Romantic encounters during further studies

In that era when "age was precious, diplomas were indispensable, connections were paramount, and skill level was merely a reference," a group of over forty diverse individuals from various cities across the province came to a large government agency in the provincial capital for so-called "advanced training," with only one goal—to obtain a college diploma. For two years, "away from home," studying became a hobby, and leisure became the main theme of life.

The class of 42 students was a mixed bag: 30 boys and 12 girls; their ages varied: the oldest was 45, the youngest 21; they came from all cities and industries. Although we were still in the nascent stage of modern civilization, it wasn't surprising that some scandalous incidents frequently occurred. I was the "youngest" in the class, and the most notorious "boy" in the entire building.

My adult education experience 20 years ago was a significant turning point in my life. Those hundreds of days and nights of communal living taught me so much about interpersonal skills from the older students; it forged my resolute yet composed, open-minded yet cautious character; and it even gave me the opportunity to win the favor of a young and beautiful woman, experiencing endless sexual pleasure—I wouldn't have wasted those youthful years.

The woman who brought me countless wonderful sensations was named "Yun." She came from a city over a hundred kilometers away, a city famous for its oil production. During those two years of study (actually only a little over a year, as getting to know each other takes time), we had at least fifty physical encounters, each one thrilling and leaving a lasting impression. The emotional connection between Yun and me began with dancing. Looking back,

my two years of university life, compared to the vibrant life I have now, was rather monotonous, even though I mostly "got by" academically.

But that era couldn't compare to the vast world we have today. Back then, after work at five o'clock every day, the entire building, spanning thousands of square meters, became our free world. Our most extravagant entertainment, and the one we held most frequently, was setting up a tape recorder and dancing in the conference room.

The music grew louder and louder; the influence of the dances grew wider and wider. Every night, two government officials were on duty; we could call them "teachers," but they were quickly won over by us. Eventually, even the "teachers" who lived nearby became regulars at our student dances.

Gradually, these dances in the conference room became a regular event. Classmates, government officials, friends of classmates, friends of government officials… Later, a classmate with good handwriting wrote "Regardless of anything, a grand, joyful dance party" in large characters on the blackboard. These characters became the landmark of the room, occupying the conference room for the longest period of time over two years.

Because of my early musical education, I have a special talent for ballroom dancing. When I'm around, the dances often go on very late.

I became the star of the party, and more and more people wanted to dance with me, with Sister Yun being my most frequent partner. At first, Sister Yun was a bit shy and hesitant to ask me to dance. She would stand in front of me during breaks, gradually getting closer until one day everyone noticed that Sister Yun had booked the little boy at the dance. Anyone else who wanted to dance with me needed her permission. Sister Yun was

six years older than me, a mother of a two-year-old, and the youngest student in the class (excluding those without children). Sister Yun wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a very feminine charm. She was kind-hearted, helpful, capable, a little timid, and had deep, expressive eyes, especially when she cried for her daughter—it was incredibly moving.

Dancing with Sister Yun was a pleasure. It felt very comfortable to place my hand on her waist, and occasionally I could lightly brush my chest or upper arm against her breasts, which she never seemed to mind. But given those were closed-off years, no one dared to do anything outrageous in public. The most audacious thing I ever did to Sister Yun was to gently brush the end of her hair with the corner of my mouth; she looked very content and enjoying it.

Finally, one afternoon, blushing, I asked Sister Yun to go dancing, and she blushed too and agreed.

In the 1980s, dance halls were undoubtedly the most popular entertainment venues in the city. There were countless dance halls in Shenyang at the time, with at least a dozen just within the radius of the train station, including Cultural Palace, Victory, Liberation, Northeast, Sports Palace, Zhongshan, and Shenyang Railway.

So I took the sister I admired to the relatively upscale Northeast Cinema Dance Hall. It was our first time going out for a "secret activity" with a female classmate, and we were both a little reserved, but still much more relaxed than at school.

The melodious dance music drifted by, and Yun Jie and I gradually changed our dancing postures. What started as awkwardly holding hands during breaks slowly deepened. I tried lightly brushing my lips against Yun Jie's forehead, eyebrows, and cheeks… Yun Jie would cast a burning gaze at me, making my heart pound and my mind race, leaving me flustered and at a loss. I remember when I boldly moved my lips closer to her forehead and chest, she stopped me with a soft murmur.

The two-hour dance party flew by, and neither of us wanted to leave, so we turned and slipped into the movie theater, where our story continued to "enact."

The Northeast Cinema on Taiyuan Street was arguably the best cinema in Shenyang, but the facilities were terrible back then. There were no corridor lights or seat lights; the huge theater was only illuminated by the light from the projector lens, so dark that "you couldn't see your hand in front of your face" wouldn't be an exaggeration. This lighting, of course, made it possible for Yun Jie and me to have that romantic, passionate encounter.

