[The You Across From Me]

【The One Across From Me】

Life is full of helplessness. Some encounters in life are destined for future separation. But those

brief meetings become lifelong memories…

Some say that people who spend all their time online are the loneliest, because they only go online when no one is around.

July in Jiangxi is no less scorching than those so-called "furnaces." Lying alone in bed, listening to the roar of the air conditioner, I became increasingly

irritable. Damn, I really wanted to find a girl to relieve my pent-up frustration, but where could I find one in the middle of the night? Unable to sleep because of the noise

, I checked my phone. It was only midnight. Reluctantly, I got up. Sigh, I'll just check out my beloved June.

I opened June, went to the selfie section, and aimlessly scrolled through photos I'd seen countless times. It seemed I still wouldn't find any "surprises"

tonight Yawning, I randomly clicked on a post titled "Selfie—Finding

the You Across From Me." My eyes lit up. A tall figure appeared before me. She stood on a sofa, wearing a

green lingerie set, a blue scarf around her neck, the scarf dangling past her full breasts. The second

photo was slightly blurry; the scarf was in her hand, and without it, her full breasts were visible through her bra

. The third photo was blurry, which disappointed me. The fourth was a back view; she was kneeling on the sofa,

her back displaying a perfect curve.

What a beautiful selfie! I took a deep breath. Although I didn't see any exposed nipples, the veiled image had already

set me aroused. Was this real? As the moderator, I couldn't wait to send a request to the post's author, "The You Across From Me

," to verify the authenticity of the photos. I also sent her my MSN number. Was she online? I

felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

About ten minutes later, a request to accept appeared on my MSN, which I immediately granted.

"The picture is real!" a message popped up. So her name was Baihe! "Oh? Can you prove it?"

I suppressed my excitement and replied calmly.

"How can I prove it?"

"Do you have a video? Show me in the video." I quickly typed a message, watching the screen expectantly

. No reply. Ten minutes passed, and the screen remained silent. My excitement gradually subsided.

Perhaps it was all fake.

I sighed, and suddenly a message popped up on the screen. "Are you lonely?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, never mind, I know you don't want to answer."

"Everyone is born a complete individual, and from that perspective, everyone is lonely

."

"Heh, you know that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Although a person is an individual, you have parents, you have relatives, and all of these together make a complete

person, so saying that people are lonely is wrong."

"Heh, interesting. I know you want to ask about feelings. I used to feel lonely too. Just half

an hour ago, I was still lonely, but now, I don't feel lonely."

"Some people say that people who stay up late online are pitiful. Is that true?"

"Yes, but if you meet someone equally pitiful, then maybe you're lucky."

There was another moment of silence on the other end, and finally another message came: "I don't have a video."

I sighed. "Then there's no way to prove it."

"Maybe...maybe we can meet." A message exploded like a bomb, making me dizzy. I looked

closely , and the message was real.

I quickly opened the IP lookup software; she was in Hunan. I sighed in disappointment, "We're not even

together , it's hard to meet."

"Then let's verify the photos later." And so, our first chat ended. I

saw Lily again a few days later, late at night. She sent me a few more photos, but didn't

post them on the forum. She still had that full, tall figure, her perfect curves inspiring endless imagination. I

was convinced it was her.

From her words, I sensed she was a cheerful girl, but also very proud. Because of her pride, she had

few friends. She had a boyfriend in college, but her personality led to their breakup, so

many boys were hesitant to pursue her afterward, leaving her feeling lonely sometimes. For the next two weeks,

chatting with her late at night became a must. My humor and patience made her happy. After so

many years , I knew how to make a proud girl happy.

On the phone, I could go half an hour without saying a word, just listening to her troubles. Occasionally, I

would offer advice on social interactions, sharing my experiences.

Finally, one day, she told me she wanted to see me.

At dusk, I met her at the station. Just like in the photos, she was voluptuous and tall. Although I

was mentally prepared, her beauty still stunned me. Our meeting was natural, like

old friends, without a trace of awkwardness. I naturally took her hand and led her away from the station.

The summer night was hot, but also romantic. I walked with her along the path, telling her about the city's

history. She seemed very excited, skipping along the way. Her full breasts occasionally brushed against my arm, and beads of sweat appeared on her beautiful

face . I gently wiped them away, and she looked at me with a blush, her eyes filled with tenderness.

At that moment, there was no arrogance, only tenderness…

Finally, evening arrived. I booked a standard room, put my arm around her waist, and led her into the room. The air conditioning brought a touch of coolness to

the summer heat . She said she was sweating and wanted to take a shower. I said I would go out and buy some snacks so

she wouldn't go hungry that night. My thoughtfulness made her very happy. I entered the room again. The lights were dim. She sat on the bed, wrapped in

a towel , her long, wet hair draped over her shoulders. Her slender legs looked even more alluring in the light. She

looked at me bravely yet tenderly, her eyes filled with a tenderness that could melt my heart. We gazed at each other.

"Didn't you want to verify?" She untied the towel. My God, what a beautiful body!

