Keeping a college student

I was fascinated by three female college students, and I learned a lot from all three. So I'm writing this to share with everyone!

My story with A: When I met A, she was just 20 years old. She wasn't particularly beautiful, looking like a well-developed 16 or 17-year-old girl, a sophomore, and very innocent.

I never dreamed that this adorable young girl would gradually seduce me, all the way to bed.

I met her on QQ. One day, I saw a girl with the screen name "Nalan Rongruo" and thought she must be nice, at least somewhat cultured, so I added her. She was studying engineering at a university in the city, but she loved literature. We got along very well, and after chatting a few times, we were quite familiar, but our conversations still revolved around literature and school life. That Sunday morning, after chatting for a while, I felt hungry and said I had to eat. We said goodbye, and she sent a message saying she was happy to chat with me. Without thinking, I suggested we eat together, and she quickly replied yes. We arranged to meet at a place in the middle of our day.

"How would I know it was you? Hehe."

"I'm wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt and pink pants. What about you?"

"Black-gray t-shirt, beige pants, glasses, 1.72m." "

1.65m, no glasses :)"

"Haha, short hair."

"Hahahaha, long hair - ponytail.

" "You're still better than me, I'm impressed."

"Ha, I'll admit defeat when we meet."

"Okay, I'll admit defeat when we meet."

When I arrived at the agreed-upon location and got out of the car, I immediately recognized the girl five meters away as her. Sure enough, she walked over, a little shy. Wow, such a pure girl! She was slender, the kind with small bones, but her chest was full, with long, squinty eyes. Not particularly beautiful, but very cute, like the famous host Wang Xuechun when she first debuted.

Her voice was very soft, a little childlike, as if she were very cautious, not saying much. I led her into a seafood restaurant next door.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

"Don't be shy, the university cafeteria is never good, we're taking advantage of you today, haha, order whatever you like, don't worry about the price."

"Really, anything is fine, I'm not picky." Her voice was still very soft and gentle.

I ordered live shrimp, steamed mandarin fish, and vegetables. I could tell she really liked shrimp, but she wasn't very good at peeling them, so I started peeling them for her. Soon her small bowl was full, and she seemed a little embarrassed. After my repeated encouragement, she ate half a pound of shrimp that day.

That day, we mainly talked about her experiences with postgraduate entrance exams and future jobs. She listened very attentively, which made me feel very satisfied. She had a lecture to attend in the afternoon, so we parted ways after dinner. Since there was no direct bus, I called her a taxi. Before she got in, I slipped her 50 yuan, but she refused. I said, "Students don't have spare money for taxis. Consider it a loan, you can pay me back when you start working." She accepted it and asked, "Can I still hang out with you?" I was a little surprised she asked that, but I just said, "Of course!" That's how our first meeting ended.

That day, I gave her my phone number, and she gave me her dorm number.

A few days later, I called her dorm at night, but she wasn't there; it was already 11 pm. The next few days were the same. I felt she wasn't as simple as she seemed. About six months later, I didn't contact her again. Just when I had almost forgotten about her, I suddenly received a call from her.

I was at work at the time. She said she had lost my phone number but found it in her QQ history, and that she had actually been trying to contact me. She said she needed my advice. We arranged to meet at Shangdao Coffee that evening.

Six months had passed, and she was still as innocent as ever. She was wearing jeans, a white chunky knit sweater, and a denim trench coat, looking rather thin for winter. The clothes looked cheap, but they suited her well, highlighting her innocent charm.

This time, she talked to me a lot, mainly asking how to find part-time work; she needed to earn money.

Her parents are getting a divorce. Her father works in another city and has always had a bad relationship with her mother, who is in poor health. Her mother used to work odd jobs in the neighborhood, but recently stopped due to her health. Her father hardly gives any money home.

She has been estranged from her father since childhood. She says her biggest fear now is her mother asking how much money she needs every time school starts.

Tuition is 3,000 yuan a year, while her living expenses are about 400-500 yuan a month. She always tells her mother less because she knows her mother simply can't afford that much.

She tutors, sometimes up to three jobs, but the income is too low, a maximum of 400 yuan a month, and it interferes with her studies. Her grades are dropping, and she can't get scholarships, so she's very tired and conflicted. She asked me if I could help her find a relatively stable job with a higher income, even just 1,000 yuan, so she could earn enough to cover her tuition and living expenses. I asked if she could draw diagrams, because I work in industry, and my company sometimes needs people to draw component diagrams, but she's only a sophomore and doesn't know how. I suggested she ask the school for help, but she refused, saying that even rural students can't get loans, let alone urban students.

That day, I kept trying to find solutions for her, only to reject them repeatedly. Finally, she asked if I knew anyone at a nightclub. She said she wanted to work as a hostess, just singing and chatting. I was furious and scolded her loudly, making her blush. I said I could help her a little, but I couldn't afford it all. She refused, saying she didn't want to burden me or owe me a favor. When we parted that day, I offered her 500 yuan, but she firmly refused. However, she promised me she wouldn't work in that kind of place for the time being.

After that night, I kept thinking about her, afraid she might go astray. She was still rarely in her dorm. I felt she wasn't as simple as she seemed, but I couldn't find any flaws in her words or actions.

I was very worried!

A few days after that meeting, I discovered my wife was having an affair. This was a huge blow to me because I had never had any ambiguous relationship with any other woman since I met her. My heart was bleeding; I felt the greatest injustice of my life—the person I trusted most had betrayed me. I was determined to divorce her! But my wife cried and repented, and the divorce was put on hold.

One night, feeling down, I went to a bar alone. The noisy atmosphere made my mind go blank, temporarily setting aside my worries.

