The waitress I hooked up with in college

Over twenty years ago, I was a university student in Beijing. I didn't have a girlfriend yet and was pursuing a high school classmate who was studying in Shanghai.

There weren't many girls in our department, and even the few who weren't considered attractive already had boyfriends.
I wasn't good at socializing, so it was difficult to find a girlfriend in other departments. I had no choice but to go to great lengths, writing letters to my high school classmate who lived far away.

Back then, my classmates often got their hands on Hong Kong Category III films and Western porn. We'd go to the lab at night to watch them on the computer. A bunch of guys with severely excessive hormones would watch until their eyes almost popped out of their sockets, but apart from secretly masturbating, there was really no way to relieve our pent-up desires.

One night during a late-night dormitory chat, someone suggested going to a prostitute, but after talking about it for a long time, no one had the guts to actually do it; they could only talk about it.

At that time, I often went to a few small restaurants on the main street outside the campus to drink. Getting drunk helped me suppress my pent-up desires, or I'd go to the playground to run and play soccer.

One evening, I went to an old Sichuan restaurant for drinks again. I saw a young waitress, probably in her early twenties, about my age. She had beautiful long hair, a slender figure (above average), big eyes, a radiant smile, and a sweet voice, although her Mandarin was terrible.

I was instantly captivated by her. I picked up my glass and kept glancing at her, noticing how alluring she was from the front, side, and back. I thought of the movie I'd watched on the computer a few days earlier, and I really wanted to push her into bed…
Although my mind was filled with these wild thoughts, the moment our eyes met, I immediately cowered, as if I'd actually done something naughty. I quickly lowered my head, my ears and face turning red. Luckily, I was drinking.
Then I looked around for her again. She was busy carrying plates, seemingly oblivious.

I deliberately ate and drank slowly until late at night, when the restaurant was almost closing and only two or three seats remained.
I called her over to get the bill. As I paid, fueled by the alcohol, I stared intently at her up close, finding her increasingly beautiful.

I turned and left the hotel, walking down the street. I looked back and saw her silhouette, which vanished in an instant.

(2)
After that, I went to that Lao Sichuan restaurant to drink, but the waitress wasn't always there, and even when she was, she wasn't always the one serving me.

There were three or four waitresses at that restaurant, both men and women, speaking Mandarin with different accents.

I was the kind of person who had lust but no courage. I was burning with desire and wanted to sleep with her right away, but I didn't know how to get close to her. I would immediately feel flustered in front of her.

During that time, in order to have money to go to that restaurant every week, I worked as a tutor and made advertisements to earn money. I was
very busy. After going there many times, she seemed to have started to recognize me and treated me very warmly.

One Sunday afternoon, it was drizzling. I was returning to school from tutoring and passed by that street. I went straight to Lao Sichuan, got a cup of Lao Bai Gan and a few dishes of side dishes, and sat by the window to sip slowly.

It was still early, around 3 o'clock, and I was the only customer in the shop. After she brought me my food and drinks, she sat down at a table not far away, busy picking vegetables.
When I looked up, I saw her silhouette from behind, but she couldn't see me. So, I mustered my courage and stared intently at her figure outlined by her fitted service skirt, imagining the alluring scenery beneath.

I was still a virgin then, never having slept with a woman, not even a kissing hand, but I knew too much about sex and female anatomy. As a result, I was consumed by lust but powerless to act.

One night, I was strolling down a small street outside the school when I saw a woman under a streetlamp, winking at me. Her attire and seductive manner immediately told me she was a prostitute.

Although I was driven by lust, I quickly ran away. Firstly, the woman was rather ugly, and secondly, I was afraid of STDs, and even more afraid of being arrested by the police.
However, if the woman were as beautiful as this waitress, I would have been willing to risk it all.

I was lost in thought, trying to find an excuse to talk to her. She had probably finished preparing the vegetables when she suddenly stood up, turned around, and was about to walk away when she saw me staring at her.
When I realized what was happening, I felt incredibly awkward and quickly lowered my head to drink, my heart pounding.

She chuckled and walked over to my table, saying, "Have you been feeling down lately? You've been coming here alone to drink a lot?"
I looked up, but didn't dare look her in the eye, stammering, "Yes, I've been feeling down lately, drowning my sorrows in alcohol.
"
"You're a student at B University nearby, right?"
"Yes.
"
"You look like it.
You're a top student at B University, what could be bothering you!" A hint of envy and a touch of melancholy appeared on her face.

"I have plenty of annoying things!" I thought to myself, if you slept with me every day, I probably wouldn't have any worries.

