Alumni who only have sex and don't get married

Qing was the first woman my girlfriend met outside of our relationship.
She went to the same university as me, had an oval face, was voluptuous and tall, and was incredibly sexy. She was the only woman I knew who could be called a goddess, and even now, thinking of her still makes my heart burn.
My girlfriend was in another city, hundreds of miles away, so we rarely spent time together. Most of the time, I was alone in my rented apartment off-campus, keeping company with loneliness.
So, going online became a major part of my life.
I surfed the internet, randomly adding many girls on QQ, like casting a large net, waiting for the fish to bite.
Of course, these were all girls from my university or nearby.
I knew that the chances of getting them to meet up were slim, but I didn't need too many opportunities, just a few occasionally would be enough. After all, a man's energy is always limited, and dealing with too many women is quite tiring.
Some people did reply, and Qing was one of them.
After adding her on QQ, she became a potential target.
After becoming friends, we didn't chat much at first. Perhaps because we'd been online for so long, our relationship wasn't as innocent as it was when the internet first became popular.
At the same time, I know that many things can't be achieved simply by deliberately trying; they require opportunity and luck.
Clearly, my luck wasn't too bad.
One late night, in the dead of night, when all was quiet and I had few friends left on QQ, Qing was still online.
I said, "Hey, little cauliflower, still busy hooking up with handsome guys?" She sent me a perverted emoji and replied, "Bored and can't sleep."
I said I couldn't sleep either.
She sent a cold snort emoji and asked, "Why aren't you asleep either?" "The night is long, I'm alone with my shadow, and I can't sleep,
" I said with a laugh.
"Tch! I can't be bothered with you,
" she replied with a dismissive emoji and then completely ignored me.
I smiled wryly and remained silent, sighing at how difficult it was to pick up girls online these days. Three years ago, asking a girl out would have been a piece of cake.
I searched through my friends list again, feeling that tonight was a waste of time.
Just as I was getting sleepy and preparing to shut down my computer and go to bed, my QQ suddenly flashed.
"How about we go for a walk?" My QQ friend, Huacai (also known as Qing), messaged me. My heart skipped a beat; this happiness had come too fast! My heart pounded, but I was still uncertain. It was all so sudden, and something felt off. The key was that we weren't even at the point of meeting up. So I hesitantly replied, "Now?" My hesitation stemmed from the fact that it was already past 1 a.m. Although there were streetlights on campus, it was deserted and eerily quiet at this hour. For a girl, going out at this time was certainly a bit daring.
"What? Scared?" she replied with a disdainful emoji.
"Damn, a grown man like me wouldn't be afraid of you! Maybe I'll sneak in for a kiss, hehe!" I replied wickedly.
"Get lost! What are you thinking? I have a cousin who wants to go for a walk on campus, to admire the moon at Crescent Lake. What do you say, want to come?" she said angrily.
I thought, okay, I can't lose out if two women are with me, right? There's a saying, "kill two birds with one stone."
I went... This was my first time meeting Qing. She was wearing a short skirt with black stockings underneath, hot and sexy, the kind of girl that makes you want to grab her and conquer her the moment you see her. My nose almost bled.
I forgot her cousin's name, she was wearing a ladylike long dress, quite pretty, a rather quiet girl. Of course, for men, especially lecherous ones, Qing was more alluring to me.
And Qing, just as I had guessed, was a flamboyant girl with a slightly hoarse voice, yet exuding a certain sexiness.
In this late night, two stunning beauties standing in front of me felt almost unreal.
I swallowed hard, secretly observing them, completely forgetting to greet them.
Qing glanced at me, narrowing her beautiful eyes into crescent shapes, and gave me a sideways look. She said to her cousin, "See? I told you! This guy is just like everyone else online—shifty-eyed, sleazy, and obviously no good."
Her cousin covered her mouth and laughed.
I was secretly furious, thinking, "Judging by your clothes, you're a womanizer, probably not much better.
" However, I still scratched my head sheepishly and said with an embarrassed smile, "Likewise. I thought you were either a charming and gentle woman or a cold and aloof goddess. Turns out I was completely wrong.