Around 10 pm, my phone rang. It was A. A asked to come to the bar for drinks, and I agreed.

She didn't like the bitterness of beer, so she ordered a bottle of dry red wine instead. That day, a girl singing at the bar sang Faye Wong's songs very well, and A really liked them, requesting several. She even exchanged phone numbers with the singer during breaks in the performance. A seemed very happy and innocent. She kept clinking glasses with me, and I advised her to be careful not to get drunk. She said it was okay, that she had drunk baijiu (Chinese liquor) when she was little. Later, she said she actually wanted to get drunk just once.

By midnight, she was really drunk, stopped talking, and fell asleep on the table. Around 1 am, only the two of us were left in the bar, so I had to wake her up and help her out. She didn't want to go back to her dorm, saying it was so late and she was drunk, and she was afraid her classmates would scold her. I had to practically drag her into a nearby hotel.

I was worried the hotel staff would suspect our relationship because A looked much younger than me. However, the hotel staff showed no surprise and quickly processed my check-in with a professional smile. I helped A into the elevator amidst bows and polite farewells.

The room was luxurious and clean. I placed A on the large bed, and she fell asleep immediately, her feet still dragging on the carpet. I started to help her take off her shoes; they were high-top lace-up shoes, difficult to remove, so it took a while. I noticed her feet were very delicate, without any smell. Holding her feet, I suddenly felt flustered. A let me move her peacefully, a pretty blush on her face. After setting her legs on the bed, I moved her to rest her head on the pillow. I went into the bathroom, washed my face, and by then I was slightly sweaty.

It was winter, and she was wearing a long coat, looking very uncomfortable lying on the bed. I poured her a glass of water. A groaned without opening her eyes, her shoulders moved slightly, and then she slumped back onto the bed; she was too drunk to have any strength left.

I reached under her neck to lift her up a little and fed her water. She drank the whole glass in one gulp with her eyes closed, then drank another glass. A seemed to have woken up, but her eyes were still closed. Her head tilted slightly towards my chest, her blush deepened, and her breathing became more rapid. Her long eyelashes appeared even longer under the light from the bedside lamp. What a beautiful girl!

I was incredibly nervous. I nervously pulled my hand away, took a deep breath, and said to her, "Sleeping in your coat isn't comfortable, let me take it off for you." A nodded in agreement. I pulled off her coat, and her breasts, hidden beneath her sweater, were immediately revealed. A's breasts were full and seemed very soft. As she lay down on the bed after taking off her coat, her breasts swayed slightly. I almost lost control, but a voice in my head told me I absolutely couldn't take advantage of her. That's my principle! After only a

few seconds of hesitation, I told A that I had already paid the deposit and I had to go home. I told her to get a good night's sleep and then go to the sauna; it would help with her sobering up. I'd contact her again tomorrow morning. A nodded slightly to indicate she understood.

When I closed the room door from the outside, I felt I had done what a man should do!

The next morning at 7:30, I called the hotel and said A had checked out at 5:00.

We didn't contact each other for a long time afterward, and I had an indescribable feeling about it; I even thought it should end.

That afternoon, my phone rang. It was A. Her voice was tearful. She had sprained her ankle badly and said she couldn't get into the bunk bed in her dorm. She asked if I knew where she could stay. I didn't, so I suggested she stay at the school guesthouse. She had a classmate with her, and I rushed to her school guesthouse after work. A was in a standard room, accompanied by another girl and two boys. She introduced them as classmates, close friends, the kind who eat together every day. A didn't introduce me to her classmates; I guess I probably did before I came. I don't know what she said about our relationship. When A recounted her injury, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice had a touch of coquettishness, making her very endearing. I quickly took out the safflower oil I'd brought and asked the female classmate to massage her ankle. After a few strokes, she complained that her classmate wasn't being gentle and looked at me pleadingly. So I started massaging her ankle. A obediently quieted down, seemingly enjoying it. While massaging, I teased her, saying I'd seen a TV show yesterday about an animal in Australia called a koala. I said it was very funny and cute, but its biggest characteristic was its incredibly slow movements; it was very lazy, often staying in one place for a long time without moving, and it was also clumsy, easily getting injured when climbing down trees, often spraining its ankle, and being particularly afraid of pain, so its recovery was slow. Everyone laughed. A realized I was talking about her, her face turned red, and she said shyly, "You're so annoying!" The massage lasted about an hour, and there was a noticeable improvement; she could already move her ankle on her own. It was getting late, so I gave her three nights' room fee to the female classmate, and A didn't refuse this time. I then left with two boys.

For the next two days, I visited A every day, and each time it was the same three students with her. I felt that the two boys might be pursuing her; the taller one always seemed to notice A, while the other one paid more attention to the other girl. The next day, A was able to get out of bed and go to the toilet. I didn't visit her on the third day.

About a week later, A called me in the afternoon before I was leaving work, wanting to see me. We met at a restaurant, and A mentioned again that she was looking for a hostess job. I tried to dissuade her, saying I could help her as much as I could, but A still refused, saying she wouldn't accept my help for nothing. I already knew what she meant, but I kept avoiding the question of how it would be considered not accepting help for nothing. After dinner, A asked to go to that bar again. The girl who sang there was still there, and A ordered several more Faye Wong songs, talking very lively, but this time A was noticeably less drunk. It was past midnight, and I knew A wouldn't be able to go back to her dorm again. For some reason, I felt a strange sense of hope.