"Did you break up with your boyfriend? Is your girlfriend ignoring you?"
"No, no…"
I was speechless, unsure what to say.
My high school classmate only said she wanted to meet me during the holidays. She neither rejected nor agreed to my long love letter, but I thought there was still hope.

"It's definitely true! Haha..." she laughed and left, carrying a basket of vegetables into the kitchen.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and even the street across the street was blurred.

(3)
Fan Luzi in our dormitory often said that to pursue a girl, you have to be shameless. People like me, who are thin-skinned and tender but always thinking about sleeping with girls, can only suffer.

Fan Luzi is a theoretical expert and can talk big, but I have never seen him get a girlfriend.

One night, Fan Luzi returned to the dormitory very late and climbed in through the window of the water room.

Our late-night chat had just ended and we were still not asleep.

As soon as Fan Luzi came in, he shouted that he saw a man and a woman having sex in a classroom with the lights off.

The girl was lying face up on the desk, and the boy was standing on the ground, holding her bare legs and thrusting hard. He flipped her over, making her face down on the desk with her white buttocks sticking out for him to penetrate. Finally, the boy's buttocks trembled; he probably ejaculated inside her.

I don't know if what Fan Lv said is true or false.

One summer evening, my roommate, Baldy, and I were smoking and chatting in the grove by the lake near the classroom building during evening self-study when we suddenly heard a very low female moan coming from the woods.
We quickly threw away our cigarettes and crept in, afraid of disturbing the lovers.

It was quite dark inside, but we could see two people embracing tightly. The boy had one hand between the girl's thighs; we didn't know what they were doing.
The girl had a good figure, but her face was buried in the boy's chest, so we couldn't see her clearly.
Then, the boy lifted the girl's skirt with his left hand and pulled her underwear down to her knees with his right, revealing her very fleshy buttocks—not too fat, not too thin, just right—reflecting a dizzying silver light, like two crescent moons pressed together. The area where they met was somewhat dark, but it was the most crucial part. Old Baldy and I wished our eyes could bend, staring intently at that spot.

Unfortunately, it only lasted a few seconds before her skirt fell down, covering her. We could see the boy's hand gently stirring inside, and the girl moaning softly, one hand also slipping into the boy's large underwear.

Old Baldy and I were stunned, wanting nothing more than to rush over, chase the boy away, and then pin the girl to the ground.
Perhaps they spotted us; they suddenly stopped, quickly straightened their clothes, and hurried away hand in hand from the other side of the woods.
Only the two of us remained, our two large tents sprawling, unable to move for a long time.

Just then, the waitress came out of the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune. As she passed my table, I seized the opportunity to flatter her
, saying, "You sing so beautifully!" She stopped and asked with a smile, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"
I thought to myself, "You won't sell me what I want."
Remembering what Fan Lu had said, I shamelessly said, "Can I have a drink with you? There aren't any other customers in the shop right now.
"
She shook her head, saying, "This is my working hours; I can't drink, but I can keep you company for a while.
"
Then she sat down casually opposite me and asked, "Little brother, what's your name?"
"Little brother? I'm definitely older than you, right?" I protested.

She really was half a year older than me, if she hadn't lied about her age.
Her name was Shen Qinghong, and I immediately addressed her as Sister Hong. She called me Jiaming, Little Brother.

Hongjie said she failed the college entrance exam twice, so she came out to work and has been wandering the world for several years.

We were chatting when the rain outside stopped and two people came in and stood there. Hongjie quickly got up to greet the guests.

(4)
We drank very happily. Although I only chatted with Hongjie for more than ten minutes, I felt that she was probably a little younger than me. I don’t know why she likes to act older and calls me little brother. Damn it
, little brother is fine, as long as I sleep with her.

I walked in the rain with satisfaction, humming a tuneless little tune. When I got back to the dormitory, I lay on the bed and fantasized about her for a while. But I felt extremely empty and bored. I held my head and pondered for a while how to deceive her.

After dinner, I was about to go to evening self-study when Lao Tu said that he had gotten a CD called "The Carnal Prayer Mat". Everyone was like it was a festival and rode their bicycles to the laboratory.
The CD had been watched too many times. Lao Ka and Lao Tu were sweating profusely.

Just then, a senior female student barged in. We didn't notice her until it was too late. Luckily, it wasn't porn. If she had seen two huge, hairless treasures clashing, it would have been embarrassing.

After watching the adult film, the emptiness that night was ten times greater than before. I vowed never to watch that kind of stuff again.

