University girl from the same hometown

These past few days, I suddenly remembered a girl from my hometown during my university years, so I'm writing this rambling account of our story. This is my first time writing, so please forgive any typos!

We both come from a small county in northern China. Our first meeting was at the start of university. Due to family reasons, no one saw me off, so I took the train to school by myself. After finding my seat, I noticed a father and daughter sitting next to me. The daughter was the girl I was thinking of. The father was quite talkative, and seeing I was alone, he asked where I was going. I told him I was going to such-and-such university. After we introduced ourselves, we learned that we went to the same high school, but not the same class (our high school was quite large, with over thirty graduating classes, each with sixty or seventy students, so we didn't know each other before). We also went to the same university, but to different colleges. I secretly took a closer look at her. To be honest, she wasn't particularly beautiful; she was the kind of girl who wouldn't stand out in a crowd, but she had fair skin and a good figure. At the time, I didn't have any other thoughts in mind. I just felt lucky, not because I was lucky to meet a girl before even entering university, but because I was lucky to have someone to guide me after getting off the train. After all, going to university alone would have been quite scary. That's how I met the girl, and we exchanged phone numbers (back then, QQ wasn't very popular, and Ma Huateng probably hadn't even conceived of WeChat yet).

After settling into the school, I officially began my university life. I didn't think anything would happen between me and the girl. At most, we would greet each other when we met, and we never had any private contact. The turning point came when winter break was approaching. Since there was only one train from the school to my hometown, which ran around 5:30 in the morning, she texted me to ask when I was going home and if I wanted to go with her. As a man, I naturally agreed without hesitation. On the afternoon before I was supposed to go home for the break, I asked her what her plans were for the next morning. Since the school was far from the station, it would take about an hour by taxi. I was planning to find an internet cafe near the station and play games all night. Naturally, I asked her what her plans were. She didn't want to get up at 3 or 4 in the morning to rush to the train station. She meant that she wanted to find a hotel near the station to stay in (don't misunderstand, she meant she wanted to have her own room and take the train early in the morning). It was almost the end of the semester, and I was completely broke. Being a man, I couldn't very well say I couldn't afford a hotel, so I told her I hadn't seen two movies yet and wanted to go to an internet cafe all night to watch them. I told her to go to a hotel by herself, and we'd meet up in the morning to catch the train. I remember one was Jackie Chan's *The Myth*, and the other was Nicolas Cage's *Lord of War*. When I told her I was going to stay up all night, she said she wanted to come too, since she hadn't seen them either. So, around 10 pm, we arrived near the train station and found an internet cafe. Before going online, I wasn't really thinking about anything; I was just killing time with a female classmate while waiting for the train home. Everything was peaceful until around midnight. After watching the two newly released movies, I was idly watching Stephen Chow's "Fight Back to School" when I suddenly noticed a guy in the row in front of me watching porn. Although he was careful to shrink the screen, I still noticed his face was very red, and he looked embarrassed with his head down. At that moment, I suddenly lost my composure and started having feelings for her. To use a popular phrase now, I'm just a loser, and I had absolutely no confidence that anything could happen between us. I pretended to be a very upright gentleman and said, "Let's go, let's not stay here in this disgusting atmosphere." She stood there, her heart pounding, her face turning even redder. She knew I'd discovered she knew others were watching porn. We stood up to pack our things. The guy turned to look at her, and I pretended to be angry and disdainful of him. I grabbed her hand and pulled her away, pretending to be both angry and contemptuous. Of course, pulling her hand was a premeditated act—I wanted to yell at the guy but didn't dare, yet I wanted to act tough. As we left the internet cafe, she tried to pull her hand away, but I didn't. I chuckled and jokingly said it was an oversight, adding that many people at the internet cafes near our school watch this stuff all night. She said it was really boring. Holding her hand, I was already driven by lust, so I said it was too early and we should find somewhere to stay for a while; I was sleepy, and we still had over four hours before our drive. Then I took out the less than two hundred yuan I had and found a small family-run guesthouse near the station. She wanted two rooms, but I said, "Forget it, we're only here for a few hours, let's not waste it. Let's rest for a bit and then leave." So I booked one room, which cost less than a hundred yuan. Because we checked in late and knew we'd be leaving soon, the owner deliberately reduced the price by a few dozen yuan. After entering the room, we only took off our down jackets and lay down on the not-so-big double bed, fully clothed, to chat and rest. That's when I learned that she had a boyfriend who didn't go to school in the same city as us and was on the verge of breaking up. After all, reality isn't always romantic, and distance can create rifts