in high school. The first time I went to the lab building for an internship, I needed to defecate halfway through. I went out to find a restroom, but because it was a lab building, the corridor was empty. At the end, I found a restroom with
a curtain marked "Men's." I hurriedly lifted the curtain and went in, only to find a girl inside who had just finished urinating. Her pants were pulled down to her knees, and she was standing there with her legs spread, head down, carefully wiping her genitals with a tissue.
At 18, this was the first time I'd ever seen an adult woman's genitals. I immediately froze, feeling a surge of heat rush from my feet to my head, then to my scrotum, hot and throbbing. I felt my penis begin to swell and become erect.
I didn't pay attention to whether the girl was pretty or not; I just stared blankly at her labia parted with her fingers, forgetting that I should have looked away.
The girl was probably a junior or senior. Seeing me staring blankly at her genitals, she didn't seem bothered at all. She calmly wiped herself a few times, tossed the tissue into the trash can, and deliberately exposed her genitals towards me, saying in a teasing tone, "Is it really that pretty? Want to come over and take a closer look? You're a freshman, first time doing an experiment, right? The men's restroom is across the street. We often deliberately hang the wrong curtain to tease you new students." She giggled,
slowly pulling up her briefs and then her jeans. Startled, I quickly backed out, drenched in sweat. Afterward, my heart was racing, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Dizzy and confused, I walked into the men's restroom across the street, behind a curtain with the word "Women" on it. The men's restroom had two parallel rows of squat toilets. Lost in thought, I stepped onto one, and as I pulled down my pants, my erect penis sprang out, standing straight up. My mind was still preoccupied with the senior's alluring vulva and pubic hair.
Because of the shocking scene I'd just witnessed, the urge to defecate vanished. Squatting there, my penis felt uncomfortably swollen, so I glanced down. Suddenly, I noticed something unusual out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I was stunned again: A girl was squatting in the opposite stall on the right, staring wide-eyed at my buttocks and penis.
Her pants were pulled down to her calves, and she was peeling off a sanitary napkin from her underwear. She was probably just as stunned as I was. Coincidentally, we were squatting in opposite directions, face to face. I looked closer and recognized her as a girl from my class. She was staring blankly at my lower body,
probably startled by my long, thick penis, and hadn't expected to be naked from the waist down, her buttocks and thighs completely exposed to me. We both stared at each other's buttocks for a good half minute.
Suddenly, we both snapped out of it and hurriedly pulled up our pants. She had fair skin and a petite figure. As she stood up, my eyes immediately swept over her lower abdomen and genitals. I noticed she had very little pubic hair, her labia majora were red, and her labia minora were well-developed, protruding from the labia majora when she stood up, which made my heart race. What
happened next was completely unexpected. After pulling up her underwear, she quickly pulled up her pants as well. When I stood up, I forgot about my erect penis, a full 17 centimeters long and 36 millimeters thick, so conspicuously facing her. Now it was completely exposed to her. I frantically tried to stuff it into my pants. As any guy knows, an erect penis is very difficult to bend and put into jeans; bending it is painful and can cause injury. I started sweating again.
I glanced at her and saw her mouth slightly open, staring blankly at me fiddling with that large penis. When she saw me looking at her, her face instantly turned red, and she lowered her head. Suddenly, she noticed the bloodstained sanitary napkin in her hand and quickly threw it into the toilet. Startled by her, the blood in my penis finally subsided, softened, and shrank a bit, finally allowing me to put it in my pants and zip it up.
Afterwards, we had a conversation that, inexplicably, still makes me shudder to this day, proving that we had both entered a state of mental chaos.
Mei Mei: "Going to the bathroom?" (God knows why she asked such a meaningless question.)
Me: "Yeah, you're here too?" (I really didn't think before I spoke, my logic was completely off, and I followed her line with something nonsensical. I swear to God, I meant she was also here to use the bathroom, not that I was asking if she had her period.)
Mei Mei: "Yeah! (I noticed her face was very red and she was sweating.) What bad luck, it came several days early." (It seems her thinking was also chaotic, not much better than mine, she mistook me for a female classmate.)
"..." (Speechless, we really couldn't find anything to say.)
Finally, at this moment, we both pulled up our pants. Mei Mei's complexion returned to normal a bit, and my thinking also started to catch on. Suddenly, we both said in unison, "You went into the wrong bathroom, didn't you?" After saying this, Mei Mei stared at me steadily. To be honest, she was very pretty, with big eyes.
