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comforting female classmate 

I am a very ordinary college student, studying at a university in a city in Anhui Province. However, even someone as ordinary as me, in today's

society , has had an unusual sexual experience. To this day, this experience

remains the only beautiful memory in my life, forever and ever…

It was the winter of 2002. I was listlessly comforting a female classmate who was feeling down on campus. I had many good friends;

they were the only bright spots in my otherwise dull life. With them, I could find some joy. My greatest hobby was chatting and drinking with them.

(Of course, a large portion of my friends were women, otherwise my story wouldn't have happened.)

One day, she (let's call her Z) knew I was feeling down again because of school life, so she came to keep me company and chat to cheer me up. We

talked for a long afternoon, almost walking all over the campus. It was autumn, a bit chilly, and the sky was beginning to darken. Seeing that it was getting late, we finally

decided to go out for dinner together.

"Let's have a couple of drinks together. We've known each other for so long, but we've never really had a proper drink together. It's a bit of a shame." I thought back carefully.

I've known her for two years now, and we do have a pretty good relationship, but as she said, we really need to have a drink and a deep conversation. After all, alcohol is the best way to break down

inhibitions and build trust.

"Okay, but we have to drink to our hearts' content today, until we're drunk, okay?"

"Okay, it's a deal!"

There's a really good barbecue place near our school. It's halal, and the lamb skewers and lamb soup are really authentic. We ended up choosing

that place .

"Why are you always so kind and helpful? Sometimes I really feel like I owe you a lot of favors."

"There's no need for that. I've always considered you my friend, that's why I chat with you. You don't need to feel indebted to me. Chatting with you

is actually very helpful to me."

"You're still so kind, or perhaps 'personality' would be a more accurate description—how's your family doing lately?"

"What else could it be?" Her face seemed a little flushed, whether from the alcohol or from her excitement, I couldn't tell. "My mother is still

suffering from depression. Maybe, for my parents themselves, marriage was a mistake."

"No, but they still have you!"

"That's what makes them even more unsuccessful. Even though their relationship isn't strong, they have to maintain it because of my existence."

"Don't you think it's a disaster for them, and even for you? And something that can't be changed?"

"Indeed, they live with me every day, but their relationship is broken, so it causes me a lot of pain."

"Actually, compared to yours, my pain is much less. Although my family doesn't understand me, the real pain comes from a family without love."

She remained silent, slowly sipping the last bit of wine in her glass. I understood her meaning perfectly; her greatest pain

was her family. Even though people can change everything and are omnipotent, they can't control their parents.

"Alcohol is a good thing," she seemed to mutter to herself, "It can numb you and make you indulge, forgetting a lot of pain."

"But people always have to wake up. What you can't change, you either endure or distance yourself from. Now you're out working and living on your own, aren't you?"

"Yes, I just want to get away from my family. I envy you, and I think it will be very difficult for me to get married, even though I have ### (her boyfriend's name). "

"You're afraid of marriage because of your own pain, especially afraid that your children will suffer the same pain as you, right?"

"Yes," she said softly, "Shall we go for a walk together again?"

"Great, I'd love to go with you. I have plenty of time lately."

So we left the restaurant and continued our conversation as we strolled.

"Actually, the reason my family is so complete and has such a strong bond is probably because of my father. He's the foundation of our family's affection."

"My family is all because of my father, he…"

"Don't say anymore, I understand you. I think I'll definitely become a man like my father in the future. His loyalty in relationships is something I can't help but admire."

"Unfortunately, I haven't found someone like your father in my life, which is quite a pity." "Isn't he suitable?" As soon as I finished speaking, I knew I had asked a very

foolish question. She answered me with silence; the answer was self-evident—he clearly wasn't suitable.

After a long while, she said, "I might be a little tipsy. Could you help me up?"

Because we had gotten along very well for a long time, we had long since put gender aside and often joked around, so there was no

barrier between us. I calmly and gently put my arm around her waist. Even though it was winter, my hand could still feel the unique texture of her body, and

I could clearly feel her unique feminine fragrance through this close contact.

She didn't speak anymore, just walked slowly with me. After a while, we came to a bridge. The bridge was brightly lit, but

there were very few cars passing by because it was late. "Shall we rest for a bit?" she said slowly. "Okay," for some reason, I had a strange feeling today, so my words

weren't as fluent as usual, "As long as, you, like it." "..." But I noticed that her eyes were already filled with tears, and now

those tears were sliding down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" I panicked a little, because this was the first time I had seen her cry. In my memory,

she had always been very strong. "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer me, but just buried her head on my shoulder and continued to cry.

At this moment, perhaps words were meaningless, so I used my handkerchief to wipe away her tears and stopped talking. "What? Did I scare you?"

