Summer's Several Women (4) - High School Classmates I Haven't Seen for Many Years

In the spring, I ran into a woman in a coffee shop. She was a petite woman. She glanced at me as she passed by. I looked up instinctively, and she stared at me for a long time before calling out my name. She looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember where we had met. However, I was sure we knew each other.
She introduced herself as a student from xxx Middle School. At that moment, I suddenly remembered her as my high school classmate, Chen xx. Back then, she was a thin and petite girl who was always chattering. Her grades weren't very good, and she went straight to work without taking the college entrance exam.
I said we haven't seen each other for thirty years, and she said yes. She asked me where I lived, and I said in xxx. She said it wasn't far from her home, and then said that I hadn't changed much in thirty years. I said I was almost fifty and had quite a lot of gray hair. She said I didn't look that old.
We chatted for a while and exchanged contact information. She lives only a few hundred meters from my house. Later, she said she had something to do and that we would talk another day, and then she left in a hurry.
I hadn't seen her for thirty years. Chen had gone from being the petite female student I remembered to a middle-aged woman. The girl who used to be so thin and small was still short, but she was much more mature and had gained some weight, though her figure was still okay.
When I was in high school, it was an ordinary school. Half of the students got into university, and half didn't. As we worked and our social status changed, and as cities and jobs changed, many of my classmates lost contact with me for thirty years. It's a kind of luck to meet Chen xx.
After we got WeChat, we contacted each other more often and chatted whenever we had free time. We started by talking about our past, and then we talked about our work situation back home. Chen started working right after graduating from high school, got married a few years later, had a daughter who lives in Canada, and now she works at the neighborhood committee.
We met a few times. Once, she invited some high school classmates, and the group had a small get-together and some drinks. Another time, we bumped into each other outside, chatted for a while, and ended up having dinner together.
She said she was divorced when her child was in elementary school. She had tried to remarry afterward, but they couldn't work out, so she never did. She said she had gotten used to it over the years and didn't want to look for someone else. That day, she asked me a lot about my life over the years, about my wife, and about my child.
The next day she sent us some photos from our high school days; we were so young back then.
A while ago, my wife and child went back to Northeast China to visit my maternal grandmother. I was home alone. On Saturday morning, she contacted me, saying she needed to move some things and asked me to come over and help. So I went. The room looked like she was moving. She said the house belonged to her mother-in-law, but it had already been sold. Her sister-in-law had taken some things, she was taking some back to her own home, and she didn't want some of the rest. I asked her why she was still involved in her mother-in-law's affairs. Although they were divorced, she and her mother-in-law still kept in touch. Chen said her mother-in-law had been in poor health for the past few years, so she had moved in with her, and she had taken care of the elderly woman until she passed away last year.
Her sister-in-law came over and took some things away. It was almost noon when she said she would treat me to lunch. I said a bowl of noodles would be fine, but she said she would make me some dried noodles. I ate lunch at her house.
We chatted while eating, reminiscing about middle school and our teenage years. Chen was very happy, and when she got excited, she said she really liked me back then, complaining that I ignored her. I told her she was always asking me all sorts of questions, and I always answered them. She said that didn't count. Chen then said that after her divorce, she thought if I got divorced too, she would come to see me, but she couldn't find me anywhere. She was surprised to find that we lived so close. At this point, she asked if my wife would mind me staying here so long. I told her she had taken the child and gone back to her parents' house. She said, "No wonder you're not in a hurry to go home." She said if I wasn't in a hurry, I could help her with some chores. I asked what kind of chores, and she said the house had already been transferred to her name, and the new owner would be coming to collect the keys in a few days, so she wanted me to help her tidy up.
I helped her pack quite a few suitcases. She said she was going to Canada at the end of the month because she was going to be a grandmother and would be living with her child there. I asked, "Where's the baby's father?" She said he died during the pandemic. She said her daughter had gotten married in Canada and was pregnant, and the young couple wanted her to come and help take care of the baby. I asked if she was Chinese or a foreigner. She said she was Chinese, from Beijing, and that she had never met her son-in-law, only seen him in video calls. As she spoke, she took out her phone and showed me photos of the young couple.
After helping her pack a few bags at her house, I went home. We chatted on WeChat for a while that night, and didn't go to sleep until midnight.
The next day was Sunday. In the morning, she said she needed to move some things and asked me to come help, so I went. Actually, I didn't need to help much. Her sister-in-law called a moving company, and they moved some large appliances and large boxes. There weren't many things left, mostly old-fashioned furniture and a few of her own belongings. She said she wouldn't need these in a few days. I asked her if she still had a place to live in Beijing. She said she had an apartment, which she received in the divorce. Her mother also left her a bungalow, saying it was in a hutong (alley) next to our high school. I asked if that area hadn't been demolished. She said she had been waiting for demolition, but now it's a protected area and won't be demolished.
The moving company left, and her sister-in-law drove off too. Chen asked me if I wanted to eat at home or out. I said I didn't need to go out; I could just get something simple or order takeout. She said she bought some groceries that morning and asked me to help her cook.
She gave me steamed buns and two side dishes. She asked if I drank alcohol, saying there was beer. I had a little beer at noon, not much. We chatted while we ate. We talked about high school again, about our spring outings, sports meets, and the happy times we had together.
