Qianya's Temptation

Author: Da Xue You Hen
Published on September 8, 2015 on sis001
(Original First Publication)
Word Count: 8125
Qianya's Temptation
I grew up in a rural area where my parents ran a small business. By the time I was in junior high school, the business had started to improve
, and life gradually got better. So, my parents bought a house in the city so that I could attend a better middle school
and so they could expand their business.
When we moved, I was like an excited monkey, following the adults in and out of the new house, helping to move
some lightly heavy things.
After several trips back and forth, my forehead was slightly sweaty, and I stood in the stairwell resting, panting softly.
Suddenly, the door beside me opened, and a girl who looked a few years older than me came out. Seeing me standing in the doorway
, she seemed startled, her smooth, white skin lightly covering her lips, letting out a soft gasp. Then she
closed the door, stepped over the clutter on the floor, and went downstairs. Watching her pink dress from behind, and the glimpse of
her white legs encased in stockings beneath the hem, I involuntarily licked my lips and swallowed hard
.
That year, I was in my first year of junior high, fourteen years old.
That year, she was in her second year of senior high, eighteen years old.
Later, I learned her name was Su Qianya. And later still, as time went by, we gradually
became acquainted. It turned out that although I was in junior high and she was in high school, we went to the same school. So
, gradually, we started going to and from school together almost every day.
She was cheerful, lively, and generous; her eyes would crinkle into crescent moons when she smiled. In the summer, she loved wearing skirts,
long or short, but without exception, she would always wear smooth, sheer
stockings over her shapely, long legs.
At that time, I didn't have any particular feelings for her; I simply enjoyed being with her, liked
the faint fragrance on her body, and liked the gentle tickling sensation when her long hair brushed against my ear.
The following summer, when I was in the second year of junior high, one day near the end of school, I saw a light
drizzle starting to fall outside the window. I was startled—oh no, I forgot my umbrella today.
After the school bell rang, I walked to the school building entrance with my backpack and found that the rain was getting heavier. Just
as I hesitated, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw her holding a blue
umbrella with pink flowers, smiling gently at me, revealing two rows of clean, white teeth.
"Forgot your umbrella? Come on, let's go together!" She walked closer to me and held the umbrella over both of our heads
.
I giggled, "Qingya-jie, thank goodness for you, otherwise I would have been soaked to the bone today."
The ground was wet, with puddles everywhere. We walked side by side in the rain, carefully taking each step
. At first, she deliberately avoided touching my arm with her shoulder, but as the rain intensified
, raindrops would occasionally hit the other side of our bodies. So our shoulders drew closer and
closer, until they were pressed tightly together. Even so, a small umbrella couldn't cover both of us.
I saw that rainwater had already soaked the other side of her clothes, so I grabbed the umbrella handle and moved it towards her, accidentally
touching her fingers, which were a little cold.
"I'm fine," she said, moving the umbrella further towards me.
I felt a little hurtful to my pride as a boy; how could I let Qingya get wet while protecting me? So
I grabbed her hand rather firmly, moved the umbrella to her side again, and said, "If you get wet and catch a cold, my mom will
spank me."
She chuckled and stopped insisting.
The rain was getting heavier, accompanied by a strong wind that made the small umbrella sway this way and that, with bursts of rain hitting us
. To reduce the area exposed to the rain, I held the umbrella handle for her with my left hand, and my right hand naturally climbed
up her soft, slender waist. Her body trembled slightly, and a
blush rose on her fair face, but she quickly calmed down.
She accidentally stepped on a stone, her body involuntarily staggering, almost falling.
Seeing this, I quickly wrapped my right arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Inadvertently, my hand touched something soft and protruding
, but at first I didn't pay much attention. Later, after straightening her body, I realized her gaze was strange
.
For a moment, I didn't understand what she meant, only that the soft thing in my hand felt nice, and I
unconsciously squeezed it lightly a couple of times.
"Ugh...you hate me." Her face instantly turned red, and a low moan escaped from deep in her throat.
I immediately understood what was happening and quickly moved my hand down. Almost simultaneously, my penis
instantly became erect, forming a small tent.
"Sister Qianya, I didn't mean to," I stammered. She bit her lip, glancing sideways at
my lower body. "You little pervert."
My erection grew even harder.
As a timid and shy middle school student, I had a few more chances to pretend to touch her
budding breasts, but I never dared. Carefully embracing her slender waist, feeling her youthful, elastic
skin, was already incredibly arousing. Later, I inadvertently discovered that from my angle looking down,
I could see her white embroidered bra through her neckline, and a patch of white, rounded breasts.
