My one-night stand with a female friend from Shijiazhuang

Back then, I was just an ordinary college student studying at a university in Shijiazhuang. However, even

someone as ordinary as me, in today's society, had an unusual sexual experience.

To this day , this experience remains my only cherished memory, forever and ever

…

It was the winter of 2002, and I was listlessly continuing my life on campus. I had

many friends; they were the only bright spots in my boring life, bringing me some joy.

My greatest hobby was chatting and drinking with them. (Of course, a large

portion were women, otherwise my story wouldn't have happened).

One day, she (let's call her Z) knew I was feeling down about school life,

so chat. We talked for a long afternoon, practically exploring the entire campus.

It was autumn, a bit chilly, and the sky was beginning to darken. Seeing that it was getting late, we finally decided to have

dinner together.

"Let's have a couple of drinks together. We've known each other for so long, but we've never really had a proper drink

together . It's a bit of a shame." I thought back carefully. I've known her for two years now, and we

do have a pretty good relationship, but as she said, we really need to have a deep conversation over drinks. After all, alcohol is the best way to break down inhibitions and build

trust .

"Okay, but we have to drink to our hearts' content today, until we're drunk, okay?"

"Okay, it's a deal!"

There's a really good barbecue place near our school; it's halal, and the lamb skewers and lamb soup

are really authentic. We ended up choosing that place.

"Why are you always so kind and helpful? Sometimes I really feel like I owe you a lot of favors."

"There's no need for that. I've always considered you my friend, that's why I chat with you. You don't need

to feel indebted to me. Chatting with you is actually very helpful to me."

"You're still so kind, or perhaps 'personality' would be a more accurate description—how's your family doing lately?"

"What else could it be?" Her face seemed a little flushed, whether from the alcohol or from being too agitated, I couldn't tell.

"My mother is still suffering from depression. Maybe, for my parents themselves, marriage was

a mistake."

"No, but they still have you!"

"That's their greater failure. Even though their relationship isn't strong,

they have to maintain it because of my existence."

"Don't you think it's a disaster for them, and even for you? And something that can't be changed?"

"Indeed, they live with me every day, but their relationship is broken, so it causes

me a lot of pain."

“Actually, my pain is nothing compared to yours. Even though my family doesn’t understand me, the real pain comes from a

family without love.”

She remained silent, slowly sipping the last drop of wine from her glass.

I understood her meaning perfectly; her greatest pain was her family. Even though people can change everything and are

omnipotent , they can’t control their parents.

“Alcohol is a good thing,” she seemed to mutter to herself, “it can numb you, let you indulge, and forget a lot of pain.”

“But people always have to wake up. Things you can’t change, you either endure or distance yourself from. Now you’re

out working and living on your own, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I want to get away from my family. I envy you, and I think it will be very difficult for me to get married, even though I

have ### (her boyfriend’s name).”

“You’re afraid of marriage because of your own pain, especially afraid that your children might suffer the same pain as you , right

?”

“Yes,” she said softly, “Shall we go for a walk together again?”

“Great, I’d love to go with you. I have plenty of time lately.”

So we left the restaurant and continued our conversation as we strolled.

"Actually, the reason my family is so complete and has such a strong bond is probably because of my father. He's the foundation of our

family affection."

"My family is all because of my father, he..."

"Don't say anymore, I understand you. I think I'll definitely become a man like my father in the future. His

loyalty in relationships is something I can't help but admire."

"Unfortunately, I haven't found someone like your father in my life, which is a real pity." "Isn't he suitable?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I knew I had asked a very foolish question. She answered me with silence; the answer was self-evident—he

clearly wasn't suitable.

After a long while, she said, "I might be a little tipsy. Could you help me up?"

Because we'd gotten along so well for a long time, we'd long since forgotten

about , so there was no barrier between us. So I calmly and gently put my arm around her waist.

Even though it was winter, my hand could still feel the unique texture of her body, and

I could clearly feel her unique feminine fragrance through this close contact.

She didn't speak anymore, just walked slowly with me. After a while, we came to a bridge. The

bridge was brightly lit, but there were very few cars passing by because it was late. "Shall we rest for a bit?" she

said slowly. "Okay," for some reason, I had a strange feeling today, so my words weren't

as fluent as usual, "As long as, you, like it." "..." But I noticed that her

eyes were already filled with tears, and now those tears were sliding down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" I

panicked a little, because this was the first time I had seen her cry. In my memory, she had always been very strong. "What's

wrong?"

She didn't answer me, but just buried her head on my shoulder and continued to cry.