A week later, I went to Old Sichuan again at the same time, but Sister Hong wasn't there. I sat there drinking alone.
A rather unattractive but very friendly waitress served me. Seeing me staring out the window, she smiled and asked, "Are you here to see Shen Qinghong?"
"No.
Well, I guess so.
Why isn't she here today?"
"Xiao Hong is off today. We waitresses can't work every day.
"
I wanted to ask where Shen Qinghong lived, but the words wouldn't come out.

I paid the bill and slowly walked onto the street, intending to browse the bookstore. Suddenly, I saw her standing across the street waving at me, and I quickly ran over.

"Sister Hong, what are you doing here?"
"I went to the department store to buy some things and just happened to see you. What a coincidence!
Did you go drinking again today?"
"Yeah.
" I thought to myself: What a coincidence!

"Are you going back to school now?"
"I was planning to browse the bookstore, but I don't know if it's still open.
"
"Okay, I'm going to the department store then, goodbye!" She turned to leave.

"Hey, Sister Hong, wait a minute, I'm not going to the bookstore.
"
"Oh, are you going back to school?" She turned back and asked with a smile.

"How about I go to the department store with you?"
"I don't really want to go to the department store!"
We smiled at each other.

"Sister Hong, how about I go shopping with you?"
"Let's go for a walk around your school and take a look.
"
We walked and talked, entering from the west gate, and soon arrived at the pond.
It was late autumn then, the leaves were falling, and the sun was setting.

Shen Qinghong sat on the bench. She had been cheerful just moments before, but for some reason, she hadn't spoken for quite a while.

I stood beside her, gesturing and talking to myself for a while, when I suddenly realized something was wrong. I turned to her and asked, "Sister Hong, what's wrong?"
She shook her head and didn't say anything.
The wind gently blew through her long hair, and it was very quiet at that moment.
I had seen her before at the restaurant, and she always had her long hair tied into a thick, long braid. This was the first time I had seen her with only a hair clip on her head, and her long hair looked like drifting dark clouds.
I sat down next to her, not knowing what to say.

"Sister Hong, are you hungry? Let's go have dinner.
"
"I'm not hungry.
I just ate before I left.
Are you hungry?"
"No, I just went to Lao Sichuan.
"
I was speechless for a moment, watching the sunset slowly disappear and the sky gradually darken, but the streetlights hadn't been turned on yet.

I was thinking about whether to grab her hand first or hug her around the waist, but she rested her head on my shoulder.

(5)
I quickly hugged Sister Hong into my arms.

It was the first time I'd ever held a woman in my arms, and such a beautiful one at that. I was incredibly excited. No matter how many pornographic films I watched, how many times I fantasized or masturbated, nothing could compare to embracing a living, breathing, beautiful woman. I didn't know if it was love, what people called love, or just hormones at play—maybe it was all the same.

Only one guy in our dorm (nicknamed Yang Xiaoxie) already had a girlfriend.
Whenever we'd gossip about women in bed or masturbate, Xiaoxie would always laugh at us, telling us to tell him the truth, but
the damn guy would always make excuses and refuse. Now that I had a girlfriend, I felt incredibly proud, holding her tightly as if afraid she'd suddenly run away.

Even through her clothes, I could feel the softness of her body.
I turned and gently kissed her cheek. She reached out to push me away, but I couldn't feel any force.

I took her warm hand in mine; a blush appeared on her face, like an autumn fire burning under the newly lit streetlights.
I couldn't help but want to kiss her lips, but she lowered her head and cleverly pressed her face against mine. Then she looked up, smiled, and shook her head, saying, "Little brother, you shouldn't bully your sister like that!"
"Sister Hong, I... I love you!" I blurted out.
But saying "I love you" felt awkward and unnatural, almost pretentious, and I couldn't find a more suitable way to express it.

"I know, but..." she sighed softly, saying, "Little brother, you're still just a kid.
"
"I'm only half a year younger than you, and I'll graduate from university the year after next.
"
I thought to myself, if I pinned you down on the bed, you'd know how formidable my little brother is.
There were six of us in the dorm, and one night, bored out of our minds, we had a contest to see whose little brother was the most magnificent. After getting hard, we carefully measured it with a tape measure, and mine was the longest and widest, earning me the title of "Honest Quan." Actually, mine wasn't much bigger than the other five; it needed to be accurate to the millimeter.

Later, I watched Western porn, and those foreigners' things were really impressive, more robust than donkeys and horses. No wonder they made foreign girls scream and howl like mad dogs in heat.

