The confusion of senior year

Before I knew it, I was already in the second semester of my senior year, and my confusion had only intensified.
Returning to the dorm where I'd spent three and a half years, my melancholy deepened. Perhaps in a few days I'd be drifting on a construction site.
My buddies were gradually returning, and I realized how different we were from our freshman year. Back then, we
arrived ; now, we were all worried, about to go our separate ways.
Suddenly, I remembered to call Ya.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
A lazy voice came from the other end: "Sleeping..." followed by a big yawn. "I'm taking the 3 PM train today, arriving at 4 AM.
Come pick me up, honey..."
"Okay, honey, see you then, love you..."
I went out for dinner with my buddies, played basketball, and had some drinks. Before I knew it, it was evening. Time flies!
During the interview, I learned that they had all secured internships, while I was the only one still unsure of where to go. I
hadn't heard from them since submitting my application last semester.
Finally, I told them I wouldn't be coming back tonight, and we all smiled at each other.
Standing on this dilapidated bus, almost overflowing with people, a feeling of nausea welled up inside me.
But when I thought about seeing my beloved Ya soon, I felt that enduring the 45-minute journey wasn't
a big deal; I could just buy my own car later.
Just then, I received a text from Ya: "Guess what gift I brought you?"
"Is it a Hangzhou specialty?" I replied.
"Wrong, you idiot, it's a brush. From now on, you'll have to wash your own underwear," she replied quickly.
I suddenly realized that Ya was no longer as reserved as before.
She was a girl you would never forget.
1.75 meters tall, with flowing hair, beneath which lay a perfect oval face, flawless
skin, a noble and elegant demeanor, and a pure appearance that was maddening.
Her name was Ya, a Chinese literature major, and she was always followed by pairs of greedy eyes.
I, 1.87 meters tall, a mechanical engineering and automation student, was said to be associated with the word "handsome" by many, a notion I didn't quite accept. But
I always believed I could give others a sense of security. I never imagined I would intrude into her life, but life is unpredictable.
Three years ago…
I was sitting alone on a bus, in a window seat, when I suddenly noticed a tall girl standing next to me. She looked tired, her hair was
a little messy, her eyes were squinting, and her slender figure seemed somewhat forlorn.
I quickly stood up, tugged at her sleeve, and said, "Excuse me, have your seat."
She looked at me gratefully, "Thank you," her voice soft and beautiful.
Only then did I see her clearly: bright, sparkling eyes, an oval face—a beauty.
I had intended to strike up a conversation, but she fell asleep as soon as she touched the seat.
It seemed like fate; I never thought I was lucky with women.
When we arrived at the final stop, I found her still sleeping in that charming pose, and I couldn't bear to wake her.
"Excuse me, we've arrived..."
"Oh, really? I'm so sorry." She suddenly woke up.
Hehe, her face looked so beautiful at that moment.
"Thank you so much, thank you." She said shyly.
"You're welcome," I replied. Just as I was about to ask her name, she disappeared into the student crowd, but she still stood out from the crowd, so
different.
Oh well.
Not long after, I was casually walking among the basketball team when my roommate, A, told me that a beautiful girl was waving at me. I said, "How
could that be But when I looked up, it was her!
I ran over excitedly. "Hehe, beautiful, what's up?" As soon as I said it, I regretted it; my question was too cliché.
"I'm treating you to dinner to express my gratitude." A beautiful girl treating me to dinner—how could I refuse? I quickly went back to the dorm, took a shower, borrowed 200
yuan from A, and set off.
Through that meal, I learned her name was Ya, her mother was a professor, her father was a businessman, and she was an only child.
I told her that everyone called me Wolf, her father was a doctor, and her mother was a housewife.
We got along very well that time, laying the foundation for our future development.
A few months later, we held hands; everything seemed to fall into place naturally.
I became the public enemy of all the male students in the Chinese Literature Department, but I was happy with it.
A sudden, jolting brake pulled me back from my reverie.
After several hours of arduous waiting, I finally saw Ya, whom I had been longing for. I rushed over like a shark smelling blood, embracing her and
kissing . Her scent was still so alluring, and she was still so beautiful. I only put her down when we realized we were still at the train station
.
We enthusiastically discussed where to go that night, and finally decided to stay out overnight. Actually, Ya knew what I was going to do, haha.
We simply asked the driver to take us to the back street of the school; it cost 35 yuan.
This street truly lived up to its name as a decadent street, filled with hotels and restaurants, a vibrant nightlife scene, offering everything from food and drink to entertainment, with countless students
coming and going enjoying themselves.
Many parents couldn't imagine that a place just a wall away from a prestigious university could be so corrupt and filthy.
We'd both been holding back for so long; we needed to release.
We found a clean room, and the first thing we did was take a shower, then get into bed.
Today, our feelings were completely different from when we came here before; now we were like adults.
"Wolf, what are your plans?"
My girlfriend, her face slightly flushed, pressed tightly against my chest, one hand on my shoulder.
I stroked her smooth, delicate, and fair skin, answering slowly and deliberately, "Let's get married first!"
I gazed deeply at her beautiful oval face and slowly kissed her. Instantly, I felt her breath, sweet as orchids. She opened her small mouth, letting my
tongue swirl in her mouth. I savored the taste of this woman who had been with me for three years. Just as I was about to roll over and pin her beneath my 65-kilogram body
,
the phone rang.
"Damn it, who the hell is it?!" I slowly picked up the Nokia 5300 and pressed the answer button.
"Is this Liao? I'm a salesperson from XX company. Our company has approved your internship application. Please come over tomorrow..."
...
That's great! My internship is finally settled.
"Ya, I'm starting my internship tomorrow, I really want you to come with me."
"I want to too, but my dad has already arranged it for me."
