My Green Tea Girlfriend (01-02)

My Green Tea Girlfriend Part 1: My Girlfriend Joins the Cheerleading Squad.
My girlfriend, Didi, and I were both top students in high school. After the college entrance exam, we went to two
good universities in the same city, W University and H University. W University is a well-established university, while H University is an engineering school. Didi is a
cute, gentle, and slightly cunning girl. In middle school, Didi seemed quiet and reserved. She wouldn't
talk to you unless you ignored her, but she wasn't shy when you spoke to her. Overall, she was a very passive girl in front of strangers
.
Didi dressed herself up in a cute yet slightly sexy way every day, so many boys pursued her. She neither
explicitly accepted nor rejected them until I transferred to her class, and that's when I finally won her over. But I always got jealous when other boys teased
her. Every time she apologized to me, I softened, but afterwards, she still interacted with other boys
.
The worst was the captain of the class basketball team. Every time he came back from a game, he would borrow tissues from her to wipe his sweat and say
things like, "Your breasts have gotten bigger," or "Your butt has gotten rounder." Didi would playfully say, "How would you know if you haven't touched them?"
I once asked her why she still talked to him when he insulted her like that. She said she just liked strong guys, and every
time she saw a guy's chest muscles under his sweaty clothes, she would get wet down there
. She felt a sense of conquest when a strong guy teased or insulted her. I asked her why she was still with me, and she said she could ask me questions she didn't understand.
I asked if she would still choose me as her boyfriend if my grades weren't good, and she said not necessarily, it would depend on whether
I could satisfy her in other ways. So we made a promise to try it out after we got to university, and she agreed.
After entering university, Didi joined the cheerleading squad for her school's basketball team. As mentioned earlier, H University is an engineering school,
so it's not surprising that it's the strongest basketball school in the city. She hadn't told me before joining, and when I asked
her why, she said she liked hanging out with strong guys, enjoying things like bringing them water and dancing with them.
I was a hundred times unwilling, but I figured everyone has their own freedom, so I didn't say much
. After joining the cheerleading squad, Didi and I spent less time together, only hanging out on weekends
.
This Sunday was their basketball team's first physical training session, which was at the gym. The cheerleaders also had to
participate; those who wanted to work out could, and those who didn't could just watch.
I waited for Didi outside the gym, planning to go out together. After waiting a while, Didi finally came out,
wearing a pink skirt and a white crop top, her face flushed.
I asked, "Have you been training for a long time?" She said, "No, I'm just watching the other guys build muscle." I asked, "Then why is your face
so red?" She stammered, "The guys inside are all wearing tight shorts." I was too embarrassed
to ask further on the way, so I went to the movie theater with her. The theater wasn't crowded, so we sat in the last row.
I couldn't resist looking at Didi's outfit any longer, so I kissed her. My hands also started to wander downwards. Didi tried to push me away, but
couldn't. I touched her; even her safety shorts were completely wet.
After I touched her for a while, Didi suddenly reached down to my crotch, ran her hand around it, and then whispered seductively in my ear
, "Yours isn't enough for me." For some reason, I wasn't angry; instead, I got even harder
. Maybe it's because I also felt I was small. Didi continued, "Do you know why I'm so wet today?
Because every guy I've seen seems to have a bigger penis than yours." I felt incredibly ashamed, but outwardly I
tried to remain calm.
She added, "There was this guy I thought was the most manly. I deliberately stuck my butt out in front of him,
and then I secretly saw his penis slowly swell up, stretching his pants into an eggplant shape. At that moment, I immediately leaked
a lot of fluid." Hearing this, I almost ejaculated, so I said to Didi, "Let's go to a hotel tonight."
After hearing this, Didi reached directly into my underwear, saying as she moved her hand, "Okay, let me take a closer look at
just how small your thing is." I couldn't handle the stimulation and ejaculated immediately. Didi said seductively, "Oh dear, now it
's too late. You're so useless."
I hated myself for being so weak; why couldn't I hold back at the crucial moment? I didn't know
when I'd have another chance like this.
Didi said this partly to tease me, and partly because she was indeed a
girl with very high estrogen levels, and therefore particularly fascinated by male sexual characteristics. I often suffered because of this, and now it seemed I was in for a lot of trouble
.
Thinking about this, Didi had almost finished cleaning me up. She playfully stuffed the used napkin into my pocket
, then squeezed it, making me tremble. I also grabbed her buttocks, and thinking about how Didi had
used her buttocks to seduce a strong boy into getting an erection, I felt both excited and angry. I wanted to say something to her, but seeing
her pitiful look, and realizing she hadn't done anything wrong, I let it go.
Afterwards, I took Didi back to school. As mentioned before, H University, where Didi studies, is an engineering school. Guys on the street
couldn't take their eyes off a sexy and cute girl like Didi, so I guess I'm quite lucky.