When she realized I was there again, she knew she had been crying for a long time. "No, I just wanted to see if I could comfort you since you're so upset. I could only let you be

. Maybe you'll feel better after you've cried it out." "It's nothing," she said, taking the handkerchief from my hand and wiping away the remaining tears on her face. "I guess it's

because I'm disappointed in love." "Don't worry, no matter what, as long as I'm alive, I'm willing to offer you a shoulder to cry

on. Please don't cry anymore, okay?" Perhaps I said something wrong, or maybe I touched a sensitive nerve in her heart, because her tears started to fall again. But this time she didn't lean on my shoulder; instead, she

silently gazed at me.

A strange thought suddenly arose in my mind: she was a woman, and women are all fragile.

Then, a nameless pity welled up in my heart, and I unconsciously hugged her with both hands. Her hair was messy, so I took one hand and gently

tidied it. But when my hand touched her face, it lingered there uncontrollably, unwilling to leave.

Then, something unforgettable happened, something unbelievable: I actually kissed her forehead.

I suddenly said, "May I kiss you?"

Her rapid breathing gave me the best answer, or perhaps my consciousness was beginning to be dominated by turbulent emotions.

We kissed passionately, lips to lips! This time it was exceptionally intense… Perhaps I had liked her for a long time, but I didn't even realize it myself.

My left hand supported her neck, letting her lean against me, and then gently moved that hand over her smooth neck.

My lips and tongue continued their caresses on her cheeks and earlobes after the deep kiss.

I no longer considered her just a friend; she was to be my lover, and from today onward, I would make love to her.

My right hand moved down from her waist to her full buttocks, my fingers spread wide, kneading vigorously.

Her breathing became even more rapid, and soft "mmm…mmm…mmm…oh…" sounds began to emanate from her nose, further stimulating my

already rising desire. I felt my manhood begin to stand erect. I became bolder. I picked her up and placed her on the bridge railing, giving her

a foothold to prevent her from falling, while freeing my hands to more flexibly attack her yearning body. I pulled her close again, pressing her body against

mine face-to-face, her breasts rising and falling against my chest with her rapid breathing, rubbing against my skin.

I freed my left hand from her tight embrace and unbuttoned her coat one button at a time, then suddenly lifted her blouse. Her full breasts, even

through her bra, still intoxicated me. "No...no...like this..." she instinctively cried out in shyness and rejection.

But I knew our passion had erupted and couldn't be stopped, and besides, she wanted it. So I ignored her resistance and ripped off her bra,

her breasts immediately exposed before me. But I didn't have time to admire them; instead, I immediately pressed my lips to her right nipple, while my left hand lovingly caressed it with my thumb,

forefinger , and middle finger. "Oh...oh...no...oh...no..." She raised her hands, weakened by the caresses, trying to push me away,

but how could she! I ignored her, simultaneously intensifying the attack of my left hand and tongue. "Oh...ah...ah ah...no...no

...!" She began to be enveloped in pleasure, becoming confused and frantic, "Ah...ah...no...! No...don't...

stop! Oh...ah...ah...so good...so...so..." Not only was her mind becoming hazy, but her body also became much more

active , swaying at a fixed rhythm to meet my caresses.

Of course, I wouldn't let her down. I held her tighter with my right hand while moving my left hand to her waist, gently untying her belt. "Quick...

! I...can't...take...it...anymore...!" She probably sensed my movement in her hazy state, "I...I...want...want

..." I couldn't delay any longer! I pulled her pants and bra down to her knees. Wow, her vulva was already incredibly wet. I reached in and

inserted my middle and index fingers into her vagina. Her vagina was so tight, and it contracted sharply upon feeling my fingers, almost

clamping them down , making even thrusting difficult. I was overjoyed; we were going to feel so good soon! "Oh... ah... ah... ah

...!!! Faster...! I... I... want... want... want...!" She cried

out loudly. It seemed she was very sensitive and wanton when it came to sex.

Suddenly, I had a mischievous urge. I stopped kissing her breasts and whispered in her ear, "What do you want? How can I give it to you if you don't tell me?" "Fuck...

fuck... I... hurry... hurry..." "Where do you want me to fuck?" I deliberately delayed. "With what? I'm not very good at it!"

"Oh... with your... ah... ah... cock... fuck... fuck... oh... oh... my... little

... cunt... ah... oh... come on..." I didn't need to say anything more. All I needed to do now was unbuckle my

belt and insert my already ravenous penis into her. I aimed my glans at her vaginal opening, gently rubbed it, and then slowly inserted it. God,

a wave of pleasure shot from my genitals straight to my brain...

I started thrusting into her with all my might, the pleasure overwhelming my consciousness...

We finally became one, even though it was only once, I will remember this moment forever. I loved her, but we weren't meant to be. Six months later,

we broke up because of her work. Fate is cruel, so cruel...

[The End]

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