My embarrassing sexual encounter with Xiaomei

A branch campus of a university in Beijing, small but with a nice environment, used to train foreign language personnel for various organizations. It had excellent facilities. Since there were no more training assignments for the new year, the university moved all foreign language-related classes there.

One late summer day in 1990, I chewed gum and listened to Cui Jian's songs as I walked into my university classroom for the first time. I was probably there to register and pick up my books. Before entering, I thought: There should be a few pretty girls in my class! Hopefully, it won't be like high school, a painful memory.

But as soon as I entered, I was disappointed. Only one boy was sitting there, legs propped up on the table, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He had a buzz cut, small eyes, a high nose, and a roguish air about him. He was squinting at me. We made eye contact, and I immediately knew he wasn't someone to mess with (a Beijing slang term meaning someone not to be trifled with). To avoid hostility, I replaced the eye contact with a smile.

"Hey!"

"Yeah." He nodded back.

"Is this Class 90A?" I asked.

"I think so, you're in this class too?"

"Yeah, why is nobody here?"

"I don't know, what are you listening to?"

"Cui Jian." I sat down next to him, handed him an earphone, and he gave me a cigarette. We listened and chatted. His name was Xiao Yi, and he was a year older than me. Cui Jian's songs made us friends quickly. When "The Girl in the Flower Room" started playing, we sang along.

"I dare not look up at you, oh!" The song stopped abruptly when four girls walked in. To this day, I swear, they were the ugliest group of four girls I've ever seen! We couldn't get the word "girl" out; we swallowed it down, causing us to cough loudly and have trouble breathing.

We looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter lasted for at least a minute. Xiao Yi, with his legs propped up on the desk, lost his balance and fell to the ground, while I, with a stomachache from laughing, lay on my desk.

The four unattractive girls looked bewildered as we laughed wildly. One of them, with darker skin, seemed to understand what we were laughing at. She glared at us with disgust, then turned and pulled her companion to sit down.

No one looks good when they're laughing wildly. To this day, I feel incredibly lucky that if Xiao Mei had entered the classroom half a minute earlier,

her first impression of me would have been my ugly, wild laughter, and perhaps many of the subsequent events wouldn't have happened. As our laughter subsided, and the smile on my face was about to fade (Xiao Mei later told me that it was this half-fading smile that had captivated her), I lifted my head from the desk when Xiao Mei entered the classroom with crisp footsteps. Actually, her first glance was at Xiao Yi, which explained why he was sprawled on the floor. Seeing Xiao Yi's appearance, Xiao Mei couldn't help but smile, but when she turned slightly and saw me, her smile froze for a moment, and her eyes seemed to flicker. This was also my first impression of Xiao Mei: a pair of bright, dark eyes. Before I could get a better look at her face, she had already found a seat and sat down.

Although I couldn't see her face clearly, I was certain she was a beauty. I began to observe her from behind with the eyes of a typical foot fetishist: flat white boat shoes, sheer stockings extending to her knee-length white floral skirt, a pale yellow silk sleeveless top, and black hair with some remaining perm marks cascading down her back.

My first conclusion: her clothing was fresh, elegant, and fashionable, catching my eye; she had a good sense of style, and her family background must be quite good.

After looking her over from bottom to top, I turned my gaze back. Because of the boat shoes, I could only see part of her feet. "Why don't you wear sandals so I can see your toes!" I thought to myself. Her ankles, partially hidden by the stockings, and the curves of her calves made me dizzy and indescribable. (Years later, the curves of Michael Jordan's final shot in Game 6 of the Finals made me dizzy again, reminding me of Xiao Mei's calf curves, though perhaps the analogy isn't quite right.) "Hey! What are you looking at?!" Xiao Yi patted me and looked at me with a mischievous grin.

I looked away. Xiao Yi had gotten up and sat down beside me. He whispered, "This chick's not bad."

I glanced at him, then pretended to be nonchalant (this was always my style—hiding my true preferences in front of others). But this time, Xiao Yi saw through me. He whispered, "What are you pretending for! Your eyes are practically glued to the ground, are you getting hard down there?"

He'd only known me for less than five minutes and he was already so brazen. It seemed Xiao Yi was a shameless and outspoken person.