The bar was empty, and we went outside. I asked her if she was going back to school. She said she couldn't get back in. I thought for a long time, then hailed a taxi. I opened the back door for her to get in. After she got in, I didn't close the door, and she naturally moved a little further in, but only to the middle of the back seat. I got into the car and closed the door. Our buttocks and legs were pressed together, and A didn't move any further.

The car started moving, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

The car headed towards a hotel.

I wrapped my arms around A's waist from behind. It was so soft, as if it had no bones. I couldn't believe that A's slender waist had such a thick layer of softness. A leaned closer, her eyes closed, and I bent down to kiss her lips. Her lips were soft and hot. I gently sucked on them, my tongue gently parting her teeth.

A's breath was fresh. Our tongues pressed against each other, taking turns exploring deep into each other's mouths, intertwining. Ah, this was the most wonderful kiss I'd ever had.

A's body trembled slightly from time to time.

At that moment, the lewd side within me surged out uncontrollably. The dignified facade I usually maintained towards my family, subordinates, colleagues, and superiors was all suppressed. I discovered that besides kindness, the most prominent trait in my bones was lust. Deep down, I longed to have my way with every beautiful woman in the world. Sigh, people are so easily swayed between good and evil.

My lips continued to make A's breathing heavier, my right hand gently gliding over her soft, undulating breasts hidden beneath her clothes, reaching directly under her skirt. Before even lifting her panties, I already touched an incredibly slippery, sticky fluid. My body instantly swelled, and I had to immediately shift my hips to give my penis some space.

That unforgettable, slippery wetness—I'd never felt it on any other woman.

A's panties were thin and loose, definitely the cheap kind of knitted cotton. My fingers easily parted her already soaked panties, sinking into the softest, most slippery, mysterious area. A let out a soft moan from her nose. I quickly rubbed her sides with my fingers, then withdrew them, afraid of attracting the driver's attention.

This caress is still vivid in my memory. The softness there felt like that of an aquatic mollusk, the slippery wetness made me want to do anything for it!

I straightened A's arm; we had arrived at the hotel. This time, we calmly checked in and entered the room.

The door slammed shut behind me, and I eagerly pulled A, who was walking ahead, back into my arms. We kissed deeply, oblivious to everything else. A's face was flushed all the way to her collar, her lips still burning hot. My hands cupped A's small buttocks, pressing them firmly against my body, trying to make our genitals as close together as possible. My hands kneaded and squeezed, a movement that clearly aroused A even more. Her waist began to twist, and my penis, rubbed between her legs, produced intense pleasure.

At this moment, I felt an even stronger desire than the first time we made love. My breathing was unusually rapid, and I could even feel my heart pounding violently, like it was about to jump out of my chest, just like the books say.

My right hand slipped down from A's buttocks and between her legs, bending inwards until my fingertips touched her pubic bone. My entire palm and wrist were enveloped in a moist and soft sensation, which made me want to bury my head inside her. As my right hand entered, A's thighs parted, her knees bent, and her calves lost support, her entire weight falling on my right hand, intensifying my desire for the mysterious area covered by my palm. My right forearm bent forward and upward, and A was lifted up on my arm like a horse, her arms wrapped around my neck, her left breast pressed tightly against my pectoral muscles. My left hand protected A so she wouldn't fall off, and in this somewhat awkward position, I carried A from the doorway to the bed.

A was placed face up on the bouncy Simmons mattress, her eyes and lips tightly closed, her arms outstretched, gripping the white mattress on either side of her body. It was clear that A was very tense. I quickly untied the skirt's belt and started pulling it down, skirt and nylon together. A's upper body remained tense, but her buttocks were slightly raised, allowing me to easily pull the skirt off her legs. I knelt between A's legs, skillfully reaching under her back to unhook her t-shirt and nylon, pulling it down from above. A cooperated by raising her arms above her head, but after her arms came off, she tilted her head back and covered her eyes with her right forearm, thus covering her entire face with the clothes around her neck. I knew A was shy and didn't ask me to take them off any more.

A's fair and clean body was completely exposed before me, but she hid under her clothes and arms, deceiving herself by avoiding facing me directly. I felt A must be a virgin; every small gesture and movement she made filled me with deep affection. I tried to be as quiet as possible and quickly removed all her clothes to avoid making A even more nervous. When I knelt naked before A's unreserved body, a strange sense of sacredness welled up within me. I deeply felt the inescapable responsibility that now rested on my shoulders!

A's most striking impression of me that day was her submissiveness.

I've always struggled to understand this seemingly simple and lovely girl—her calm composure in making decisions and her gentle, childlike demeanor in every action. To this day, I still don't know what impact our relationship will have on her life, or if it will have any impact at all.

I began to explore A's feet with my fingertips, slowly moving upwards from the outside of her white calves to the outside of her buttocks. A's body trembled almost imperceptibly. My hands met below her navel, then separated, sliding around the sparse triangle of skin towards her inner thighs. As my fingers slid inwards simultaneously, A's legs were only slightly parted. When she felt the pressure of my fingers, she cooperatively spread her legs wider. Feeling A's cooperation, I felt much more at ease, which encouraged me to continue. At that moment, if she showed even the slightest resistance, I would stop and leave without hesitation, just like the first time.

My hands slid over A's body from head to toe twice, avoiding her clitoris and quickly circling around it. A's breasts fascinated me; her nipples were small, pink, like mung beans, but already plump and firm, surrounded by areolas the size of a small coin. My hands caressed A's full, soft, and elastic breasts, feeling the smoothness of cream; when I pinched them, there were no lumps or bumps, just like silk.

A's breathing became more rapid, and I began to kiss her body.

