My female professor online friend

Ten years ago, a netizen named Xiaolin was a senior professor at a prestigious university ranked third in her field in China. At the time, she was a young professor (without the word "senior"). She was 27 years old. We met in a local QQ chat room; she initiated the conversation. That's how conversations are in public chat rooms—just casual chatter, asking about each other's lives. When I learned she was now a professor at such a prestigious university, I wanted to say goodbye. She asked why. I said I was just a high school graduate and we didn't have anything in common.

She humbly said that being a professor was just a matter of two more years of schooling, nothing special. So we started chatting, talking about our hobbies. She said she liked playing "Upgrading" on Lianzhong Games, with two decks of cards… Back then, most games were played on Lianzhong World; QQ games weren't popular yet. She taught me how to download Lianzhong World so we could play "Upgrading" with two decks of cards. She was a very good card player, and although I was a beginner, she didn't mind and patiently taught me card-playing techniques. She even downloaded an upgrade assistant to help me remember cards and such. We played until late every night. To make things easier, I registered on Lianzhong (a card game platform) with a girl's avatar. Her husband went to the same school as her and also loved playing computer games. Sometimes he would fight her for the computer, but it didn't bother him. He didn't say anything when he saw that his wife was playing cards with a "girl." Sometimes he would play with me too, and gradually my card skills improved, and I was able to keep up with their pace.

Whenever Xiaolin played cards online, if I was there, we would definitely sit opposite each other (in the same class) as opponents. My rank also rose from "commoner" to "governor"... Of course, we would chat while playing cards, and after a while, we started exchanging phone numbers and photos. It was because she sent me photos of herself in Beijing that our relationship took a breakthrough. The photo was taken at a scenic spot. She was quite tall (actually, she wasn't very tall; it was probably the angle of the photo). She wasn't particularly pretty, but she had two prominent breasts. I asked her if I could ask her a question.

She said, "Go ahead!

" I said, "Don't be shy!"

Okay, go ahead!

I said, "Your breasts are so pointed, they must be fake!"

She didn't say anything for a while, then finally sent a shy emoji.

I said, "What's wrong? Did I guess right?"

"Yes, my bra is too high..."

I told her, not without a hint of pride: "When I saw your photo, the most noticeable thing was your chest (at that point, I hadn't directly mentioned 'breasts' yet), but as a man, I could tell at a glance it was fake. Whose breasts are that pointy?" "Hehe..." she chuckled dryly, "Your eyes are sharp enough, you saw right through me..." I said that women all want to have beautiful curves, and if you're flat-chested, it's okay. Wearing a better bra can make up for a lack of curves, but you can't let others think it's fake at first glance, otherwise it will make people feel that the person is pretentious..." She gave me a knowing look and said, "Yes, I'll pay attention in the future..." I continued, "There's a question I shouldn't ask, may I ask you?"

She: "What question?"

Are your breasts very small?

"...Hmm..."

I was slightly bolder than before, and a little more frank: Actually, I prefer women with small breasts. My wife's are too big, they're always bouncing around, I don't like them... Xiaolin sent me a grinning emoji: "Are you serious?" I said, we live so far apart, why would I lie to you? Besides, we've known each other for months, have I ever made up a single lie?

"Yes, you're very gentlemanly, and you speak very politely, so I joined you in!" Well! I chuckled to myself: When did this pervert become a gentleman? Speaking politely is a must. If I didn't finish three sentences before saying "I like you," how many women could accept that? Especially a highly educated, high-ranking woman like Xiaolin?

After that, our conversation became much more casual, and the topics covered various aspects. His wife loves to play; every weekend, she basically stays all night at her friends' houses playing mahjong and gambling a small amount of money.

We even secretly agreed on a code: what signal meant her husband was there, and what signal meant he wasn't. Sometimes, if I sent a signal and there was no response, I knew it wasn't Xiaolin or that she was unavailable, so I wouldn't say anything more.

We chatted online like this for about six months, until one time she told me she was going to Beijing for an academic conference and would be transferring in Zhengzhou on her way back. I asked if I could meet her in Zhengzhou. She readily agreed and said she would treat me to dinner there. So I started preparing for our meeting.