I ignored him and turned my gaze back to Xiao Mei. This time, I saw her bare arm. I gasped inwardly; her skin was so fair and delicate. Based on that one glance and the pair of bright, dark eyes I'd seen earlier, I made a second conclusion: she had incredibly beautiful feet. This combined Gu Long's and my own experiences. Gu Long said that girls with big eyes always have beautiful feet, and from my past experience, girls with fair skin always have beautiful feet!

I got hard, I got hard down there. My body underwent a physiological change following my earlier conclusion and my gaze returning to Xiao Mei's lower body. I turned to see if Xiao Yi was still paying attention to me, but he had already stood up and walked towards Xiao Mei.

"Damn it, he's going to make the first move," I thought to myself.

Xiao Yi stood next to Xiao Mei: "Hey! My buddy likes you!"

Xiao Yi's words made me both happy and angry, but being naturally reserved, I blushed furiously at his words in front of everyone. The darker-skinned, less attractive girl also turned around and saw my embarrassment, which made me feel even more ashamed and annoyed. Xiao Mei just glanced at Xiao Yi and then lowered her head without saying a word.

Just as Xiao Yi was about to say something more, a middle-aged man in his forties walked into the classroom, followed by a dozen or so boys and girls. It seemed that the teachers and students had all arrived, and Xiao Yi returned to my side. "You bastard, you bastard," I mumbled twice, not knowing what to say to him, so I simply shut my mouth.

After a burst of noise, the teacher who called himself Old Ma began to speak. Old Ma was the head of the Foreign Languages Department, and since the class teacher hadn't arrived, he was filling in temporarily.

"Believe it or not, he's a lecherous old man." Xiao Yi seemed to have forgotten what had just happened and started commenting on Lao Ma. I ignored him. Xiao Yi punched me hard: "

I'm talking to you!" "Damn it! You hit me!"

"Who told you to ignore me?"

"Nonsense! Why were you running around in front of me, flirting with me?"

Xiao Yi grinned mischievously: "I was just doing it for your own good, buddy. Be honest, did you think I was going to make the first move?"

I chuckled at Xiao Yi's wicked look, and I gained a preliminary understanding of his ability to see through people.

Lao Ma noticed us: "You two in the back, be quiet!"

"Who are you talking to!"

Xiao Yi's bold retort surprised me and the whole class. To show our alliance, Xiao Yi and I glared at Lao Ma. Lao Ma didn't say anything, but his gaze was unwavering, and the tension was rising. Lao Ma backed away first, his last glance falling on me, a look that I sensed was one of revenge. (And later, Lao Ma really did make Xiao Mei suffer, but that's another story.) During our eye contact, I discovered Lao Ma was a very handsome and elegant middle-aged man.

While Xiao Yi and I were enjoying our victory in this "eye-splitting" (a Beijing slang term meaning mutually hostile gazes), Lao Ma finished his speech. Xiao Yi and I made our first meeting with Class 90a quite tense. Afterwards, we and our classmates completed all the enrollment procedures on campus, but Xiao Mei was the first to leave the classroom. I didn't see her that day; it seemed she went home without completing any formalities.

"My first day of university ended in tension and excitement. I made a friend, gained an enemy, and met a girl... but I didn't even get a good look at her," I thought in bed that night.

The next morning, I arrived at school early, and Xiao Yi and I, who were also early, lazily sat under the basketball hoop, watching each student enter the school. We looked at each girl with gentle eyes, then shook our heads and sighed; we looked at each boy with disdain, then finished with smug satisfaction. We already knew we wouldn't be threatened by the older students, most of whom were bookworms. As for the girls, they were truly unbearable to look at. Xiao Yi told me that there was a girl in the finance class who was alright, but her class had an event at the school today, so she wasn't here. The girl was his junior high classmate, and he planned to win her over within two weeks.

The bell rang for class, but I still hadn't seen Xiao Mei.

"Let's go in!" Xiao Yi said.

"Wait a minute, coming." I saw Xiao Mei rushing into the school.

Finally, I could see her face clearly: a fair and delicate face, bright black eyes, a slightly upturned nose, and white teeth biting her red lower lip, as if she was anxious about being late. Her clothes were the same as yesterday, and I estimated she was about 162-165 centimeters tall. She walked quickly past us without looking at us.

After she entered the building, Xiao Yi nudged me and said, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Not wanting to lose face in front of my new friend, I confidently replied, "What's the rush? I have a plan."

