High school classmates organized a dinner party

This happened during my first summer break in college. To be honest, I never had any romantic feelings for her, and I never imagined

this would happen, especially since she already had a boyfriend.

She was my high school classmate, about 1.65 meters tall, with a fairly well-proportioned figure, and a pretty

face with very fair, smooth skin. We sat at desks in front of and behind each other, so we often chatted and joked around

, becoming quite familiar with each other. Our relationship was rather ambiguous, and we often made jokes typical of couples.

Despite the ambiguity, one of my good friends was pursuing her. Because I often joked around with her, my

friend misunderstood me and kept giving me sidelong glances, which annoyed me a lot. So, to avoid suspicion, I changed

seats .

During my first summer break, the class organized a get-together, and since I had nothing else to do, I went. Only

about a third of the class showed up, including her. After we met, we exchanged pleasantries, asked about each other's lives, and

how college was going. The most frequently asked question was whether I had a girlfriend (or boyfriend).

Since we hadn't seen each other for a year, everyone had a great time that day and drank quite a bit. I have a decent alcohol tolerance

, so I remained relatively sober. She was especially excited that day, completely drunk, and sat next to me, constantly

reminiscing about high school days, even rambling on about how she thought I had a great sense of humor and that she used to have feelings for me

. It made me quite embarrassed. After the party, the boys were responsible for taking the girls home, and since it was a one-to-one arrangement, she immediately asked

me to take her home.

Along the way, she kept vomiting and acting crazy, shouting loudly. Luckily, it was almost 11 pm, and there weren't many people around

, or I would have been mortified. When we got close to her house, she passed out, so I had to carry her on my back. She lived on the sixth floor

, and after much effort, I finally managed to carry her up. I rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered. I figured her family was probably asleep

. I tried calling her but couldn't wake her, so I took the key from her bag and opened the door. I'd been to her house before, so

I was fairly familiar with it. Afraid of waking her parents, I carried her quietly to her bedroom, gently placed her on the bed,

took off her shoes, laid her flat, covered her with a blanket, and poured a glass of water for her. I was still quite calm at this point and turned to leave

.

Suddenly, she sat up in bed and vomited violently, a lot of it landing on my shoes. I

was incredibly annoyed; my shoes and the floor were covered in her vomit, and it reeked of alcohol. I immediately thought

how troublesome drunk women were. I reluctantly cleaned up the floor, then ran to the bathroom to wipe my shoes.

A few minutes later, I returned and was stunned by what I saw on the bed

. She had kicked off the covers, taken off her top, leaving only a bra, and unbuttoned and

unzipped , revealing a corner of her underwear. Under the orange bedside lamp, I looked at her slightly flushed face from the alcohol

, her chest rising and falling with her breath, her pale pink bra, her spread thighs, and her fair skin. I instantly became

shamefully aroused.

I moved closer, staring at the beauty sleeping in such an unattractive position, my penis throbbing painfully. I

quickly told myself: Calm down, stay calm~ But at this moment, reason was no match for desire. Trembling, I

reached out and gently touched her breasts through her bra, then my hand moved down, tracing her smooth belly, and gently

slipped inside her underwear. When my hand touched her pubic hair and labia, my penis was already incredibly

hard .

I was incredibly nervous, breathing heavily. I gently pressed my labia twice; they were a little wet. At that

moment had only one thought: if not now, when?

I quickly stripped off all my clothes and slowly climbed into bed, careful not to wake her, afraid

my prize would slip away. I lay down beside her and kissed her lips. She was fast asleep, completely unresponsive

; I guessed she was drunk and passed out. Emboldened, I gently turned her over so she

was facing me. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts sprang out like wild horses.

I threw off the bra and cupped her breasts with both hands. The wonderful sensation instantly spread throughout my body—it

felt amazing.

My mouth involuntarily moved closer, greedily sucking on her left breast. My hands weren't idle either

, gently pulling down her pants and underwear. The shorts were a bit tight, making it difficult to remove them from my position, so I

sat up and lifted her legs, easily removing her underwear and shorts. At that moment, her secret garden was

completely

laid her flat on her back, kneeling beside her, kissing every part of her face, my hands constantly

roaming between her breasts and genitals.

I parted her labia and gently teased her. She reacted this time, letting out a few moans, but

didn't wake up, which really scared me. Seeing that she didn't wake up, I continued to rub around her labia with my hands. By this time, my

penis was almost bursting, so I didn't care about anything else and went straight for it. I knelt between her legs, placing

her legs on top of mine, so my penis was positioned directly above her vaginal opening. Holding my penis, I

slowly moved it towards her vagina. The moment my penis touched her labia, I almost ejaculated, because I

hadn't done it in a long time, and the alcohol made me incredibly excited.

