[Experience - Graduation and a Female Classmate] [Author: superficial]

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Experience - Graduation and Female Classmates

I don't really like recording videos, but I like writing them down. I guarantee the truth of everything.

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I've said before that I'm good at typing, so on WeChat, another version of myself stood before her. 　　I knew she liked me, openly and secretly. She dragged me and my best friend to sing karaoke, and I belted out off-key tunes . She dragged me to take graduation photos, and I let the photographer pose me. 　　She dragged me shopping and to get a haircut, so I just carried her bag and followed behind. 　　I thought we were just like a couple. At that time, I had just ended a five-year long-distance relationship and was too lazy to manage any feelings. Although I craved physical intimacy, I didn't want to touch her. Because a girl about to graduate was scary, and I was afraid that I might accidentally drag myself into marriage. 　　　　　　　　　　　　(I) Teasing her while refusing to go to a hotel 　　Before graduation, she asked me to go to a bar. 　　I said I didn't go to bars. That was the truth; I hated noise. 　　She said, "Then let's go to a restaurant to drink." 　　I didn't know how awkward that scene would be, a man and a woman going to a restaurant to drink. She brought the liquor, Wuliangye, another bottle she hadn't opened at her teacher's thank-you banquet. 　　Driven by curiosity, I checked on Taobao. It was around 800-900 yuan. I knew she had a slightly corrupt father, but as someone who blushes easily when drinking , I couldn't understand the difference between her and the taste of the "old village chief" from the opposite dorm. Besides, the "old village chief" even won a prize. 　　I, of course, couldn't hold my liquor, while she was flushed. 　　I didn't know the magic of alcohol; I'd never blacked out. 　　I wanted to experience that dizziness, but before that, I always felt nauseous. My consciousness was still clear, but my stomach was already sounding the alarm. 　　Half a bottle down, I was reeking of alcohol. She only took a sip, the rest going into my mouth. 　　I paid the bill first, rambled on incoherently, and walked out as if my feet were on cotton. I 　　was still conscious, just relaxed. 　　I didn't understand the concept of alcohol-induced promiscuity; it was just that alcohol emboldened cowards. 　　After drinking, I became more talkative, and the usual boundaries between men and women vanished. I put an arm around her neck, breathing alcohol on her. She spoke incoherently, but I knew I wasn't drunk. 　　I sat on the steps by the roadside while she went across the street to buy water. We sat side by side, watching the cars go by. After a few sips, I poured the water on my face. She went to get a tissue, but I leaned my head on her shoulder. My breath warmed her chest. 　　I glanced at her sideways; her face, which had already regained its color, flushed again. I didn't mean anything by it; I just found it amusing , like teasing a cat with a feather. I straightened up, and she turned to look at me, giving me a rare, cheeky smile. 　　She talked to me a lot by the roadside, about her ex-boyfriend and her parents. I, on the other hand, was indeed not a good drinker, adjusting my posture to avoid gushing out. 　　The dorm closes at 11 pm, and I don't know how much material she had prepared, determined to talk until 11. I insisted on going back, and she said, "Let's get a room." 　　I said, "Are you kidding me?" and got up to call a taxi. 　　I didn't know if she was worried I'd get hit or if she didn't want to go back, but she held my right hand tightly. 　　The car stopped, and I said, "Driver, to X University New District." 　　She reached out and stopped me, saying to the driver, "You can go if it's okay!" 　　The driver hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the gas. She said to me, "I want to walk around." 　　I looked down at her, a slight smile passing between us. Our eyes met; what was she waiting for? I turned and walked away. She grabbed my shirt hem, as if afraid I'd lose her. 　　We walked a long way. She asked, "Are you alright?" 　　I said I was fine. 　　She asked, "How about we get a room? I'm worried something might happen to you in this state." 　　I said, "You go home, I'll go home, but not to a hotel." 　　Understand? She didn't insist anymore. 　　　　　　　　(II) Madness in the Bathroom—The Names of Bodies and Foam 　　Graduation arrived as scheduled, and everyone went their separate ways, still chatting every day. As if nothing had happened. 　　She found out from my WeChat Moments that I was going to Shangqiu to visit friends, so she insisted on inviting me to have lobster, a movie, and to stay in her rented apartment for work. 　　A two-bedroom apartment was a bit of a luxury for a girl, and I said it probably wouldn't be enough to cover her salary. She said 　　, "It's not like I'm spending your money." I said, "Even you are mine." 　　She told me to get lost and threw a cushion at me. 　　I said, "Watch out, or I'll eat you up. 　　" A young man and woman in their mid-twenties, alone in one room, even though it was two separate rooms, slept on the bed. I smelled a faint fragrance on the sheets , the same scent as her hair.

The sound of running water continued; she was taking a shower.

She told me she would shower first, adjust the water temperature, and then I would shower later.

Suddenly, a cry of "Ah!" came from below. I turned my head towards the bathroom, and then heard my name being called. " Could you
get me the towel outside?"

I said, "You're such a fussster! What would you do if I weren't here?"

She said, "I would have gone to get it naked by now!"

I said, "Then pretend I'm not here, haha!"