Xiao Yi glared at me: "Fine, you have a plan. I'm not going to bother with you anymore. Let's go to class!"

"What's it to you?" I retorted, and then we went upstairs to the classroom together.

On the way up, Xiao Yi told me that Xiao Mei was very pretty, and if he hadn't met the girl from the finance class first, he would definitely have competed with me for her. I responded with a fearless smile.

Our class teacher was a woman in her thirties with average looks. After the whole class introduced themselves, I learned her name: Xiao Mei.

University life began. Because of Xiao Yi and my performance on the first day, the classmates started to keep their distance from us. Several boys from Beijing even separated us into another room with some out-of-town students who hadn't arrived yet when assigning dorm rooms. Xiao Yi and I didn't care, because we both went home to sleep at night. Xiao Yi and I both have a natural inclination to help others, and we enthusiastically helped several out-of-town students when they arrived, quickly becoming friends.

Two months passed, and I often played basketball with my roommates; four years of basketball in college have kept me in good physical shape.

I noticed that the Beijing students in this class were completely uninterested in the class; they didn't participate in any activities and seemed to have nothing to do with Class 90a except for attending classes. Xiao Mei was the same, and she never lived on campus. Of

course, I lied to Xiao Yi; I was helpless with Xiao Mei, as I'm not very good at interacting with girls. Xiao Yi was completely focused on Xiao Lin, a girl in the finance class. He even attended finance classes, and for a while, the teachers thought he was pursuing a double degree. Of course, he had already won Xiao Lin over, and Xiao Yi also asked me to go out with them. Firstly, I didn't want to be a third wheel, and secondly, because of Xiao Lin's feet—soft-soled brown leather shoes with snow-white cotton socks—that made my heart flutter (I didn't want the sharp-eyed Xiao Yi to see through my act and gouge out my eyes), I always refused. But at the same time, I felt that Xiao Yi probably had another girlfriend.

Xiao Yi noticed I was helpless with girls, and he asked me about it, but I always gave him vague answers, and he just smiled and didn't say anything.

The greatest pleasure in class each day was looking at Xiao Mei's feet. As autumn turned to winter, Xiao Mei switched to long pants and light red suede ankle boots, making it difficult for me to even see the color of her socks. The opportunity arose every Thursday afternoon in the lecture hall for the Socialist Theory class. Nobody wanted to attend this class, but to prevent students from skipping, attendance was taken twice—before class and after the break. The branch school didn't have a teacher for this class; Lao Ma always substituted. With two attendance checks and the department head's presence, no one dared to skip. I tried to fake attendance, but Xiao Yi and I were Lao Ma's nemesis, and I was caught immediately. For the sake of this credit, Xiao Yi and I had no choice but to attend class diligently. I usually sat in the last row, with seven or eight rows of empty seats in front of me; the students had filled the first dozen or so rows.

Xiao Mei was late. When she entered the classroom, there were no seats at the front, so she had to sit four or five rows away from me. I observed that there was no one in her row, and the closest person in front was three rows away. After class started, everyone began their usual two-hour self-study session. Because everyone was focused on their own things—reading novels, listening to music, dating, doing other homework—few people paid attention to what others were doing.

I sat alone in the back, planning: I should sit next to her first, and then say something. "Say something?

Say something?" I cried out in my heart. How stupid! My mind went blank, and I couldn't think of anything.

Time flew by; half an hour passed, and I was still sitting there. When my eyes left my watch, some force made me stand up and walk to sit next to Xiao Mei. This was perhaps the most important step in my life; after that, I was no longer shy about interacting with girls.

Xiao Mei looked at me, and it took me more than ten seconds to speak, because I noticed the earphones on her ears.

"What are you listening to?"

"English."

I froze, not knowing how to continue.

"Want to listen?" She took off her left earphone and handed it to me. I put it on, but all I heard was music.

"Oh, you lied to me!" I said, looking at Xiao Mei's smiling face. Xiao Mei smiled back.

We chatted easily.

It turned out that as long as there was a good start, I could really talk to girls. I also experienced the joy of chatting with a girl for the first time. We talked about everything—school, society, life… We talked so well, I even felt like we had said everything we should have said in the past three months in just half an hour. At the beginning of the second half of the class, perhaps because we had talked so much earlier, we couldn't find anything to talk about. We sat there looking at each other for two minutes, neither of us able to find a topic.

