My love story with her

Everyone says men are fickle and lustful, but for me, I was serious and devoted to every woman. I will

remember every relationship with her, cherishing them as the most precious things, and keeping them deep in my heart…

(I) Lingling

Lingling was my playmate in elementary school. We always played and joked together after class. At that time, our

feelings were just those of ordinary friends of the opposite sex. Besides, we were still young. Although we had mutual feelings, neither of us could say

it was love…

In fifth grade, one day, I remember the sky was overcast. Lingling asked someone to tell me:

“You like me.” When I heard that, my mind went blank.

I looked back at her sitting at the back of the classroom. When she saw me looking at her, she immediately lowered her head. I noticed that her

face was red.

“How about it? She’s waiting for news!” the girl urged.

“I…” I really didn’t know what to say. I felt my face was very hot.

“What?! Say it!!”

“I don’t know!!!” I finally blurted out, but that was all I could say.

"Hmph! Fine, don't know!" The girl huffed and puffed as she walked over to Lingling,

whispering something in her ear.

I didn't dare turn around to see Lingling's reaction; I felt she must be very disappointed and angry… and

indeed she was. From then on, we lost contact. Although we were in the same class, we

seemed to treat each other like strangers. I didn't dare look at her, nor did I dare face her again. I felt I had wronged her.

In junior high, we were still in the same class. In high school, we went to the same school, but in our daily school life, we seemed to be

deliberately avoiding each other. Even on the school bus home, we were always one in front and one behind.

Sometimes, I would ask myself: Do I really like her? Why have we become

like ? Since that day, I've never seen that carefree, happy smile we

used to have when we played together. I loved seeing her smile, but that was gone forever…

Our youth, our shyness, our ignorance led to this relationship. But as

time went by, and as my guilt and regret grew, I slowly realized that I really did like her. But

why couldn't I say it...?

Many times, I wanted to go to her and tell her what was in my heart. But seeing the look in her eyes, I hesitated

. She hated me, I thought. Perhaps our innocence, our childhood friendship, was gone from that day

. Perhaps, in her heart, I had already died after that "I don't know."

Until that day...

Christmas 2003. Our class and Lingling's class were going to have a joint celebration, going out together to play and celebrate Christmas.

It just so happened that several classmates had birthdays that day, and unexpectedly

, Lingling's was one of them. At that moment, I suddenly realized that I had never known when her birthday was, and I had never

wished a happy birthday. From that day on, her life was completely cut off from mine.

After class that day, the two classes, led by their class leaders, went out to eat. I had some

things to do, so I asked for the location and planned to go later.

After finishing my work, I hurriedly packed my bag and ran out of the classroom. When I reached the school gate, I

saw Lingling also just walking out with her bag. I hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered the courage to catch up with her.

"Wang Lingling!" I called out, my voice trembling. I wondered

if . She turned around, her face showing surprise at first, then her expression turned cold as she said, "Oh, you just

left too."

"Yeah, something came up in class. What about you?" After so many years, speaking to her again, my heart raced, my

breath caught in my throat, and I took deep breaths when she wasn't looking at me.

"Yeah, I went to the administration office to see a teacher about some things." Her expression remained unchanged.

"Then... let's go together. Everyone should be here by now." No matter how nervous or

incoherent I was, I managed to say it.

"Yeah, if you're going, let's go together." She replied.

We walked silently the whole way, like two strangers, deliberately keeping our distance.

When our shoulders brushed against each other in crowded, narrow places, we immediately parted. That silence was oppressive. Finally, we arrived at

the agreed- restaurant. In a way, it was a relief for me. I don't even know how I got to that part of the road

.

At the same time, I felt useless; why couldn't I talk to her?

I went inside, and wow! Everyone was already sitting down, chattering away, and dishes were gradually being placed on the table.

There were only two seats left, next to each other. Lingling went straight over and sat down in one of them.

I was stunned.

Just then, a few of my good buddies from class shouted, "Wei-ge, what are you doing?! Do we have to invite you to sit down?

You're late and you're still putting on airs! Haha!"