After she had been in Beijing for more than ten days, she texted me to say she would arrive in Zhengzhou that Saturday at noon, and asked me to wait for her there so she could treat me to dinner. The

next morning, I lied to my wife and took the day off, then drove to Zhengzhou Railway Station. I checked into the Tianquan Hotel south of the station, sent her the room number, and when I saw it was already noon, I went downstairs to the square to wait for Xiaolin. I texted her to ask when she would arrive, and she said she was still on her way in Hebei and hadn't reached Henan yet.

Seeing that it was still early, I went back to the hotel and turned on the TV to kill the unbearably long time… She was taking the train that passed through Zhengzhou at around 4 PM. I was standing in the train station square again at 4 PM waiting for her to exit. A little while later, she called to say she had exited the platform and was already in the square, asking where I was. I told her I was standing a little south of the north exit, looking around for the woman I had traveled hundreds of miles to meet.

About 20 meters to my north, a woman was smiling and waving at me. I looked closer and saw that she was a young woman, about 160 centimeters tall, slender and bony, with long, flowing hair, wearing sunglasses, and dressed very simply. She was pulling a suitcase. From her face, I could roughly recognize her as the woman I was meeting today—Xiaolin.

I quickly walked up to her, took the suitcase from her, and said, “Let’s go to the hotel first, put your luggage there, wash up, and then we’ll go eat.” She said “Okay,” and we went to the Tianquan Hotel together.

I let her into the room, locking the door behind me. This time, I followed her in and led her to sit on the bed. She took off her sunglasses, and I glanced at her: "Hmm, exactly the same as in the photo, not much difference, except one is a photo, and this is the real thing..." I sat down next to her, wanting to take a good look at her, but I was also a little embarrassed, afraid she would think I was a pervert. After all, we usually just played games, and even when we chatted, we hadn't said anything particularly offensive or explicit. I was trying to maintain the image of a proper, innocent young man, even though I was already an older man eight years her senior... After a brief period of awkwardness, Xiaolin broke the silence: "When did you arrive? How did you get here?"

I complained, "I rushed over early this morning, only to find you're arriving in Zhengzhou at this hour. I've been waiting for you all day..." She comforted me, "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting here all day. I really didn't expect you to arrive in Zhengzhou so late... I'll treat you to a big meal later to make up for it..." Actually, I had timed my arrival perfectly, and by the time I settled into my room, it was almost noon. But she didn't arrive until the afternoon... Then I asked her how she recognized me at the square. She said she saw me looking around for "prey" as soon as she reached the exit. She'd seen my photos before, and I have very distinctive features. Then she called my cell phone, and seeing me answer, she confirmed it was me... I took the opportunity to poke her forehead and said, "You're such a smart engineer, so shrewd!" She chuckled and said, "Can I go wash my face first?" Of course, I couldn't refuse. I told her to go wash up, I'd wait for her… Women's washing up is such a hassle, washing this and that, applying this and that, I was getting impatient waiting for her. It took her ages to come out of the bathroom. Looking at her wet hair, I felt a surge of excitement. I thought I was going to make my move on her, I was going to get this young, gentle, highly educated, and highly qualified woman (that's what I was thinking at the time, after all, the engineers around me were all middle-aged or older than me, while this woman was actually 7 or 8 years younger than me)… I deliberately turned up the volume of the TV so that the people outside couldn't hear our conversation or any noise, and then I asked her if she was tired. She said in a coquettish tone: Of course I'm tired,

I've been on the train all day… I said you should rest for a while, and then tentatively put my arm around her.

After a brief struggle, she gradually adapted to my passionate advances and embraced me in return, which undoubtedly boosted my confidence. I pressed her onto the bed and launched into a frenzy of kisses on her lips… Our tongues intertwined, sucking each other's saliva. She held me even tighter, and at that moment, I felt no pressure from her breasts, which reminded me of my comments on the photos she had shown me. I reached out to touch her breasts, but she immediately blocked me with both hands… I realized her breasts were really flat, and the more flattering it was, the more I wanted to see and understand.