A remained in the same position as before, covering her eyes with her t-shirt and arms, not speaking or making a sound, silently cooperating with me with very slight movements. When my tongue slid to the flower stream, I smelled a strange scent, faint, not fragrant, but very alluring, a clean and refreshing smell. I gently parted A's legs with my hand, and oh, what I still consider the most beautiful and mysterious flower stream was presented before my eyes.

A's vulva was bright red, slightly pink, and very translucent, because it had already been moistened and dripped with love fluid. A's vagina was quite long, about two centimeters, already full and erect, peeking out from the sparse bush and extending into the moist and glistening pink valley. The love fluid that meandered from the dripping opening had already flowed over the small anus, and the moistness of the love fluid made the small anus shimmer with a radiating light under the diffused pale yellow light, very alluring, making it impossible to associate this with an excretory passage, but rather a kind of clean beauty.

Unlike most girls I've ever met, A's love juice was colorless, transparent, and felt very clean. For the first time, I couldn't help but kiss A's vulva from the bottom up. When my tongue gently teased her vulva from bottom to top, A let out a moan, very soft and delicate, but very clear. This greatly aroused my desire. I lost myself and used my tongue to explore and stir deep into A's vulva, which further made A let out intermittent soft moans, still very subtle and clear. I knew A was trying her best to control herself from making any sound. At the same time, I pressed on her anus with my right middle finger. Her anus had been soaked in love juice for a long time. After pressing a few times, my middle finger slid in smoothly, and A's body trembled noticeably, letting out a clearer moan. I stopped, and after a few seconds, I knew that A's moan was not from pain. So I tightened my tongue's movements in her vagina, stretching my tongue as straight as possible and starting to move it in and out of her anus like a penis. My middle finger also moved in and out of her anus in rhythm with the movement. A's moans became more frequent, still a suppressed sound, but her body began to twist. Finally, A's legs suddenly straightened desperately and squeezed inward with all her might. My head was squeezed between her legs, and my right hand was also tightly squeezed. I didn't know before that a woman's legs could be so strong when they were squeezed together, but because her legs were very wet, my right middle finger could still keep moving in and out quickly. At this moment, I clearly felt A's anus contract a few times, and A let out a long, thin moan before her legs relaxed. I pulled my hand away, spread A's legs apart again, climbed on top of her, lifted the t-shirt and arms covering her face, and licked open her tightly closed lips. A's tongue cooperated by licking mine, even pushing into my mouth when I pulled back. My penis was between A's legs, feeling hot, slippery, and incredibly soft. I kissed A, and my buttocks began to move up and down. After a short while, A's legs bent, spreading wide, and my penis slid naturally into the depths of her vagina, without feeling any resistance. I knew A wasn't a virgin, but this feeling seemed to excite me even more.

A's inside was very warm and tight, completely enveloping me, yet I could move without any resistance, as if this tight, warm embrace was always moving with me. It was a wonderful feeling I had never experienced with any other woman. I slowly but deeply thrust for a long time because I loved this wonderful, almost invisible stimulation so much. A remained silent and closed her eyes, only occasionally letting out her distinctive moans. These moans drove me crazy, to the point that later, when making love with other women, I would cover myself with a pillow and moan loudly.

A's later writhing movements told me she needed more force, and my vigorous thrusting made me feel the stickiness between my penis and A's vagina as I withdrew. I quickly ejaculated. Ejaculating inside A gave me immense pleasure, but afterwards, I felt deep remorse for many days. If my momentary pleasure had caused A to become pregnant, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.

Fortunately, she wasn't pregnant.

I left my gradually softening body inside A, and we kissed incessantly, letting that intoxicating feeling continue to linger within us, slowly dissipating. We fell asleep like that, embracing each other. I asked A, "Want to wash up?" A nodded. I got

out of bed, and A's slippers weren't there. I said, "Let me carry you." A nodded. A wasn't heavy, and from then on, I always carried her to the bathroom.

I helped her bathe, mischievously rubbing her breasts with shower gel. I stood behind her, reaching forward to wash her breasts. A didn't say a word. I washed her for a long time, the shower gel making her breasts feel even better. My penis gradually hardened, fitting perfectly into a hole between A's legs. When A stood, there was a walnut-sized opening at the base of her legs when viewed from behind, which allowed me to place my erect penis precisely in that opening. The slight thrusting, lubricated by her vaginal fluid, felt very comfortable, quite different from penetration. After that, I really enjoyed admiring A's body from behind; it always aroused me.

I carefully cleaned her vulva, the water mixing with her vaginal fluid.

A obediently let me do all this.

After washing her, I pressed down on A's shoulders, and she knelt down. I put my penis in front of her mouth, and the showerhead water poured over my penis and A's face. A obediently opened her mouth, and I put it in. A's mouth opened wide, her teeth touching my glans. I taught her to purse her lips, cover her teeth, and lick the coronal sulcus with her tongue. A did it, her eyes tightly closed. I asked her if she didn't like it, and A mumbled that she was scared. I quickly pulled out, pulled her up, and hugged her tightly. I could still feel A's body trembling.

From then on, I never let A give me oral sex again, but I did it for her every time.

That day, after showering, I didn't penetrate her again. Although I had recovered, I felt that A still had a fear of sex.

I let her go to sleep and left, going home. Although we lived in separate rooms, I still stayed at home every night.

When I left, I asked A how much she needed for living expenses this month. A said four or five hundred, so I gave her five hundred, which she silently accepted.

After that, we started having sex regularly, once or twice a month. Basically, A would call me every time, always asking directly when I was free. Of course, I would give her the next month's living expenses when we parted at the end of each month after having sex.

