The little girl at the convenience store

The story is absolutely true and credible. It happened a long time ago, so many details may differ from reality. This is a slightly embellished version from my memory, so please bear with it.
In the summer of 2000, I dropped out of vocational school because I didn't want to waste time wasting my time. Without skills or a degree, I suddenly realized that finding a job wasn't easy. Reluctantly, I returned to work at a logistics store owned by my family.
The store was small, with only three employees including myself. The other two were the owner (my mother) and a driver. I was usually the only one minding the store.
The logistics park was quite remote, and the entrance was one of the few small shops in our area. The owner's wife had a little girl of about eleven or twelve. We bought things like rice, oil, salt, and daily necessities from her, so we naturally became familiar with each other.
I don't really remember the little girl's name, but I remember we all called her Lingling. She was a tall, thin girl with pretty features, but her figure was naturally very flat. Girls in fifth or sixth grade weren't as well-developed back then as they are now.
Because of the industry, most people working in logistics are burly men. Someone like me, seventeen or eighteen, with glasses and a somewhat refined, scholarly appearance, was a rare breed. Compared to others, Lingling preferred to play with me. Our relationship, well, it started out as just ordinary friendship. Until one sweltering midsummer noon...
the buildings in the logistics park were generally subpar, flat roofs without insulation, and in Jinan's summers, you could see the heatwave radiating from inside the buildings onto the paved road in the yard. Naturally, there weren't many people shipping goods at midday; the peak shipping time in summer is usually after 4 PM.
I had just finished eating the tomato and egg noodles I'd cooked myself (my cooking skills are quite good; a former lover of mine, after we broke up years ago, still says she misses my cooking—but that's a story for another time), when Lingling opened the sliding door of our shop and stepped inside. She also brought two ice creams.
Since she'd accepted their gift, she felt obligated to oblige. The little girl wanted to watch TV, but her mother kept a close eye on her at the shop, saying she was always making her study and not watch TV (looking back, that was probably just an excuse). So we sat on the bed together to watch TV. As for why we watched it on the bed, it wasn't because I was lewd—I was a very innocent virgin back then. It was just that our shop was cramped; the larger space outside was used for storage, and my resting place was a small area partitioned off by a simple partition, made of two pieces of plywood, forming a resting space of about two square meters against the corner. Besides an old-fashioned CRT TV and a bed, there was nothing else.
We licked the popsicles Lingling had brought while watching Journey to the West, a show I'd watched countless times. The fan beside the bed whirred, blowing a not-so-cool breeze. My little room wasn't very well-ventilated, and it didn't even let in much light. We didn't turn on the lights during the day, and the flickering light from the TV screen reflected on Lingling's little face... She still had a somewhat hazy beauty about her.
Perhaps she noticed me looking at her, because she turned her face and kept smiling at me. Although I'm a bit of a pervert, that was a long time later. Back then, as a naive young boy, I had no idea what this little girl was laughing about...
Lingling said the fan wasn't blowing on her, which was unfair, and she wanted to sit on my lap to watch TV. I didn't object, and then... her soft, honey-like buttocks pressed against my thighs as she sat down.
The hot summer weather, the girl's faint fragrance, the soft, warm touch of her buttocks, plus the presence of a teenage boy—it wasn't long before I was rock hard. Lingling must have felt something against her back, a hard, warm thing. She nestled into my arms, looked up at me, and then pulled my hands inside her thin t-shirt, covering her not-so-full breasts. At
that moment... besides a complete blank in my mind, I couldn't remember anything else... That was the first time I knew what a girl's breasts felt like. Although her breasts weren't much bigger than mine, their softness was something I'd never touched before.
Lingling's nipples were already hard, and I even touched them several times. Back then, I naively thought that girls' nipples were different from men's—they were hard...
Breaking the sweet atmosphere was a customer coming into our shop. Hearing the sliding door open, I quickly jumped off the bed. By the time I finished and came back, Lingling was gone.
From then on, Lingling would always come to my room at noon when no one was around. We French kissed, and she touched my penis. But we never actually had sex. Partly because the environment was a bit too unsafe, and partly... I really didn't know what to do.
Summer vacation ended, and Lingling went to school. I didn't see her come again because our logistics park was being renovated in the fall, and the small shop at the entrance was demolished. Lingling and I were separated in the bustling crowd. Now, thinking back, the girl from back then is probably married and has children now. I wonder if she ever thinks of me when the night is quiet and still.

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