Mei Mei: "This is the women's restroom! It says so on the curtain, doesn't it?" (Her tone hardened, implying that a college student shouldn't know the difference between men's and women's restrooms. It seemed that if I couldn't find evidence that I'd gone into the wrong restroom, she might think I deliberately came in to peep at her and consider me a pervert.)
I almost collapsed again. Being accused of going into the wrong restroom twice in one day—if word got out, I might as well quit college. But I couldn't explain that I'd gone into the other restroom, seen a girl urinating, and been kicked out, so I went into this one. I felt like my brain was a bucket of glue, completely blocked and unable to think.
Finally, luckily, I found extremely strong evidence to prove my innocence. I said something to her that I have to admire for myself: "This is the men's restroom. I asked, the curtain was just hanging in the wrong place.
Surely that urinal isn't for women, is it?" With that, I smugly pointed to the very typical men's urinal inside the restroom.
Sure enough, this had a devastating effect; her face turned even redder than before. Her head drooped, and she mumbled softly, "Oh dear, I didn't notice! Don't tell anyone. Could you cover me for a bit? I still need to change. The women's restroom across the street is used by men, and I don't dare go in there to change!" After that astonishing eye contact, coupled with the shock of realizing she'd gone to the wrong restroom, her mind was probably in complete disarray. She'd completely forgotten I was a guy and actually asked me to help her change her sanitary napkin.
And so, an even stranger scene unfolded: for the next few minutes, she hid behind me while changing her sanitary napkin.
At this point, my mind cleared a bit. Knowing I couldn't miss this opportunity, I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye as she turned her back to me. She had pulled her pants down to halfway up her thighs and was bending over, wiping away the secretions that had stained her underwear after hastily pulling it up. Because she was wearing a short t-shirt, her round, white buttocks were sticking out more than half a meter away from me, completely naked from her waist to her thighs. Her bare buttocks were incredibly beautiful. I had never imagined that a woman's buttocks could be so beautiful, especially so close to me.
She seemed completely unaware that I was peeking. Her half-bent body allowed me a clear view of her deep red anus and half of her vulva. Her plump, pink labia majora were partially closed, and her well-developed, red labia minora protruded high.
I felt as if I had been electrocuted, my blood rushing to my head. Although I didn't dare touch her yet, the visual stimulation of seeing female genitalia for the second time excited me excessively, and the ensuing sexual urge made me unable to hold back any longer. I knew I was about to ejaculate.
Because it was October and I was wearing little clothing, I was afraid of getting my pants wet from ejaculation, so I unzipped my pants before ejaculating and pulled out my thick, hard penis. I lost control; I didn't care if the sky fell. I simply turned around and stared intently at her beautiful buttocks and genitals, masturbating rapidly and excitedly as I watched.
Perhaps my heavy breathing startled her, or perhaps she had already changed her sanitary napkin. As she pulled up her underwear, she straightened up and turned around. The scene before her shocked her even more. I believe she had never seen such a large penis and a purplish, swollen glans so close before. She must have mistakenly thought I had injured myself and that it was swollen, because she seemed unaware of what I was doing and uttered a very classic concerned question: "Are you in a lot of pain?"
With that soft question, I reached my climax. My ejaculation was unleashed, and thick semen shot out more than a meter away. My heart skipped a beat. Looking at her again, I saw her face flushed, one hand covering her mouth to stifle a cry, the other pulling at her unbuttoned pants, her eyes fixed on my still-ejaculating penis, her face full of astonishment.
Finally, I finished ejaculating. I even used my hand to repeatedly squeeze the semen from my urethra from the base forward twice, wiped my gradually softening penis clean with toilet paper, tucked it back into my underwear, and zipped it up. Strangely, she seemed frozen in place the entire time, neither leaving nor screaming, simply watching my ejaculation performance with astonishment as I wiped my penis clean and put on my pants. I could feel her breathing was as rapid as mine.
After calming down, we were in a stalemate again, me looking at her, her looking at me. I was puzzled; we were both definitely a bit out of our minds today, acting strangely. She didn't seem inclined to leave immediately. Instead, she looked at me, then at the large puddle of semen on the floor, her expression very odd. Then she said something that made me incredibly embarrassed: "Are you done? Was that semen in there?" I could only nod awkwardly. Then, thankfully, she reminded me, "With so much, what if someone sees?"