That day, A told me about her class schedule. A few days later, I missed her and called her. She came, and we found a hotel with hourly rooms. It was very cheap, 50 yuan for four hours, very clean, and had a bathroom.

We met at the hotel entrance, went in hand in hand to check in, and started kissing in the room. Then, after I touched her down there until she was wet, I took off my clothes and carried her to take a shower. I washed her, still holding her from behind. While washing her genitals, I knelt down and started giving her oral sex. A was very cooperative, actively putting her right leg on the edge of the bathtub. A was still very wet, and the fluid was still clear, which made me feel that she was very clean. This time, A's moans seemed less suppressed than before. They were still soft, but more frequent, and her body twisted more and with greater amplitude. I gave her oral sex for a long time because I really enjoyed it, and A seemed to enjoy it too. Eventually, A became a little unsteady on her feet, so I carried her to the bed. Penis insertion was done as we walked from the bathroom to the bed. I held her face to face, lifting her buttocks slightly, and my erect penis accurately pressed against the entrance of A's vagina. With a slight loosening of my grip, A smoothly wrapped her legs around me. I didn't separate her when I put her on the bed. I half-stood on the carpet, letting A's calves rest on my shoulders. It seemed she wasn't sensitive to this position, so we switched to the Christ position, slowly and with long strokes. After about ten minutes, A's moans became noticeably more frequent. I put on a condom and continued. I asked her if it hurt, and A shook her head. I asked her if it felt good, and she blushed and closed her eyes without answering. I asked if it was better to go faster or slower, and she blushed again. I slowed down my thrusting, and after a few seconds, she answered in a soft whimper, "Faster!" My hardness increased significantly, and I felt extremely satisfied. I continued to ask if it was better to thrust harder or softer, and A blushed even more, not answering, but protesting with a nasal grunt. I thought A was so cute, and my lower abdomen felt a little warm, so I increased the force and frequency. Each rapid, deep thrust made a sound of flesh colliding with moisture. When I felt I was about to come, the frequency reached about four or five hertz. This time, because I was wearing a condom, I felt each insertion deeply touch A's clitoris (probably her cervix) when I ejaculated. A's moans became louder and more continuous. I clearly felt A's vagina contract five or six times, and at the same time, her moans turned into long, thin sounds from her throat. She had also reached orgasm! This made me very happy. I don't know how other men feel, but a woman's reaction has a crucial impact on my sexual experience. A strong female response always greatly stimulates my pleasure. I think this might be related to a man's desire to conquer. Anyway, the wonderful stimulation when A's vagina contracted my penis this time is something I still miss very much.

We left after cleaning up, which took a total of an hour and a half.

I was completely attracted!

Two days later, I called A again. I knew she didn't have class in the afternoon, but A said she had added a tutoring class at the last minute.

In the following days, I called A almost every day. She always made excuses that she didn't have time. The last time, when the girl who answered the phone heard me looking for A, she said, "Wait a minute." Before she finished speaking, I heard the sound of someone covering the receiver. Two or three seconds later, the girl said that A wasn't there. I felt that A had told her to say that. A should be in her dormitory. From then on, I didn't contact A for a long time. Around the end of each month, A would ask me out. She would still ask when I was free as soon as I answered. We would go to that hourly hotel, and I would give her living expenses when we parted.

A was always very compliant. We tried various positions—on the table, sofa, and even in the bathroom—standing, rear-entry, embracing, side-lying, and so on. Twice, I had A sit on top, but she tried for a long time without moving, blushing and saying in a drawn-out "I can't," haha, I can still clearly recall that long, thin "I can," it was so cute. In the end, I lay on my back with my knees bent and feet on the bed, using my waist to thrust upwards. I could do it very quickly. I grabbed A's breasts with both hands, and A held onto my arms. A bounced up and down like riding a horse, her tail swinging left and right, her moans broken by the jolting. Our penetration was also the deepest, the slapping sounds loud. After I ejaculated, A lay down with her head on my arm, her face beaming with a satisfied blush and smile.

For a while, A and I were more like a couple. We talked a lot—about studies, A's classmates, graduate school entrance exams, work—and our sex life became increasingly harmonious.

One time, while waiting for A, I saw Johnson & Johnson baby massage oil at the supermarket. Remembering that A had mentioned her shoulders and back were often tired, I bought a bottle. As usual, I carried A into the bathroom to shower, gave her a blowjob, and after we got into bed, I said I'd give her a massage. A laughed and asked if I knew how. Without thinking twice, I rolled her over onto the bed, placing a towel underneath to prevent the oil from getting on the sheets. I started massaging her from head to toe, following my memory of massage therapists' techniques, quite professionally: head, neck, shoulders, back… When I reached her buttocks, my body stiffened: it was so alluring! A's buttocks were round and soft, and what attracted me most was the round opening formed at the base of her legs. A's vulva was round and plump, like a bun cut in half, or a plump, closed clam. I didn't stop, continuing to apply the oil and massage. As I massaged her buttocks, the dark red clam opened and closed, revealing the soft, pinkish color inside. I started to get mischievous, pouring some baby oil onto the upper part of her buttocks. The oil slowly trickled down her buttocks towards her XL. I pressed my thumb against her anus to stop the flow and began to gently massage, while my other hand continued to massage her buttocks to open and close her clitoris. With the baby oil lubrication, my thumb easily slipped in a knuckle. I slowly moved in and out, and then, something incredibly exciting happened: clear love fluid gushed from A's clitoris, quickly soaking her entire clitoris. My penis began to heat up, harden, and throb. I straddled A's legs and slipped into her through that gap. My right thumb was inserted into her anus, and my body was inserted into her clitoris, moving in and out together. A's suppressed moans escaped from her mouth, buried in the soft pillow. After a while, A said something in her moans, but because her face was buried in the pillow, I couldn't hear her clearly. I slowed down and asked her what she said. A pushed her buttocks back forcefully and looked up, clearly saying: "Faster! Faster!"