So that was where my hand had just touched—white and firm, no wonder it felt so good.
She seemed to know I was watching her, but didn't say much. She just kept biting her lip, a faint
blush on her face that lingered until we got home.
Back home, while showering and changing in the bathroom, thinking about her soft
breasts that I'd held on the way home, I gave her a good masturbation, ejaculating more and more semen than usual.
For several days afterward, I felt a little awkward whenever I saw Qianya on our way to and from school,
and Qianya always blushed slightly when she saw me. Gradually, as time went on,
she returned to normal. But I could never forget that warm, soft mass in my palm, and that white flower...
Her breasts were like flowers.
Especially now that it's summer, she loves wearing skirts, and her two fair legs, exposed beneath the hem, are always clad in
white, flesh-colored, or black stockings, making me itch unbearably. I especially want to gently touch that silky
smoothness with my fingers. Whenever I think of this, my penis instantly becomes hard, bulging
uncomfortably in my shorts.
Time flies, and during summer vacation, we basically stopped seeing each other; we no longer needed to go to and from
school together. She usually hid in her room studying, while I ran around wildly with a bunch of boys. It wasn't until
a little over a week before school started that I realized I hadn't finished a lot of homework, so I started cramming.
One afternoon, after doing my homework for ages, I suddenly got stuck on a math problem. I racked
my brains but couldn't figure it out. Just as I was getting frustrated, an idea suddenly struck me: why not ask Sister Qianya across the street? She's a good student;
she's probably studying at home right now. Sure enough, when I knocked, she was home. It was a hot day, and she was only wearing
a short white tank top that barely covered her fair belly, her small navel exposed. She
wore denim shorts, revealing ninety percent of her long, fair legs. When she explained the problem to me, I sat in her chair, and she leaned forward, one hand on the back of the chair, 　　pointing to the problem with
one finger.
From behind, it seemed she had her arm around my shoulder, and we were
whispering intimately, like lovers.
As she explained the problem to me, her fragrance wafted into my nostrils, and strands of her long, beautiful hair
brushed against my face, tickling me. My heart began to stir, and a heat
rose from my lower abdomen. I could no longer listen to her explanation; my eyes began to wander. She was bending over, and
her two budding breasts, visible beneath her narrow tank top, were clearly visible, even the tiny
pink areolas. Good
heavens! She wasn't wearing a bra!
My mind went blank for a moment, as if on fire,
filled only with that soft, white flesh. Unfortunately, I had just showered and wasn't wearing underwear, just
a pair of loose beach shorts. The sudden erection created a
tent-like bulge in the soft fabric. I quickly bent over to cover myself. She seemed to notice something too, her face flushing, and
she began to speak to me, unaware that two small nipples were faintly visible on her white tank top.
So, while suppressing the throbbing in my groin, I listened absentmindedly to her explanation, occasionally glancing at her shorts;
the area near the head of her penis was slightly damp, likely from pre-ejaculate.
Thankfully, her phone rang; it seemed a classmate wanted her to deliver a book,
so she told me and left.
The moment I heard her close the door, I breathed a sigh of relief, looking at my erect penis and shaking my head helplessly
. It looked like it wouldn't go down anytime soon. What to do? I didn't want it still so tense when Qianya came back
. Maybe I should just take care of it myself? After all, her round trip would take at least
ten minutes. So, almost as if possessed, I walked to the bathroom, my erection still there, pulled my shorts down to my ankles, and
started masturbating in front of the mirror. I watched my red glans gleam in the mirror, but after a while, I still didn't seem to be about to ejaculate
. Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of several pieces of clothing hanging on the bathroom clothes rack, among them a pair of flesh-colored stockings.
Those... weren't they the stockings she always wore?
I reached out and slowly took them off the rack. A soft, light touch landed in my palm.
I gently sniffed them, then rubbed them against my face, a faint fragrance filling my nostrils.
Slowly, I took the stocking and moved it down to my lower body, slipping it onto my stiff penis and starting to
stroke it rapidly.
Oh...oh...so good...Sister Qianya...
A silky, pleasurable sensation shot from my lower body to my brain like an electric shock, making me moan involuntarily. It felt
as if Sister Qianya's thighs were gently rubbing against my penis, giving me a feeling of ecstasy. That unprecedented
stimulation made me feel like I was floating on clouds, gasping for breath and panting softly, as
images flashed through my mind: Sister Qianya's small hands, wearing stockings, stroking my stiff penis, occasionally glancing up at
me shyly, revealing a beautiful and sexy expression.