" She snorted and pretended to kick me. I quickly smiled and begged for forgiveness.
In the end, she pretended to be angry and punched me twice. I pretended to wince in pain, but inside I was extremely happy.
That night, in front of another girl, nothing happened, but under the soft light, facing the gentle breeze and bright moon, and with such beautiful women, even I was a little infatuated. The burning desire I usually felt vanished without a trace.
I truly became a paragon of virtue, a gentleman of unparalleled propriety, chatting with the two beauties like friends for half the night.
Perhaps that's why Qing's impression of me improved; at least she didn't think I was the kind of lewd, flirtatious guy she saw online.
For the next month or so, we didn't contact each other much, just exchanging a few meaningless words online.
Much later, one night, still late at night, sitting in front of the computer, as drowsiness crept in, my QQ avatar suddenly popped up again—it was Qing.
She asked why I wasn't asleep yet, and I said I was lonely and couldn't sleep. She
said, "I'll give you a chance to save a beautiful woman, do you want it?" I immediately perked up and replied, "Yes..." She said she was currently at another school and wanted to come back to our school but didn't have a ride, so she asked me to pick her up.
I thought to myself, "Wouldn't she be lying to me? What if I go and she's not there? I'd lose tens of dollars."
I was silent for a moment, then she said impatiently, "Are you coming or not? If you're not coming, I'll find someone else.
" My heart skipped a beat, but I made up my mind and said, "I'm coming, wait for me."
I rushed out of the house, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the school. When I arrived at the school gate, I saw Qing standing alone under a streetlamp. The night wind was chilly, making her dress cling to her delicate body—a different kind of captivating beauty. In that instant, I felt like a great hero rescuing a princess.
My doubts vanished instantly. Without thinking much, I let her get in the car immediately.
The driver asked, "Handsome, where do you want to drop me off at your school?" I said, "Just go to where I live." Qing said, "Let's go to the school gate."
I said, "I've known you for so long, but I've never been to your house. Do you want to visit this time?" I looked at her intently.
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, let's go see your 'doghouse'."
Ten minutes later, we arrived at my place.
I told her the computer was still on, and asked if she wanted to surf the internet for a while. She said she was tired and didn't want to.
I really didn't think much of it then, really.
I said I'd surf for a bit, and she could sit down for a while; it was a bit cold outside, and I'd take her back after she warmed up. She agreed.
I actually started surfing the internet, but I kept my eyes on her the whole time.
She said she wanted to sleep.
I said, "Why don't you lie down on my bed for a bit? You're not scared, are you?" She said, "Pfft, what do you mean 'scared'? I'll lie down for a bit, and wake me up later."
A thought flashed through my mind, and I said I understood.
I honestly went online, but found it utterly boring. Gradually, she seemed to fall asleep, and I, influenced by her, also felt a bit tired.
I called her name, but she didn't respond, so I turned off the computer and lay down next to her on the bed. At that moment
, I really wasn't thinking about anything else. Lying in bed with a girl other than my girlfriend was a first for me. Smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her body, I suddenly felt desire slowly rising, my blood slowly boiling.
I said, "Let me hold you while we sleep," and then I turned to my side and wrapped my arms around her back. She struggled a little and said, "You better behave yourself."
I said, "I'm not doing anything else, it's just holding you. I'm a little cold, so this is just for warmth."
She said, "You big piece of trash, don't do anything else."
She always calls people she knows "big piece of trash," which I only found out later.
I was overjoyed. I wouldn't do anything, just hold you like this.
She continued to sleep, but my heart was pounding.
The fragrance continued to waft through the air. I held her, the shapely shape of her buttocks rubbing against my lower body. I felt like I was about to explode, but I didn't dare to touch her directly... The night was so long. Gradually, my hands moved, my trembling hands gently caressing her buttocks and full thighs. She didn't react.
Perhaps she was sleeping soundly.
My courage began to grow. I wasn't content with just touching her thighs; my hands moved towards the base of her thighs.
Her thighs were full and firm, the two sides of her thighs joined together unusually tightly, making it difficult for my hand to penetrate. Moreover, she was wearing 7/8 length stockings, which made it even more difficult for me to advance.