She said, "Get lost!" Then the bathroom door opened a crack, and a hand reached out, waving up and down. "Hurry up and help
me."

I walked into the bathroom wearing my pitifully small women's slippers. "Which one?"

"Pink."

"With lace?"

"Get lost!"

"Okay, okay, I got it wrong, it's your underwear."

"Get lost!" Her hand withdrew.

I took the towel, opened the bathroom door a crack, turned my face to the other side, and reached my hand
in , my shoulder against the door, to make sure it was far enough for her to reach. "Here, take it."

She didn't react.

"Damn it, grab your towel, my arms are all wet!" I swung the towel around.

"Hmm," she said, taking the towel away, but my hand touched something soft. The height, the
location —I knew it was a chest.

After graduation, I had no inhibitions; who wouldn't take advantage of a free lunch? It was consensual. But I still
pretended to be frigid, yelling, "Get the hell out of here!"

She grabbed my hand tightly behind the door, but I didn't break free forcefully. I saw a bare foot stick out through
the crack in the door, which she suddenly flung open. I turned my head away, and then I was sprayed with water.

Suddenly, water sprayed into my ears—this time it was an instinctive reaction, and the force was considerable. I jerked my hand away,
escaping her grasp, and wiped the water from my ears.

With a splash, the showerhead fell onto the toilet seat, spraying directly onto my pants outside the bathroom door. I turned
around, and there she was, naked, standing before me: her face and eyelashes were covered in water, as if she had been crying. Those
wet breasts were quite cute.

I pretended to be impatient, turned my head away, and said in an impatient tone, "The water's all over the living room, the wooden floor,
lady."

She replied, "Mind your own business," and then threw the showerhead on the floor.

I could feel the water flowing under my feet, and I could hear the sound of her stepping through the water. She
touched , saying, word by word, "Mind your own business..."

Hehe, a double entendre.

I stopped hiding, smiled, looked into her eyes, and reached into that secret area. "Uh—" I was surprised.
You know, I hadn't been looking her over, but staring at her face and upper body, and she was completely hairless.

She noticed my surprise. "What, don't you like it? You shaved it on purpose."

"Oh, a young lady like you shaves!" "

Then let the young lady see your beard."

Her hand didn't leave my pants. I looked down, and because of the wetness, the outline was very clear.

She knelt in the water, gently rubbing her face against it, and said with a smile, "Strong."

I said, "It's all fluff, not very strong."

She said, "You'll know once you try!"

I chuckled.

She said, "Since we're wet, let's shower together."

I didn't answer, and walked straight to the bathroom in my pants. She got up and followed me in.

I commanded, "Stop!" She was startled and didn't know what to do. "Close the door." I was afraid the water would spray out again.

I picked up the showerhead that had fallen on the floor. "Stand still!"

She stood obediently. The water was warm, and the flow was strong. I sprayed water on her face and asked, "Where is this?"

She hurriedly tried to block the water with her hands. I raised my voice, "Don't move, I'm asking you, where is this?"

"Head, head, head," she hurriedly answered.

"Hmm." Then I sprayed water on her chest and asked, "Where is this?"

After last time, she knew exactly what to do. "Chest," she said shyly.

I sprayed water on her lower abdomen, thighs, and feet, answering each one.

Finally, I sprayed water on her most private area: "Where is this?"

Her face flushed crimson, and she didn't speak, covering herself with her hands.

"Hehe, I'll ask again, where is this?" She twisted her body. "Take your hands off," I shouted, "
I'll ask one last time, where is this?"

I suddenly turned the water off to cool it, and she cried out, "Ah!" "Little cunt." "

Hehe, you're really horny. I never knew you were like this before. You even know the term 'little cunt,' it's called 'little cunt,' you know
?" I sprayed cold water on her.

"Little cunt," she repeated softly.

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"Little cunt," she still whispered.

"Louder, do I have to say it again?"

"Little cunt."

I smiled with satisfaction and turned off the tap. Girls are really strange. They seem so well-behaved usually, but I never expected them to be
so horny. But when you ask them to be horny, they still have some resistance.

She seemed relieved, while I remained expressionless. "Point to it yourself!"

Head, chest, stomach, legs—all normal. When I got to that spot, I spoke softly again.

"I can't hear you. Where is that?"

"Little slut," she shouted.

"Whose? Say it clearly."

"This is my little slut."

I chuckled, took a step forward, and gently rubbed the hairless crevice with my hand. As soon as I touched it, it
felt sticky and wet, clearly not water. It even dripped down her thigh.

"Where is this?" I gently stroked the crevice.

Her voice trembled slightly, I wondered if it was from the cold. "My little slut."

"Very good." I withdrew my hand, put my thumb and middle finger together in front of her, and stretched a thin strand. "This is your
reward." I pressed her head down, and she faced my penis.

Girls are full of creativity. She touched my already soaked shorts (outerwear), feeling its
outline, and gently bit it with her lips. Then, she took out shower gel, poured it on her hand, and rubbed it on my pants.

Because of the water, it appeared enormous. The stimulation from her lubricated hands made me unable to resist the bathroom heater.