"Make him drink three cups! Make him drink three cups!" some people joined in the commotion.

"I'm fine! What three cups! I don't drink alcohol, are you going to make me walk out sideways?" I said,

sitting down next to her. I stole a glance at her and noticed a slight smile on her face.

The meal officially began! Everyone was lively and discussing where to go after eating. Drinking a little is inevitable, but I

really can't drink. One glass and my face turns as red as a monkey's bottom...

Then someone egged me on: "Hey! Look at Wei Ge, how much has he secretly drunk? We're not stopping you from drinking,

why are you sneaking drinks?!" More laughter erupted.

The girls in my class took turns raising their glasses to toast me, how could I possibly handle that?

"No! Sisters, dear sisters! I really can't, let's all have a drink together..." After

much pleading, I had a drink with all the girls in my class.

Next up were the girls from Lingling's class. It's embarrassing to admit, but three drinks is my limit...

but after that, I poured myself another. I said to Lingling next to me, "Wang Ling, today is your birthday,

happy birthday!" She paused for a moment, then smiled, clinked glasses with me, and we downed them both in one gulp

.

"What?! It's your birthday, why are you drinking with such a pretty girl?"

"Oh..." More teasing ensued.

"Look! Wei Ge's face is so red!" "Just drink with a beautiful woman, what are you shy about!"

I looked up and saw Liu Xi, the prettiest girl in our class. She was the school's big sister, and I'd heard her

boyfriend had good ties with some local thugs—the kind of people who supposedly protect the school. I

'd never had a good impression of her; she was the kind of person who was always showing off, so I didn't pay her any attention.

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, while everyone was chatting amongst themselves, I said to Wang Lingling next to me, "Lingling,

I'm sorry ."

"What did you say?" she said. "Will you still consider me a friend?"

"..."

"I...I like you..." I finally blurted it out. "...What's the point of saying it now? Don't say that

..." she replied. But she didn't look at me.

I saw her chest heaving, her breathing rapid.

I felt she was angry, very angry.

After that, we didn't say anything more and just ate in silence. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, we were heading to

the karaoke bar we'd planned to visit. Suddenly, Lingling told everyone she was tired and didn't want to go anymore, saying she had to go home first.

I looked at her; her face was flushed, and she seemed a little drunk. Everyone was a little disappointed: "It's

no fun if the birthday person doesn't go! Going back so early!" "Should I take you home?" "Haha," those rascals

were teasing her again.

"No need, I already told Li Wei, he doesn't want to go either, he can come back with me." Lingling said

calmly .

I stared at her blankly, but she didn't look at me. My mind was blank at that moment, I only knew that my

heart was beating strongly, that beating made me feel like my heart had come back to life.

Lingling and I parted ways with everyone at the entrance of the restaurant. We walked side by side, and I felt that

the distance had suddenly closed. Another long, awkward silence followed, an awkwardness that almost suffocated me.

"Are you... still angry with me?" I finally broke the silence.

"No, actually I'm not angry with you. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that I'm embarrassed to talk to you."

I was stunned for a moment, and before I could speak, Lingling continued: "Do you know why I

left ?"

"Didn't you say you were going to the administration office to do some things?" "I said.

"Yes, I went to the academic affairs office to complete my departure procedures. I'm moving; I'm transferring schools next week."

"Where are you moving to?" I asked hurriedly.

"Guangdong."

"That's so far! Then...then will we ever see each other again?" I realized that we were about to be separated,

not just geographically.

"I don't know..." she said, looking down.

After that, we fell silent again. We walked side by side, each lost in our own thoughts. I

wished the street we were walking on could stretch on forever. I wished I could walk with her forever. When we reached a park

, we seemed to want to stay with each other a little longer, and we glanced at each other simultaneously. For

a moment, our eyes met, and then we looked away.

"How about we sit there for a while? We don't have anything else to do anyway, and it's still early to go back..." I suggested

, but I didn't expect her to agree.

"Okay." To my surprise, Lingling answered very readily.

