[Fleeting Time - My Online Romance]

I graduated from university in 1998, when the internet was just beginning. Since my major was computer science,

I paid close attention to it. I remember initially looking for BBS addresses in computer magazines and then browsing them via dial-up.

The layouts were simple and information was limited, but it was novel and I enjoyed it immensely. Gradually, the internet became more

widespread, and the price of dial-up calls (163169) became affordable, so I registered an account and started using the internet at home.

There wasn't much online content then, and there was little censorship. You could find sex websites on Yahoo!,

and I remember browsing Madonna's website. Of course, the most frequent activity online was chatting. I don't think I used

QQ; I mostly used 163's chat sites. If you saw a woman you liked, you could chat with her directly, and she would usually reply, unlike

now where people just leave their computers online to gain points, or even just men dressed as women flaunting themselves.

Back then, I was full of energy, perhaps driven by the novelty of the internet, and I slept very little, often

staying up until the early hours of the morning. Luckily, my work wasn't too demanding, so I could catch a nap at noon. I often frequented adult

chat . Back then, women weren't as self-protective as they are now, or perhaps the internet was simpler and there weren't

as many scammers, so women were easy to manipulate. They'd give you their phone number after just a few words. The most memorable

was a woman from Shanghai. We chatted and got straight to the point. She was open and readily agreed to phone sex,

giving me her number after only a few sentences. When I called, her voice was seductive, immediately teasing me: "Where are you?" "In bed." "What are you wearing?" "

Nightgown." "Anything underneath?" "Yes, a bra and panties." "Take them off." "Okay, I'll be

naked and waiting for you when you come." "Okay, I'm here, at your bedside." "Ah, come on, look, I'm all naked."

That night we made love in various positions over the phone, and she even let me hear

the sound .

There were many similar experiences. It was so easy to trust people back then. I chatted with people from all walks of life—

dance teachers, police officers, waitresses. There was also a female secretary of some leader, who seemed to have a lot of influence. She could drink a pound of

baijiu ( a strong Chinese liquor), and there was nothing she couldn't do. We chatted for a long time, and she would often call me when she got drunk. But I rarely arranged

to meet online friends because of a painful experience I had once.

However

, I changed because of a girl. It was a weekend, and I was browsing in a chat room when I saw a new girl

come in. I greeted her, and a girl named Pink Apple came in. I immediately went up to her and was very attentive. She replied, and I asked her

how old she was. She said 19. Then I asked her if she had ever been with anyone. She said no, but she really wanted to. Then she asked if I could call her.

I said yes, and she gave me a number to call in 10 minutes, saying she would be right back. I

agreed, half-believing, half-doubting, because most of the time we chatted online for a while, and it was rare to encounter someone so quick, especially during the day.

Ten minutes later, I tried calling. A girl answered. She had a very nice voice, very pure, and was probably still a student.

She said that was her, that she was still in school, didn't have a boyfriend, was still a virgin, and was at home now, wanting to try.

She said she was already in bed, could we start? Of course, I couldn't be happier. As expected

of a college student, with my prompting, she gradually developed our imagined union, adding incredibly detailed

descriptions and accurately conveying her feelings to me. When I described penetration, she added incredibly seductive moans to

enhance my pleasure. After I ejaculated, she gradually calmed down and asked how it felt.

She said it was great, very comfortable. Afterwards, we exchanged emails, and she told me to email her, specifying what time she would

be online and which chat room she would be in, so I could contact her again.

A few days later, she emailed me, sharing her feelings and mentioning that she would be waiting for me in the chat room on the weekend .

I went as promised, and we had intercourse online. It wasn't as exciting as a phone call. After that,

we gradually gave up on that method. She would call me directly when no one was home. Her performance became more mature

each time , her language more abundant, and her voice more seductive. After the passion subsided, we would often chat for a while,

talking about her place, her family, and school life. Then I learned that her school was in

a city not far from mine. During a chat, I mentioned my desire to visit her, and she happily agreed.

Shortly after the start of the semester in September, she emailed me saying she didn't have much to do at the beginning and wanted to see me. I

took a bus straight to her school that weekend, and everything went smoothly. I called her and told her I'd wait for her at the school gate. I was hoping that

every pretty girl coming out would be her. After waiting for over 20 minutes, a

girl with glasses, fair skin, and a petite stature—a typical small, delicate southern girl—appeared before me. We stared at each other face-to-face. Her eyes flickered

with a hint of embarrassment. She had an oval face, a rosy complexion, and a pointed chin—a very attractive feature.

"Have you been waiting long?" she asked, her voice so warm and friendly that the embarrassment vanished. We then toured her

school , chatting about high-sounding topics, a level of passion I'd never felt on the phone before. After lunch, I

suggested we find a hotel to rest. She suddenly blushed, perhaps also anticipating something. The hotels around the school seemed used to

students checking in; they booked rooms without even asking for identification. Once in the room, she gestured for me to "go take a shower, you've been

traveling all day, I'll watch some TV." While showering, I deliberately left the door open and tossed my clothes onto

the cabinet . I turned on the tap, slightly increasing the water temperature; the steamy atmosphere was quite intimate.