between two people in love. While we were chatting, my mind was constantly thinking about how to sleep with her. I don't know what she was thinking. I figured that someone who hung out with a guy like me must be quite open-minded. Later, I found out that she really had no defenses against me at the time and didn't expect me to do anything to her. She just saw me as an ordinary classmate traveling home with her. Looking at her lying flat beside me with her eyes closed, chatting with me, I was incredibly nervous. I wanted to hold her hand again but didn't dare. Finally, desire won out. I casually touched her hand, and seeing no reaction from her, I suddenly mustered my courage and put my hand on her chest, hugging her tightly. She panicked and pushed me away, grabbing my arm and asking, "What are you doing? Don't do this!" I held her tightly without letting go, whispering in her ear, "I want you. I saw you looking so shy with your head down at the internet cafe, and I really wanted to cherish you." As I said this, I kissed her ear. She struggled, but I didn't let go. Then I kissed her lips. She tried to dodge, but I kept chasing her. Gradually, I felt her resistance lessen, and I kissed her lips (it really was me kissing her, and she didn't respond at all). (I just stopped turning my head to the sides to avoid it.) My hand quietly grabbed her breast through her sweater and started kneading it. After a while, feeling unsatisfied, I slowly slipped my hand under her clothes and kneaded it through her bra. Of course, there were all sorts of struggles. She tried to pull my hand away, but I relentlessly nibbled at it step by step. It was at least half an hour before I finally broke through her bra and could actually touch her breast directly. During this time, I stripped myself down to just my thermal underwear, and I coaxed her into taking off her sweater and thermal pants. When she wasn't paying attention, I suddenly pushed her thermal underwear and bra down to her neck. Before she could frantically pull her clothes back, I quickly lowered my head and started sucking on her nipple. She pushed my head a few times, but seeing that it didn't work, she gave up. I gave up, and started playing with her flawless breasts with both hands and mouth, secretly glancing at her. Her face was flushed, and her eyes had closed at some point. At that moment, I felt I could finally have her. Slowly, my hands began to move downwards. She seemed to know my intentions, gripping her waistband tightly, preventing me from taking another step. I had no choice but to continue playing with her breasts, touching her inner thighs through her long underwear, occasionally touching her bulging vulva with my fingers. I played like this for who knows how long, and then I used the most clichéd excuse: take off her pants so I could see what her lower body looked like. I didn't want to do anything, just take a look. Of course, she wouldn't agree so readily. What followed was a barrage of kisses and pleading, saying things like, "Anyway, nobody else will know," and so on. After I finally managed to get her to cooperate, or maybe she was feeling it in this unfamiliar environment, she half-heartedly let me take off her long underwear and panties. As we had agreed beforehand, I didn't move at first, I just spread her legs to see what her genitals looked like. Her pink vulva was glistening with moisture, her labia majora and minora were small, but her vulva was plump and thick. There wasn't much pubic hair, which looked even darker and shinier against her fair skin. The pubic hair on both sides of her vulva was already wet. She shyly covered her eyes with her hands and later told me that she and her boyfriend had only done it less than ten times. She was already wet when I rubbed her breasts through her clothes, but as a girl, she didn't want anything to happen between us. I kept my upper body still, admiring her lower body, and quietly pulled down my long underwear and panties. Then I climbed on top of her between her legs and kissed her, not giving her a chance to close her legs. I pressed my penis, which went from soft to hard countless times, against her soft vulva. She struggled symbolically for a while, but I still penetrated her. She didn't make a sound until I pulled out and ejaculated on her lower abdomen. Only when I kissed her did she open her mouth and respond to me. After we were done, I cleaned her up and covered her with a blanket, but she wouldn't let me. I thought she was unhappy and was going to get angry with me, but she told me to put her underwear on first because the things in the hotel were so dirty. I was relieved to hear that, knowing she wouldn't be angry with me. After I finished cleaning up, I checked my watch. It had taken more than three hours from the start of our struggle to the end. It was almost time to go to the station. I quickly packed up. When we entered the hotel, we each carried our own luggage. When we left the hotel, she walked ahead empty-handed, and I carried both of our luggage behind her. Upon arriving at the station, we went through the ticket check and boarded the train. We chatted quietly along the way, and what I learned later, as mentioned above, was what I learned on the journey home.

This is my story with this girl. Later, during holidays and after school started, whenever I tried to contact her, she deliberately avoided me. She never walked home with me again. After graduating from university, she went back to our hometown to work, while I stayed in the city where I studied, got married, had children, and never contacted her again.

I've written so much rambling, consider it a memorial to my lost youth, and I wish her happiness!

[The End]

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