I didn't want to force it, so I just hugged Sister Hong tightly, wanting to say something cheesy to please her, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
Before I knew it, a long time had passed, and it was dark. On this moonless night, the water rippled, and a chill crept in.
She looked up and said, "Little brother, I have to go back now.
"
"Then I'll walk you home.
"
"Okay.
"
I took her hand, and we walked through the dark woods by the water, out of the school gate, past the brightly lit street, and into a small alley. In a small courtyard, she pushed open the door, took out a key from her coat pocket, opened the door to a small room, and then turned on the light.
The room was less than ten square meters, without a radiator, and very cold, but it looked clean.
I stood at the doorway, leaning against the frame, not daring to go in.

"What are you doing standing at the door? Come in quickly, it's really cold tonight.
"
I quickly slipped inside, afraid she would change her mind, and she slammed the door shut.

"Little brother, are you hungry? I'll cook some noodles for us, okay?"
"Okay, I especially love noodles.
" At that moment, I really felt hungry.

She went out and returned after a while, bringing two bowls of noodle soup, each with two eggs and a few scallions.
The landlord's kitchen was shared by about ten tenants.
We were sitting on small stools at a small table, slurping our noodles, when the waitress I had seen that afternoon came in and said with a smile, "Hey, you two are eating noodles here!"
"Chunmei, you're back?" She shared this small room with Chunmei.

"If I had known you two were here, I would have gone to a friend's house to sleep for the night and not bothered you.
" Chunmei said cheerfully.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"
I was a little embarrassed, quickly finished the bowl of noodles, and left.

(6)
Hongjie and I started a rather peculiar relationship, somewhere between siblings and lovers. I treated her as my girlfriend, and she treated me as her little brother. She never let me touch her private parts, which annoyed me. I thought she was deliberately teasing me and really wanted to cut ties with her. But I missed her all the time and missed every minute I spent with her.

Whenever she was off work, we would always be together, watching movies, strolling in the park, and walking around.
I never took classes seriously; even if I didn't pay attention for a whole semester, I could still manage to get at least a 70 or 80.

One evening, we were strolling hand-in-hand down the street when we bumped into Sanjiegun.

This guy was the toughest guy in our dorm; he dared to masturbate in public, shaking his bunkmate so much he almost got seasick, yelling, "You counter-revolutionary masturbator!"
Perhaps due to excessive masturbation, the base of his penis seemed to have grown into two sections, and with the glans, it looked like a three-section staff.
He gave me a sly grin, but I pretended not to see him and swaggered past him.

Shen Qinghong noticed, and after walking quite a distance, she suddenly asked me, "Was that person your classmate?"
I wanted to play dumb, but I knew I couldn't fool Sister Hong, so I nodded and said, "Yes.
"
"Then why didn't you say hello to him?"
"That kid's a bad guy, I was afraid he'd talk nonsense.
"
"When you go back and see him, he'll still tell you.
"
"Then let him say what he wants.
"
I was conflicted. I was afraid my classmate would laugh at me for having a waitress as my girlfriend, but I didn't want to give up before sleeping with her.

A few days later was New Year's Day, and that evening I took her to the campus.

We had already agreed that the landlady would be lenient and let Sister Hong leave an hour early that day.
There were bonfires around the large pond, and the frozen surface was filled with celebrating crowds singing loudly.

We mingled in the crowd, running around happily. Because it was so chaotic and dark, she disappeared for a moment. I frantically searched everywhere, calling her name.
Suddenly, I was embraced from behind. Turning around, I saw her. In the dim firelight, I saw two faint tear tracks on her face.

Then, snow began to fall, and as the New Year's bells rang, they were instantly swallowed by the roar of countless young people.
Many couples embraced passionately and kissed fervently. I embraced her too, and for the first time, we kissed.

She closed her eyes and held me tightly, her tongue plunging into my mouth, mingling with mine, sucking wildly.

Taking advantage of her dazed state, I held her tightly with one hand and with the other, lifted her long wool coat, caressing her round, firm buttocks through her trousers. Seeing that she didn't object, I continued deeper, unbuckling her belt, entering a warm, moist, and softly grassy paradise. Parting her slippery, muddy flesh, I felt the hidden hot spring and valley, a sensation that was utterly intoxicating.

Her face flushed, and she stopped her passionate kiss, panting heavily. She whispered in my ear, "Little brother, don't do this. It won't be good if someone sees us!"
I also felt I'd gone too far, so I quickly pulled my hand away, put my fingertips to my nose to inhale the slightly pungent smell, and then tasted it.