So I began to caress her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, only a white strap binding her chest. Her breasts were at least a 36D.
I didn't use force, afraid of a violent reaction from her.
I gently untied the strap from behind, and her breasts were in my hands. I gently kneaded them.
She moaned softly and woke up.
She said, "Don't do that." I said, "It's nothing, I was just touching you."
She called me a pervert, saying I was despicable.
I breathed into her ear and said, "You only realize I'm a pervert today?"
She remained silent, or perhaps fell asleep again. I noticed she didn't resist my actions, which emboldened me.
Not content with just touching her breasts, my hand moved down her body. I gently touched her stockings at the waist and slowly pulled them down.
She moved slightly, I paused, then continued pulling.
In the darkness, my expression must have been quite sinister; I don't know.
Only when the waistband was pulled down to her thighs did she react, prying my hands away and trying to pull the stockings up.
I thought, "No way, it's not that easy. I spent half the night getting them down here."
So I held the stockings tightly and forcefully reached inside, touching her silk panties.
Her panties were very thin.
She struggled fiercely. I held her with one arm and inserted my other hand into her lower body.
I pulled her panties aside and slipped my hand inside.
What greeted me was a thick, slightly slippery sensation, and my heart raced with excitement.
The stimulation almost made me cry out. I caressed her lips.
She seemed to sense a threat, violently twisting her body to try and escape my grasp. I held her tightly, steadying her, and slipped my other hand's fingers inside her moist opening. She let out a soft "Oh," her whole body shuddering; the intense stimulation made her mouth open wide.
I had never experienced anything like this before. My fingers moved in and out of her wetness, and she released a lot of love juice. Her body no longer resisted strongly, but trembled violently.
I then used two fingers, increasing the pressure. The sound of my fingers rubbing together was incredibly beautiful. Her moans changed constantly, finally culminating in a cry, "Oh, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" Her slightly hoarse voice, mixed with the sounds of friction, was exceptionally seductive.
I quickly pulled off her pantyhose and underwear, simultaneously ripping down my own pants, and roughly thrust my already erect penis into her lubricated opening.
Her vagina was spacious, and my erection moved vigorously inside her without any obstruction. She held my head and cried out, "Oh, I really can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" As I thrust in, my lips kissed her earlobe, and I whispered, "Did I rape you?" Hearing this, her body reacted even more intensely, her lower body responding strongly to me. Finally, I shuddered, and a thick stream of semen shot into her wet body.
I had finally made her my woman.
After the passion subsided, we didn't say anything, just embraced and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, she said, "You're so horny."
I said, "With your voluptuous body, who could resist?" Her face flushed slightly with shyness.
I thought to myself that women really do become much gentler after being with someone.
When we went out for breakfast, she took my hand, and I think she basically acknowledged our relationship.
Although we weren't really in a relationship before
, except for last night's passion.
For the next five days, we were endlessly passionate in bed.
She said, "You look so thin, yet you're so powerful in bed."
I said all those decades of training weren't for nothing.
I knew Qing had been with other men before, many times.
I don't know why, just a gut feeling.
Her voluptuousness, her sexiness, gave me heavenly pleasure during those five days. We did it in front of the school library in the early hours of the morning, under the blazing sun, in the woods outside the school, and even one night we went to an internet cafe's restroom for a passionate encounter. During those days
with Qing, I truly enjoyed the taste of sex, and I think she did too. She kept shouting, "Fuck me to death! Cum to death! Oh, I can't take it anymore!"
Mid-Autumn Festival came, and she went home. Before she left, we had another passionate encounter in bed. That time we fought for over an hour, and finally she gasped, "Come back to school and I'll ravage your little brother again."
Actually, that was our last time.
I kept thinking to myself, I can only taste a woman like that, but I can never marry her, because she's not safe.
A woman I slept with after only meeting her twice is someone I can never accept as a girlfriend, because I was very conservative back then.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I didn't contact her, and she didn't contact me either.
My heart grew cold, and I left a message on QQ: "Let's forget each other." A long time later, when I saw her again, she already had a boyfriend.
She said she had waited for me for over a month, waiting for me to come to her.
But in the end, I never came.

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