We sat down on a double bench under a tree. I was so nervous I didn't know what to do. Lingling

was fiddling with her backpack strap. I looked at her profile and realized I hadn't looked at

her this closely in a long time. She had long, smooth, black hair, and a strand tucked behind her ear captivated me. Then she

looked up at me. This time I didn't look away; I looked into her eyes, and she didn't look away either. Her large

, dark eyes seemed to draw me in, and I couldn't look away.

"Wang Ling, I like you, I really like you," I said sincerely without hesitation.

I saw her eyes instantly redden, and tears slowly welled up. I hugged her tightly,

my nose filled with the scent of her hair, and I felt her intermittent sobs against my chest. My fingers gently stroked

her long hair, and I said softly, "It's okay, it's okay, don't cry. Your eyes will get swollen."

"Idiot!" She straightened up, tidied her hair, and wiped away the tears from her eyes. "Let's

go home "

"I want to stay with you a little longer..." I hesitated.

"Let's go together. Nobody's home. Come sit at my place for a while," she stood up.

Her house?! I've never been to her house before. What would it be like? I was about to go to

the room where she slept every day, to her belongings, her bed... What was I thinking! But my mind was definitely racing.

I seemed to smell the faint fragrance emanating from her room, just like the fragrance emanating from her.

"Don't just stand there, come in," she called. I snapped out of my reverie. We were already at

her doorstep. I stood there dumbfounded, looking at her leaning against the door, smiling gently at me. She

waved to me, and it was as if my soul had been summoned by her; my body moved towards her involuntarily.

"This is my room, hehe, not bad, right?" Her voice rang in my ears. I don't know

how got in, nor do I remember what her living room looked like; I just wandered aimlessly into her

bedroom.

"Sit down, I'll get you some water," she said, pointing to her bed. Watching her retreating figure, I felt my

heart pounding. I couldn't describe what I was thinking, but deep within my soul, another self

seemed to be struggling and screaming, telling me not to overthink, not to overthink…

"Here!" She reached out and handed me the water glass. I took it, but didn't drink, just idly

fiddling with it in my hand. I smelled a delicate fragrance, turned around, and saw that she had sat down beside me. She was looking down,

fiddling with her fingers, lost in thought. Would I never see her again? This might be our last

chance to sit so close together… I was heartbroken. What about her? I desperately tried to remember every

moment we spent together, to etch her into my memory, not wanting time to fade her image.

"Maybe…maybe this is the last…we'll be together?" I stammered. "I…

I really like you…I think…I won't forget…the time we spent together…really."

She kept her head down. I put down my water glass and reached out to take her hand. I noticed my palms were sweaty, and

so were hers! "Lingling, look at me, okay? I want to look at you properly, look into your eyes, so you

can see my true feelings."

She raised her head, and our eyes were locked. I looked into her large,

watery eyes, as if they were about to overflow. Perhaps, those were tears welling up in her eyes. We just

looked at each other like that. Gradually, I noticed we were getting closer, closer and closer. Her eyes closed, as if

waiting for something to happen. My heart was about to jump out of my throat. I felt so hot; Lingling's face

was flushed, and I think mine was too.

Her mouth gradually enlarged before my eyes, and we could clearly feel each other's warm breath. Her mouth

disappeared from my sight, and all my senses went blank—except for the soft, warm feeling on my lips. My

hands hung stiffly at my sides, not knowing where to go. I gently kissed her lips, slowly

opened my mouth, and savored her taste with my tongue. Suddenly, I noticed Lingling had opened her mouth too,

offering her fragrant tongue. Our tongues quickly intertwined, greedily sucking and occupying

every inch of each other's mouths. My hands, without my noticing, were now around her back, caressing her haphazardly. She

was so slender; holding her in my arms felt wonderful. Her waist was so delicate, making me feel like I possessed everything about her, that I

was her world…

After a long while, our lips parted. Our lips were glistening, exchanging each other's breath. I looked at Lingling's rapidly

rising and falling chest, and once I did, my gaze couldn't leave her. Thinking about the lingering sensation in my mouth and

the softness of Lingling's full breasts pressing against mine, I felt a certain part of my body react.