We reached orgasm together! A's anus and vagina contracted and spasmed together several times. I could feel that the penis was very strong and plentiful, and it all went directly into A's body because I knew that A's period had just ended and it was a safe period.

I climbed onto A, my sweat making us slippery. A reached back and grasped my earlobe, gently squeezing it. I fell asleep inside A like that.

When I woke up, I found A asleep too, her hand still on my neck. I had shrunk out of her. I rolled over and lay on my side. A woke up, smiling as she opened her eyes. We instinctively leaned forward, gazing deeply into each other's eyes for the first time before kissing. At that moment, I wished time could stand still, so I could forever look at A's loving, smiling eyes and gently kiss her delicate lips!

That day we made love a second time. After a long kiss, penetration happened naturally. A's left leg lifted up and rested on my waist without me even noticing. We entered each other lying face to face. My movements were slow and gentle, like taking a walk. We did it for a long time. A cooperated perfectly with my movements. I reached orgasm. This time, A didn't contract, but her moans were beautiful.

This was our last sexual encounter before summer vacation. Before leaving, I gave her 3600 yuan for the academic year's tuition, because she said she hadn't paid it at the beginning of the semester and the teacher said she wouldn't be allowed to take the final exams until she paid the full amount.

She went back to her hometown for summer vacation and called me before the start

of the semester, so I transferred some money to her account for travel expenses. After the semester started, we didn't see each other for a long time. A said her mother had gotten divorced, was in a bad mood, and was sick, so she wanted to come and live with her for a while, and she was looking for a place to rent. More than half a month later, she called and said she didn't have time to see me and asked if I could transfer some money to her account, which I did.

A didn't seem greedy; she always asked for the minimum amount she requested.

I thought this was for the best; it might be the best way for us to end our sexual relationship. Maybe she had psychological barriers to our relationship, and I didn't think it was a good thing either.

This period of not seeing each other lasted for almost half a year. Every month, I transferred living expenses to her, and sometimes I transferred more when buying books or paying for other expenses.

A said her mother had suffered a stroke. I wanted to visit her, but I thought it was inconvenient, so I didn't.

As winter break approached, A told me her mother had passed away and asked when I was free. I was silent for a moment, but couldn't resist missing A. We agreed to meet at the hotel entrance at noon.

A hadn't changed at all, her clothes were the same—simple and plain, clearly a college student, but even more pure and lovely.

Having not seen A for so long, I felt a strong connection and a sense of urgency. Besides missing her, the fact that we'd only had sex a handful of times in the past six months was probably a major reason. Men really suffer without sex!!!

As soon as we entered the room, we hugged and kissed tightly. After a while, we sat on the bed to talk. A said I looked tired, and as she spoke, she took off her shoes, got on the bed, knelt behind me, and massaged my neck and shoulders, saying, "See how good I am to you!" I was deeply moved. Before she finished massaging, I pulled her close, kissing her lips while tearing at her clothes. With A's help, I quickly ripped her clothes off. My hands began to roam over her soft, white body. I noticed that A's nipples were larger than before; they used to be only the size of mung beans, but now they were a size bigger, though the height seemed unchanged.

As my hands explored A's vulva, there was no moisture there, something that had never happened before. Usually, it would be wet even before I touched it. I gently caressed her for a long time, and the opening of her vagina became a little damp, but not nearly as wet as before. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and began to thrust in and out. After a while, it gradually became wet. I switched to inserting my right thumb, with the other four fingers pressed against the pubic hair. This way, the web of my thumb was positioned perfectly against her vagina. I shook my wrist while using the web of my thumb to tease her vagina, and at the same time, I rubbed the front wall of her vagina with the pad of my thumb. When I rubbed a bumpy area on the front wall of her vagina, she became noticeably aroused, and the amount of fluid increased significantly. My fingers and the web of my thumb became very slippery. I increased the frequency of my thumb and wrist movements, and also increased the pressure with my thumb. She began to moan loudly, but she was still quite slender. Her waist began to arch upwards forcefully, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly below her waist. I moved quickly, with my thumb inside and my palms gripping the pubic hair outside, like holding a bottle, shaking it rapidly.

With A's hysterical, suppressed gasps, her vagina became a large cavity. My thumb clearly felt a gush of fluid. Her vagina slowly contracted, enveloping my thumb in its warm, smooth softness, then suddenly became empty again. A's vagina twitched noticeably several times like this, and then her body went completely limp. I withdrew my wet right hand and unconsciously smelled it. There was no odor. Looking at the love fluid sticking to my hand, most of it was transparent, with some white, stringy strands.

A seemed very tired and quickly fell asleep. I held her and kissed her until she woke up more than half an hour later.

I carried her to the bathroom to shower. While giving her oral sex, I saw that her vagina was very engorged and swollen. I entered her while scrubbing her back. A supported herself on the edge of the bathtub. I looked at A's full white buttocks and anus, watching me move in and out of her half-open, soft body. A leisurely pleasure washed over me. This time, I went in and out for at least forty minutes. When I increased the frequency near the end, A only made a weak moan and didn't contract.

A said she was going to Beijing New Oriental to improve her English during winter break, and I gave her the tuition and travel expenses. A also said she borrowed a classmate's phone and gave me the number, asking me to text her if anything came up. I asked her to text me when she got to Beijing, and A agreed.

