Remembering that unforgettable girl, shabilangzi

Before I begin this story, to avoid disappointing those of you on the forum who crave sensational and exaggerated sexual descriptions, I must clarify a few things. First, this is a true story, based on my own experiences. While it includes many sexual experiences that I consider perfect, some perhaps even the most wonderful sexual sensations I've ever had, what I cherish most is my relationship with her, and what I desire most is her love for me.
Therefore, the sexual descriptions in this story may be my most cherished memories, but they may not necessarily ignite your desire for excitement. Second, if you assume the female protagonist is a stunningly beautiful woman, you'll be disappointed. She's just an ordinary person, only 155cm tall, with an A-cup bust, and doesn't care much for dressing up or wearing makeup. She usually wears the work uniform issued by our company—don't get the wrong idea, it's not a white-collar outfit, but a very plain worker's uniform.
But in my eyes, she was the most perfect, because she was so real, natural, and unpretentious. What I saw most often and loved most was her in her work uniform—such a natural and beautiful sight, one I could never forget. Of course, she wasn't ugly at all; on the contrary, she looked a bit like Zhang Ziyi (although I don't like Zhang, she is indeed pleasing to the eye), very attractive, very unique, and with excellent proportions. I was fortunate enough to have a relationship with her and win her love; perhaps it was the greatest blessing God had ever given me.
She was a newly recruited college graduate in our company, and I was four years ahead of her. We wouldn't have had a chance to meet, but fate intervened, arranging for her to live in the dormitory downstairs from ours. From that moment on, our story began. As mentioned before, she was a very unique girl,
always wearing her work uniform to the cafeteria, and my feelings for her slowly grew from that time on. However, being a rather shy person, despite my attempts to express my admiration through various means, she seemed to ignore me. Later, I learned that she was still in a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend, and we were still together. I had no chance. If the story had ended there, my life might have been spent in the ordinary routine of dating, marriage, and children. But fate hadn't closed that door completely. Not long after, I overheard from people around her that she had broken up with her boyfriend. And just then, one evening on my way back to my dorm, I saw her familiar figure at the stairwell.
She was standing there, carefree, munching on an apple. Her back view was so beautiful. So, I mustered my courage and made up an excuse to go over and ask for her QQ number. My excuse was incredibly lame: "Which internet provider do you use? Do you have a phone number?" or "Could I have your QQ number so I can ask you some questions?" That was the excuse I used back then, and it seems incredibly lame now. It's no wonder I'm still single. But looking back, that shyness and naivety are so endearing.
To my surprise, after she added me on QQ, she actually developed a strong liking for me. She later told me she was moved by some of the articles on my QQ space, so she became even more proactive in contacting me, never hesitating to show affection in public. I, on the other hand, felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. Looking back, I was incredibly stupid. Things progressed awkwardly until one day, I drove her back to our dormitory,

and everyone was gone. There was a thunderstorm, so I ran down to see her. She was happily eating her cotton candy and other snacks, and when she saw me, she naturally offered me one. The scene was so natural, and she was so adorable, that I can't forget it to this day. Just then, it started to rain, so we leaned against the wall, eating and watching the rain. At that moment, I don't know where I got the courage, but I secretly moved my shoulder closer to hers and put my hand on her shoulder. Seeing this, she naturally rested her head on my shoulder.
Seeing this, I pulled her close and started kissing her. She resisted at first, but still kissed me. We kept kissing, and she kept saying we shouldn't be like this because she was still thinking about her boyfriend. In her eyes, a woman should only love one man in her life, but she couldn't help herself and couldn't hide her feelings. So,

we kissed and separated, kissed and separated, countless times amidst her inner conflict. At that moment, I truly regretted my pretentious behavior. My penis was already incredibly aroused, and my hands desperately wanted to grab her breasts, but I kept restraining myself, deliberately moving my lower body away, afraid to touch her, because I was afraid she would think I had impure thoughts. Later I learned that she wasn't one to mince words; she acted directly and naturally. Perhaps I should have been more spontaneous and acted both aggressively and directly. We might have easily gotten carried away and had a deeper relationship.
But I did nothing, which directly led to her asking to end the relationship the next day. She felt she couldn't feel my passion and that our connection wasn't enough, making her even more attached to her boyfriend and strengthening her resolve to get back together with him. My first intimate encounter with her ended in failure due to my foolish behavior, and she married her boyfriend shortly afterward.
For the next two years, I still saw her frequently. She got married, and I went on several blind dates, but nothing much progressed; I probably couldn't completely detach myself from her image. Of course, we didn't lose contact; we often chatted about our hobbies and lives on QQ. Later, I moved out of the dormitory and into my own apartment, so I no longer had the chance to see her in the dormitory, but I could still catch glimpses of her beautiful figure in the cafeteria.
Our story continued uneventfully until one day, she told me she was being transferred away from the area. I suddenly felt incredibly lost, realizing how much she still meant to me. For the next few days, I was somewhat disoriented and unsure of what to do. Finally, one evening around 9 PM, I expressed my sadness and reluctance to part with her, and mustered the courage to ask her out. Unexpectedly, she felt the same way, so I picked her up around 9 PM and brought her to my big house.