A moment later, I saw her tidying up the clothes I'd thrown on the cabinet. I knew she was actually trying to peek at me.

I turned my back, pretending not to notice, but in the blurry mirror, I saw her turn around, holding my clothes, looking me up and down.

I suddenly turned around, smiling, and said, "What are you looking at? Come shower with me." She paused for a moment, then said "Oh," and turned

away.

I thought she was shy, but a moment later she appeared naked in the doorway, arms crossed, head

bowed cautiously approaching me. I took her arm and pulled her under the showerhead. Her fair skin

flushed red after the hot water. Her buttocks were small and slightly upturned, her legs straight, and her skin smooth and supple. I hugged her from behind

, removing her hands from her chest and caressing her breasts. They were small, firm, and very elastic; one hand

could easily grasp them. Her nipples were pink and small but erect, already hard.

Her flat stomach had no excess fat, her pubic hair was sparse, and her legs were tightly clenched between her thighs.

I used my penis to press against her buttocks, lifting her legs with one hand. She slowly cooperated, spreading her legs, and the penis slipped under her

buttocks , resting against the edge of her vulva.

Then she closed her eyes, tilted her head back against me, and I whispered in her ear, "Want to do it for real?"

She nodded with her mouth closed, turned around, hugged me, and kissed me. We both remembered countless times we'd

made love on the phone; this was it. She kissed my entire body, then focused on my erect penis, watching

it go in and out of her mouth, sometimes licking the tip with her tongue, sometimes swallowing it completely. I felt like I was about to explode, so

I pulled her up, quickly dried her off, and carried her to bed. Her passion was ignited too, like a starving kitten opening its mouth

to catch its food. I bent down and kissed her breasts, her lower abdomen, combed her pubic hair, and licked her labia.

Her labia weren't large, both tightly closed, still the pink color of a virgin. I parted

her labia with my tongue; inside, it was already overflowing. She lifted her buttocks to meet each of my attacks. She pressed my head down with her hands, wanting to lick

deeper . From the inside of her thighs to her toes, her desire was uncontrollable. Several times she tried to get up and hug me, but I

spread her legs wide and pressed down on her. I whispered in her ear, "I'm going in!" She seemed

prepared taking my penis and placing it at the entrance, saying, "Start gently."

My penis was already itching to go, but since it was her first time, I pushed it forward little by little, only to

be blocked after a short distance. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her nipples.

Just as she was getting excited, I thrust hard, and she cried out, her whole body tensing up, clinging to me tightly. After a while, I felt her

relax a bit, and I slowly moved in and out until the pain subsided, and excitement and thrill washed over me again. Her body was too

petite, and I was afraid of hurting her. Seeing that she didn't seem to be in pain anymore, I knelt between her legs, lifting her right leg.

That's when I saw that my penis was stained with a lot of blood. She was indeed a virgin. I asked her if it hurt, and she said it was okay, to go in.

I said I didn't want to hurt her, and she punched me with her small fist, saying it was all my fault, and to hurry up and put it in. I mounted her again

, increasing the speed. Her cries grew louder and louder, then suddenly she yelled, "It's coming!" I sped up

, and her whole body convulsed, her fingers digging tightly into my arm, her eyes closed, then relaxing, her face flushed.

I asked knowingly, "What's coming?" "You're so annoying!" she said, raising her hand to give me another playful punch. I leaned closer,

but she stopped mid-air, stroking my already sweaty face. "Tired?" she asked.

"Not tired, is it good? Do you want more?" "Good, um, let's change positions, you're too tired."

I sat between her legs, pulled her up, and straddled my penis. She said, "You rest, I'll move."

Then she wiggled her hips, thrusting into my penis with a series of slapping sounds.

I pressed down on her buttocks, using my fingers to probe her anus, lubricating it with her vaginal fluids. I then inserted my middle finger

with her up-and-down movements, penetrating both her holes, which excited her even more.

She quickened her pace, and another orgasm came. Her stiff body pressed against my lap, and I finally couldn't hold back any longer,

ejaculating inside her. Time seemed to freeze. We embraced tightly, our lower bodies locked in a powerful union

until the orgasm subsided, and we collapsed onto the bed, oblivious to the semen flowing from her vagina. We simply held each other,

hoping freeze that moment forever. That day, we didn't leave the room, trying every method we'd imagined over the phone

, until the next day when we finally remembered to eat something.

From then on, I often visited her school on weekends, and our phone encounters naturally decreased; the real experience felt more

intimate . We only lost contact after she graduated and returned to her hometown to work.

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