My female colleague got married

Last week, the female colleague I'd secretly slept with so many times got married. It felt weird, and I want to tell you all about it tonight. It's absolutely true, no embellishment, and it might be a bit disorganized; I'll just write whatever comes to mind.

Early last year, I started at a new company. Not long after, I met this girl, born in '95 (I was born in '90). She was a clerk in the HR department and didn't have a boyfriend at the time. Later, at a company dinner, we sat at the same table and added each other on WeChat.

She was very cute, around 165cm tall and weighing around 100 pounds. I flirted with her for several days—or rather, just chatted with her whenever I could. Finally, I got her to go to the movies. I even bought tickets for the last row, hoping something would happen, but nothing did.

I had a girlfriend at the time, but I hid it from her. I felt she was interested in me, and all I wanted was to get her. We chatted casually for over a month. One afternoon after work, I asked her out for dinner again, but she didn't agree. I was heartbroken. Then I got home, and she messaged me saying I could go out now, she had something to do earlier. So I quickly got ready and went out. We had hot pot. We had a pretty good chat, talking about relationships, and I subtly expressed my feelings for her.

We kissed on the way home that night. I don't remember why we kissed, I just felt the atmosphere was just right. I still think kissing her was very comfortable, so gentle.

The next day, near the end of the workday, I received a message from her saying her roommate wasn't home that night, and I could come over for dinner; she would cook. I was quite excited, but I had clients coming over that night and had to drink with them, so I had to explain. She said it was okay, maybe next time.

That night, I drank almost a pound of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and I was already feeling a bit unsteady. My colleague dropped me off at my door and left.

Then I called her to ask if she was asleep.

She said no.

I said I'd come over and chat for a bit, I couldn't sleep. Actually, I was lying; I was in a state where I could definitely fall asleep immediately.

She said okay, come on over, I'm not sleepy at all.

I quickly took a taxi over, and she was waiting for me downstairs.

Then, seeing that I reeked of alcohol, she quickly helped me upstairs to the second floor. Once in the room, she poured me a large glass of hot water—a pink glass. As I drank, I said, "Drinking from your glass is like an indirect kiss."

She suddenly said, "Let's do it directly then."

I grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and started kissing her. It wasn't really a kiss, but a nibble; it was the first time I'd ever kissed someone so forcefully, I felt like I wanted to devour her. I was filled with possessiveness, probably because the alcohol made me so hot-blooded.

We moved closer together, kissing as we went. She sat on the edge of the bed, and I still had her tongue in my mouth. She lay on the bed, and I was still sucking on her tongue. It felt so soft and comfortable against her.

My hand slowly and boldly slipped inside her pajamas; she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were huge, completely changing my perception of slender women.

I sucked on her tongue forcefully and also massaged her breasts. I asked her if it hurt, but she didn't answer and started sucking on my tongue. At that moment, I felt like we both wanted to devour each other.

I slipped my hand inside her panties; they were really wet and warm. I took off my clothes and then her panties. I immediately inserted my penis, without any foreplay.

Because of the alcohol, I couldn't ejaculate for a long time. She moaned beautifully in my ear.

When I was about to ejaculate, I suddenly said, "Let me ejaculate inside," and she said, "Okay." At the last moment, I pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach.

We did it twice more before going to sleep. She asked if I didn't want to take responsibility by not ejaculating inside, and I hugged her and said I would. At that moment, I genuinely forgot I had a boyfriend.

After that, I often secretly went to her place. Later, she moved to a place where she lived alone, and I went even more frequently.

Eventually, she found out I had a boyfriend. She called and said she cried so hard when she found out. I felt so sorry for her. I didn't know what to say. I could only say, "I really like you."

She asked me, "Do you like your boyfriend?"

I didn't answer, and she hung up.

We didn't contact each other for a long time afterward, except for necessary work-related communication; there was no further discussion about life. About a year passed like this.

Until recently, I received a WeChat message from her saying she was getting married, with a wedding banquet at a certain hotel, and invited me to attend. I replied that I would try to go.

I didn't go that day. I felt too awkward, and maybe I was afraid of hurting my feelings.

She and her boyfriend got married after knowing each other for just over a month. I don't know why, but I want to believe it was true love.

[The End]

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