I said, "Let me see if your breasts are as I imagined?" Hearing this, she quickly refused, saying, "No! Don't… don't look…" I ignored her, grabbing her hands and quickly slipping my other hand inside her bra, grabbing her breasts directly through the bra. Wow! The flesh on her breasts was very thin; strictly speaking, calling them breasts wouldn't be accurate—they were more like "nude areas," only slightly thicker than my own. Her nipples, however, were quite large, about half the size of a small date… I couldn't help but casually "compliment" her: "Your breasts are so delicate, so petite…" Perhaps women care a lot about the shape of their breasts. Xiaolin's breasts were small, so she didn't think it was anything to be proud of or show off. Hearing my comment, she blushed and covered her flushed face with her hands, saying in a coquettish voice, "Bad Stone (my online name at the time was Stone), bad Stone, you're so mean! You're mocking me, I'm not talking to you anymore…" I quickly explained to avoid her misunderstanding and causing her even more distress: "I wasn't making fun of you, I really like small breasts…" To be honest, I wouldn't say I particularly like flat chests like Xiaolin's, but I'm not particularly averse to them either. Maybe it's because I'm tired of seeing large, soft, sagging breasts every day, so seeing breasts like this feels very novel.

While she covered her face with her hands, I unhooked her bra and squeezed her thick breast pads, saying, "I told you last time, but you still wore such thick pads." Then I teased her, "A bra is for protecting breasts, especially large breasts. A bra provides support and lift, preventing sagging and movement. Actually, with your situation, you don't need to wear one at all...hehe..." "You naughty rock, you're making fun of me again..." she said, playfully punching my shoulder. I took the opportunity to bury my head in her breasts, opening my mouth to suckle her nipple, sucking and spitting out her flesh. She seemed to react slightly to my intimacy, tightening her embrace.

At this moment, my erection was already ready, my hard penis pressing against her genitals. Her pubic bone was high, pressing against my lower abdomen. I tried to undo her pants, but she resisted fiercely. Despite my efforts to reason with her, she wouldn't allow me to proceed. I had no choice but to give up, only able to caress her genitals and prominent pubic bone through her pants… Seeing that I wasn't pressing her to take off her pants, she lowered her guard. I took the opportunity to slip my hand inside her underwear, touching her prominent pubic bone and pubic hair. She resolutely refused to go any further… We cuddled and played on the bed for a while, but I felt bored. I asked her if she was hungry, and she said no, she had to catch another train to their destination. I offered to take her. She agreed. Feeling that staying in the hotel wouldn't lead to much progress, I carried her luggage and escorted her to the waiting room. As she checked her ticket, I waved goodbye with an extremely disappointed expression. I could see she had the same expression, mixed with guilt, as she said goodbye… After seeing her off, I returned to the hotel alone, feeling utterly dejected and lost. I wondered, what had I done? I drove over 200 kilometers with great enthusiasm, only to kiss and hug Xiaolin briefly. Sigh! How am I going to get through the night alone?

I checked the time; it was already past 6 PM. I decided to go downstairs and get some food first. Actually, I didn't have much of an appetite. I ate a quick bite and returned to the hotel, still feeling frustrated and regretful about my trip to Zhengzhou. I idly flipped through the TV channels when the room phone rang. I answered, and it was a prostitute asking if I needed any services. I angrily said no and hung up… A little while later, someone knocked on the door. I lazily asked who it was. It was another prostitute, offering in-room services. I was extremely annoyed and had no desire for prostitutes or pleasure. Besides, I don't even like doing that kind of thing. The knocking happened three or four times that night. I simply stopped answering and let them knock… I drifted off to sleep and then drove home.

We'd meet online from then on, still playing the "upgraded chat" game. Aside from feeling guilty for not letting me make the first move during our last meeting, she became more accommodating, leading to deeper conversations... A few months later, she went on a business trip to Beijing again, telling me before she left that she wanted to see me during her layover in Zhengzhou. I immediately refused: "I'm not going. Do you know how I felt after you left last time?

