A special girl in junior high school

I remember in junior high school, because I did well in my studies and was outgoing and funny, I sometimes received love letters from girls in my school. These letters usually ended up gathering dust in
a corner because my family was strict about my studies and wouldn't allow me to have a girlfriend. However, there was one girl who was very special in my memory!
This special girl always used the same envelopes and stationery—light purple envelopes and stationery that smelled faintly of fragrance. She never wrote anything romantic in her letters
, never introduced herself, and never signed her name. She just wrote down her daily feelings on the letters, which were always sent directly to my home address without
a return address.
At first, I didn't pay much attention, but she sent one every two or three days. Later, I gradually started to notice her letters and realized she was
special ! Unlike other girls, she seemed to only treat me as a friend.
Back then, to prepare for the college entrance exams, many people went to cram schools after school, and I was no exception. I remember that among my closest female friends,
there was only one girl named Jiajing whom I met at a tutoring center. She was a good student, and she would often come to me to discuss and ask me questions about her studies.
She always wore two thick, long, black braids, thick glasses, and had quite a few pimples on her face. Her complexion was always sallow, and she often
had dark circles under her eyes; I guessed she probably stayed up late a lot! Honestly, compared to other girls, she was a bit of an "annoyance"! I always found
it hard to associate her name with her face!
Every time I saw her, she always had a large backpack slung over her shoulder, and she looked a little hunched over. One hand carried a tote bag full of reference books, and the other
carried a lunch bag and a water bottle. Just looking at it made me think how heavy it was, but she carried all that to and from school every day.
Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, at least she was quiet and not annoying, so we were pretty good classmates. Sometimes, if I
accidentally and missed a chapter, I'd ask her for help afterward, and she'd always patiently explain it to me.
Because we often helped each other with schoolwork, she became one of my better female friends. Sometimes, when other girls tried to
talk to me, she'd discreetly walk away; I think she was a little insecure. Back then, I didn't have any feelings for her, treating her like one of the guys, and I'd ask her for help whenever I needed it. We lost contact
after the college entrance exams . Reading her purple letters became my only form of relaxation during junior high, accompanying me through three years of junior high. Sometimes, if I didn't receive a letter from her, I'd feel strange, a sense of loss washing over me. This continued until I went to college, but I never knew who this mysterious girl was. I passed the high school entrance exam, but not ideally. My results were better in the college entrance exam, so my family wanted me to go to a junior college. For the first three years in junior college, I still received letters, but only one a week. Her neat handwriting felt familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. From the letters, I learned she had been accepted into a high school, and the postmark location had changed; I guessed she had moved. I became increasingly curious about her, wanting to know what kind of person she was, what she looked like. She even knew what school I went to, my personality, my habits… she knew me quite well, but I knew nothing about her! Because I was older after starting junior college, my parents were more at ease with me and less concerned about my private life; coupled with the constraints of junior high, the complete liberation in junior college made me indulge myself a bit too much. I started attending many social events, and with my witty conversation and charming appearance, I managed to win over a pretty girlfriend. Even though I already had a girlfriend , I would still carefully read the letters she sent me every week. Later, from the content of her letters, I gradually realized that she probably liked me! Every year on Valentine's Day and Christmas, I would receive a card from her with heartfelt blessings, but she never revealed who she was. During my summer break after my final year of college, she sent me her last letter. In it, she wrote: "I successfully passed my university entrance exam this summer, and I wanted to share ! Actually, I've liked you for a long time, and I know you don't like girls who are too forward, so I deliberately wrote down my feelings and thoughts, hoping to get your attention and make you notice my letters. (P.S. I'm so sneaky, right?) Thank you for being with me through six years and two thousand days of junior high and high school, enriching my otherwise empty school life. I'm not particularly pretty, but I'm content to have secretly liked you like this! I hope you'll remember that there was a girl who once silently and sincerely liked you, even though you'll never know who I am!" "I guess you, handsome guy, probably have a girlfriend now, so I won't write to you anymore. Sending you my sincerest blessings, wishing you eternal happiness! I will always love you!" The letter included a pressed white