At this moment, perhaps words were meaningless, so I used my handkerchief to wipe away her tears and

stopped talking. "What? Did I scare you?" When she became aware of my presence again, she knew she had been crying

for a long time. "No, I just wanted to see if I could comfort you since you're upset. I could only let you be

. Maybe you'll feel better after you've cried it out." "It's nothing," she said, taking the handkerchief from my hand and wiping her face.

The remaining tears were probably from her disappointment in love. "Don't worry, no matter what, as long as

I'm alive, I'll always be there to offer you a shoulder to cry on. Please don't cry anymore, okay?"

Perhaps I said something wrong, or perhaps I touched a sensitive nerve, because her tears started falling again.

But this time, she didn't lean on my shoulder; instead, she silently gazed at me.

A strange thought suddenly arose in my mind: she was a woman, and women are

fragile .

A nameless pity welled up within me, and I unconsciously embraced her. Her hair

was disheveled, so I gently smoothed it with one hand. But when my hand touched her face,

it lingered there, unwilling to leave.

Then, something unforgettable happened, something incredible: I lightly kissed

her forehead.

I suddenly said, "May I kiss you?"

Her rapid breathing gave me the best answer, or perhaps my consciousness was beginning to be dominated by turbulent emotions.

We kissed, lips to lips! This time it was exceptionally intense… Perhaps I had

liked her for a long time, but I didn't even realize it myself.

My left hand supported her neck, letting her lean against me, and then gently

moved that hand over her smooth neck.

My lips and tongue continued their caresses on her cheeks and earlobes after a deep kiss.

I no longer considered her just a friend; she was to be my lover, and from today onward, I would

make love to her.

My right hand moved down from her waist to her full buttocks, my fingers spread wide, kneading her vigorously.

Her breathing became more rapid, and soft "mmm…mmm…mmm…oh

…" sounds began to escape her nose, further stimulating my already rising desire. I felt my manhood begin to stand erect.

I became bolder, lifting her up and placing her on the bridge railing so that her body had something to hold onto

to prevent her from falling, while my hands were freed to more flexibly attack her yearning body.

I pulled her close again, pressing our bodies

together , her breasts rising and falling against my chest with her rapid breathing, rubbing against my skin. I

freed my left hand from her embrace and began unbuttoning her coat, then suddenly lifted her

blouse . Her full breasts, though still covered by her bra, were intoxicating. "No…no

…like this…" she instinctively cried out in shyness and rejection.

But I knew our passion had reached a breaking point, and besides, she wanted it. Ignoring

her resistance, I yanked down her bra, her breasts immediately exposed. But I couldn't afford to

admire them; instead, I pressed my lips to her right nipple, my left hand caressing it

tenderly . "Oh…oh…no…oh…no…" she

tried to push me away, her hands weakened by the caresses, but how could she! I ignored her, intensifying the

assault . "Oh...ah...ah ah...no...no...!" She began

to be enveloped in pleasure, becoming increasingly confused and frantic. "Ah...ah...no...! No

...don't...stop! Oh...ah...ah...so good...so...so

..." Not only was her mind becoming hazy, but her body also became much more active,

swaying to meet my caresses.

Of course, I wouldn't let her down. I held her tighter with my right hand while moving my left hand to her waist,

gently untying her belt. "Hurry...! I...can't...take...it...anymore...!" She

probably sensed my movement in her dazed state. "I...I...want...want..." I

couldn't delay any longer!

I pulled her pants and bra down to her knees. Wow, her vulva was already incredibly wet.

I reached in and inserted my middle and index fingers into her vagina. Her vagina was so tight, and

it contracted sharply upon feeling my fingers, almost clamping them down, making even thrusting difficult.

I was overjoyed; we were going to feel so good soon! "Oh... ah... ah... ah

...!!! Faster...! I... I... want... want... want

... want...!" She cried out loudly. It seemed she was very sensitive and wanton when it came to sex

.

I suddenly had a mischievous urge. I stopped kissing her breasts and whispered in her ear, "

What do you want? How can I give it to you if you don't tell me?" "Fuck...fuck...I...faster...faster

...!" "Fuck you where?" I deliberately delayed. "With what? I'm not very good at it!" "Oh......

with your...ah...ah...cock...fuck...fuck...oh...

oh...my...little...slut...ah...oh...come on..." I didn't need

to say anything more. All I needed to do now was unbuckle my belt and insert my already

ravenous penis into her. I aimed my glans at her vaginal opening, gently rubbed it, and then slowly

inserted it. God, a wave of pleasure shot from my genitals straight to my brain...

I started thrusting into her with all my might, the pleasure overwhelming my consciousness...

We finally became one, even though it was only once, I will remember this moment forever. I loved her,

but we weren't meant to be. Six months later, we broke up because of her work. Fate is cruel, so cruel

!

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