As for Didi, she stopped talking to me when we passed the basketball court, just kept saying how amazing she was. I asked
if she was as good as me, and she said of course, and suggested we try next time. I impulsively agreed, and she said I
could go with her to practice next time, and she'd arrange for me to play one-on-one against the players she was in charge of.
I asked if there was such a thing as "in charge." She said, "Of course! We need to make sure each player has their own dedicated beauty
." Hearing "dedicated," and seeing how proud Didi was of it, I thought this girl was completely unreasonable, as if
I had never understood her at all.
My Green Tea Girlfriend 2: Losing the game in front of my girlfriend.
As mentioned earlier, we agreed to go to Didi's school this Friday and have a one-on-one game with her teammates. Actually, I
was quite nervous. As a shooting guard, I'm at a disadvantage no matter what position I play one-on-one, just like an
ADC playing one-on-one – how can I score without an opportunity? But since I promised my girlfriend, I naturally wanted to
show off my skills in front of her. So, on Thursday night, I practiced shooting alone on the court, hoping to
win by increasing my accuracy.
The next day, I arrived at Didi's school. Didi picked me up at the school gate. She was wearing the
same cheerleading outfit as that day, but this time she was wearing stockings. After seeing her, my pants immediately bulged, and I asked, "Why are you dressed so nicely for me?"
"Go for it!" Didi said. "I'm cheering for Brother Lan, so of course I'll cheer for you too. I'm cheering for both sides!"
Although Didi doesn't hide her liking for strong guys, she doesn't always know how to consider my feelings. So when I
first heard her say that, I was about to get angry, but her "I'll cheer for you too" calmed me down. You see,
Didi is just that kind of girl—seemingly harmless but actually very shrewd.
After arriving at the court, we waited for our opponents to arrive. A tall, muscular guy with a strong build walked over from the other court and
greeted us, "Hey, you sexy Didi!" Didi said, "What? How did I become sexy Didi? I'm clearly
innocent Didi." The guy said, "Your legs in stockings are so sexy, even sexier than bare legs." Didi said, "I
specially wore them to cheer for you. Do you like them? If you win, you can touch them." As she spoke, she squeezed her legs together and struck
an inward-pointing pose.
I noticed the boy's pants were bulging, and I was secretly surprised, thinking that it must be twice the size of mine
. Could it be the "eggplant" that Didi mentioned? I coughed lightly, signaling them to stop.
The boy, unconcerned about his pants, walked towards Didi. Didi glanced at his crotch, her legs clamping
even tighter. The boy said, "He's your boyfriend, right? Let's get started without further ado, let him see
how good our school team is." Didi blushed and said, "Okay." I didn't say much, just walked to the middle of the court. He
tossed the ball to me, indicating I should go first, and I readily agreed.
After Didi shouted "start," the opposing team wasn't very focused. I faked him out and then did a fadeaway jump shot, making it into the basket.
I looked at Didi; she had a slightly disappointed expression, but said, "Wow, that was amazing." She glanced at the guy again,
seemingly a little angry.
I started my second attack. This time, as soon as I entered the three-point line, the opposing team pressed forward, and I quickly turned my back to
them. When he came up, I could feel he hadn't gone limp yet; his erection was pressing against my back like a steel pipe. Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw him; he seemed quite proud of his masculinity. I had to pull away, feinting left and right to get past
him. However, when I went for a layup, he blocked my shot from behind. I looked at Didi awkwardly; Didi seemed very
pleased. Now it was his turn to attack. He steadily advanced, then hooked a shot. I wasn't as tall as him, so I could only watch his accuracy
. He made it.
Didi shouted, "Great!" For the second shot, he threw down a three-pointer from the free-throw line, and it went in again. I started to
regret this game; there was only one more shot left. How could I win? For the third shot, this guy seemed to be trying to use skill to get past me, but
of course, it wasn't that easy.
I saw him swinging his arms wildly, like he was playing streetball, and crucially, his still-erect penis
was flailing wildly in his pants. I saw Didi frantically tighten her legs, then loosen them, then tighten them again.
I had no time to pay attention, I could only keep my eyes glued to my opponent. Suddenly, he tossed the ball between my legs, and in the process, he pinched me down there
, then grabbed the ball from behind and made a layup. Didi's face seemed to suddenly turn red, her legs tensed for a second
and then relaxed, she said weakly, "Lan-ge, you're awesome!" Lan-ge and I walked towards Didi, and Lan-ge said, "Your boyfriend isn't
good enough," glancing at my crotch as he spoke.
Didi blushed and said, "Of course he's not as good as you." Then she added to me, "No, actually you played really well,
he's on the school team." I lowered my head and remained silent, just angry at myself. Why was it that we were both freshmen, yet
others played better than me?
Then Didi said, "Okay, wait here for me a bit, I'm going to go help Lan-ge change." And then she left.
