Sexual activity began in college

That winter, a girl studying in the library was raped by a migrant worker.
I didn't have a good impression of libraries; the building's layout was like a maze, and you could easily get lost.
News of the rape spread, causing widespread panic. The library swiftly removed all desks and chairs from the lobby and second floor—now, walking through the library, you see an empty lobby and overcrowded reading rooms.
Older students still remember the days when they could study in the lobby, each with a large table, some chairs even chained to them.
The tabletops were so wide you could even take a nap.
Couples could use the tables to block others' view, engaging in intimate acts.
Azi was naturally terrified, as she often borrowed books from the library. Every time she went, she called me, and when she went to the restroom, she told me to shout her name if she didn't come out in five minutes.
One morning, she went to borrow books, calling me as usual. I had absolutely no interest in the books she wanted to borrow; I knew nothing about literature. She gave me a title and asked me to help her find it.
Since everyone else was concentrated in the fiction section, it was just the two of us in the pure literature section.
At first, nothing happened, but then Azi kept darting around in front of me, her buttocks occasionally brushing against my penis, and I actually got an erection from the rubbing.
Looking around to make sure no one was there, I grabbed Azi and grabbed her breasts with both hands.
"Oh dear," Azi exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of place is this? Don't you even look where you are? Let go!" I grinned mischievously, "Who would look at these antique books like you? Nobody's around, let me touch you," and as I said this, I moved my hands down, touching her genitals through her pants.
"Ah, you're so annoying," Azi blushed, "Can we go outside?
" "No, I've suddenly become interested, let's do it here.
" Without saying another word, I pushed her into a corner and forcibly unzipped her pants.
Azi was wearing pink thermal underwear that day, and the ambiguous color drove me crazy. I suddenly really wanted to be intimate with Azi there for a while. After making sure no one was around (actually, the busiest time in the morning is after 9:30, but we went at 8:30 and there were hardly any people), I kissed Azi, my hands clearly divided, one on top and one on the bottom.
Azi breathed heavily, her head pressed against my chest.
I could even smell the scent of Azi's genitals, faint yet alluring! Azi, panting, pulled down my pants and reached inside.
Her hand was very cold, almost freezing my penis.
"Hehe, so warm.
" Azi smiled mischievously, "Okay.
" My hand had already touched the bulge below Azi's waist, gently rubbing it with my middle finger, and soon it became wet.
Just as we were getting a little carried away, footsteps came.
Startled, we stopped and pretended to look at the bookshelf.
Unexpectedly, when I looked at the bookshelf, I found that book.
"Let's go, let's go.
" Azi dragged me away.
Footsteps approached, and a girl came face to face with us. She glanced at me and blushed. Confused, I followed her gaze and saw my zipper was undone…???? On the way back, Azi kept laughing: "My mistake! I didn't do my job properly, haha…" I was embarrassed but not angry, and tickled Azi's armpits. Azi laughed and ran away, "If you can catch me, I'll marry you…" "You said it!" I took off running. People on campus looked at us strangely, surprised that there were such crazy students; they didn't seem like freshmen.
Winters in the coastal city aren't very cold, and it snows very rarely. I only remember heavy snowfall in 2001 and 2002.
That day was cool, but not cold. Azi and I took the No. 11 bus back to school.
The west campus of the school, near the main gate, is a dense grove of trees. This place is a favorite spot for student couples, especially in summer when the lush greenery provides a natural refuge. The grove is quite large, with artificial and natural stone benches and earthen slopes, making it a popular place to see pairs of male and female students.
However, it's also a relatively unsafe area. Robberies and rapes are rumored to occur frequently. A guy in my next dorm was once surrounded by four or five people and had his phone stolen there.
As for rape cases, the rumors are detailed, but none have been confirmed by the police. In other words, even if girls are assaulted, no one reports it.
But at night, the grove is completely dark, making the rumors quite suggestive. I think the rape rumors might not be entirely unfounded—note that in winter, when the leaves have fallen, the grove receives very little light. You can imagine how dense the grove is.
It wasn't too late, so Azi and I took a shortcut through the grove back to our dorm.
There was a couple walking ahead of us, but they looked much older than us. I was a junior in college then, and I thought to myself, "Aren't they graduate students? They look so old, and their voices are noticeably more mature."
We initially walked behind them, but they slowed down and let us go ahead.
At a bend in the road, I glanced back and saw that this couple turned very quickly, not choosing the path out of the woods, but instead walking briskly deeper into the forest… A sudden thought struck me: What were they doing in there? Could it be…? I'd heard many stories about woods, and I knew that some people used the darkness to make love in them. If this happened in the teaching buildings, what about this natural barrier? Azi and I had ventured into the woods a few times, but no matter how eager I was, Azi had never "made love" with me.
At that moment, I had an idea: let's see what they were doing! (This is typical voyeurism, right? *sweat*) When I told Azi about it, her face turned bright red: "Shameless! What are you doing, staring at people like that! Pervert!" I'm no saint, and my dark thoughts compelled me to stick to my own ideas. Azi sighed, "Go yourself if you want, I'll wait for you up ahead.