I returned to the hotel filled with endless longing, utter frustration, and disappointment, unable to sleep all night (a slight exaggeration is necessary). Now you want me to travel so far to see you? You're not a big star, nor a great beauty. Do you think I'd travel all that way just to say a few words and then come back? Do you understand how I felt after our last meeting? Do you know how many times I almost had a car accident on the highway home because I was thinking of you (of course, this is an even bigger exaggeration)?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my dear Stone, but please understand me. I'm a single woman; if I agreed to every request you made the moment we met, what kind of woman would I be? But from the moment you saw me off until we parted, I saw your true feelings for me in your eyes. At that time, I really wanted to go back to the hotel and fulfill any of your requests, but I had already bought my train ticket and didn't have time. Darling, please understand me, okay?" I said, "This time I can see you, but you can't buy a ticket home that day. You have to stay with me for the night. I want to spend the night with my beloved Xiaolin. If you agree, I'll come to see you..." "Okay, I agree!" It was as difficult as making her make a life-or-death decision before she agreed to my request. And so, I waited for her to return from Beijing once again.

A few days later, I checked into the Shuangfeng Hotel on Huayuankou Road in Zhengzhou. It was a bit far from the train station, but after my previous experience staying at the Tianquan Hotel near the train station, I really didn't want to stay in a hotel near the station. I texted Xiaolin to take a taxi; I wouldn't drive to pick her up. I showered in the room, applied shower gel, and carefully washed my penis, then dried it and went to bed to watch TV while masturbating… “Ring ring!” The doorbell rang, and I excitedly opened the door to greet Xiaolin. She was slightly surprised and embarrassed to see me in only my underwear. I seemed to realize then that I was dressed too revealingly, and exaggeratedly covered my genitals with my legs tightly pressed together, then turned and pulled a towel over myself, causing Xiaolin to burst out laughing. This effectively eased the awkwardness and slight tension between us, bringing us closer… I tucked the towel around my waist, took her luggage, and put it away… She offered me her shoulder to sit and rest, then I went to adjust the shower for her and called her over to take a bath. This time, she wasn't coy; she readily took off all her clothes, brushed her teeth at the sink, and then jumped into the tub to rinse off. I took the opportunity to jump in and bathe with her, helping her scrub off the dirt. I asked her to smell my penis to see if it smelled good, and she smelled it: "Hmm, it smells good." I said, "Then kiss it!" Xiaolin didn't refuse and opened her mouth to take my penis in the tub. This was unexpected; I thought she would be as reserved as last time.

She diligently sucked and swallowed my penis, which I thoroughly enjoyed. At the same time, I was also rubbing her very small breasts, feeling slightly disappointed, but I couldn't show it, otherwise... For her, it was a heavy blow… After kissing my penis for a while, I dried her off and we got into bed to begin our real sex. I laid a dry towel on the bed to prevent the love juices from getting on the sheets, something I always did in hotels.

I lay on my side next to her, put my arm around her shoulder, and carefully examined this young but not particularly beautiful girl. Her face was flushed from the shower, like a shy red apple. Lying on her back, her chest appeared even flatter, and her waist was smooth with no excess fat or even any flab. She was on the thin side. Her pubic hair wasn't in an inverted triangle shape, but rather a long row extending from the top of her pubic bone to her vulva, like a small steamed bun… I couldn't help but curiously stroke it. I teased her, pointing at her high pubic bone: "Your chest isn't high, but your pubic bone is quite high!"

She blushed and laughed, saying, "Brother Stone is teasing me again. I don't know why, but that bone down there is really too high. I'm puzzled too..." I started kissing her small mouth. Xiaolin opened her mouth to meet mine, and our tongues intertwined... My hand continued to caress her pubic bone. This place is very special; I've never seen this shape before. Rarity makes things precious! She was also curious about my curiosity: "Why are you touching there?" I said I'd never seen anything like it before, and I'm curious... "Do you like it?" I said, "Of course I like it, otherwise I wouldn't bother touching it!" She's so tall, it makes your slit stand up, ready to receive a man's thing.

She said angrily, "Why are you saying such nasty things? As if I'm some kind of woman..." I quickly laughed and explained, "That's not what I meant. I'm just giving my objective opinion about this place. At least when I insert it into you later, the direction will be the same!" I love it! I'm going to take pictures of this place so I can look at them when I miss you… Saying this, I took out the camera I had prepared and snapped a few pictures of her lower body.