Winter break started.

A didn't text me. A week later, I texted her to ask how she was doing. A said she was staying at her classmate's school and attending classes every day. I asked her if she missed me, and A said of course. I asked her if she wanted to see me, and A said of course.

A few days later, A texted saying she lost her bag, ID card, cards, and 400 yuan. She asked if I could transfer some money to her classmate's card, and I did. When I was processing the transfer, I learned that the card number A gave me was a local card, and the name was a boy's.

I felt that A might have a boyfriend who was studying English with her in Beijing.

A few days later, I texted A to ask if she wanted to see me. A still said she really wanted to. I told her I was in Beijing and would wait for her at the school gate after class. A was silent for a while and said she was with a female classmate, which wasn't appropriate. I insisted on seeing her, even just once, or just to see her. A finally said, "You don't want everyone to know I'm your mistress, do you?" I had no choice but to say, "Then forget it."

I knew A had another man, and I decided to give up. I didn't want to share a woman with someone else.

A and I started to have a rift.

After the semester started, A asked me out, and I made an excuse to decline, but I transferred living expenses to her new card.

The same thing happened the second month.

The third month, A didn't contact me again, and I didn't transfer any money; I forgot. Looking back, there might have been an element of intentional forgetting.

Before I knew it, summer vacation was approaching, and A contacted me again, asking me to introduce her to a nightclub job.

Of course, we ended up having sex again. A's vagina was quite dry and needed a long time to become lubricated.

I gave A a month's living expenses. A said the teacher asked us to pay the tuition for the next semester in advance, and I said I would give it to her next time.

I called her school, and they said tuition wouldn't be paid before the holidays; it's always due at the start of the new semester.

I called A, and she said her homeroom teacher made them pay, and she was the only one in the class who hadn't paid yet; otherwise, she wouldn't be allowed to take the final exams.

When I asked the school, they said it was impossible for that to happen, but A insisted that's how it was in her class.

So I went to school A's and found out that payment could be made now, but most people had to pay at the beginning of the semester. Only one student from both classes in A's class had paid. I called A to the payment counter, and she pretended to ask questions for a while before saying a classmate told her she had to pay.

The meeting ended badly.

We didn't contact each other for the entire summer.

A didn't contact me after school started either.

Autumn arrived in

the blink of an eye. On my way back to the office after lunch, I received a text message asking how I was doing. I replied that I was fine. We chatted on the text for a while, and A explained about asking for the money in advance. Texting was too slow, so I called her (I have a double-fee phone number, 96288). A said she mainly felt there were problems in our relationship and was afraid things would get complicated. A explained a lot, but actually, I wasn't angry about the money at all; I was mainly angry that she lied to me. After she explained her reasons for lying, I forgave her.

A and I agreed to meet the next day at our usual spot.

A was still dressed simply. Like a couple who had been together for years, we entered the room with practiced ease, eagerly kissing, undressing, showering, performing oral sex, and then getting into bed. Everything was like that of an old married couple. But as I stopped my final trembling and collapsed onto her, I saw tears in A's eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I suddenly felt understanding of A's feelings, as if I could sense her inner grievances. I gently kissed away her tears and held her tightly in my arms.

A said that she and three other girls shared an apartment to save money, and they really couldn't stand the cafeteria food anymore. But she said they weren't in a relationship.

I felt that A must have had a man while we were apart, but I didn't know if it was that tall guy, because I had asked her, and A denied it.

I decided to turn a blind eye to A's behavior. A was still a young girl; she needed a girlish kind of love—a handsome, tall boy of similar age, a sweet and romantic relationship. Even though it might not lead to anything, and she might not even really love him, it's an experience a lovely girl needs at this age. Most girls probably crave this kind of romantic experience, perhaps even just to prove their charm. I don't know if my thinking aligns with a girl's psychology, but I think A is like that. A's principles in dealing with the world make me believe she wouldn't date a penniless, handsome guy, but she definitely wants to experience dating a handsome guy.

This thought led to a change in my behavior; I felt the atmosphere of the conversation become more lively, we started joking and teasing each other, and we didn't mention each other's private matters, only school-related things.

A said she hadn't paid her tuition and asked me to go to the school to check. I smiled and said no need, I'd bring it next time.

I texted A the next day, and she replied quickly. We arranged to meet at our usual spot at noon.

This time I specifically brought baby oil; I love watching from behind as love juice continuously flows from A's vulva, gradually moistening her entire vulva—I really enjoy it.

A was quite enthusiastic. Once inside the room, we sat on the edge of the bed. I held A's shoulders and looked at her. A shyly twisted her body, leaning closer to me, her eyes closed. I could hear her rapid breathing as her face drew near.

A's breath was very fresh, not the smell of toothpaste, but a natural, pleasant scent. I gently touched her lips with mine. When my lips moved away after the nth touch, A anxiously searched upwards. I mischievously asked, "What are you trying to do?" A blushed and tried to break free from my embrace. I held her tightly and pressed my tongue against her lips. When my tongue slid across her lips, A's resistance vanished instantly, and her lips parted.

I slid my tongue inside and outside A's slightly parted lips, slowly but comfortably. A seemed satisfied, remaining still, letting me tease her. Gradually, we began a deep kiss. A's breathing became more rapid, and she actively slipped her tongue into my mouth.

I picked A up to take a shower. Because I was eager to give her a massage, I only carefully washed her genitals and breasts. I quickly laid her naked on the bed, made her lie face down, and started massaging her from her neck.