" So, with a dedication even greater than a paparazzi, I followed the couple.
But the woods were dense and complex, and my target disappeared.
After wandering around several places without finding a trace, I was about to leave in disappointment when I noticed a pine tree rustling in the distance.
My spirits lifted again, and I crept forward. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw them already joined together.
Under a pine tree, the woman was kneeling on the ground, her hands supporting her weight, her pants pulled down to her ankles, her white buttocks clearly visible in the darkness, and the man was pressing against her buttocks—a position familiar to everyone, right?
Clearly, they wanted a quick and easy encounter. They barely spoke, exchanging only a few words like "I love you." I was a little puzzled: in this cold weather, couldn't they have just gotten a room? Wouldn't the woman's bottom get cold? Just as I was pondering how human passion could overcome the cold, my phone rang.
The ringtone was exceptionally loud in the silent woods! The couple panicked upon hearing it, hastily separating and putting on their clothes. The man coughed loudly, while the woman was clearly much more flustered. She lost her balance and fell flat on her face. I turned and ran; the sound had startled me too! But poor girl, wouldn't her bottom be pricked by the pine needles on the ground? I ran to the edge of the woods and, under the streetlights, saw Ah Zi laughing so hard she was bent over. That little devil! I thought, this is how life will continue, Ah Zi and I will fall in love, graduate, get married… all these ideas are beautiful, until they shatter completely.
Spring 2004 marked the start of my junior year, second semester.
After a long winter break filled with longing, I went to a hotel with Azi the day before school started.
It had been a month since I'd touched her. My hands trembled as I tried to undo her thick clothes, but I couldn't get her bra off. In the darkness, I groped for the clasp: "Help me, Azi…" "Hehe, you little pervert, you're not very skilled…" Azi gently unhooked it. I buried my head in her breasts, sucking hard, while my hands continued to knead her vulva.
Wet… I loved that feeling… I bent down and kissed her vulva, licking it.
Azi let out a soft moan. I knew it was time for us to begin.
As soon as I entered, Azi let out a soft "Ah," as if in some pain. I stopped. "Did I hurt you?" "A little. Why does it feel so big?
" I nibbled on Azi's ear. "Isn't it always like this?" "It feels bigger than before..." I thrust quickly, and Azi no longer held back, her cries growing louder until I completely released, lying in her arms.
"Tired?" Azi stroked my head. "A little,
" I mumbled, sucking on Azi's nipple.
Azi hugged me tightly. "I'm tired too. Sigh, I've really had enough of the train ride..." "Sleep. Do you like me holding you?" "Yes..." Azi fell asleep quickly; she was just too tired.
I couldn't fall asleep right away, so I held Azi and watched TV. Just then, I
heard a "bang, bang" sound from the wall, mixed with a woman's exaggerated moans. It felt even more excessive than Mutou Ran's. I thought to myself: Girl, is your man that amazing, or is your voice just sweet, or are you just easily satisfied? You can go develop your career in Japan!! Please don't disturb our sleep, okay? I checked my phone, it was past 1 a.m., and thinking I should go to sleep, I gently put Azi down. She mumbled a few words and then fell asleep.
I picked up my toothpaste and toothbrush and went to the bathroom.
The corridor lights were shining, and through the windows of each room, I could imagine men and women still engaged in their activities all night. The moans of girls rose and fell, the pent-up sexuality of a winter break being completely released this weekend.
While brushing my teeth (note: the faucets and sinks in this hotel were at the end of the corridor), I heard footsteps behind me. They were very light, belonging to a girl.
I instinctively stepped aside, thinking she was going to wash her hands.
The girl turned around but went to the other side of the sink to use the toilet.
My gaze shifted, staring at her, and then I froze: I saw that fiery red from a year ago, that fiery red I saw in the west corridor, that fiery red that I had joyfully dreamed of.
The soft sound of urinating started, and I slowed down my brushing.
I couldn't remember the last time I saw her, only that her boyfriends had changed like a revolving door in the past year, and she rarely attended classes.
She had acquired many nicknames, all of them names of AV actresses, and her reputation was getting worse and worse.
She came out, and I looked up, our eyes meeting.
She recognized me, paused for a moment, and smiled: "Not asleep yet?" "Oh, about to sleep.
" I noticed she was only wearing a red down jacket over a thermal undershirt.
Her nipples were still prominent; clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts were much larger than a year ago, very full, but—somewhat sagging.
There were even wrinkles on her stomach; she'd gained weight.
She said, "Get some rest, I'm going back.
" She turned and left, and I watched her go.
She stopped at the door of the room where the moaning sounds like Mutou Ran had come from, opened the door, and went inside.
My heart sank. I thought of that winter a year ago, of the red figure lying in the hallway.
The moaning came again, this time mixed with her laughter; I heard it clearly.
It was her in the next room.
I went back to my room and held Azi in my arms as we slept.
That was the last night with Azi.

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