"Where are you looking!" Lingling said, turning her head away shyly.

"No...I didn't see..." I stammered guiltily, like I'd stolen something. "That was...my

first time..."

"Idiot! Who isn't a virgin?!" Lingling rolled her eyes at me.

Her expression stunned me. When I came to my senses, our lips were together again. This time,

the feeling was even stronger; it felt like we were about to devour each other. My hands were already on her breasts,

a feeling I'd never experienced before. They were so soft, so comfortable. Lingling's hands were

on , but she didn't pull them away. My hands kneaded, touched, and pinched her breasts, playing with them to my heart's content.

I molded her two mounds into various shapes; I even wanted to squeeze them out.

Through her clothes, I noticed her two nipples gradually hardening. Lingling seemed to have

reached her limit . We quickly took off each other's clothes, and soon our upper bodies were naked. Her

body was so white! Her breasts were perfectly shaped and beautiful. Two

cherry incredibly beautiful.

I lowered my head and took one into my mouth. Lingling let out a soft "ah," her body

trembling uncontrollably, very sensitive. My tongue licked incessantly, my lips sucked forcefully, my teeth gently bit, while my hand

squeezed and kneaded the other nipple. Lingling's soft moans gradually became more rapid with my teasing,

turning into groans. Her two testicles became even more erect and hard.

It wasn't just Lingling's pink, jade-like nipples that were hard, but also my little brother... My hand began to

move downwards, slipping inside her pants, probing between her most private thighs. My hand touched

soft , curly hair, her black forest, hehe, I never dreamed I would have the chance to touch

there. Further down, I touched a small clitoris, and discovered that Lingling's lower area was already wet.

As soon as I touched her there, Lingling gasped softly and clamped her legs tightly around my hand.

"Ah, where are you touching!" "She said breathlessly.

"You're squeezing me so tightly, I can't even pull out and stop touching you," I said

, looking up at her with a smile. Only then did Lingling realize that my hand, which was inside her panties, was being tightly squeezed between her thighs. Her face flushed, and she

slowly loosened her legs. Just as she released her legs, my middle finger slid in, lubricated by

the . Lingling let out another soft gasp. Then I felt her vaginal walls tightly gripping my

finger, constantly wriggling and sucking it in. My finger felt so warm and wet inside. At this moment, I began

to rotate my middle finger, gently touching her inner walls. They were so soft, with some folds.

What would it feel like if my penis went inside? It would be incredibly pleasurable! My penis was already painfully hard. As I

touched and thought this, I felt a warm current flowing towards my finger from inside Lingling. I realized my

hand was already wet and glistening. I… I really couldn't take it anymore!

"Lingling, I can't take it anymore... I want..." I said, my face burning, "Can you kiss my little brother...?"

Lingling's face was also flushed, like a peach blossom, and her breathing became even more rapid. "Hmm... first... first

take your hand out..."

I didn't expect her to agree so readily! I quickly took my hand out of her underwear and helped her

up. Lingling's body was limp at this moment, as if she had no bones.

I pulled down my pants as fast as I could, and my little brother stood proudly in front of her.

She glanced at it and didn't dare to look again, her eyes deliberately avoiding it, but I knew she still

wanted to look , because I saw her stealing glances. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my little brother. She flinched slightly

, then grabbed it.

"Ah..." We both groaned at the same time. I groaned because my little brother was so hard that I couldn't stand it anymore, and

it felt especially good under her soft little hand.

"So... hot... and so hard..." Lingling said after "Ah".

"Yes, it hurts so much, please help me..." I pleaded.

Lingling boldly looked down at the penis in her hand, slowly stroking it a few times, observing it curiously.

A clear liquid secreted from the tip of my glans, and Lingling wiped it away with her other hand.

This made me tremble involuntarily with pleasure.

"Lingling...use your mouth...okay?"

Lingling first lowered her head shyly, then looked closely at my penis, and slowly opened her mouth...