Perhaps my penis had never been stimulated so intensely before, or perhaps the image of Sister Qianya in my mind was too alluring.
Within minutes, my breathing suddenly quickened, my hand gripping my stocking-clad penis tightly,
stroking it rapidly back and forth. The smooth stockings rubbed against my penis, sending a strange sensation through me.
Oh… I'm going to cum… Sister Qianya… I'm going to cum… Ah… Oh…
My glans, tightly encased in the stockings, began to swell violently, throbbing a few times before ejaculating over a dozen spurts of thick, white
semen, seeping through the thin stockings and dripping onto the ground.
It felt so good! My heart was pounding after the orgasm. This unprecedented experience of masturbating in stockings
was incredibly stimulating. But what to do with the stockings covered in semen? I started to worry again. I had no choice
but to wash them under the tap, but semen is sticky and very difficult to remove. I finally managed to clean
most of them, and just as I was about to wash them one last time, I heard the door open. Oh no, Qianya's back! I
quickly hung the wet stockings on the clothes rack and walked out of the bathroom. I saw Qianya coming in, changing
her shoes, and looking up at me, asking, "How did it go? Did you get that problem?" I
felt my face burning and stammered, "I...I know..."
She looked at me strangely and asked, "What's wrong?"
I quickly sat back down in my chair, avoiding her eyes, and said, "N-nothing..."
She shrugged, indicating she didn't understand, and tossed her long hair, saying, "It's so hot, I'm going to the restroom. You look at the questions below first
." Then she walked towards the restroom on her own. I was startled. I suddenly remembered that the
wet stocking I had just hung out to dry was definitely different from the other one that had already dried. Would she notice?
Would she scold me if she did? Anxious and uneasy, I couldn't concentrate on reading a single word, my mind racing as I awaited the final
verdict.
A while later, she came out of the bathroom, her face seemingly normal. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Life continued peacefully afterward. I entered my final year of junior high, while she went to a university in the south, beginning
her university life. I could no longer see her every day like before, only fantasizing about her beautiful face
and legs, repeatedly ejaculating my semen violently.
It was the last winter break of my junior high school years. In one more semester, I would be taking the high school entrance exam, and I was
struggling under immense academic pressure.
It was one day right after winter break started. After breakfast, my parents rushed to the shop, leaving me
to study behind closed doors. I was idly memorizing English vocabulary when I heard a knock at the door. I got up and opened the door
. There stood Qianya, wearing a white fitted down jacket and a red woolen hat,
looking at me playfully.
"I'm on vacation too! I went out to play for a few days and just got back to see you today. How's your studying going?"
she said as she entered.
"It's alright. With a beautiful teacher like you, Qianya, I couldn't possibly not study well," I
said with a grin.
"You smooth talker," she teased, taking off her down jacket and hanging it on the hanger, revealing her
curvaceous figure beneath the tight sweater, her ample breasts pushing the sweater high.
Goodness, it's been a while since I've seen her, and Qianya's figure has really gotten better and better.
She picked up the English book from my desk, sat down on the edge of the bed, flipped through a couple of pages, and started testing my vocabulary.
Unexpectedly, after only a few words, she encountered one I didn't know, so I leaned over to look at the book in her hand. As a
faint, sweet fragrance wafted into my nostrils, I suddenly remembered the time I masturbated while holding her stockings, and
my mind began to flutter again.
She noticed I was a little distracted, reached out and pinched my ear; her smooth little hand made my body
react.
"What are you thinking about? Daydreaming, aren't you?" she said.
Looking at her delicate face so close to mine, I swallowed hard, my brain seemingly blanking out, and
blurted out something I'd never dared to say before: "Sister Qianya, you're so beautiful!"
She was taken aback by my comment and her face flushed instantly. "You little rascal, trying to pull
that on me! If you don't concentrate, I'll twist your ears off!"
I quickly begged for mercy and continued memorizing my vocabulary. I kept unconsciously glancing at her face and gently inhaling her
alluring fragrance. She seemed to notice each time, but ignored me, her blush lingering.
About half an hour passed like this. My mouth grew dry, so I picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.
Seeing this, she said, "Give me some, I'm thirsty too." So I handed her the glass.
I thought she would use her free left hand to catch it, but instead, she tried to put down the book in her right hand to catch it with her right.
Carelessly, her right hand, which was putting the book down, hit the water glass, spilling almost half of the water onto her sweater
, soaking a large area.
"Ugh, so clumsy! Look, your clothes are all wet," she said, feigning anger.