She was so confident in her body. My infatuation made her smile happily. I put down what I was holding, and

my trembling hands touched her breasts. Firm, full—these two words swirled in my mind. As I continued

to caress her, her breathing gradually became rapid, and occasionally a moan escaped her red lips. Her skin was truly...

Her skin was very smooth, and my hand gradually slid down her curves. She bit her red lips, and her body trembled slightly as she stood. When

my hand slid over her lower abdomen, her breathing became more rapid. Facing her flawless body was like facing

a beautiful work of art.

As I held her, our lips met tightly. Her tongue was smooth and sweet.

Gradually , I became frantic, and she responded just as frantically. Our tongues intertwined. I pressed her

down, kneading her breasts and caressing her entire body. She seemed oblivious, tearing at

the few , yearning for unhindered intimacy. I struggled to leave her body,

quickly stripping off my clothes. As I undressed, her dazed eyes remained fixed on me. When I removed my last

piece of clothing , my already erect penis eagerly sprang out, pressing against her soft body once more. I

could no longer control my desire, thrusting directly into her already wet vagina. Tight, warm—

those were the only words in my mind the moment I entered. She seemed very excited, holding me tightly, her red lips

kissing . At that moment, I didn't think about controlling my speed; I only knew to thrust and thrust. At that moment,

the world consisted only of this simple action. She writhed beneath me, matching my movements, her moans

growing louder until finally, I reached the peak of pleasure, ejaculating inside her without restraint.

Lying on top of her, panting, her face flushed, her body still trembling slightly, her legs

opening and closing, rubbing against me. I felt a pang of guilt; I knew my earlier frenzy had made me lose

control of the rhythm, failing to fully satisfy her. I kissed her lips apologetically, and she smiled at me, seemingly knowing

what I was thinking, gently responding to my kiss. At that moment, I knew her heart was with mine.

We went to the bathroom, washed away the sweat, and embraced on the bed. She leaned on my shoulder, her arms around

my waist, her beautiful eyes gently closed. I stroked her long hair and asked, "Have you found

the person across from you?"

"In reality, no one dares to get too close to me, so I could only search online. Luckily,

I found you." She looked up at me. "Perhaps, this is our only chance to meet."

"Why?" I asked her, a little excited. "People can't live entirely online.

During the time we've known each other, you've taught me a lot, and I've thought about changing my personality. I

'll ." She paused for a moment. "I won't see you again after I go back. I don't want you

to live with me forever."

I didn't speak. I had no right to change her mind. Although I liked her very much, everyone has

their own way of life, and others have no right to interfere. Perhaps I should also leave the internet and find my own

real life.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of our calm breathing. "Today, I am yours. I want to leave myself with

a beautiful memory. Can you give me one?" she said softly.

I held her tightly, saying, "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you." She was deeply moved, as if she had made up

her mind. Her soft body slid down gently until she reached my penis, and she suddenly took it into her mouth.

Her technique was clumsy, but she tried her best. When my penis stood erect, she looked up and smiled

at me, saying, "This is my first time." I tried to sit up, but she held me down. "Let me do it this time. This is also

my first time taking the initiative." I lay back down, looking at her. She spread her legs and straddled me, her warm hands holding

my penis. As my penis slowly entered her body, I could clearly feel the muscles inside her

vagina trembling, until my glans touched a warm and soft body. She

moaned softly, sat up, and gathered her long, loose hair behind her ear. With her movement, her full

breasts trembled. She smiled shyly at me and began her clumsy but earnest movements. I lay on

the bed , quietly enjoying her tenderness. Finally, the warmth within her body took control again, and I could no longer suppress my

passion. I let out a low growl, rolled over, and sat up, tightly embracing her. My hips thrust in and

out of her vagina, my penis moving in and out repeatedly. The room was filled with lewd sounds—the sounds of our intercourse. She was

very tall; with just a slight tilt of my head, I could take her breasts into my mouth. Her nipples moved

in and out , the scent of her breasts stimulating my penis to become even harder. She was also in the mood, her slender fingers gripping

the muscles on my back tightly, her nipples becoming more and more erect. Finally, with a soft moan, her whole body went limp, and she

could only passively let me hold her. With each of my movements, she groaned, having already climaxed once.

My penis was still erect. I pressed her down, reached out and kneaded her breasts, and launched another assault

until she was completely satisfied, only then releasing my second ejaculation of the day with satisfaction.

That night, we made love four times. The impending separation at dawn drove me increasingly frantic, and

so did she. The third time, she even clumsily used oral sex to make me ejaculate, and I reciprocated with oral sex, bringing her to

orgasm once more. After the last time, we both fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I was alone in the room; she was gone. I left the room, went home, turned on

my computer, and logged onto June. For the last time, I used my moderator privileges to delete the photos that should have been featured,

because I didn't want more people to see her body, and because I knew she wouldn't come back…

After doing all this, I submitted my resignation. Perhaps this was my last time on June.

Some say separation is for future reunions, but will I ever see her again? Regardless, I will never forget

that beautiful body, that wonderful night. Gazing at the night sky, I can only silently wish her well, wishing she

finds .

Closing my computer, I silently murmured her name one last time in my heart—Lily Leaf!

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