rose, probably made by her, though I didn't know its meaning at the time. The signature area was usually blank, but this time there was a faint lip print— was it her goodbye kiss? After reading the letter, I looked at the lip print on the paper. She might be, as she said, not a pretty girl, but I think she at least had a beautiful heart! Six years have passed; to call my feelings for her "love" wouldn't be quite right, more like "like" plus a little "habit." That summer, I often waited at home for the postman to deliver the mail, hoping for a miracle and that the purple letter would reappear. It wasn't until after school started that I disappointedly convinced myself that she would truly never write again! Later, I used the pressed flowers she gave me as stationery, often carrying them in my textbooks, occasionally taking them out to look at them, as a way to commemorate a beautiful memory from my youth ! Speaking of my two girlfriends during my college years, they were both above average in looks and had decent figures. At first, things seemed pretty good! But after dating for a while, and after sleeping together, they gradually stopped treating their boyfriends like human beings. They constantly insisted on going out with them, and everything had to be based on their opinions. If they didn't do what they wanted, there would be endless arguments. If she was in a bad mood, I had to go and comfort her no matter how late it was, even if I had midterms or finals the next day. After dating for a while, I got tired and weary of relationships ! I broke up with both of them. Later, my relationships were merely casual sexual partners, used occasionally to satisfy each other's physical needs. In my fifth year of vocational college, I gradually settled down, becoming somewhat tired of this carnal lifestyle. I stopped seeing my sexual partners and started studying with my classmates to prepare for exams. Fortunately, I was admitted to a technical college . My classmates Jianzhi and Jialong, who were also admitted to the same department, naturally became the "Three Musketeers." One day, Jianzhi, the head of the recreation department, approached me...

Jialong and I went to a social event. Since we didn't have classes, we went to see if the university, supposedly famous for its beautiful girls, was really that good.
This social event was arranged by Jianzhi's girlfriend, Xiaorong, and her class. Xiaorong and we were already quite familiar with each other; Jialong and I sometimes
jokingly called her "Sister-in-law!" Xiaorong is straightforward and says what she thinks. Although she's a bit rough around the edges, she's very
obedient .
We arranged to meet at a tea shop outside campus. Xiaorong and her classmate, Kang Le Xiaowen, arrived ten minutes late. They immediately apologized,
explaining that the professor had gone over the curriculum after class, causing them to be late.
Kang Le Xiaowen is definitely cut out to be the class's social leader; she's very outgoing and quickly became friends with everyone! She had long, flowing hair with
slightly wavy, not-too-curly hair, a pretty good figure, and looked quite enthusiastic and charming!
After agreeing on the location, time, and itinerary, Jianzhi and his wife stayed behind, while Jialong and I rode our motorcycles back first. Halfway there, Jialong said he
was going to meet his girlfriend Xiaoru and told me to go back by myself.
Of the three of us, I'm the only one still single. Actually, quite a few girls have a crush on me. Sometimes after going to a blind date, I get calls from
girls inviting me out. Most of them use
excuses like "I'm bored and want to see a movie or go shopping" or "I don't understand my homework and want to ask someone for help"... After hearing it so many times, I know what they're thinking.
Unless I'm also incredibly bored, I rarely accept their invitations. Even if we go out together, I won't agree too many times, to avoid another unpleasant experience like
in college and getting myself into a lot of trouble!
When you first meet a girl, she's like a beautifully coated candy—pretty and charming, but not clingy. Once
you're actually together, that coating melts away, revealing a hollow, superficial interior—not the honey you imagined, but something truly disgusting.
Some are even like a container of excrement! Then, she's not just clingy, she's clingy too! She's so clingy you can't shake her off, which is why I
avoid getting emotionally involved with them.
That day, we met at Taipei Main Station. After picking up the girls, we rode our bikes to the Red River Valley in Wulai, Xindian, for barbecue and water activities. The girls were indeed
quite attractive, with many unique and beautiful
faces. When we drew keys, I drew Jianzhi's girlfriend, Xiaorong, while Jialong drew Xiaowen. Jianzhi didn't draw his, so he asked to switch with me. "
A helps others achieve their goals," I thought, and agreed. On the contrary, Jialong was afraid that Xiaoru would be unhappy if she found out when they got back, so he simply gave me Xiaowen a ride. Seeing Xiaorong hugging Jianzhi
so tightly, I knew how good their relationship was, it was truly enviable!
I gave Xiaowen a ride, and she was quite generous, not shy at all. As soon as she got in the car, she pressed her whole body against me, resting her proud and full breasts
against my back. I estimated they were about 35D, which is quite large!