Lan-ge waved goodbye dismissively, and I let him go, sitting alone on the ground, wanting some peace and quiet.
Recalling the huge cock swinging in his pants, its rock-hard hardness, and how it
had shrunk to only five centimeters when he touched it, along with Didi's tightly clenched legs, I felt like my penis was about to shrink away.
Why couldn't Didi see things from my perspective? No, no, it's not Didi's fault. It's all because I'm not big enough.
Didi said mine is small, which is why she's obsessed with other guys' big penises.
But as long as she doesn't do anything substantial to betray me, we'll still be boyfriend and girlfriend, and I'll continue to
love her. Does she love me? Of course she does. If she didn't, why wouldn't she break up with me?
Thinking about this, Didi came back alone, holding milk in her left hand, her lips covered in lotion, her two big white
legs swaying, making me hard again. I asked, "Where are your stockings?" Didi said, "Those were specially for cheering on Brother Lan. Now
that the game is over, I naturally have to take them off." I remembered Didi saying that if Brother Lan won, she would let him touch her legs. I asked Didi if it was
true.
Didi said, "No, it's just a cheerleader's duty. We need to ignite the players' masculine instincts before the game to win
. Cheer for him is my job, so don't be angry. It's very difficult to get into the school team's cheerleading squad. If
any player has a problem, the cheerleaders get fired. I don't want to be fired." I said, "I don't blame you. It's all
my fault for not playing well. Otherwise, you would have cheered for my goal."
After we finished eating at the restaurant, we went to the hotel. While Didi was showering, I took out her stockings from her bag and
found a white substance on them. Just as I was wondering about it, Didi came out. She saw me holding her stockings, and
was both embarrassed and angry. She ran over and pressed herself against me, asking, "Why are you looking at my stockings?"
I said, "It's the first time I've seen you in stockings, and I think they're so sexy." Didi said, "Hmph, you pervert!" She pulled down
my pants, took the stocking with the white substance on it, and put it on my crotch, stroking it up and down while licking
my ear. I'd never experienced such stimulation before, and I ejaculated in less than a minute. Didi said, "Your time
is really short, not even a fraction of what others do." I asked, "What do you mean, a fraction of what others do
?" Didi paused and said, "You mean, those romantic movies." I asked again
, "What were you doing with him just now?" Didi said, "Helping him change clothes." I said, "How did you do that?
Just standing outside waiting for him?" Didi thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I also had to help him take off his clothes and pants, give him a massage
, and finally help him change into new clothes." My God, does he think my girlfriend is a massage girl? How can this school tolerate
this kind of atmosphere?
I was really angry. I can tolerate anyone insulting me, but I can't let my girlfriend suffer. So I said, "You
shouldn't go to the cheerleading team anymore. I don't want you to do such despicable things." Didi said, "It's my own choice
. I don't have to do it if I don't want to, but I want him to perform better and win more matches, and I also want to give him a massage."
It's also so he can train better the next day, don't blame Brother Lan.
I'm really suffering in silence, but what can I do when they're both willing to give and receive?
To please me, Didi also gave me a massage. Her soft hands, rounded legs, and two big white breasts occasionally
touched me, making me almost get an erection again.
I suddenly remembered that Didi also massages Brother Lan like this, and I also rubbed against Brother Lan. Brother Lan's big penis
stretched his pants to a ninety-degree angle in front of Didi. Didi orgasmed just seeing this scene. Maybe the white
stuff on his socks was the saliva that monster sprayed when he pressed hard on Didi's legs, but now it's impossible to verify
. Thinking of this, I withdrew.
Didi noticed that my penis had shrunk to only two centimeters and said, "You're really bad. Brother Lan is ten
times better than you." "What? That's twenty centimeters! No, no, why am I thinking about this? How does Didi know that?
But I really can't talk back now. I'm worse at basketball than others, and my penis is smaller than others' too . I
'm already very satisfied with Didi being my girlfriend." So I said, "I'm sorry, Didi, I'm just not as good as Brother Lan. I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Didi said, "Don't be sad. Everyone has their shortcomings. I just said Brother Lan is very manly,
I didn't blame you." But I really get incredibly wet whenever I see Brother Lan. Sometimes I even fantasize that Brother Lan
will rape me, tear my clothes off, use his thick penis to lift me up, and ravage
my breasts and legs with his hands, and finally ejaculate inside me and I'll get pregnant. Darling, you won't blame me, will you?"
I found it very exciting. Didi was actually so horny inside. No wonder she always blushed when she saw Brother Lan
. I turned over and pinned Didi down, saying, "Didi, let's try it once."
Didi said, "Hurry up." I was about to thrust in. Didi said, "Brother Lan, come and fuck me." I immediately went limp. Didi
noticed I was limp and said angrily, "Why are you limp again? Brother Lan has already ejaculated three times and is still hard." I said, "What?"

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