Luckily, the restroom was at the end of the corridor, and there were very few people walking around in the lab building. In desperation, I asked her for a few tissues that girls usually carry and hastily wiped the semen off the floor. I looked up and saw her smiling knowingly, watching me do this with great interest.
Afterwards, she looked at my sweaty, embarrassed face, chuckled, glanced left and right at the door, and slipped out. I slowly calmed myself down, relieved myself again, and returned to the lab. As I entered, I secretly glanced around; everyone was focused on their experiments, no one was paying attention to me. I noticed she was the only one watching me come in, so I deliberately ignored her and continued with my experiment. Throughout the afternoon's experiments, I sensed her unusually excited state. She neglected her experiments,
intentionally walking past me several times, and stopping a few times to chat idly with her colleagues. I clearly felt that even while she was talking to others, her eyes were definitely on me, watching my expression, but I never looked at her. Yet, her beautiful, snow-white, round buttocks and her red labia kept flashing through my mind. The stimulation was so intense that night, I dreamt of her—a erotic dream of having sex with her—and even had a wet dream. Afraid my roommate would find out, I carefully changed my underwear.
The next day, nothing happened. I knew she hadn't told anyone about it, and I was very grateful to her. A few days later, she started deliberately asking me for favors, and I didn't dare refuse. Whenever I saw her, her beautiful round buttocks and red vulva would immediately appear in my mind's eye, and my penis would involuntarily become erect. She must have noticed this, because when no one was paying attention, she would always stare at my crotch with a strange expression, causing me to involuntarily get a large bulge, which made me very embarrassed and uncomfortable, while she seemed very happy.
I was a little afraid to see her. If I saw her coming from a distance, I would quickly take a detour to escape, but several times she would suddenly appear in front of me out of nowhere, deliberately trying to talk to me, making me feel like she was watching me.
In the week following the toilet incident, during our interactions, I clearly felt that she seemed hesitant to say something. I always felt that I wouldn't be able to rest easy so easily, and I was burdened with worries again. A few days later, she finally couldn't hold back any longer. One evening after dinner, she asked me to meet her at the school playground. I knew this matter needed to be resolved, so
I didn't dare not go, and I also prayed that she didn't mean any harm. We had our first discussion about that matter. The questions she asked were completely unexpected, and to this day I still don't understand how girls think.
After we met, I've forgotten what she said incoherently. I knew the main point hadn't even started yet, so I let her talk. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked a question I never expected: "Were you... were you... masturbating that day?"
I stared at her, speechless, sweating profusely. Her big eyes were fixed on me, but she didn't seem to be mocking me. I said sheepishly, "Yes!" Then she asked, "That day, what came out of your... was it really... semen? Don't lie to me." I didn't know what she was thinking, so I could only answer, "Yes, I'm not lying to you."
She seemed satisfied. After thinking for a while, she said shyly, "That day when I saw you take off your pants and squat down, your... your... thing was very big and long. Is that what people call an 'erection'?"
At that moment, I felt like a criminal, answering every question, "It was an erection."
Unexpectedly, she then asked a crucial question: "People say that men only get erections when they are sexually aroused. Why were you like that as soon as you came in? Did you come in on purpose so I could see?"
After asking, she stared intently into my eyes. My head went blank, and my thoughts almost became chaotic again. This question stumped me. After hesitating for a while, I thought it was better to tell the truth (I deliberately spoke vaguely). So I said that I had gone into another restroom and saw a female student urinating, so that's why...
I never imagined I could ever get away with these details in front of a girl. She relentlessly pressed me, asking why I got an erection just from seeing her urinate, implying I must have seen something. Finally, I gave in and confessed everything, saying I saw her labia, which triggered sexual stimulation and caused my erection.
She seemed incredibly excited, asking very probing questions, even pointing out her thick pubic hair – I was impressed by her inquisitive nature. These questions must have been on her mind for a long time, and she wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of it.
I saw her return to her playful, smiling expression, seemingly satisfied, and I thought the matter was over. But she didn't seem ready to let me go. From the look in her eyes, I could clearly sense she was thinking about something, which made me feel confused and uneasy.
Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she asked the question I dreaded most: "That day, did you masturbate because… because… you peeked at me?" My scalp tingled, and of course, I vehemently denied it.