"Say something?" Xiao Mei broke the silence.

I smiled awkwardly and suddenly found a topic: "I'm going to punish you, you lied to me just now."

"You're so stupid, you believe everything I say! Okay, how do you want to punish me?"

Xiao Mei's cooperation surprised me a little. Looking at her little red boots swaying slightly on her left leg, I said, "I'm going to tickle your feet."

Xiao Mei's face suddenly flushed red. "No!" She noticed where I was looking and tried to move her right leg off her left.

I later couldn't understand why I was so bold. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed her right leg. I grabbed it about a finger's width above her ankle, where her red suede boots met her light blue jeans.

"What are you trying to do?" Xiao Mei asked nervously.

"I'm punishing you!" Afraid she would break free, I tightened my grip.

"No, I'm ticklish."

"How can it be a punishment if it doesn't tickle!"

"Please, don't do this," Xiao Mei pleaded softly, making me even more itchy. I leaned sideways onto the desk, grabbed her right foot with my left hand, and pulled her closer with both hands. My right hand slid inside the gap between her boots and jeans.

Xiao Mei's face was already bright red. "Stop it," she pleaded softly again.

How could I stop at this point?! My right hand was feeling the soft suede inside the ankle boots, while my fingers touched the top of the socks. As my fingers explored, I realized that Xiao Mei was wearing thick, soft terry cloth socks. The soft fabric rubbed against my hand, sending waves of excitement through me. Xiao Mei was probably worried that her jeans would peek out from under her boots while walking, so she had tied the top of her socks around her legs.

Xiao Mei's small white hands were constantly pulling on my right arm, but how could a girl's delicate strength stop me?

My right thumb had slid to her ankle, and the other four fingers slid to the other side, tightly gripping her ankle inside her boot.

To go any further, I'd have to take off her boots. To avoid making Xiao Mei too nervous, I chose to first knead her little toes inside the boot.

As my fingers moved, I felt that Xiao Mei seemed to be wearing a pair of loose, baggy socks, and with my right hand constantly rubbing, the socks formed many wrinkles inside the boot.

"Xiao Mei, your socks seem a bit big!" I teased her softly.

Xiao Mei's face turned even redder: "You, you..." Xiao Mei suddenly let go, put her arms on the table, leaned forward, and convulsed.

I paused for a moment, making sure Xiao Mei wasn't crying, and then began my bolder actions. Because Xiao Mei was leaning forward, my current position made it difficult to maintain my balance. I looked around the classroom to make sure no one was watching, and slowly slid from my seat to the floor. I moved my body under Xiao Mei's desk, sitting sideways at her feet. Xiao Mei, lying on the table, watched my movements. "What are you doing? Get up, someone will see us!" Xiao Mei was both ashamed and anxious.

I pulled my right hand out of my boot and moved Xiao Mei's right leg off her left, then grasped both her feet and placed them on my lap. I lifted her right foot to my chest and slowly removed her ankle boot. Good heavens! She was wearing light blue terry socks, and due to my previous caresses, the sock tops had come undone from her pants, the soles had slipped down to the arch of her foot, and the soft toes were loosely hanging in front of her slightly upturned toes. A small foot was draped in a light blue terry sock. At that moment, I experienced the meaning of "being driven mad."

"Do you know what you're doing?" Xiao Mei's tone was somewhat serious; she had already sat up straight and was looking at me.

It was a comical scene: a tall, strong boy of 178 cm sitting across the feet of a beautiful girl with an angry expression, reverently holding her right foot, clad in a loose ankle sock.

I looked up at Xiao Mei; her slightly angry expression was absolutely beautiful. Seeing my dazed expression, Xiao Mei couldn't help but chuckle, "Look at you, aren't you ashamed? Get up, what will I do if someone sees us…" Her face flushed, and she regained her previous shy demeanor.

"Xiao Mei, I… I…" I didn't know what to say. I gritted my teeth, lowered my head, and raised my hand, pressing Xiao Mei's right foot tightly between my mouth and nose. The soft fabric rubbed against my cheeks and lips. I inhaled deeply; a faint jasmine fragrance filled the air, a scent that soothed my soul, and closing my eyes felt like ascending to heaven.

The urge to lightly lick the soft socks was irresistible. Removing the fragrant socks, a beautiful, white, and delicate foot appeared before my eyes.

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