She took the initiative to hug my waist and deliberately brought her face very close to my ear to speak, which almost made me excited! Based on my feeling, I could probably get
a girl into bed within a week of meeting her.
Later, I realized Xiaowen had a bit of a crush on me. But I've seen plenty of open girls like that, and now my principle with girls is: "
Just sex is fine, but no need for feelings." After arriving at our destination, we split into groups and started building a fire, washing ingredients, and moving stones to use as
chairs . We introduced ourselves to each other while grilling. After the grilling, Xiaowen and Jianzhi led some activities, and the atmosphere was pretty good!
There were quite a few hot girls wearing shorts, skirts, and cute outfits, but I particularly admired a girl with a certain air about her. I felt like
I'd seen her somewhere before; she was wearing a short-sleeved purple casual top and black jeans, which was relatively normal for her.
Some girls, knowing they were going to the countryside, dressed like they were going to a dance hall, attracting attention and constantly worrying about being seen! I really don't know
what they were thinking. I chuckled to myself, thinking that later they'd learn how terrible the black mosquitoes in the mountains are!
The girl in the purple dress sometimes smiled at me, but I didn't think I'd seen her before. I
smiled back .
In the sweltering summer heat, after playing games, we got a bit hot, and some people suggested going for a swim. So we went upstream, intending to find a clean and safe
place to play.
Jialong didn't really want to come because he had a girlfriend, but Jianzhi dragged him along because he was worried about not having enough motorcycles. So Jialong brought fishing gear today, hoping to relax.
Jialong and I used to fish here often, so we knew the area well. We walked at the back of the group, chatting as we went, while the guys helped the girls uphill.
Halfway up, suddenly a girl slipped and fell, swept downstream by the strong current. Luckily, Jialong and I were at the back and quickly pulled
her out of the water; otherwise, she might have been swept downstream! Her clothes were soaked, her hair was dripping wet, and she was coughing
incessantly .
Jialong and I told the person leading the group, "She's alright!" Only then did they continue walking.
She was the girl I mentioned I quite admired. When she fell, it seemed she hit a rock in the water; there was
a rather large scrape on the knee of her jeans. Based on our experience in canyoning, her knee must have been injured, but she was incredibly brave and didn't utter a sound, just limping along.
If it were an ordinary girl, she would have been yelling in pain!
My first impression of this girl was good, and now I admire her even more. She didn't act pitiful like some girls do to gain sympathy from guys!
Jialong took her hands, one on each side, and helped her walk slowly. She politely said, "Thank you!" Jialong jokingly told her, "If it hurts
, just say so. Don't bottle it up inside; it'll cause internal injuries!" She then said shyly, "My knee hurts a little!" Luckily, the stream water was quite cool,
which had a cooling effect and slightly relieved her pain. Since we weren't in the same group, I didn't know her very well, but she was really elegant and seemed like a well-
behaved girl.
Jialong asked her, "What's your name? Let's get to know each other." She said, "My name is Jiajing." I joked, "What a coincidence!
I used to know someone with that name too." What she said next surprised me greatly! She smiled and said, "Your name is XXX, and you were in Class
20, Grade 3 in junior high." I said, "How did you know? Was I that famous in junior high?" She said, "You've forgotten me! I'm
Jiajing, the one you know, from the same school and cram school!" No wonder she kept smiling at me intentionally or unintentionally; it turned out she knew me!
I exclaimed in surprise, "What? It's you? You got plastic surgery?! You look so different!" Jialong said to me, "You're being too harsh!"
"I was afraid of hurting her fragile heart." I really couldn't believe it, I couldn't recognize her. Standing before me was the same Jiajing from back then—wearing big glasses,
two thick braids, a sallow face, covered in pimples, and with dark circles under her eyes!
My mouth dropped open, and I couldn't close it for a long time!
Now, she has a pretty shoulder-length bob, bright eyes, a delicate oval face, and smooth, fair skin—you just want to pinch her cheeks! Her figure is
shapely , unlike when she was a bit hunched over in junior high. Those "little steamed buns" on her chest have grown into "big meat buns"! I really can't believe she didn't have plastic surgery;
the difference is just too much. She's become so beautiful! Truly, a girl changes a lot as she grows up!
I secretly hid behind her and whispered to Jialong, describing her former appearance to him. Jialong also had an expression of disbelief!