"You were already wearing your pants, so why did you take it out again? And why is it so hard and long?" I stammered, sweating profusely. "When you put your pants on that day, I saw that your...thing had gotten smaller and softer. You said yourself that men only get erections when they're sexually aroused. You must have been peeping at me, otherwise why would it get hard and bigger, why would you masturbate behind me, and...and...ejaculate?" She pressed on relentlessly.
I stared blankly at her, unsure of her purpose, too afraid to answer. I knew I'd look like a complete idiot. "Tell me, did you peep at me or not? What part of me did you see?"
I was still trying to figure out how to answer without angering her when suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: she didn't seem angry at all; instead, she seemed to expect me to admit I'd been peeping. I knew that whether I faced it or not, I was doomed, so I steeled myself and said, "Yes, I peeked at you. I'm sorry." I couldn't gauge her reaction; she didn't seem to care about my answer. Her eyes were a little dazed, as if she was thinking about something. I wasn't sure, but she seemed a little excited.
"Then...then...where did you see me? That...you know, you saw it too?"
she stammered, asking again. I realized she wouldn't give up until she asked. I really didn't understand the logic of women's thinking. Since I'd already admitted it, I might as well confess everything and get it over with: "Yes, I saw everything. I was so excited I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I masturbated. Don't blame me; guys all do that."
She stared at me intently, clearly a little agitated: "Don't lie to me, did you really see it? Even my... you know, a woman's... you know, you saw it too?" I really didn't understand why she was so interested in this detail, insisting on confirming that I had indeed seen her genitals.
"Yes, I not only saw your entire buttocks, but also most of your vulva. Okay, let's not dwell on it. You saw my entire penis, and you even saw me masturbate and ejaculate. You didn't lose out, so let's
call it even. I'll apologize to you." Afraid she would get angry, I said appeasefully.
"Did you really get an erection and masturbate and ejaculate because you saw my... you know?" She pressed for details.
"Really, I've never seen a woman's genitals before. You're not only beautiful, but yours is so beautiful too, it fascinates me. So when I saw it, I couldn't resist. I was afraid of ejaculating in my pants, so I took it out and masturbated on the floor. I'm really sorry, it's also because you're too beautiful." I thought I should flatter her a bit to inflate her vanity and make things easier.
She didn't seem angry, nor did she ask any more questions. She stared into the distance for a while, then said, "Go back," but sat there without moving, lost in thought.
Back in my dorm, I couldn't sleep because of my worries. I kept thinking about the whole thing, and it seemed like things weren't so bad. The next day, I watched her with unease. Seeing that she was still happy, I felt relieved
. She kept asking me to do things, and I tried my best to please her. Later, she brought up the same old question several times. I even mentioned that I saw her well-developed labia minora, the color of her genitals, sparse pubic hair, and her beautiful anus. She finally believed that I had seen her private parts completely. Moreover, I maliciously described her genitals and buttocks as beautiful and alluring, and she seemed quite pleased and satisfied—such a naive and adorable little girl.
After that, her questions became increasingly explicit. She started inquiring about male sexual physiology, even asking how a penis gets erect, whether it hurts or feels good, what methods men use for masturbation, how they ejaculate, what ejaculation feels like, and so on. I deliberately spoke in a mysterious and climax-like manner.
I also pretended to be honest, telling her about the obscene dreams I had during my many nocturnal emissions, exaggerating and fabricating all sorts of things. She believed me completely, showing great interest and often displaying a strong curiosity and a fascinated expression, completely unaware that I was subtly seducing her.
Our conversations became increasingly unrestrained. I had grasped her mindset, and my compliments and praises became increasingly natural. She really liked it when I said she was beautiful, and even when I said I had impure thoughts about her, often getting an erection from thinking about her, she never got angry. She wasn't as shy as before.
Seeing her always sticking to me, my classmates never suspected anything amiss, assuming we were a couple, and no one asked her out anymore. We never explained, making it easier to be together. Besides discussing homework and exams, we'd talk about obscene things. She'd ask about the romantic escapades of boys she was interested in, and I'd play along, making up lewd stories for her, which she enjoyed immensely.
We became so close we could talk about anything, without any reservations. She even jokingly asked me a few times if I wanted to see her genitals again. I said I absolutely wanted to; it was the most beautiful thing I ever wanted to see in the world. She laughed at me, calling me a hopeless pervert, saying I could dream about her, play with her genitals, and even have ejaculation inside her vagina—she wouldn't care.