After we finished eating and washing the dishes, the conversation turned to her liking me. She asked if I liked her back then, and I said, "Don't talk about back then, I still like you now." She said, "Don't flatter me, she's like an old lady now." I said, "I like old ladies too." She asked, "Really?" I jokingly suggested a hug, but she said no. I moved closer, pressing against her from behind, and she didn't resist, continuing to wash the dishes.
I'm not a devout believer, so I don't know what she thinks. If I have the chance, I will try to put it into practice.
She finished washing the dishes and put them in the cupboard. The kitchen was small, so she asked me to move aside so she could go out. I said I wanted to hug her, but she said no. I said just one hug, and she said okay.
I picked her up in a princess carry, lifting her off the ground in one go. Her face flushed instantly, and she punched me lightly. I said, "You're so light!" She replied, "I weigh almost 100 pounds," and told me to put her down. I asked her how long it had been since anyone had carried her like that, but she didn't answer, only telling me to put her down.
I wanted to put her down, but the kitchen wasn't very big. I carried her out of the kitchen and into the foyer. It was an old-fashioned house, so the space wasn't large to begin with. There were things on the floor and some furniture. Just as I was about to carry her to a more spacious place to put her down, Chen said something, "Put me down in broad daylight," his voice trembling slightly.
Having been around women for years, I knew I had a chance. I carried her straight to the bedroom. On the way, Chen said the door wasn't locked yet. I asked if anyone was coming. She said, "What if?"
I asked if it was okay, and she said no, she was going to call for help. She didn't speak loudly. I said, "Go ahead and call," and then I put her on the bed. I pressed myself on top of her, hugged her, and started kissing her.
Her heart was racing, her body was hot, and her breathing was heavy. As I kissed her, I slipped my hand inside her clothes and touched her flesh, which made her heart beat even faster. I unhooked her bra from behind, and she said the curtains weren't drawn. When I touched her breasts, she gripped my hand tightly and said no.
When I tried to take off her pants, she struggled to crawl to the other side of the bed, her buttocks sticking up as she did so. I grabbed her waistband and yanked, pulling down her elasticated pants and underwear, revealing her large, white buttocks. She turned around to pull her pants back up, but as she turned, her feet left the bed, making it easier to pull them down. In a flash, her pants were pulled off, leaving her completely naked. Her face flushed red, and she covered her crotch with her hands as she looked at me.
She glanced at me, then pulled her bra out of her clothes. I took off my pants and got into bed naked. She hugged me and started kissing me again, letting me touch her breasts. Chen's breasts weren't big, and her nipples weren't big either, but they were already erect.
After touching me for a while, she pushed me away, helped me take off my shirt, and then sat on the bed and took off all her own clothes. Then, naked, she casually drew the curtains.
I pressed down on her, grabbed her legs, and entered her body. As I entered, she stared at me with wide eyes and then let out a soft moan.
I held her and started doing it. She was under me, holding me tightly, and enjoying it with her eyes closed.
I asked her how long it had been since she last did it, and she said five or six years. I asked her if it was comfortable, and she said it was.
After a while, I held her and put her on top of me, then thrust into her from below. She made a soft "mmm" sound, which was not loud but sounded very pleasant.
We changed positions again. Chen's waist wasn't thick, and when she bent over, it looked even thinner. From behind, her back was very attractive. Her breasts weren't large; two loose breasts hung and swayed in front of her chest. When I stood still, she would lean back to meet me, making soft, satisfied "mmm" sounds.
After changing positions a few times, she said she wanted to lie down, but I held her and continued. She continued to moan and groan. I asked her if she had orgasmed. She said she had. I said I wanted to ejaculate, and Chen said, "Ejaculate inside." I asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" Chen said, "I'm going through menopause, I can't get pregnant anymore." I held her and increased the frequency of my thrusting for a while, releasing the semen I had been holding back for several days into her body.
After we finished, we lay on the bed, and she pulled the air conditioner over us. We talked for a while under the covers, and then it started raining outside. The rain was heavy, and it made a pattering sound as it hit the awning outside her window.
She said it was raining, and I said it was raining and I would go back after the rain stopped. She said you must be tired too, why don't you get some sleep?
I talked to her for a while, and then I fell asleep. She touched my body, my legs, and my penis under the covers, waking me up. I told her I was asleep, and she said, "You slept for a little while, did I wake you?" I said I'm a light sleeper. She looked at me, I looked at her, and we started kissing again. We made love again, not quickly or intensely, just slow thrusting, enjoying the process. After we finished, Chen seemed a little younger.
It was past five o'clock when we finally got up and dressed. I suggested we have dinner together that evening, but she said she had other things to do and told me to go home. As I was leaving, I asked her when she was going to Canada, and she said the end of the month. I said I'd treat her to dinner before she left, and she agreed.
On Friday, she sent me a photo on WeChat. It was at an airport, but not in Beijing. I asked her where she was, and she said she was in Shanghai, about to board her flight to Canada. I asked if she had anything going on that night, and she said she was fine, just a little overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all. I told her to contact me if she needed anything, and I'd help her as much as I could. Chen agreed. A while later, she said she was about to board the plane. After a long time, Chen sent me two more photos: one of me sleeping in her bed, and one of her selfie on the plane, in economy class, in the middle seat. She said she was already on board. I told her to take care of herself on the journey and get plenty of rest, and she said she knew. She didn't reply to my next message. Half an hour later, Chen sent another WeChat message saying the plane was about to take off and that we wouldn't be in contact anymore.
Chen is gone.

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