I gently rubbed the head of my penis against her labia a few times, then slowly thrust in. Just as the head entered, she

started moaning again, and her hands began to move. I immediately stopped, observing for about ten seconds until she didn't wake up, then

boldly continued. Because there wasn't much lubrication, penetration was a little difficult, so I slowly pushed in. She

wasn't a virgin anymore, but her vagina was very tight.

I began to thrust slowly, afraid that too much movement would wake her. I closed my eyes, enjoying

the warmth of her vagina, my hands constantly kneading her breasts—it felt incredibly good. Just then, she suddenly

wrapped her arms around my waist. I opened my eyes in fright, stopped thrusting, and stared at her, thinking: This is it, I'm doomed.

We stared at each other for about ten seconds. I really didn't know what to say. She spoke first

: "Why aren't you moving?" I kept saying sorry, sorry, I like you so much. She said it's okay, you can continue,

and then she held me even tighter. My tension and worry immediately disappeared, and I started thrusting more confidently

, the frequency noticeably increasing. Her moans were beautiful, incredibly stimulating, a mixture of pleasure, ecstasy, and a

strange, almost painful feeling.

As I increased the frequency and intensity of my thrusts, her moans grew louder. Then I suddenly remembered that her parents...

In the next bedroom, I immediately slowed down my thrusting. She asked, panting, "What's wrong now?" I told her to keep her voice down

so her parents wouldn't hear.

She closed her eyes and said, "They're not home, don't worry."

Hearing that, I wasn't afraid anymore. I used all my strength, thrusting like crazy. There was no

such thing as "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one," I just thrust as hard as I could, as if I wanted to crush the beauty beneath me. She

moaned incessantly, her hands constantly grabbing at the sheets and pillows, making a mess of the bed. Her head swayed back and forth

, her long curly hair disheveled.

Because it had been a long time since we'd had sex, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate, but I wanted to savor the wonderful

feeling a little longer, so I held back. At that moment, her vagina contracted sharply, as if trying to swallow my penis. Her

cries grew louder and more intense, and her expression became more pained. I knew she had orgasmed, so I used all my

strength to thrust desperately. At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. She sensed I was about to ejaculate and hurriedly pushed me away

, panting heavily, saying, "No, no

, no, you can't ejaculate inside in time!" My ejaculation was released, and countless offspring shot inside me. I felt like I ejaculated a lot

, it felt incredibly good. After I finished, I continued thrusting, savoring the lingering pleasure.

Afterwards, we were both exhausted. I lay on top of her, panting heavily, sweat dripping down my bangs

. She was also exhausted, covered in sweat. After resting for a while and regaining some strength, I got up,

sat on the edge of the bed, picked up my pants from the floor, found some cigarettes, and lit one. She was still lying there. I exhaled a puff of smoke and said

, "I'm sorry, I really like you so much, that's why..."

She said, "It's okay, what's done is done, don't talk about it afterward."

I said, "You must hate me, right?"

She said, "No, I don't hate you, it was my own choice. I like you, I've liked you since high school, but I

was too shy to say it."

Since we were good friends, I didn't want to hurt her. This wasn't a one-night stand with a stranger,

but a four-year friendship. So I said, "I'll take responsibility, be my girlfriend."

But unexpectedly, she laughed and said, "Are you stupid? Who asked you to take responsibility? Do you love me? Besides,

I have a boyfriend, and he's very good to me."

I didn't say anything, quietly finished the cigarette, and got dressed. It was already past 3 a.m. When

I was about to leave, she said, "Where are you going so late? How are you going to explain this to your mom?" "

I said, 'Let's go for a walk and go back tomorrow morning.'

She said, 'I'm scared to stay here alone. You stay with me, and

we can buy birth control pills tomorrow morning. It's your fault for ejaculating inside me.'

So I stayed. She put on her underwear and covered herself with the blanket. I lit

another cigarette, and we started chatting about trivial things. We even laughed as we talked,

as if nothing had happened. But we both knew that after that night, we were no longer the same.

As soon as the sun rose, I left quickly. She asked me to stay for breakfast, but I refused. First, I

felt guilty; second, I needed to get home quickly, as my mother was probably waiting for me with a grim face; and third, I was afraid her

parents would come back then.

For the next few days, I didn't dare contact her, not knowing how to face her. She, on the other hand,

texted and called comforted me, saying, 'It's nothing. It's just sleeping together once. Can't you just

think of it as venting with a prostitute? What's there to feel guilty about?'" You've slept with other people before, and I, a girl, didn't care

. Why are you, a guy, so conservative?

I gradually came to terms with it and started resuming normal contact with her. We met up and slept together a few more times later, but that

's another story. This is my true experience. We're still in contact, but we no longer have sex.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/135176.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=135176&aspx=1

Previous Page : innocent wife

Next Page : Rebirth

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

High school classmates organized a dinner party

comment Open a new window to view comments