Comforting a female classmate who is in a bad mood

I am a very ordinary college student, studying at a university in a city in Anhui Province.

However, even someone as ordinary as me has had an unusual sexual experience in today's society.

To this day, this experience remains the only beautiful memory in my life, forever and ever... It was the winter of 2002. I was bored and continuing my life by comforting female classmates who were feeling down on campus.

I had many good friends; they were the only bright spots in my dull life. With them, I could have some happiness.

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 for now) knew I was feeling down again because of school life, so she came to keep me company and chat with me to cheer me up.

We chatted for a long afternoon, practically exploring the entire 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," she said. "We've known each other for so long, but we've never really had a proper drink together, which is a bit of a regret."

Thinking back, I realized I'd known her for two years, and we were indeed quite close, but as she said, we really needed a drink to have a deep conversation. After all, alcohol is the best way to break down inhibitions and build trust. "

Okay," she said, "but we have to drink to our hearts' content tonight, until we're completely drunk, okay?

" "It's a deal!" There's a really good barbecue place next to our school. It's halal, and the lamb skewers and 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 like you owe me anything. Chatting with you is actually very helpful to me.

You're still so kind, or perhaps that's more of a personality trait—how's your family doing lately?

What else could it be? Her face looked a little red, I don't know if it was from the alcohol or from being too agitated. My mother is still suffering from her depression. Maybe, for my parents themselves, marriage was a mistake.

No, but they still have you, after all! That's where their failure lies. Even though their relationship wasn't strong, I had to keep it going.

Don't you think it's a disaster for them, and even for you?

And something unchangeable?

Indeed, they live with me every day, yet their relationship is broken, which causes me great pain.

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

She silently stopped talking, slowly drinking the last bit of wine in her glass.

I understood her meaning perfectly. Her greatest pain was her family, but even though people can change everything and are omnipotent, they can't control their parents.

"Alcohol is a good thing," she seemed to say to herself, "it can numb you, make you indulge, and forget a lot of pain."

But people always have to wake up eventually. Things you can't change, you either have to endure or distance yourself from. Now you're out here, 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).

Are you afraid of marriage because of your own pain, especially afraid that your children will suffer the same pain?

Yes, she softly said, "Let's go for a walk together again, okay?"

"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 full of affection is probably because of my father; he's the foundation of my family's bond.

My family is because of my father… don't say anymore, I understand you.

I think I will definitely become a man like my father in the future. His loyalty in relationships is something I can't help but admire.

It's a pity that I haven't found someone like your father in my life. It's really a regret.

"Isn't he good enough?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized I had asked a very stupid question. She answered me with silence. The answer was self-evident: he obviously couldn't.

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. We often joked and teased each other, so there was no barrier between us in this

regard. So 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 the unique feminine fragrance emanating from her body through this close contact.

She stopped talking and 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. "

Yeah, I don't know why, but I have a strange feeling today, so much so that my speech isn't as fluent as usual. As long as you like it...

" But then 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 point, perhaps words were meaningless, so I used my handkerchief to wipe away her tears and stopped speaking.

"What?

Did I scare you?"

When she became aware of my presence again, she knew she had been crying for a long time. "

No, I just wanted to see if I could comfort you because you were sad. 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 the remaining tears from her face—probably from disappointment in love. "

Don't worry, no matter what, as long as I'm alive, I'll always be there to support you. Please don't cry anymore, okay?"

Perhaps I said something wrong, or touched a sensitive nerve, because her tears began to fall again.

This time, however, 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 fragile.

A nameless pity welled up within me, and I instinctively embraced her.

Her hair was messy, so I gently smoothed it with one hand. But when my hand touched her face, it lingered there, unwilling to leave.

Then, something unforgettable happened—something I'll never forget, something truly unbelievable: I gently 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 unusually 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 I gently moved that hand over her smooth neck.

My lips and tongue continued to caress her cheeks and earlobes after the deep kiss.

I no longer considered her a mere 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 them vigorously.

Her breathing became more rapid, and soft moans began to escape her nose, further stimulating my already aroused desire.

I felt my manhood begin to stand erect.

I grew bolder, lifting her up and placing her on the bridge railing so she could have some leverage to avoid falling, while my hands were free to more flexibly attack her yearning body.

I held her tightly 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 began unbuttoning her coat one button at a time. Then, I lifted her blouse, revealing her full breasts, which, despite being covered by her bra, still intoxicated me.

"No...no...do this..." she instinctively felt shy and refused.

But I knew our passion had erupted and couldn't be stopped, and besides, she wanted it.

So, ignoring her resistance, I ripped off her bra, instantly exposing her breasts to 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 hand, now weak from the caresses, trying to push me away, but how could she! I ignored her and simultaneously increased the frequency of my left hand and tongue's attacks.

Oh... ah... ah ah... no... no...! She began to be enveloped in pleasure, becoming confused and frenzied, ah... ah... no...! No... don't... stop! Oh... ah... ah... so good... so good... so good... Not only did her mind become blurred, but her body also became much more active, swaying at a fixed frequency 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.

Faster...! I... can't... take... it... anymore...! She probably sensed my actions in her hazy state, I... I... need... need... I can'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 as soon as it felt 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…! Her cries were so loud; she seemed very sensitive and wanton in bed.

I suddenly had a mischievous urge, 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...faster...faster...! Where should I fuck you?

What should I use to deliberately delay?

I'm not very good at it! Oh...use your...ah...ah...cock...fuck...fuck...oh...oh...my...little...slut...ah...oh...come on...I don't need to say anything more. All I need now is to unbuckle my belt and insert my already ravenous little brother into her.

