School Sports Meet

I remember one time, I was already a freshman in high school, boarding at a school far away. The school was having a sports meet, and I even participated in the 3000-meter race. When I dragged my tired body off the field, I found her standing in the crowd, smiling at me. I exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here? How did you sneak in?" "You're really bad, only seventh place. Looks like I messed up your stamina, haha." She actually joked like that in public!

The girls in my class all looked at us strangely, and the boys even teased us a little jealously. Luckily, they didn't hear what she said, and the homeroom teacher didn't notice us either.

While everyone was focused on the 4x100-meter relay, she grabbed my hand and led me into the equipment storage room under the podium. This girl, how does she know our school so well? (Later I found out that her cousin also went to this high school and was a member of the track and field team; she had visited before). In the back room

of the equipment storage room was the room where the high jump mats were kept. Few people went in here because the commonly used mats were kept outside.

I knew what she was up to the moment I entered the room. I said, "Are you crazy? There are people coming and going here." "They're in the outer room, I won't call them," she said with a lewd smile

, and started to undress me. I quickly dodged; this was no joke. I had worked so hard to get into a top school, and if I got caught, it would be over. My mother would skin me alive. I made an excuse that I was tired from running, but she said she wanted to help me regain my energy.

Men are ultimately animals driven by lust, and women who are ignited by passion are often consumed by that flame. I quickly stripped her naked, threw her onto the mat, and was about to pounce on her when something terrified me. It turned out that the small room had a window facing the track, and our vice principal was standing with his back to the window on the side of the track. This was unacceptable.

She noticed my strange expression, looked over, and chuckled secretly. "Silly boy," she said, "he can't see. That glass is tinted and reflective. My cousins are playing cards here, and the teacher can't see them even standing outside." She then pulled me into her arms.

After a few weeks apart, her body seemed even more alluring, still as fair and full as ever. Here I must say, some forum members say that masturbation in easily visible public places is more exciting and pleasurable, and that's absolutely true. We started with the standard position, but due to exhaustion and excessive stimulation, I ejaculated in less than three minutes. She was understanding, but that didn't mean she'd let me off the hook. So, I experienced my first oral sex.

When a warm, soft tongue envelops your penis, few men don't react, even though I was still in the refractory period after my first ejaculation. "Pah, you must have sweated a lot; it's even salty here," she said, skillfully using her technique while adding a touch of grumbling.

"I didn't force you, you wanted to continue." Though I said this, I also wanted to satisfy her, after all, I'd come all this way.

Perhaps it was her skill, but faced with such a formidable tongue, I went limp, my penis gradually becoming erect again. I gently caressed her breasts, sensing her desire through the hardness of her nipples, my fingers finding that sensitive spot and gently stroking it across her soft waist. She couldn't help but moan softly, her wetness a testament to her thirst.

"Baby, that's enough, come on, I want you." I whispered to her. Once again, I entered that sweet, gentle land. We sat facing each other on the cushion, letting the elasticity of the foam rise and fall naturally, kissing passionately, our two thirsty tongues entwined. A man's caresses must be gentle, that's what she taught me. You must cherish your partner. Although sex doesn't equal love, no one says sex can't inspire love. A day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness; mutual pleasure can further ignite a man's sense of responsibility and a woman's attachment. A hundred years of cultivation brings us to share a boat ride, a thousand years to share a pillow.

The starting gun fire and rhythmic shouts outside the window acted like an aphrodisiac. Later, to prevent her from crying out, she put her bra in her mouth, biting it and letting out muffled moans, her beautiful face flushed crimson—she was breathtakingly beautiful. As the pace quickened, we both lost ourselves in the moment.

The warm embrace and the ever-tightening pressure brought my lower body to the brink of explosion. She began to tremble in waves. Just then, a few people entered the equipment room outside, laughing and talking as if they were about to come in, but we were held back by the immense pleasure. Luckily, someone shouted, "Look, Wang Zhe from Class One is about to sprint!" My god, thank goodness for that guy named Wang Zhe! We were completely melted into the roaring climax, listening to the cheers erupting outside. She was still playfully laughing—that reckless girl! We quickly cleaned up the battlefield, looking at the wet, passionate marks on the mat. I playfully pinched her cheek to tease her, but she pounced on me and kissed me.

After a tender moment, we got up and left. The students who returned to their equipment looked at us with envy. When we parted that day, she even gave me the food she had cooked, saying, "The school food is like pig swill. This is a reward for my good behavior today." Honestly, I was deeply moved. Watching her retreating figure, I thought, "If I don't marry her, I'm a bastard." (Although the story ended tragically, I have no regrets about our connection.) For a long time afterward, whenever I passed the equipment room, I would glance inside, feeling happy as I recalled that tender and beautiful time. Our class monitor noticed me staring blankly at the foam mats, grinning foolishly, and said, "Look, this guy probably thinks of women when he sees a mat; he's drooling." Looking at the cheering crowd, I thought to myself, "Yeah, you guessed right."

[The End]

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