Many times I actually dreamed of having sex with her and ejaculating, and I told her about it while we were talking nonsense. Despite her refined and proper demeanor in public, she repeatedly asked detailed questions about the details of our sexual intercourse and ejaculation in my dream. She listened intently, seemingly without complaint or disgust, even finding it vulgar.
I think the first time she witnessed a man ejaculate in front of her was a deeply traumatic experience, giving her an unusual interest in ejaculation. Furthermore, our unusual encounter shattered our pretenses, eliminating any sexual barriers.
Gradually, I noticed she seemed to crave my dreams about her, insisting on knowing exactly whether we had intercourse. She enjoyed hearing my erotic dream accounts, asking detailed questions, even about penetration and ejaculation. While I often forget many details upon waking, I had to fabricate stories to satisfy her, which she listened to with blushing and rapt attention. Eventually, I also began to enjoy her asking these stimulating and lewd questions; our mental states both became somewhat lewd.
One thing should be clarified: although we talked very intimately, rambling incoherently, even using vulgar words like "fuck?" and "bastard," and had long since stopped using vague terms like "that" or "this," directly using obscene words like "?", "egg," and "?", we never actually crossed any lines.
Although she had an unusually strong interest in sex, she was actually a very well-behaved girl, and I was also a very cautious and timid person, not wanting to make any mistakes that would affect my studies and future. So, we only indulged our fantasies verbally; we talked about sex
in glowing terms, but neither of us dared to take any real action. We continued to study very hard; I was an excellent student, and she was a class leader. In front of others, we never engaged in any vulgar behavior or used dirty language.
The following summer, during a casual conversation, she asked me again if I really wanted to see her? (She no longer used "that" to refer to her genitals.) I said I really wanted to, and she said she felt sorry for me and would grant my wish, promising to let me see it carefully the next day. This excited me all night.
The next afternoon, I had no classes. She wore a very pretty dress and took me to a quiet corner of the playground. She looked around and said there were very few people on the playground in the afternoon, with only a few students playing soccer in the distance.
She said it was absolutely safe there, and very few people would pass by in the afternoon. She had carefully observed and checked that there was a large circle of dense, chest-high saplings around us. Even if someone passed by, they would be at least 20 meters away from us. We could see everything far away, and she absolutely guaranteed that we could see others, while others couldn't see anything in the shadows behind the trees. She told me not to worry. It seemed she had been preparing for this for a long time.
She sat at one end of a bench and had me stand in front of her. She asked me to take out my "?" and show her my two "testicles" (her exact words), and then have me demonstrate the process of penile erection. Of course I was more than willing, so I quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my limp penis, and stroked it a few times. To let her see clearly, I let go. Under the gaze of her beautiful eyes, I began to get excited. My penis became engorged with blood, throbbing and erect, slowly growing thicker and longer, standing erect. She was sitting with her head at the same level as mine, her eyes about 20 centimeters away. This time, she witnessed a man's erect penis up close. I knew she had wanted to see a penis for a long time; yesterday, when she asked me to see her genitals, it was just an excuse. Her real purpose was to see mine, and I was more than willing.
She was flushed with excitement, her breathing heavy, her beautiful eyes fixed on me without blinking. To please her, knowing I had to demonstrate my erect penis properly today, I secretly contracted my pelvic floor muscles, making my penis engorged with more blood, becoming very long and thick, with visible veins, and the glans turning purplish and swollen like a small egg. She stared wide-eyed, her mouth slightly open, her surprised expression incredibly cute, which excited me even more, making me feel like a true hero.
To further excite her, I pulled my scrotum out of my pants, letting my testicles hang under my erect penis. She was completely mesmerized; I believe this was the most amazing and sexually stimulating thing she had ever seen in her life. Seeing her intense desire, I offered to let her touch it. She hesitantly extended a finger to touch my penis, her hand trembling slightly. I grabbed her hand, and although she tried to pull it back, I firmly pulled it towards me.
I had her place her palm on my testicles and gently stroke them. Even after I released her, she didn't pull away; she continued to slowly feel the size of my testicles, blinking her big eyes with a completely fascinated expression. Seeing that she was no longer nervous, I told her to hold my penis so she could feel its heat and hardness. She held it gently without moving, so I told her to hold it harder and experience it. Her hands were very warm and soft. I told her to stroke my penis back and forth, which felt incredibly good. She looked at and touched it repeatedly for about ten minutes, then told me to masturbate. "My ejaculation range can reach 1.5 meters!" I said proudly. "Really? Then watch me!