She chuckled and quickly fastened her belt and straightened her clothes, saying to me, "You little rascal, you big bad guy, take me home now!"
I happily took her hand, saying as we walked, "You want me, a little rascal, to take you home? Aren't you afraid I'll…" I wanted to say rape, but I held back because there were many people around.

At this moment, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and in the light of the streetlights, countless fragments of snow danced in the air, as if from a pure and flawless yet wildly confused world.

We arrived at the door of the hut. I thought Chunmei must have been asleep inside, so it wasn't convenient for me to go in. I said to her, "Sister Hong, I won't go in. Goodbye.
"
"Little brother, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Didn't you want to be a pervert?" she said with a smile.

"Sigh, I've wanted to be a pervert for a long time, but Chunmei is inside. I'm not that perverted, hehe.
"
I swallowed hard, looking at the fat meat that was right in front of my mouth but I couldn't eat it. I was unwilling but helpless.

"Chunmei went to a friend's house tonight and won't be back.
"

(7)
After saying that, she brushed the snow off her body, opened the door and went into the hut.

The hut suddenly became bright. She sat on the bed, watching me close the door and lock it. I walked closer to her, hugged her, and kissed her forehead and hair.

She gently turned her head, pressing her face against my chest, as if wanting to hear my passionate heartbeat.

I reached out and unbuttoned her coat, caressing her soft, firm breasts through the thick white sweater. She turned to face me, our lips naturally meeting.

I gently pushed her down onto the bed, using my tongue to pry open her teeth. She stretched out her arms and hugged my neck, her beautiful eyes tightly closed.

She was incredibly beautiful in the soft light, making me stop kissing and look up at her face.
She seemed to awaken from a deep sleep, opening her eyes and gazing at me.

"Qinghong, you're so beautiful!" I gently stroked her cheeks, hair, ears, and neck.

She gently pushed me aside, took off her boots still covered in snow, threw off her coat, and stripped off all her clothes, sitting naked on the edge of the bed, facing me without any shame.

I stared at her, my eyes unable to take it all in, not missing a single inch of her body, especially the dark area between her legs.

The excessively cold weather made her shiver. I tenderly pulled over two thick blankets and carefully covered her with them as she lay down.

I hurriedly took off my clothes, throwing them haphazardly on the floor. Whether from the cold or nervousness, my hands trembled violently; I couldn't unbutton my shirt, and in frustration, I yanked hard, losing several buttons.

She couldn't help but laugh, her cheeks flushed, just like the last time we drank too much at that small restaurant.

A chill swept over me, and I shivered all over. I quickly burrowed into the blankets, hugging her tightly, my trembling intensifying.

We lay face to face, her one arm around my neck, the other gently stroking my back, gradually calming me down. Only my lower body stirred, hard against the soft tuft of hair at the very bottom of her abdomen.

The first time I embraced a young woman naked, all the descriptions in literature were incredibly realistic and far inferior.

I felt that Sister Hong's body at that moment was the most beautiful.
The younger women were thinner, lacking the fullness and radiance of her former selves, while the older ones were beginning to develop excess fat.
Every part of her body was utterly captivating, especially her breasts pressed against my chest, indescribably soft and full. I gently slid my body against hers, feeling the electric-like pleasure of her nipples and areolas rubbing against each other.

I secretly marveled at the wonder of creation, giving us men such delightful female bodies—truly the most fun toys in the world.
No wonder most emperors of the past were so licentious and immoral. If I had three palaces and six courtyards, haha, I wouldn't care about any politics or empire; I'd be licentious every day, more licentious than all the emperors combined!
My little monk couldn't take it anymore, inexplicably feeling extremely uncomfortable. A ball of fire raged from its roots towards his bald head, throbbing in protest. If I didn't give him bath soap and a bathtub soon, the little monk would practically hang himself.

Although I've never actually had sex, my theoretical knowledge is enough to be a sex professor. I know that sufficient foreplay is essential for both partners, especially the woman, to experience pleasure; otherwise, she won't enjoy intercourse and will lose interest.

I reached into her genitals, intending to imitate the foreigners in porn movies, carefully and diligently caressing her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening. But it was already overflowing with moisture, and my hand, like a landlubber suddenly plunged into a swamp, was completely submerged.

Sister Hong's face flushed even more, and she reached for my genitals, grasping them tightly. She smiled mischievously at me, curiously and gently stroking my erect penis and two swollen testicles.

I hadn't masturbated in a long time, and I couldn't resist her gentle, exquisite caresses. Just as I was about to ask her to remove her hand, the little monk, even more dizzy than I was, suddenly released his pent-up essence, spraying it all over her lower abdomen and thighs.

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