My wet pants clung tightly to my body, restricting me uncomfortably; it wanted to burst out. She seemed to understand my intentions, but things didn't go as planned. It took a lot of effort to pull off

the wet pants . 　　The pants, which were difficult to remove, slapped against my stomach with a soft "plop" as they finally popped out, because of the water. She gently stroked it with her foam-covered hands. This direct stimulation was a bit unbearable for me, especially when I clenched my fists and used my palms to stimulate the glans. 　　With the lubrication of the foam, semen was ready to burst out at any moment. I didn't want to show weakness, so I didn't say anything, picked up the showerhead, and sprayed water, trying to rinse away the foam. But I forgot it was cold water—it instantly went dry, haha, but it was fine. She brought her mouth closer and took it in, the sensation going from icy cold to warm, it felt like heaven. 　　She kept swirling her tongue around, and I could feel my penis getting bigger and bigger in her mouth. I mischievously pressed her head towards me, making her swallow as much as possible. When she was against my pubic hair, I said, "Look, you have a beard now!" 　　She struggled to pull away, coughing dryly, touching her cheek, saying her mouth was sore. Indeed, 17 centimeters wasn't long, but it was quite thick, though I hadn't measured it. She cleaned my penis bit by bit with her mouth, and I stroked her head. 　　　　　　　　　　(III) The Restlessness in the Bedroom—My Mouth 　　I asked, "Are you clean?" 　　She said, "Yes." I grinned mischievously, "Then let me help you wash inside." 　　She looked suspicious. I pointed to my penis, "Use this." 　　She nodded, then wrapped herself in a bath towel and went out. 　　"Lie down!" 　　I looked closer. On the two stubble hairs that hadn't been shaved, there were still water droplets. I slowly inserted my finger, and it desperately sucked on my finger. I slowly pulled my finger out, seeing the pink tender flesh reluctant to let go of my finger. 　　Taking advantage of the sticky fluid, I slowly stroked her, as if admiring a work of art. 　　"Pretty, isn't it? I even use whitening soap." 　　I didn't say anything, but slapped her buttocks. Heh, pink and tender, looks like she doesn't use it often. And it's a steamed bun pussy. Young girl, hairless, steamed bun pussy, this perfectly matches my aesthetic. 　　"Turn over." 　　I made her lie down, spreading her legs into an M shape. It was indeed beautiful, the color alone was irresistible. I rarely use my mouth, but this time I couldn't resist. I pressed my tongue against hers, savoring the scent of a young girl, and then carefully used my tongue to separate the two labia, curling my tongue into a shovel shape, and thrusting straight in. 　　I made a slurping sound, sucking and sweeping with my tongue, while simultaneously stimulating her little balls with the tip of my nose. Soon, sticky fluid clung between her little pussy and anus, her vaginal fluid. She tightened her legs, clamping my head between them, twisting her waist from side to side, while I forcefully spread her legs and continued to plow. 　　I regretted only considering marriage; she just wanted to play around. If only I hadn't thought so much about it back then, it would have been so much easier. 　　Her moan interrupted my thoughts, "I want..." 　　"Uh..." Even blinded by desire, I knew the importance of condoms. What if... then we really would have to get married! 　　She opened the bedside table, pulled out a condom, and tossed it to me. 　　"Is this a regular one, or did you set me up?" I asked with a smile. 　　"I want you—I haven't done it since we broke up." 　　"I'll satisfy you. Come here, put it on me, I'll send you to heaven in a bit," I laughed. 　　She tore it open, and I said, "Can you use a gag?" 　　She looked puzzled. "Okay, innocent girl, looks like your ex-boyfriend didn't teach you." 　　She clumsily put it on with her hands, not emptying the reservoir tip. Okay, she really didn't know how, but it didn't matter, I wasn't planning on ejaculating inside. 　　"How big was your ex-boyfriend?" 　　"That big." She gestured with her hand, about 10 centimeters? 　　"Let me make you happy today..." 　　I thrust in, and although it was lubricated, the tender flesh inside still provided considerable resistance, this feeling of being enveloped turning into warmth. 　　When I pulled out, the first half gripped tightly, as if one more push would bring me back to the end, while the last bit pushed me out of the hole, and then water squeezed out of the opening. Brilliant! Knowing this, I went all the way in, but didn't pull out completely, giving it my all. She was panting heavily beneath me. 　　I watched her breasts sway back and forth. I leaned down, supporting myself with my forearms, burying my face deep into her breasts . I continued thrusting while sucking on her nipples. 　　I folded her legs to her chest, elevating her head, "See how my big cock fucks you." 　　I slowed down, stopping at the highest point, and then went all the way in while she was catching her breath, making her scream. 　　After that, it was no different from normal sex. I thought, you should try it yourself. Finally, I ejaculated on her stomach. 　　If there are two more things worth mentioning, it's that after we made love, she used her soft breasts and shower gel to wipe my back. 　　And because it was raining, my clothes, including my underwear, weren't dry, so I had to be completely naked in her rented apartment, and we made love for another day and night, except for that one night. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　[The End]

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