Then I bent down and started kissing her there, not caring about the pubic hair, and then kissed down to her labia. I licked open her two thin labia minora with my tongue, revealing the tender flesh inside, a purplish-red color, a reaction of a woman after arousal. Although I don't really like labia majora, Xiaolin's labia were still very beautiful, and besides, she was so young (at least 8 years younger than me), and had such a high level of education and professional title (at least in my opinion), so I valued her a lot. If you like someone, you will tolerate their shortcomings, especially since her labia minora were very thin, not the thick kind (sigh, everyone should say I'm just making excuses for myself, but that's really how it is. When you like a girl, you change your usual preferences) – I don't like thick labia minora, but I've done quite a few thick ones, how should I put it… My online friends "Fish" and "Lili" have very thick labia minora, and I've had them masturbate many times, even maintaining relationships for quite a long time... Sorry, I digress.

I parted her labia and licked her clitoris, licking until her body trembled, her hands simply holding my head and constantly rubbing my hair... I knew she was aroused, and I prepared to act. I stood up, held my penis, and thrust it all the way into her body... Her slender, bony body made even the sensation inside her vagina feel different, a unique feeling. My penis felt like it was firmly rooted in a crack in a rock. With each thrust, she bit her lower lip and let out a soft moan. I didn't know if it was because of pleasure or because she was too small to withstand my forceful thrusts… Anyway, I felt good; I had a sense of success and victory. Her hips kept twisting, arousing my desire for orgasm. I lay on top of her, holding her tightly, my chest pressed against her flat breasts, and said, "I'm going to cum…" Hearing this, she hugged me even tighter, her legs clamping down on my penis as if afraid it would escape, her vagina contracting rapidly. I have very poor control, and I'm most incapable of experiencing a woman's orgasm. I couldn't help but ejaculate into her contracting vagina… I asked her how long she and her husband usually lasted, and she told me it was usually about half an hour… I asked her apologetically, "Did you think I was too fast? Not as good as your husband, right?" She said no, she praised me, saying I was great and made her orgasm… I said, "Let's rest for a bit, then I'll do it again, I promise it will last more than half an hour!"

She told me that when she and her husband did it, including foreplay, it would take about half an hour. The actual penetration only lasted a few minutes. Her words gave me great comfort and a little more confidence.

She held me for a long, long time, unwilling to let go, until my penis went limp and slipped out of her vagina. She reached for some tissues to wipe herself, and I said, "Wait, let me record the result of our lovemaking..." I then picked up my camera and took a few pictures of her vulva, and then had her spread her labia for a few more. At that moment, my milky white semen was slowly trickling down her vagina, lingering below the vaginal opening... Unfortunately, I was too nervous and didn't adjust the camera carefully, so the photos are all blurry, and I can't show them to everyone... That night we made love wildly until we were exhausted, but we only did it three times... Compared to those who say they do it five or even nine times a night, I'm nothing, utterly ashamed... At over 30 years old, the time I spent on the second and third times probably exceeded two hours combined. When she woke me up at dawn, I was still completely weak, like a powerless little worm... Later, I chatted with her and asked about her and her husband. She told me that her husband did it at most twice a night, and that was right after they got married.

After breakfast, she was going to the train station to buy a ticket home, so I had to spend some time with her before seeing her off at the station and waving goodbye.

We met again in Zhengzhou, at the same Shuangfeng Hotel. I was nostalgic, haha, actually, I just felt more comfortable in the familiar place… After a brief period of intimacy, we went straight to sex.

We did it twice, the third time in the middle of the night. During the third ejaculation, I put my still-erect penis into her mouth and didn't let her spit it out. She stretched her neck and swallowed it, even sticking out her tongue for me to check… Actually, I knew there was hardly any semen left from the third ejaculation, maybe just two drops at most.

Afterwards, she asked me why I made her swallow it. I said, "I love you, Xiaolin! It's not easy for us to meet, I wanted you to drink my semen, to absorb it into your body, so that my essence would remain in your life!"

She understood. Actually, there was another reason I made her drink my semen: to test how much she cared about me!

