I became a dormitory supervisor while studying abroad.

At the beginning of the new century, I also joined the wave of studying abroad and went to study in a European country. For me twenty years ago, everything was so unfamiliar yet so new.

After getting off the plane, I took a bus arranged by the school with about twenty other students to the dormitory building. Around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, after everyone had sorted their luggage, a few senior students went straight back to their rooms. We waited for the dormitory supervisor to call roll and assign rooms.

The dormitory supervisor was a twenty-four-year-old white woman from an island country, about 1.8 meters tall,

with typical white features, sharp features, but her bust size was definitely not the average white size. I was assigned to the second room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. My roommate was also Chinese, but would arrive a week later. After entering the room, I was shocked. Twenty years ago, having just left the eight-person bunk beds in China, seeing this apartment-style dormitory was simply jaw-dropping. Soft mattress, neat kitchen facilities, private bathroom, TV with European adult channels... Just as I was unpacking my belongings and rummaging through drawers, the dormitory supervisor knocked on the door. When she opened the door, she had a pen in her mouth, a large notebook for taking notes in one hand, and a large bag in the other. She told me that the school provides five rolls of toilet paper to each room every Monday, and we can refill them at the office whenever we run out. She then counted out five rolls and placed them by the door.

Because my family had planned for me to study abroad early on, I had always studied English diligently, so I had virtually no language barriers when I first arrived overseas. I immediately asked her, "Won't you be slow? If you'd like, I can help you distribute them." She looked at me and smiled, saying, "Your English is really good. If you have time, I'd love for you to help me."

Over the next few days, we would greet each other warmly or chat for a bit whenever we saw each other. I gradually learned that she had attended high school and university in Europe and was now rotating through this school. She was currently a dormitory manager and a resident advisor, and would be moving to another campus to handle some admissions work. School

was about to start, and my roommate hadn't arrived yet. One day, I asked her, "Why haven't I heard from my roommate yet?" She checked and told me that her roommate had some family matters to attend to and would come after the semester started. I casually remarked, "What a pity, everyone usually goes out with roommates, it seems I'll have to wait a bit longer." Upon hearing this, she immediately asked where I'd been. I told her that besides the two nearby supermarkets and the train station, it was the school's sports field. She checked her watch and told me she got off work at 4:30, and then would take me there.

We walked along the road for about ten minutes and saw a castle. She told me that the school's sports field wasn't as big as this one, and this one had more facilities. So we walked towards the castle. When we got there, it was indeed beautiful. Along one side of the castle wall was a large sports field, including a soccer field, four or five basketball courts, two tennis courts, and several running tracks. But it was almost six o'clock, and there were very few people. She told me that it was some local festival today, and everyone had gone to the old town to celebrate, so there were very few people. Usually, it's very crowded here.

We walked along the outer edge of the field to the castle, and wow, it immediately opened my eyes. There was a small grassy slope there, and at the bottom of the slope, a man and a woman were naked and engaged in a sexual act. We glanced at each other, then quickly walked away.

Reaching the basketball court on the other side, I asked her, "Are all Westerners really this open?" As I spoke, I mimicked the man's "push-the-cart" pose. She laughed and said, "I don't know about others, but I wouldn't dare do that during the day." She then imitated my pose. I immediately replied, "So, does that mean anything is possible after dark?" She shrugged and said, "Who knows?"

Before we knew it, we were the only two left on the court. But the lighting was good, so we walked from the basketball court to the running track and sat side-by-side on the grass. We talked about past lovers, our studies, and our future plans. When I mentioned that my first time was here on the mountain, she pushed me hard and said, "You say Westerners are open? You're more open than many Westerners!" I lowered my head and smiled awkwardly. After

she finished speaking, we suddenly fell silent. Then, slowly, I kissed her on the lips. She tilted her head back slightly, smiled at me, and said, "You open-minded, naughty Chinese boy." Then we kissed passionately.

Soon we were lying on the grass, and I was kneading her breasts with one hand—they were really small. With the other hand, I was pressing around her mons pubis through her sweatpants. She proactively put her hand inside my shorts and started stroking it.

I was about to pull her pants down when she whispered in my ear, "She can't today." As she spoke, she pulled my hand inside her pants (sure enough, no pubic hair), guiding my fingers to her vaginal opening where I felt something blocking it. Later I learned it was a sanitary pad.

But the die was cast. That's when I saw a different side of Western women. She saw my hesitation. Without a word, she pulled down my shorts and swallowed my penis whole. Holy crap. It was my first time. First, it had been several years since my last sexual encounter, and second, I had rarely masturbated in that time. The impact was indescribable.

While she was giving me oral sex, I turned her around and reached inside her pants to rub her labia and clitoris. Every now and then, I'd poke at the thing blocking her opening with my finger.

I quickly felt myself ejaculating. She sensed my thrusting and leg tightening, stopped her oral sex, looked up, and asked, "Coming?" I nodded a little shyly. She turned and kissed me deeply, then took my penis in her mouth again. This time, I felt an intense rush. I placed one hand on her head and the other on her nipple, ejaculating violently into her mouth. The first time, just as she lowered her head and reached all the way in, it sprayed directly into her throat, causing her to cough. But she still held it in her mouth. I kept thrusting and ejaculating.

After gradually softening, I pulled out and looked at her shyly. She turned her head and swallowed the semen in her mouth. We were silent on the way back. After entering the dormitory building, she kissed me deeply for a long time in the shadows between the stairs and the elevator. Then we took the elevator back to our room.

School started the next day. When I got back from school that afternoon, I found a letter on my dorm desk. Opening it, I saw it was about a job reshuffle at school; she'd been transferred ahead of schedule, notified yesterday, and leaving at noon today. She left me an email address.

We never saw each other again in the years that followed, and our email contact, though occasional, stopped ten years ago. In the email, she told me I was the first man she'd ever given oral sex to, and the first person to swallow her semen. Sometimes, thinking back, that day feels as clear as if it happened yesterday, yet also as distant as if it never existed.

[The End]

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