A thought struck me. "Why don't you take off your sweater and put it on the radiator to dry? It'll dry in a bit." To be honest,
as I said this, I was really looking forward to her answer and what would happen next.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. After all, we knew each other very well; we'd seen each other in the summer, even in the lightest clothes
.
I hung her red sweater on the radiator to dry, then turned around and saw that she was only wearing a tight-fitting thermal
top, which made her appear even more full and shapely.
I put my finger to my nose, took a light breath, and said with feigned intoxication, "The sweater smells so
good on my hands."
Qianya rolled her eyes at me, "Don't talk nonsense, do you want me to twist your ear again?"
I walked up to her, pretending to be innocent, and replied with a grin, "It really does smell good, it's
the smell of you." She reached out as if to twist my ear again, but I stopped her and grabbed her
hand tightly. The soft, boneless hand I touched made my heart flutter slightly.
She struggled slightly but couldn't break free. Seeing me staring intently into her eyes, she seemed a little lost
and flustered. My other hand gently placed on her slender waist, slowly pulling her into my arms. Her body
went weak, but she didn't resist, slowly resting her head on my shoulder.
"Sister Qianya, I like you." I gently inhaled the fragrance of her earlobe, touching her
small, lovely earlobe with my lips.
Her body trembled slightly, and she whispered, "You're just a little pervert, I don't believe you."
I ignored her and began to gently kiss her long, beautiful hair, her fair neck, and her small ears. I
discovered that her ears were incredibly sensitive; each time I gently kissed them, she would let out a soft moan, her body
involuntarily tensing, and her hands, already wrapped around my waist, would involuntarily
tighten their embrace.
I slowly leaned forward, and her body followed suit, arching back until we were
both lying on the bed, our bodies tightly intertwined. I could clearly feel
the softness of her upper body, clad in a thermal undershirt.
Sometime later, our lips met, the soft, moist lips making my
first kiss so wonderful and pleasurable. Our tongues began to explore each other's worlds, eventually
entwining like two nimble little snakes, sucking and savoring each other's exquisite lip juices.
My right hand, already restless, slipped under her thermal underwear, caressing her smooth, soft
back. When it reached the clasp of her bra, I tried to unbutton it but didn't know where to begin, so I started to
wander towards her breasts. Through the foam-padded cups, I quickly reached those soft, surprisingly elastic
peaks.
"Mmm..." she gasped as I captured her tongue.
Somewhat bothered by the foam bra, I pulled it over her breasts,
covering her newly developed, full breasts entirely in my palm, gently kneading them, letting them change shape in my hands.
Sometimes I would abandon the breasts and turn to her small, cherry-sized nipples, gently twisting them. With each twist...
I could hear her soft moans of pleasure emanating from her chest.
My lips traveled downwards, kissing her neck, her chest, and finally my tongue reached for her small, red
nipple, gently licking and teasing it, occasionally sucking hard on her entire breast
.
"It hurts, be gentler," she seemed to murmur to herself.
By now, her thermal underwear had been removed, and her bra had been tossed aside with her cooperation. My hands
began to wander downwards, unbuckling her belt without her noticing, and slipping my entire palm inside
. The first time I went in, my fingers were outside her panties, and through the thin fabric, my hand caressed her
mons pubis, and further down, to the soft, moist, mysterious area.
I pulled my hand back, then reached down again, this time deep inside her underwear, skin to skin, feeling
the sparse pubic hair. Further down, I could feel the wet, muscular cleft.
"So wet," I teased softly in her ear.
Her eyes were slightly glazed, and she lightly patted my chest. "It's all your fault." She suddenly
gave a strange laugh. "You're the same."
It turned out my already hard penis was pressing uncomfortably against her thigh. So I
unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants and underwear down to my thighs, grabbed her hand, and placed it
on my erect penis. Her hand hesitated for a moment, then grasped my engorged, erect penis, gently stroking and stroking it up and down.
"You little rascal, you've grown so big," she murmured, slowly lowering her body and lightly kissing
the red glans with her lips. Then she lowered her head, enveloping my entire glans in her lips.
An indescribable pleasure surged from my lower body to my brain; my penis felt like it had entered a warm, moist,
mysterious space.
"Oh my god!" I couldn't help but gasp.
To be honest, her oral sex technique was still quite clumsy at that time; her teeth often scraped against my penis, sometimes causing a little
pain. But this didn't diminish the mental stimulation it gave me.
Sister Qianya gave me oral sex! She licked my penis between my legs!
Just thinking about this kind of thing gets me incredibly excited.