Once home, we didn't know what to do, so I dimmed the lights, turned on the TV, and watched a movie—Avatar. In the soft light, looking at her sitting beside me, I felt life was so beautiful. I leaned closer to her and gently said, "I'll miss you." She seemed moved, unsure what to say. In this situation, I couldn't help but hug her, holding her tightly in my arms from behind. She was very shy, yet unable to resist my tenderness. Perhaps, as she said, she had always harbored feelings for me, but didn't know she loved me so much. After hugging for a while, my hands involuntarily began to move
up and . I started gently rubbing her breasts through her clothes. After a moment of resistance, she began to immerse herself in it. Finally, my hands slid between her legs, caressing her mysterious area that made my penis linger, through her pants. She gradually reacted, her breathing became rapid, and she began to moan. Her moans were so natural, her expression of feeling so direct. I loved these two qualities in her. After caressing her through her clothes for a while, I reached inside her clothes, unhooked her bra,
and grabbed her breasts. Her breasts were very small, with pink nipples, irresistible. With my other hand, I began unzipping her pants and reached inside to directly stimulate her vulva through her underwear. Her reaction was immediate and intense; she became increasingly wet. I had smelled it before—it was odorless. I longed to taste her fragrance, but she stubbornly refused,

and in the end, I couldn't have my way. That night, we spent several hours in this physical stimulation. She resisted several times, trying to leave, but ultimately succumbed to the pleasure I brought her. Even as she decided to leave, near the door, I leaned against the wall and inserted my fingers into her vagina. She moaned ecstatically, and I almost inserted my penis into her vagina, though of course, that didn't happen that night. Of course, that night we also confirmed one thing: we still loved each other so passionately.
After that pleasant experience that night, my darling was still influenced by societal norms. She felt it was wrong, so she refused to come back to our love nest with me. She didn't return until her period was almost due. I was so happy and excited when she came to see me, and I spent the whole night roaming over her, kissing and caressing her breasts, touching her vulva through her panties. Because she was wearing a sanitary napkin, I didn't dare to penetrate her.
Around 11 PM, I couldn't hold back any longer. I'd been holding back all night, and my penis was rock hard. She was also coquettishly rubbing against me, covered in fragrant sweat. So, without thinking twice, I pulled off her pants and underwear, laid her on my big sofa, and tried to insert my burning hot penis into her vagina. But I couldn't get it in after a long time. My penis got soft from impatience, but I still couldn't succeed. Her vagina was dry, so she tried to put on her clothes, but I refused. I went to the bedroom and got the lubricant I usually use for masturbation. I applied some to her vaginal opening and slowly rubbed my penis against it. My penis slowly got hard again. I found the opening, and with a push, it finally went in completely.
The moment I entered her, she let out a long-awaited moan. According to her later, the moment I penetrated her, she experienced an indescribable feeling she had never felt before, as if she had longed for it for a long time. So that night, on my sofa, we made love completely for the first time. The feeling of that union was far stronger than any kind of pleasure, because it meant, darling, we were finally together. And the day after that night, she really did get her period.
For the next few days, I was away on a business trip, so my longing for her remained on my journey. When I returned, it was raining heavily, and I love rain because I think it would be incredibly romantic to meet my darling in such weather. So we
met again that night in our love nest. Unsurprisingly, after much coaxing, she made love with me, but with immense mental burden, she didn't orgasm, and I didn't ejaculate either, because I could sense her resistance. But luckily, she stayed that night, her first time staying at my house. The next morning,
I woke up early and saw her lying on the sofa covered with a blanket. She looked incredibly sexy, so I went to her side, kissing her and caressing her genitals. She quickly became aroused, so I penetrated her right there on the sofa and ejaculated inside her after a few pleasurable thrusts. It felt so blissful.
After that, my darling still couldn't overcome societal pressures; she absolutely refused to have sex with me. I remember that day she came to my house, and we, as usual, caressed and kissed each other on the sofa like a couple. She was wearing stockings with a tear in the panty, which looked
incredibly sexy. I was so frustrated all night that I couldn't have sex with her. No matter how much I begged, or even tried to put my penis in her mouth, she would only give me a half-hearted kiss, refusing to let me touch her genitals. Of course, such a night of foreplay was also wonderful, especially with someone you love. In the end, my darling still felt sorry for me and gave me oral sex, letting me ejaculate in her mouth. I enjoyed her impressive oral skills, and at the moment of ejaculation, I felt my entire soul fly into her mouth.
But things always turn out the opposite. After experiencing such a wonderful feeling, my darling surprisingly decided the next day not to see me again because she couldn't control herself after seeing me, which caused her great pain, since she was married. I was speechless and helpless, but there was nothing I could do. Afterwards, some minor conflicts arose, making us unhappy and even jeopardizing our relationship. But it was precisely because of this crisis that we realized more clearly how deeply we loved each other. From then on, there were no more barriers between us, and we completely enjoyed each other's world.
In the following month, although we only met for three days, we made love 18 times. 18 times, I remember clearly, because we were making love. We completely forgot ourselves and enjoyed each other's bodies, even to the point of swelling and pain during penetration. It was these 18 times that allowed me to truly experience the pleasure of sex. We started doing it in bed, we started using condoms, we started with traditional positions, and eventually we did it on the sofa, in the bathroom, and even in the kitchen, each time more memorable than the last.
We even did it in front of the mirror; the way I penetrated her from behind, watching her swaying breasts and her ecstatic moans in the mirror, was probably the most exciting thing I've ever done. The pure act of waking up in the morning, touching each other's genitals, immediately standing on the edge of the bed and getting down to it, until I ejaculated inside her completely, was probably the highest level of sex. The image of me cooking in the kitchen while she grinned mischievously and knelt down to play with my penis, until I immediately turned off the stove and got down on her panties to get down to it, still deeply stimulating my mind.
There's the feeling of being on the sofa, penetrating me while caressing my breasts and wildly thrusting my hips; the thrill of watching TV on the sofa while she immediately pulls down my pants and eagerly sucks my penis; the excitement of wearing sexy pajamas, watching porn while we have sex… These scenes from those three days have replayed countless times in my mind, never fading and never leaving. I want to thank you, my darling, for filling my life with love, sexual pleasure, and memories. Although I ultimately couldn't have you forever, I will always remember you.
[The End]

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