She took my penis into her mouth… The feeling was so pleasurable I wanted to cry. I felt like I was about to

collapse . I could feel the subtle movements of Lingling's tongue around my glans,

as if she were tasting a lollipop. When she took my penis into her mouth, her tongue curled slightly, moving

up and down , giving me unprecedented pleasure. I felt like I was going to ejaculate if this continued.

“Lingling… I… want it,”

Lingling spat my penis out of her mouth, breathing heavily. My penis was glistening

, trembling as I felt the warm breath coming from her mouth. I helped her sit up on the bed. We

looked at each other, then frantically began to undress. Soon we were both lying naked

on the bed …

Lingling lay flat on the bed, her legs open, her head turned to the side, afraid to look. I knelt between her legs,

one hand holding Lingling's snow-white thigh, the other grasping my swollen penis and bringing it closer to Lingling's vulva. I rubbed my

glans against the entrance of her vagina, which was still wet. Soon, my glans was wet and

slippery, making the rubbing feel very comfortable.

"I...I'm going in..." I

said .

"Hmm..." she replied softly, "Wait...wait...be slow...be gentle..."

With Lingling's permission, I began to slowly push my penis into her vagina! Although there was

lubrication from her vaginal fluid, the speed of penetration was still slow, and it took a while for only the glans to go in, but it felt incredibly good.

Lingling's vagina contracted and writhed with my thrusts, like a small mouth biting my glans.

After a while, I felt that her vagina seemed to have adapted, and the resistance to penetration was not so great.

"How does it feel? Does it hurt?" I asked with concern.

"Hmm...it's okay...no...it's alright..." she encouraged me.

Hearing this gave me even more motivation. I grabbed Lingling's slender waist with both hands and thrust downwards with force, and my entire

penis went in.

"Ah!" Lingling cried out, gripping my wrists tightly with both hands, her legs clamping around me,

her whole body stiff, her head tilted back.

At the moment of penetration, my glans felt itself pierce a barrier—her hymen. I looked down and saw

a few drops of blood slowly flowing from where Lingling and I were joined. Seeing Lingling like this, I dared not

move. I leaned down and embraced her, her arms tightly wrapped around me. I gently comforted her,

kissing away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Then Lingling offered her fragrant lips, and we kissed passionately

until we separated, breathless.

"Does it hurt?" I asked tenderly.

"It doesn't hurt so much anymore, it's better."

"Shall I try moving?"

"Mmm...okay...slowly..."

We remained embracing each other, my lower body slowly moving in and out, while my upper body was also busy, gently

kissing Lingling to ease her tension. Gradually, I felt Lingling's vagina loosen up, no longer as tight as

before . The vaginal fluid inside increased, making entry and exit very smooth.

I carefully felt her inside, clearly feeling the texture of her vaginal walls with each thrust. My speed gradually

increased, and Lingling's moans grew louder and longer. Her vagina became increasingly wet, making "slapping" sounds

with my movements, very enticing.

My speed increased, and I felt as if my waist wasn't even my own anymore, thrusting wildly up and down

. Lingling's vagina became hotter and hotter; with each withdrawal, a suction force pulled my

penis inward, and when I penetrated to the deepest point, it felt like a small mouth was constantly rubbing and biting my glans. I

felt I couldn't take it anymore, thrusting deeply and wildly into Lingling's vagina. Suddenly, Lingling gripped my

back tightly, hooking her legs around my buttocks.

"Mmm..." A long moan escaped her nose as my penis pressed deep inside her,

a surge of intense heat washing over my glans. I couldn't take it anymore;

I pressed my pubic bone firmly against hers and ejaculated my hot semen deep inside Lingling...

Our bodies were pressed tightly together, trembling, panting heavily with sweat. Afterwards,

we kissed deeply, our lower bodies still tightly joined, as if neither wanted to separate.

We made love twice more, then held each other in our arms on the bed, sharing our innermost thoughts over the years until very late...

From then on, Lingling never came to school again, and I never saw her again. She didn't tell me when

she left I didn't see her off, but we both knew that we had said goodbye that day—the most beautiful goodbye,

one to cherish for a lifetime.

In the quiet of the night, I often ask, "Are you doing well, my love, so far away...?"

(Lingling's story ends)

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