As soon as I sat down in the theater, I hastily took Yun Jie's hand in one hand and pulled her head close with the other, letting her rosy cheeks press against my face. My hands, however, wandered restlessly, caressing the soft flesh of her neckline. This was the first time in my life I had such intimate contact with a woman. Listening to her slightly rapid breathing and smelling her faint fragrance, I was intoxicated by this wonderful moment.

Yun Jie was a woman with sexual experience, yet also one with little sexual experience—a conclusion I came to from our subsequent interactions. That day, sitting in the theater with Yun Jie, I had no interest in the movie on the screen; my mind was solely focused on finding endless love between us. I tried to find a breakthrough on Yun Jie's chest, waist, and buttocks, but she blocked me each time. So, I began my assault on her face.

As I traced my lips across every part of her face, preparing to attack her mouth, I encountered fierce resistance from Sister Yun. However, at this point, she had no way out; surrendering to my "clutches" was simply a matter of course.

I remember wrapping my right arm around Sister Yun's neck, supporting her face with my right hand to prevent her from turning her head, and reaching behind her with my left hand to grab her belt, pressing our faces together. Her hands behind my back became useless. I firmly pressed my lips against hers, holding on tightly, waiting for her teeth to release.

Soon, Sister Yun's teeth loosened, and I forcefully thrust my tongue into her mouth. Just moments before, she had been clenching her teeth, fiercely resisting; in an instant, she surrendered. Perhaps due to fatigue, Sister Yun shifted her arms from my shoulders, tucking them under her armpits and hugging me tightly. This position was comfortable for her, and for me as well.

No matter how our bodies changed position, our lips remained intertwined. For a moment, I inserted my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around; then I forcefully sucked her sweet little tongue into my mouth and savored it to my heart's content—it was truly endless pleasure.

Later, I began to grope under Yun Jie's clothes with my hands, and without much effort, I unhooked her bra and touched her two full, round breasts. The special tissue structure made her breasts feel exceptionally smooth, soft, and fleshy—a wonderful experience I had never had before.

Next, I continued to search every part of Yun Jie's body, leaving almost no place I could touch untouched. When I secretly reached to unbuckle Yun Jie's belt to slip my hand inside, Yun Jie began to struggle and resist forcefully.

Seeing that there was no opening, I changed my strategy, pressing my lips to her ear and whispering,

"Sister, I want it."

"Want what?"

"I want this." I said, touching her genitals outside her pants.

"Don't talk nonsense, you're still young."

"I'm not young anymore, I know how."

Seeing that Sister Yun didn't react, I said directly, "Sister, let me fuck you."

As soon as I uttered those vulgar words, I realized I'd misspoke, but later I felt it was precisely those dirty words that forced her to comply.

After a while, Sister Yun whispered, "You don't know how."

"Then teach me." This only earned me her shaking her head.

Seeing that Sister Yun no longer reacted, I continued to whisper vulgarities in her ear, such as, "Sister, how do you fuck me?" "What does fucking feel like?" "Anyway, you've had your turn, but I haven't."

I wanted to continue, but Sister Yun couldn't take it anymore. She pushed me a few times and turned away, ignoring me.

"No, Sister Yun, I really want to be with you." I hugged Sister Yun tightly, and she nestled into my arms again.

After a period of silence, we started caressing and kissing again. I caressed Yun Jie's chest, thighs, and genitals through her clothes... Seeing that Yun Jie no longer resisted and even seemed somewhat intoxicated, I knew I had to push further. I gently patted her genitals and whispered in her ear, "Sister, do you have hair growing here?" "Mmm."

"Let me touch your hair here."

"Mmm, don't go down." As she spoke, Yun Jie naturally parted her legs.

Although I was a little startled by the sudden movement, I immediately slipped my hand through her unbuckled belt and touched her thick pubic hair.

"Hmm," Yun Jie hummed softly, "Don't go down." Yun Jie's hum was very sweet, clearly telling me not to stop.

My palm moved down two inches and touched Yun Jie's genitals, which were already soaking wet. My three fingers rubbed haphazardly, perhaps touching Yun Jie's most sensitive spot, or perhaps Yun Jie was laughing at my ignorance. The obvious movement allowed me to easily find the entrance, my middle finger smoothly inserting into her wet vagina, all the way in.

Overjoyed, I kept muttering to myself, "It's in, it's in, isn't it?" One hand caressed Yun Jie's breasts, while the other hand's fingers were inside her vagina, the pleasure almost making me lose my mind.

At that time, I tried to let Yun Jie touch my already engorged penis, but she refused. Looking back, at that time, at twenty years old, I had an extremely strong desire to attack, and I rarely had the desire to be touched by another woman. Afterwards, I gradually developed a strong sense of pleasure from being touched and played with by women, all from the experience I gradually gained with Yun Jie.

That day, Yun Jie and I sat in the movie theater for six hours until the last movie ended, and it was already past nine o'clock when we came out. On their way back to school, they bought some food and sneaked into the dorm room.

[The End]

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