Jialong joked, "We're here for a social gathering, not a middle school reunion!" After reaching the sandbar, we
rested briefly and then started playing in the water, catching shrimp and crabs, having water fights... Since it was a rare opportunity, Jialong and I carried our fishing gear and went a little upstream, using
leftover toast from a barbecue as bait to catch fish. Jiajing, because of her injury, couldn't swim and was quite bored, so she limped up to us and chatted with
us .
We caught some bitterling and grouper, but later released them all back.
The sun sets quickly in the mountains, and Jianzhi urged us to leave, otherwise the mountain path would be difficult to navigate in the dark! Jialong and I helped the injured Jiajing
down the mountain. The girl who had been dressed so provocatively just moments before was now completely disregarding her image, frantically swatting at the mosquitoes on her legs, roughly gripping them
– a far cry from her previous gentle and demure demeanor. She kept exclaiming, "So many mosquitoes! They're so poisonous!" Jialong and I laughed until we were doubled over! Jiajing just
smiled faintly.
Based on our experience, mosquito bites like this usually take about a week to fully heal. They definitely wouldn't be able to wear
skirts for a whole week afterward.
Since we were heading straight back after descending the mountain, we asked the boys and girls who lived nearby to share a ride. Because I hadn't seen Jiajing in a long time, I discussed
it and managed to turn away a classmate who really wanted to give her a ride.
I drove her down the mountain, not saying much. I still couldn't quite believe she was the same Jiajing from before; she was so different!
However, because she had fallen into the water and her clothes were completely soaked, and riding her bike down the mountain in the cold mountain wind, she was trembling even when she spoke. I offered her a raincoat, but
she said, "It's not raining, I don't need a raincoat!" I said, "You'll see when you put it on!" Actually, raincoats are not only waterproof but also windproof, making them
less —anyone who frequently hikes in the mountains knows this!
But even after putting on the raincoat, she was still shivering from the cold. She clung tightly to the back of the motorcycle the entire time, too afraid to reach out and hug a guy's waist.
I found it hard to believe that a junior in college could be so introverted!
When we stopped at a red light, I pulled her hands to my waist, telling her to hold on tight so the wind wouldn't get inside the raincoat. Through the raincoat, I
felt her heartbeat was almost twice mine. I secretly chuckled to myself at how incredibly introverted she was!
After riding for a long time, I finally arrived at her rented apartment. Her cheeks were a little red, probably from embarrassment.
I asked her, "You live here?" She said, "Yes! It's more flexible to rent outside the school." I said, "Xiao Rong seems to live
nearby ." She said, "We live on the same floor." I said, "Okay! Hurry up and change your clothes, you don't want to catch a cold. I'll contact you another day!"
She said "Thank you!" and limped up the stairs, holding onto the handrail.
I hadn't been home long when I received a call from Xiao Wen, asking if I wanted to go to the movies that night. I thought it would be pretty boring, but since I had someone to go with, I went.
She held my hand enthusiastically the whole time, and asked if I had a girlfriend. I cut to the chase and told her, "I'm not into relationships, but
I'm ." She pouted and said, "But I want to have a relationship with you!" I said, "Fine, then don't!" She pretended to be reluctant and said,
"Okay, okay! I really like you!" That night, after watching a movie, I went to a hotel with her. Xiaowen had a really hot figure, 35D-
26-32, a body that would make any man's blood boil.
I noticed she seemed like a pretty easy girl, so I asked her how many men she'd slept with. She said, "Not many, only three or four!" The
whole time, she was drenched in sweat and moaning constantly. I never expected that Xiaowen, who usually seemed so beautiful and passionate, would be like a slut in bed! She kept yelling, "
Faster ... Fuck me to death with your big cock... My pussy is about to burst... Please fuck my big cunt raw..." Judging from her behavior, I think she's slept
with more than three or four men, probably three times four!
I did as she wished, releasing all the energy I'd accumulated over the past month onto her. She came three times and was almost unable to get out of bed!
After I finished, I fell into a deep sleep. Around four or five in the morning, ignoring her desire to sleep, I dragged her out of bed and fucked her hard again,
making her feel like she was dying, emptying her "stockpile" for the month.
After we were done, she said she was tired and wanted to sleep a little longer. She gave me her phone number, and I left.

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