I quickly reached my hand between her breasts, eliciting a scream from her. "
Let's make it good today, okay?"
"Mmm..."
I gently pinched her two small nipples and sucked on them. After a while, her nipples became erect, like two buds, bright and shiny,
with .
Her breathing became rapid, and she pressed my head down hard.
I mischievously slid my hand to the inside of her thighs, and she suddenly squeezed her legs together. I gently parted her two slender legs, revealing her beautiful peach garden
, which was exuding her fragrance.
Her most sensitive clitoris stood erect on her two pink labia, and that charming little slit was slowly oozing honey, and her pubic hair appeared even
blacker and thicker under the nourishment of her vaginal fluid. I teased her most sensitive spot with my fingers. "Ah..." Ya couldn't help but moan.
I then scooped up some of her genitals, smelled it, and then tasted it.
Seeing this, Ya was overcome with lust, her body exuding a captivating, erotic fragrance.
Ya whispered to me, "Wolf, I want it, I want it..."
I grasped one of her breasts with one hand and wandered over her vaginal opening with the other.
"What do you want?"
"I want yours, I want it so badly right now..."
"Which one do you want? Go get it yourself."
"You're so naughty, so naughty..."
Her slender hand grasped my thick penis, guiding my glans towards her private parts. At this moment, I couldn't resist any longer, and I broke in before she was even wet.
Ya arched her slender waist, her face radiating womanly satisfaction and pleasure.
Ya doesn't moan, except when she orgasms, which puzzled me. But this also had an advantage: I could clearly tell whether I had brought her to orgasm.
I slowly thrust in and out, letting her gradually adjust and enjoy it. Actually, we'd only been having sex for a short time,
about two years, since we started dating. But strangely, her vagina hadn't become loose or darkened from the ravages of my large penis, which I
really liked.
When I felt my penis sliding freely inside Ya's vagina, I instantly increased the speed of my thrusts, watching my beloved woman
move back and forth as I fucked her, filling me with pride.
When I saw Ya's labia being flipped in and out by my penis, revealing the tender flesh inside, I felt even more stimulated, thrusting harder and harder, the whole room
filled the sound of impact.
"So good, so good, ah. Husband, so good... You're so amazing, ah, ah..."
I was stunned. Why was Ya moaning? Could she have orgasmed so quickly? Without thinking twice, I fucked her even harder.
"Honey, you're so good at this, oh, ah... ah! Oh..."
"So good, so good... don't stop, okay? Honey, I love you..."
Ya's skin started to turn pink, and I knew she was about to climax again.
I deliberately pulled out my penis, which was covered in her juices. I really wanted to know how a quiet girl like Ya would react at this moment.
Would she blush and beg me to go back in? Or would she pretend nothing had happened and end our intercourse hastily? Just as I was rapidly swirling
these thoughts, Ya suddenly grabbed my penis and shoved it directly into her vagina.
"Don't go, okay, honey, I feel so bad, keep going, don't leave me, okay? Keep going, go all the way, just don't go,
honey, hurry!" I couldn't believe my ears. Ya, who was usually as docile as a cat, was now saying such things like a slut.
I pulled my penis out hard again, bringing out a thick stream of her juices, which was extremely lewd. I felt like I was on steroids.
"Baby, let's change positions."
"What position, honey, tell me..." Ya's voice became very urgent. To be honest, I had never seen this wanton side of her before, but
I discovered it the day before I left. Usually, when we make love, we always use the very traditional method, missionary. Please excuse my pretense.
Although I had suggested changing positions many times, she had always refused.
"Lie down in front of me, with your ass facing my cock."
Ya hesitated for a moment, but the temptation of orgasm made her immediately give up her hesitation, and her lust made her unable to control herself.
She buried her head deeply in the blanket and propped up her two long legs.
I pressed her slender waist down with my hands. Ya's figure has always been my source of pride. At this moment, it was displayed without reservation. Her
high, perky buttocks, her mysterious and vulnerable vulva were immediately in full view, her bright red and full pussy, her tight anus, and her full and naturally drooping breasts, all of which
made my heart flutter.
Without a word, I took my penis, its enormous glans aimed at her deep vagina, and pressed down hard, the glans disappearing instantly into her full, juicy honey pot.
At that moment, I finally experienced what it felt like to have sex with a woman; the feeling of control was incredibly pleasurable.
I knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, the other on the floor, thrusting into Ya's 22-inch vagina again and again. At that moment, I felt like a roc spreading its wings, the feeling of looking down
was so comfortable, my big, thick penis filling Ya's hole.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Ya; this classic, beastly mating method was very brutal.
I thrust my hips forward, a crisp "smack," and it was fully inside, quickly withdrawing, repeating this, making me feel like I was floating on air.
I also often slapped Ya's plump buttocks, leaving five bright red handprints on her fair skin, and Ya would always
groan loudly; this feeling was wonderful.
Ya gradually felt her strength waning, panting heavily, her body covered in fine beads of sweat.
"Wolf, I...I...I can't take it anymore, let's...let's...use the old position, okay...okay?" Ya was so overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that she could barely speak
.
I wrapped an arm around her slender waist and slowly lowered her down.
Ya's face was flushed, her skin as smooth as satin—she was so beautiful.
I reinserted my penis into Ya's body and began thrusting rapidly.
"Ya, was the position comfortable?" I asked with a smile.
Ya looked at me with hazy eyes: "Comfortable, very comfortable..."
Seeing Ya becoming increasingly dazed, I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts.
Ya's skin gradually turned from pink to bright red, and her moans grew louder, "Ah! Husband, ah! She's coming, I feel so good..."
After the climax, Ya nestled beside me like a little bird and slowly fell asleep, while I pondered our future together.
[The End]

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