Hurry up and ejaculate for me!" she said eagerly, sitting there with her legs bent and spread wide in a V-shape. I looked down and realized she was well-prepared. She wasn't wearing underwear; she pulled her skirt up to her thighs, leaving her genitals completely exposed. I could see very clearly up close. Her thighs were incredibly smooth and white, and her labia majora were highly erect, probably due to sexual arousal and engorgement. Her labia minora, which used to be red, were now purplish-red. Because her legs were spread wide, her vulva was slightly open, revealing the vaginal opening. Her labia majora were smooth, and due to her heightened sexual desire, they were completely soaked with
vaginal fluid. This was the first time in my life I had seen a woman's bare thighs and an adult woman's genitals so clearly up close. I was completely mesmerized by how beautiful a woman's genitals were. I felt my head spinning and involuntarily gripped my penis, masturbating wildly. After only a few dozen strokes, I ejaculated.
Her semen gushed out, and she watched intently, laughing incessantly as my ejaculation traveled far. She watched my entire erection and ejaculation process, until my penis went soft. Then she carefully pinched it and shook it, wondering why it had become so small again. Finally, she dipped her fingertip in a drop of semen and rubbed it between two fingers, experiencing its slippery texture, satisfying her curiosity. I believe it was the first time in her life she had ever been so obscene and wild.
Later, she often came to me to do this game for her, thoroughly enjoying it. We also touched each other many times. She loved touching my penis, letting it slowly become erect, hard, and large in her hands, and each time she would masturbate me and watch me ejaculate. She also often wanted me to touch her vulva, but she always warned me never to insert my fingers into her vagina. She only asked me to massage her clitoris and labia majora and minora, which would quickly bring her to orgasm. Because I liked her very much and respected her, and because I am a very trustworthy person, I never broke her rules.
Many times, when I really wanted to have sex, she wouldn't allow it, so she came up with this method: she would have me stand behind her, hug her, and she would lift her skirt, pull down her panties, and tightly clamp my penis between her buttocks and inner thighs, asking me to thrust into her buttocks as if we were having real sex. I really liked this feeling; my penis poking into her soft buttocks was more stimulating and comfortable than masturbation.
While doing this, her back was pressed against me, and she asked me to put my hands under her skirt to massage her clitoris and labia minora. Soon, she would tremble all over and reach orgasm. I discovered that she had a very strong sex drive and aroused very quickly. Before I ejaculated, she would often have several orgasms.
Our relationship grew closer and closer, and our classmates all thought we were a couple and never suspected anything, which avoided a lot of trouble. And so, we lived peacefully, maintaining this inexplicable "friendship in the toilet" (that's what she called it) until graduation. We touched every part of each other's bodies;
she even showed me her hymen. I licked her genitals and sucked her breasts, she gave me oral sex, and we even tasted semen, but we never had actual intercourse. I don't know what I did wrong; it was truly bizarre.
After graduation, we lost contact for a while. I dated a few girlfriends, but I didn't feel anything for any of them. I still missed her terribly, dreaming about her many times, each time resulting in nocturnal emissions. A year later, she called my home. Hearing her voice made me incredibly excited. It turned out she had found a great job in the city. She said she always missed me, couldn't forget me, and often dreamed about me, asking if I had a girlfriend. I was overjoyed.
Later, she became my wife. She told me that she never felt passionate about other guys she dated, and she never dared to speak as freely and unrestrainedly as she did with me. She missed the carefree feeling she had when she was with me; she longed for the feeling of being with me, just like my emotions. We were practically a match made in heaven; for her, it was like going to the wrong toilet and marrying the right man.
She was still fascinated by my penis, and remained just as interested in its erection and ejaculation. This must be what sexologists say: the first and most intense sexual stimulation can influence a person's future sexual awareness. I loved to hug her from behind like before, with her buttocks and inner thighs tightly gripping my penis.
As I thrust, I would masturbate and massage her clitoris, and she would have several orgasms quickly, just like in college. Now we could do it naked at home, which felt even more exciting and relaxing. I would ejaculate all over her buttocks and thighs, and we would whisper our never-ending dirty sweet nothings while playing.

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