Recalling the ambiguous life in college

Today, something happened that reminded me of all the little ambiguous relationships I had in college.
Besides my proper first love, I experienced four other ambiguous relationships in college.
When I first entered university, I was assigned to a dorm that I thought was really stupid. The first night, during our late-night chat, my roommates were bragging a lot. I thought to myself, "Damn, you guys are so great, why are you in such a lousy school?" My contempt for them led to my being an outsider in the dorm, which naturally shaped my college life.
The first relationship involved two girls, but I succeeded with one and failed with the other. Let's call the one I succeeded with L and the one I failed with H. They were both in our class. L and I were from the same hometown. L was tall with long legs, and her looks were average. H was L's dormmate. She was shorter, her breasts weren't large but were round, and her looks were above average. Both of us were the type to be unsociable. We met because we were in the same activity group, and we gradually became close. Because I'm very familiar with the area around the school, I naturally became their guide. In the second semester of my freshman year, L, H, and I started eating and leaving get out of class together every day. Around this time, because I couldn't stand the idiots in my dorm anymore, I rented a place off-campus. The two of them often came to my place. Since I like to cook, we made a deal: I would cook for them, and they would help me tidy up the place when they had time. We became quite close by then, and I often joked with them, saying, "Why don't you two stay and sleep here?" This always resulted in some sarcastic remarks. Later, L started working at a small restaurant off-campus, where meals were provided, and she rarely came over anymore. Naturally, H and I had more opportunities to spend time together. One time, we were shopping. She jaywalked. I pulled her back, grabbing her hand. I could clearly feel her body tremble. I complained to her and then led her across the street. Once on the other side, she pulled her hand away. We continued shopping. Then one day, after H and I finished eating, we sat on the bed watching TV. She was eating her ice cream by herself. I said, "You didn't even buy me one when you came." She said, "You want this?" and handed it to me. I was taken aback. I took it and started eating. Suddenly, she stood up and asked me what I meant. I said, "Nothing. You gave it to me." She asked again, "Don't play dumb. I'm asking what you mean to me." I was silent for a moment. She slammed the door and left. She came to eat there again after that, but less and less. L went to work at a small restaurant. When I wasn't cooking, I would always go to the restaurant where she worked. The restaurant owner always thought I was her boyfriend. One day, L had a fever and went to the restaurant. In the afternoon, the owner called me, saying L was feeling unwell. I went to the restaurant to pick her up and took her back to my rented apartment. I bought some medicine and put my towel on her head. When I took off her shoes, I saw she was wearing stockings. For some reason, my lower body twitched a few times. I still took off her shoes and told her to sleep. My first time with her happened after my first love cheated on me for the second time. I remember drinking a lot when I got back to school. L stayed with me the whole time. She knew about my girlfriend. We even had dinner together when we went home for holidays. She also had a boyfriend from high school. The more I drank, the more I thought about my first love being brutally raped by armed police officers. The more I thought about it, the more resentful I became, so I pushed L onto the bed and started tearing off her clothes. She didn't resist. We had sex like that. The next day, I found blood on L's genitals. I looked at her in surprise. She said it was okay and not my fault. So I said, "Be my girlfriend." She agreed. I went out to buy her clothes. After that, we had sex for about two months. During one time, I couldn't help but call out my ex-girlfriend's name. That relationship ended. But to this day, L, H, and I are still good friends.
The second incident happened in my rented apartment. One day, a fairly pretty girl moved in next door. Then a guy would often come to see her. Every time he came, there would be loud sex noises. What was most unbearable was that this guy was my high school classmate. A complete idiot. I even beat him up. He actually slept with such a nice girl. What's most infuriating is that one day I heard that girl crying. After chatting for a bit, I asked what happened. The guy dumped her and found another girl of similar quality. I just chuckled and comforted her a few times. A few days later, she brought home a handsome young man, saying he was her younger brother. Haha. That night, I heard the sounds of sex. I figured I had a chance with her. Then, two weeks later, I finally got to sleep with her. She was very experienced. She told me it was my safe period. We even had unprotected sex once. My relationship with this girl lasted on and off until I graduated from university. But it didn't last long. She quickly got a new boyfriend. And I guess, like her brother, I was just a backup option, a consolation prize.
The third part is the beginning of my fetish. I mentioned before that seeing L's stockings would make my penis throb. That was probably just the beginning. But this time, my fetish became uncontrollable and even affects me now. A friend took me to a KTV with adult content. That's where I met Lulu. Lulu was a full-time prostitute. Back then, I was naive and didn't know any better. I gave her my phone number.