Of course, don't use this as the sole criterion for judging whether a woman loves or cares about us. My wife loves me a lot; she only swallowed it once before we were married, in her dorm, but she vomited immediately. After that, even if I didn't swallow it, just ejaculating in her mouth would make her nauseous. Of course, I usually ask for oral sex when my wife is in a good mood, unlike with my mistress…!

After sending them out, I quickly contacted Xiaolin and asked her to come to my place. She refused, saying it was too dangerous and what if her companions came back? She suggested we go to our usual spot. I said okay, go check in now, and I'll be right there. I drove to the square near the hotel and parked. I contacted Xiaolin, but she hadn't arrived yet, so I waited for her in the hotel parking lot. Being unfamiliar with the area, I didn't want to go to the temporary room the hotel had booked for my afternoon nap. I waited for about 20 or 30 minutes before she finally arrived.

Xiaolin came straight to my car window, knocked on the glass, and said, "I'll go check in now, wait for my call..." Watching her back, I sighed: it's been two years since we last met, and Xiaolin still found my car at a glance... I was deeply moved... A few minutes later, she told me the room number, and I arrived at this hotel that felt both strange and familiar. Pushing open the door, Xiaolin rushed over and hugged me tightly. I carried her to the bed, embracing and kissing, sharing our experiences over the past few years. Overwhelmed with emotion, I felt a pang of sadness, and tears welled up in my eyes. Xiaolin was deeply moved, hugging me tightly and sucking on my tongue, tears streaming down her face... I quickly comforted her: "What's wrong? We should be happy to see each other, why are you crying?

Smile, make me happy..." Xiaolin smiled through her tears, dispelling our heavy mood. I pulled her clothes aside and said, "Let me see if your little boobs have grown any bigger?"

She cried out, "You naughty stone, you're making fun of me again! I'm ignoring you... I said I like your little breasts, so look, look!" With that, I opened my mouth and sucked her nipple wildly, taking her entire breast into my mouth... She leaned down and kissed my cheek and ear, making me feel a tingling, itchy, and numb sensation. I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her high pubic bone; because it was special, I really enjoyed touching it.

Then we stripped off all our clothes, and I leaned over and smelled her vulva, saying, "Why does it smell so horny?" Actually, it had a very slight horny smell, which was normal; I was just teasing her. Of all the vaginas I've ever used, only Huang Xueer's was fragrant, the only one!

Xiaolin said shyly and coquettishly, "I was in such a hurry, I didn't have time to wash this place... I'll go wash it now..." "Did you do it with your husband last night?" "No," she said, seeing that I didn't believe her, she added, "Really, I didn't! I'd be a dog if I lied to you..." After she finished washing and came back, we did some mutual licking in a 69 position for a while before starting real sex. Because I had been holding back for a few days, I ejaculated quickly. After resting for a while, I had her suck me until I was hard again for a second round... At this time, some of the people who were with me called me, asking where I had gone, saying they were about to check out and go back. After I told Xiaolin about this, Xiaolin looked down and said, "Is this all you do for me?" I said no, we've been away for several days, they still have things to do, I'll come see you again when I have time… Xiaolin's eyes reddened again… I said, "Okay, okay, smile at me, we're only a few hundred kilometers away, don't make me drive with such a heavy heart, okay?"

Xiaolin obediently forced a smile, hugged me tightly and kissed me goodbye: You go first, I'll rest for a while before checking out… After parting with Xiaolin this time, I went to the city where she was again and called her. She said that she hadn't been feeling well recently, had bloody stools and something, and asked if I had an STD… I was very concerned about her current situation and told her that I was in poor health and didn't have any illness! It was just because… Since we were together, we couldn't meet in person.

I never saw her online again, only occasionally exchanging text messages. She eventually told me her rectal bleeding was from hemorrhoids and that it was cured… On her birthday, I texted her, and she went online for a moment. At my request, she showed me her breasts via video… Actually, she wasn't flat-chested, just had small breasts… I have screenshots from the video; they're on my home computer, so I won't post them.

After this separation, we never saw each other again until this morning when I was writing this. I texted her, and she called, saying she was very busy and didn't have time to go online, continuing until she reached her parents' house before hanging up…

[The End]

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