I aimed my glans at her vaginal opening, gently rubbed it, and then slowly inserted it.

God, a wave of pleasure rushed from my genitals to my brain...I started to thrust into her with all my might, the pleasure overwhelmed my consciousness...We finally became one, even though it was only once, I will always remember this moment in my heart.

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! ...

I'm just an ordinary college student, studying in a city in Anhui province.

But even someone as ordinary as me has had an unusual sexual experience in today's society.

To this day, this experience remains the only beautiful memory in my life, forever and ever... It was the winter of 2002. I was bored, continuing my life by comforting female classmates who were feeling down on campus.

I had many good friends; they were the only bright spots in my 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 for now) knew I was feeling down again because of school life, so she came to keep me company and chat with me 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 starting to darken.

Seeing that it was getting late, we finally decided to go out for dinner together. Let

's have a couple of drinks. We've known each other for so long, but we've never really had a proper drink together, which is a bit of a regret.

Thinking back, I realized I've known her for two years now, and we're quite close, but as she said, we really need to have a deep conversation over drinks. 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 all 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 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 like you owe me anything. Chatting with you is actually very helpful to me.

You're still so kind, or rather, that's more of a personality trait—how's your family doing lately?

What else could it be? Her face looked a little red, I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or because she was too excited. My mother is still suffering from her depression. Perhaps, for my parents themselves, marriage was a mistake.

No, but they still have you in their lives! That's where their failure lies. Although their relationship isn't strong, they have to maintain it because of my presence.

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, yet their relationship is broken, which causes me great pain.

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

She remained silent, no longer speaking, and slowly drank 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 capable of anything, they can't control their parents. "

Alcohol is a good thing," she seemed to say to herself. "It can numb and indulge you, making you forget a lot of pain.

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

"Yes, I 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 might suffer the same pain, right?"

She gently suggested, "Let's go for a walk together, okay?"

"Great, I'd love to accompany 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 full of affection is probably because of my father; he's the foundation of our family's bond.

My family is because of my father… don't say anymore, I understand you.

I think I will definitely become a man like my father in the future; his loyalty in relationships is something I can't help but admire.

It's a pity that I haven't found someone like your father in my life. It's truly regrettable." "

Isn't he suitable?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized I had asked a very foolish question. She answered me with silence; the answer was self-evident: he obviously wasn't suitable.

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

Because we'd gotten along so well for a long time, we'd long since forgotten about gender and often joked around, so there was no awkwardness 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 smell her distinctive feminine fragrance through this close contact.

She didn't say anything more, just walked slowly with me.

After a while, we reached 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.

"Hmm, I don't know why, but I have a strange feeling today, so much so that my words aren't as fluent as usual. As long as you like it

..." But then 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'd 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 became aware of my presence again, she knew she had been crying for a long time.

No, I just wanted to see if I could comfort you since you were 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 the remaining tears from her face—probably from disappointment in love. "

Don't worry, no matter what, as long as I'm alive, I'll always be there to support you. Please don't cry anymore, okay?"

Perhaps I said something wrong, or touched a sensitive nerve, because her tears started falling 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 fragile.

A nameless pity welled up inside me, and I unconsciously hugged her tightly.

Her hair was messy, so I gently tidied it with one hand. But when my hand touched her face, it lingered there uncontrollably.

Then, something unforgettable happened—something I'll never forget, something unbelievable: I lightly 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 unusually intense…maybe I'd 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 I gently moved that hand along her smooth neck.

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

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

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

Her breathing became more rapid, and soft moans began to escape her nose, further stimulating my already aroused desire.

I felt my manhood hardening.

I grew bolder, lifting her up and placing her against the bridge railing, giving her a foothold to prevent her from falling, while freeing my hands to more flexibly attack her yearning body.

I held her tightly 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 began unbuttoning her coat one button at a time. Then, I lifted her blouse, revealing her full breasts, which, despite being covered by her bra, still intoxicated me.

"No...no...do this..." she instinctively felt shy and refused.

But I knew our passion had erupted and couldn't be stopped, and besides, she wanted it.

So, ignoring her resistance, I ripped off her bra, instantly exposing her breasts to 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 hand, now weak from the caresses, trying to push me away, but how could she! I ignored her completely, simultaneously increasing the frequency of my left hand and tongue's attacks.

Oh... ah... ah ah... no... no...! She began to be enveloped in pleasure, becoming confused and frenzied, ah... ah... no...! No... no... stop! Oh... ah... ah... so good... so good... so good... Not only did her mind become blurred, but her body also became much more active, constantly swaying at a fixed frequency 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 actions in her dazed state. "I...I...have...have...not...can't delay any longer!" I yanked 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 upon feeling my fingers, it contracted sharply, almost clamping down on my fingers, making even thrusting difficult.

I was overjoyed! We were going to feel so good soon! "Oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...! Quick...!" "I...I...want...want...want...!" Her cries were so loud; she seemed incredibly sensitive and wanton when it came to sex.

I suddenly felt a mischievous urge, 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...faster...faster...!" "Where should I fuck you?

What should I use to deliberately delay?"

"I'm not very good at it!" "Oh...use your...ah...ah...cock...fuck...fuck...oh...oh...my...little...slut...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 throbbing penis into her.

I aimed the head of my penis at her vaginal opening, gently rubbed it, and then slowly inserted it.

Oh God, a surge of pleasure shot from my genitals to my brain… I began to thrust 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 love her, but we are not meant to be. Six months later, we separated because of her work. Fate is cruel, fate is cruel!

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