One day, I inexplicably received a call from Lulu. She asked me to dinner. When I got there, she wanted me to go to the hospital with her. Predictably, then Lulu made a completely incomprehensible request: to "keep me as a mistress." I was stunned. I refused, saying, "You can call me if you're not feeling well." Although I'm a poor student, but... Later, I realized that my words might have hurt her. She silently picked up her bag and left. Later, I felt guilty and went to the karaoke bar to find her. Although I didn't agree to her conditions for being my mistress, we still got together. She didn't need to give me money. It all started when Lulu drank a lot at the karaoke bar. After work, Lulu asked her "mommy" to call me, so I went to pick her up. That day, the karaoke bar was having an event. Lulu was wearing black-rimmed glasses, a white t-shirt, and a pencil skirt. I couldn't resist the sight of her flesh-colored, shiny stockings. I'd been with her before, but back then I was a customer, and it cost me two months' worth of living expenses. After taking Lulu home, we started a night of intense lovemaking. Lulu stretched her legs straight, her stockinged toes pressing tightly against my mouth and nose, making me suck on her toes. The feeling of not being able to breathe excited me immensely. After that, we lived together. Lulu loved giving me oral sex. Her oral skills were flawless, without any teeth. One of her special skills was sucking on a large jelly-like object. And then there was the "ice and fire" technique, which I only learned about later. Lulu liked to push my buttocks, while giving me oral sex, she'd wrap the heel of her 7.8cm heels around her stockings, stuff them into my anus, and make the stockings swirl around me while she licked me from back to front. But Lulu would often call me saying she wasn't coming back. Of course, I knew what was going on. And at those times, I'd put Lulu's stockings on my pants, fantasizing about Lulu having sex with different people.
The last part is about graduating from university. X and L worked at the same restaurant. They got to know each other after going there so often. X was on the heavier side, with average looks and wide-set eyes, so she always wore glasses. However, she wore stockings every day – flesh-colored, black, and gray. Her legs were a bit thick, but still quite shapely. Although a little plain, not as glamorous as Lulu, she still had a certain charm. She and her boyfriend rented a place outside. Her boyfriend was older than us. A few days before graduation, I went back to school to pick up my diploma. I had been away from school for a long time, doing an internship in another city. I had nowhere to stay when I got back, so I called her to suggest we get together. She was in class. I said I'd wait for her. When I saw her after class, I was a little disappointed. She was wearing black cropped tops. Looking at her outfit, I didn't get much of a visual treat. We just ate together. I mentioned I had nowhere to stay, so she showed me around the village rentals. Because many people were coming back to pick up their diplomas, they had all paid extra and still couldn't find a place. She offered to ask if any of the boys in her class had any empty beds. So we went back to her house first. We asked around but couldn't find any. She said, "Then you can rest here for the night." She split the bed in half. Because back then, double beds in rental rooms were made by pushing two single beds together. So we settled in. I don't know how X is doing. Anyway, I didn't sleep a wink all night. I was thinking about whether to have sex or not. The night passed. The next day, I went to the toilet. While I was in the toilet, X changed her clothes, intending to take me. She wore a puffy dress that was a little above her knees and flesh-colored stockings. She went to wash up. The faucets in the village were the kind with a protruding end. When she bent over, the crotch of her stockings was exposed. And her very plain white underwear. I immediately got aroused. After she finished washing up and came back to the room, I grabbed her and started kissing her. She responded enthusiastically with her tongue. Then I took off her dress and my clothes. I put her on the bed and started licking her genitals through her stockings and underwear. Then I rubbed her breasts. She moaned in response. Then I tore open her stockings and made her lie face down. I started licking her anus. I licked for about 20 minutes. Then I inserted my penis from behind. She was very wet. Her anus was very special. Her labia were very plump. The opening was narrow, but when I went in a little, the middle felt soft and movable. Further in, the opening was very narrow again. Then there was more movable soft flesh. Further inside was the cervix. It felt like three tight bands were clamping the head of my penis, the crown of my penis, and the base of my penis. With each thrust, the movable soft flesh, like a suction, combined with the tight parts, created a strong suction on my penis. Because it was rear-entry, I had to press hard on her waist. I thrust in and out while slapping her buttocks hard. Each time she moaned loudly. After about 10 minutes, I felt her suction pulling my penis in deeper and deeper. I couldn't hold back anymore. I sped up the thrusting and only managed to hold back for another 1 or 2 minutes before ejaculating inside. After she calmed down, she gave me a lecture and even made me buy emergency contraception. But among so many girls, her vagina was absolutely amazing. Before leaving school, if her boyfriend wasn't around, we'd have sex several times. In less than a month and a half, it was 3-4 times a day on average. By the time I left school, my belly had shrunk considerably. Honestly, I really envied her husband. That kind of amazing vagina is probably something you'll never find again. Now that she's had a child, that amazing vagina is probably gone.

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