A drunken farewell at university

Four years of university life came to an end with the graduation exams. Our class held a graduation party at a pub near the school. I heard that Xiaoqing and Siwen had recently had a fight and broke up. I thought maybe this was the best time for me to confess to her!
Tonight, with the upbeat music playing in the pub, I felt a little excited but also a little nervous!
I said to Peirong, who was sitting next to me, "I'm planning to confess to Xiaoqing later." Peirong looked surprised and incredulous, but quickly smiled back and raised her glass, saying, "Big Watermelon, good luck!" After saying that, she got up and went to chat with other classmates.
I took a few sips of wine to ease my nervousness, mustered my confidence, and walked to Xiaoqing's side, ready to confess my love that I had kept hidden in my heart for four years. With a pounding heart, I said, "Xiaoqing, I heard you and Siwen broke up. Actually, there's something I want to tell you..." Just then
, a commotion erupted at the door. It turned out that Siwen, the senior with the buzz cut, had come to surprise Xiaoqing. At first, Xiaoqing didn't pay much attention to him, but after Siwen's kind words and requests to get back together, the two reconciled and happily went dancing together. Watching the two of them so dazzling on the dance floor, with the cheers and shouts of their classmates, all my courage vanished. The depression in my heart deepened with the night. I didn't know how to vent this unspeakable emotion, so I could only think of the most direct method: drinking vodka one glass after another, using alcohol to numb my heartache!
The next day, I couldn't even remember how I got back to my place. It felt like my head had been hit by several hammers, and I was seeing stars!
There was a towel on my pillow to cool down my fever. When I got downstairs, I realized I hadn't ridden my motorcycle back, so I went to the pub from yesterday to get it.
Back at my place, my head still ached a bit, and I lay down again because of the dizziness. I vaguely remembered having a wet dream last night: "In the dim light of the dream, I had a passionate encounter with a woman with a hazy figure on the bed. Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, she was passionate and unrestrained. Her wet, hot lips released my long-suppressed desires. Her nimble tongue slid over her broad chest and the erect penis between her legs, teasing every sensitive nerve in my body. Oh! The woman's waist slumped, and she couldn't help but..." A soft moan escaped my lips as a sudden, warm, wet sensation enveloped my lower body. The woman's hands rested lightly on my chest, her slender waist swaying gently. The warm, wet touch was indescribably pleasurable, yet I was so intoxicated that even reaching out to touch her felt unattainable. "Oh! Mmm...mmm...so good...it feels...oh...oh..." Her unpretentious moans echoed in my ears, a genuine reflection of her feelings, making my heart race and my blood boil!
The woman kissed my lips, then whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
Her movements continued rapidly, reaching an unbearable limit!
I felt an overwhelming urge rush to my head, a low growl escaped my throat, followed by a shudder. Thick, hot semen shot uncontrollably deep into the woman's vagina. The woman, drenched in the hot semen, seemed electrocuted, her body stiffening. A few seconds later, she collapsed onto me, seemingly deflated. The exhaustion made my eyelids so heavy I could barely open them. Before losing consciousness, I vaguely remembered the woman in my dream having a unique fragrance and a sexy mole on her left breast.
I got out of bed, puzzled, and asked my roommates if they had seen how I got home last night.
They said, "Who knows! Everyone went to celebrate graduation and partied all night. Nobody was around." The next day, I went to school to ask my classmates who had taken me home. I wanted to pay them back for the taxi, but no one admitted to bringing me back. What the hell! Did Sadako carry me home? Oh well! I'll save the money.
But if it was just a wet dream, why did it feel so real?
Oh well, I guess I'm still hungover! If I'd known a hangover would be this bad, I wouldn't have drunk so much that night.
[The End]

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