As she continued to lick and tease me, how could I, a virgin, withstand such stimulation? Finally, my body
tensed, and I held her head tightly with both hands.
"I can't take it anymore, Sister Qianya, I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..."
"No..." she mumbled, spitting out my penis, as if worried I'd ejaculate in her mouth
. The moment my penis left her mouth, I couldn't hold back any longer. My ejaculation
was released, and wave after wave of semen gushed out, most of it landing on her face and lips.
"Ugh, you're so annoying." She caught it with her hands, afraid the semen would spill onto the bed and her body, and bent over to run to the bathroom
to wash her hands and face before coming out. When she came out, she saw me lying on the bed with my penis still exposed, and muttered
"shameless." But she took a tissue and helped me clean the remaining fluid off my penis. By the time she finished wiping it clean, my young
penis was already erect again. (Thinking about it now, youth is truly wonderful.)
However, this time she didn't receive the same treatment as before, because it was almost noon, and my mom should be going home to cook
. If we were caught, we would both be too ashamed to live. She quickly tidied up and secretly went home.
That holiday, we went on dates about ten times. Whenever we had the chance, we would be inseparable, hugging, kissing
, and masturbating each other. But she never let me actually penetrate her; everything else was fine.
The real breakthrough came when she was a sophomore in college, during the National Day holiday. One day, she suddenly
called me, her voice low, and asked me to meet her at a hotel.
When I arrived at her room, I saw she was only wearing a bath towel, obviously having just taken a shower.
"Hold me! Kiss me!" she said, looking at my face, her voice still low.
I didn't think much of it; it had been a long time since we'd had sex, so I pounced on her, ripped off her
towel, and rolled her onto the bed. We kissed passionately, frantically kneading her long-lost full breasts.
Until my clothes were completely off, and my penis was erect.
"Come in!" she whispered.
I was stunned: "Huh?"
"Haven't you always wanted to be inside me?" she said softly.
Driven by lust, I knelt on the bed, guided my penis to her wet, fleshy opening, and thrust it in all the
way.
Ah!
We both cried out involuntarily.
I never imagined real sex would feel so good, so much better than masturbation. I
began to thrust vigorously, each thrust accompanied by a soft "plop" sound, juices flying everywhere. Because she had already
explored me with her hands and mouth, I didn't ejaculate immediately on my first time penetrating her; instead, I became increasingly vigorous.
She suddenly hugged my back tightly and shouted, "Do you like me?"
While I was manipulating her, I shouted back, "Yes, Sister Qianya, I love you to death!
I've been masturbating with your stockings since junior high!"
She kissed my neck, "I knew it was you! You little pervert!" Suddenly, I felt
spasms inside her vagina. Knowing her body very well, I knew she was about to climax, so I thrust even harder
.
"You little pervert, say you love me!" she shouted between breaths.
"Sister Qianya, I love you! I'll always love you!"
"If you love me, fuck me hard!" She was acting crazy now.
"Sister Qianya, I'm going to fuck you hard, will you enjoy it?" I shouted as I fucked her.
"So good...so good...oh...my little brother's cock feels so good...ah..." She suddenly
bit my shoulder, holding on tightly, and at the same time, her vagina, gripping my penis
, convulsed a few times before collapsing onto the bed like a puddle of mud, panting heavily.
My penis couldn't withstand the stimulation either, and after a couple of thrusts, I couldn't help but ejaculate
inside her.
"So good!" We lay naked on the bed, snuggling together.
She rested her head on my shoulder and whispered, "Maybe in this world, you're the only one who wouldn't lie to me?"
I was stunned. Why would she say something like that out of the blue? Then I realized there was a reason for her unusual behavior today.
She'd gotten a boyfriend this semester, but it turned out he was just playing around, cheating on her with several other
girls at the same time.
Ah, that explains it. No wonder she was like this today.
I gently patted her smooth back and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll marry you after I graduate from university!"
She chuckled softly.
Looking back now, that chuckle meant she knew all along that things wouldn't work out.
That National Day holiday, we made love passionately.
Now, more than a decade later, we live in different cities, both married with children, our lives rarely intersecting.
But I still cherish those vibrant, youthful days.
That older sister next door who taught me so much.
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I got a little tired towards the end, so it became a bit anticlimactic. But I can guarantee that 80% of it
is true, because seeing it was part of the "Spring's Lament" essay contest brought back so many memories. As for her,
we still chat occasionally on QQ, still caring for each other, but there's no longer any erotic content.
For those of you who have read this, please don't hesitate to vote; the poll in the upper right corner awaits you.
Thank you everyone.
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