A clearly enjoyed this kind of foreplay. When I massaged her buttocks, the scene I longed for reappeared. A's vulva was beautiful, with plenty of lubrication, which aroused me greatly. I penetrated her from behind, but this time we changed positions many times. I had A sit on the table in front of the mirror, leaning back, and I held her legs; I picked A up, reaching my arms under her legs to hold her buttocks from behind, lifting and thrusting; A lay on her side, her left leg raised to my shoulder, and I knelt on her right leg—this position allowed me to penetrate her very deeply and tightly. And so on.

We tried many different positions before I ejaculated. A's moans indicated that she had orgasmed more than once. I gave her a bath, and we cuddled and slept for a while. When she woke up, I couldn't resist giving her a blowjob until she realized it was almost time for class and hurriedly got dressed and left.

We met again a week later, and this time A had some health problems.

Last time I gave A her tuition, and she seemed very grateful, although she didn't say it. I could tell from her eyes that A wasn't the kind of girl who was very sweet-talking. This time, when I called her, she came very readily.

As soon as we entered the room, A hugged me, and we kissed gently, like a couple who had been together for a long time, very relaxed and at ease.

We quickly went to shower together. When I picked her up, I took a moment to touch between her legs; it was dry. A flinched, but I didn't pay attention and started washing her. When I wanted to give her a blowjob, A said her lower body hurt. I asked her to spread her legs and I looked closely. Her vulva and clitoris were flushed, but nothing else seemed wrong. I told her it was just a minor heat rash, nothing serious. So I rinsed her genitals with the showerhead, not daring to wash with my hands.

We got into bed.

When we were both aroused and I was about to penetrate her, A, like a virgin, recoiled at the slightest touch, tears streaming down her face. I realized the problem might be a bit serious.

A said that after our last meeting, she felt a slight itch down there while sleeping, thinking it was an infection, so she bought amoxicillin and took it. But after a week, it hadn't gotten better; in fact, it was getting worse.

I immediately understood; I had read online before that a slight itch was just from not washing after oral sex, causing irritation from bodily fluids. As a result, A's large dose of antibiotics had triggered a fungal infection.

A asked me, her voice trembling with tears, what to do, thinking it was very serious. I quickly explained in detail to her before she believed that some topical medication would help quickly.

A's shoulders were still twitching, and I felt both cute and pitiful, so I lay down and held her in my arms, gently kissing her eyes, forehead, cheeks, and lips.

A gradually calmed down. At this moment, my penis had grown larger, and A's emotions became excited. We kissed deeply. A actively stroked my penis with her hand; it was hard and erect, throbbing slightly from time to time. A was curious and leaned down to watch and play with it. Slowly, A hesitated, then smelled it, looking up at me questioningly. I smiled and nodded. A carefully licked the edge of my penis with the tip of her tongue. The pleasure made my body shudder. A gave me a mischievous smile. My excitement encouraged her, and she licked it a few more times, then slowly opened her mouth wide and took it in. After taking it in, she didn't know what to do, looking up at me with her eyes, asking for my guidance to move it up and down. A obediently began to move it up and down.

A's oral skills were really not good; her teeth kept bumping against me, hurting me. Whenever she saw I was in pain, she apologized and then tried to cover her teeth with her lips, but they would soon be exposed again. Later, I patted her head and told her that she didn't have to give me oral sex. She glanced at me shyly and began to focus on stroking me with her hands.

After some guidance, A's technique improved significantly, and she basically grasped the essentials. However, when her left hand got tired, she switched to her right, repeating this several times before finally ejaculating. A didn't seem to mind the semen at all, and during the ejaculation, she kept increasing the speed of her movements until I held her arm down.

The semen sprayed all over A's hand, and she wore a satisfied smile, carefully washing me several times with a hot towel. I rinsed off, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

After we broke up, I checked online and concluded that A had likely developed a yeast infection due to antibiotics. I quickly went to the pharmacy and bought Daktarin and suppositories, delivering them to A's school that evening.

The next evening, I called A, and she said the pain and itching had subsided. I told her to continue using the medication for seven days.

A week later, A said there were no problems at all. Still unconvinced, I arranged to meet her to check on her personally.

Upon meeting, I gently undressed her without letting her shower and examined her carefully.

Everything returned to its former beauty, without any unpleasant odor. We couldn't resist becoming intimate. I noticed that when A secreted vaginal fluid, it was still colorless and transparent.

Our relationship entered a stable period.

Sometimes we would have a meal together, and twice we even went to the park together. This continued until A graduated.

A failed her postgraduate entrance exam and signed a job with a state-owned enterprise in another city.

The last time we met, neither of us realized it would be our last. That day, I bought her a USB flash drive with an MP3 player from Xinhengji. We had a meal together as usual, and then became intimate.

Then I went on a long business trip. When A left, she called to tell me that her SIM card was about to expire and that she would contact me again after getting a local SIM card at her workplace.

A year passed, and A didn't contact me.

I knew where she worked, but I didn't look for her because I thought she might need to start a new life. It might be better for her to keep our story as a beautiful or not-so-beautiful memory buried in her heart.

A year later, in the autumn, I was visiting a colleague when A called me, asking why I had been so good to her. Because it was inconvenient to talk, I didn't answer. I told her to call again another day.

We talked on the phone for about a month afterward. She kept asking when I could visit her, and I said I needed to wait for a business trip.

A also mentioned wanting to buy a computer but was short 6000 yuan. I said I had just moved to a bigger house and didn't have the money on hand, but I'd talk about it at the end of the year after I received my annual salary.

At the end of the year, I called her cell phone, but it was off. I called many times over the next few months, but it was still off.

I think A probably has a new life she wants now, and we haven't contacted each other since.

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