School team girls

When I was preparing for high school entrance exams, my mom and sister
stopped letting me do anything reckless after spring break. But I couldn't stand it, especially since my sister started wearing revealing clothes again! How could I ignore her figure and face! She wouldn't let me touch her, and neither would my mom. As a result, I developed a masturbation habit and went to see porn movies every week. Back then, video arcades and pornographic cinemas were considered "legitimate entertainment" and the government didn't strictly prohibit them. I knew of three: two near the roundabout and one near the Taipei Bridge in Sanchong (the one inside the roundabout still exists, but it doesn't show porn anymore). They usually showed two movies a day, usually one domestic and one foreign film, changing every few weeks. They started showing at 11 a.m. and didn't clear the theater. I would go on Saturdays and stay until the evening. I often skipped physics and chemistry tutoring in my third year of junior high, but I stopped taking it altogether after the third semester. Interestingly, one of the vendors would occasionally have someone come up on stage during intermissions to sell all sorts of things, mostly Indian herbal oil. Later, when fewer people dared to buy, they stopped (the customers were probably too shy to show themselves, and over 70% were older people with nothing better to do).
Perhaps it was addictive; I still prefer these cinematic adult VCDs, though nobody makes them anymore. When I was older in high school, I rented DVDs from video stores. Back then, almost every store had a darkroom display, and many of them were self-copied, even theatrical releases. Because I always felt it didn't require much cost, I'd often rent a couple and secretly take three or four home to watch as much as I wanted (I won't tell you how! Buying sex pictures from night market stalls was the same; it's no longer legal now). There were Taiwanese films, European and American films, Japanese films, and even films about animals having sex with women… There's a lot to say about these pornographic films, but I'll talk about it later.
Gradually, I lost interest in my studies, and my mind started wandering. Because of my mom and sister's "restraint" and their insistence on my studies, I started paying attention to strange girls, even using them as objects for my fantasies about masturbating! It was truly counterproductive.
The school, of course, went to great lengths to get closer to the badminton team girl, which was somewhat rebellious, a way of protesting my sister's "falling out of love." This was just making excuses for myself, because they were all hoping I'd get into my first-choice high school on my first attempt. Back then, there were only seven public high schools in Taipei's joint entrance exams, and many people came from all over the city to take it! In some ways, it was even harder than getting into university! Asking a fifteen or sixteen-year-old to face such competition was ridiculous. But my sister still managed to get into the girls' high school with the green uniform, which put pressure on me, because I was the "smartest" person in the family besides my sister.
The badminton team girl was named Jia Rong. I first met her in the principal's office in the second year of junior high; she was already competing. We weren't very familiar with each other at first, and since she was taller than me, I naturally didn't want to greet her. Later, because I wanted to "retrieve" the badminton shuttlecocks they had played with at the activity center, I gradually realized that these girls had a lot of... charm, a kind of charisma in their posture and the aura they unconsciously exuded
. There was a reason why I went to retrieve the shuttlecocks. I remember before I was caught taking things from my old elementary school, I had brought back seven or eight badminton rackets, all brand names! They were light and easy to use. I only remember one was Mizuno, and I forgot the others. I don't know if that brand is still around because I haven't played for a long time, so I don't know the market news
. If you have a gun but no bullets, you naturally think of retrieving them. Of course, I didn't take them openly! No matter I was the class monitor, the coach was very strict, whether it was badminton, handball, or volleyball, otherwise how could we be the perennial winners in inter-school competitions! Back when I was preparing for junior high school entrance exams, my junior high school was one of the top choices in Taipei City, so there was naturally a sense of inherited honor. Although it wasn't like the star schools located in wealthy upscale commercial and residential areas where more than a hundred people would get into Jianzhong, there were still at least dozens of us, and our sports were also top-notch. The Ministry of Education just lifted the haircut ban for our three-year graduation ceremony, but schools were still hesitant to allow it. Naturally, I didn't plan to do it either. The result was the same old 95% parted hairstyle – everyone looked like a fierce demon. But it was much better than my brother's; his photos were even a bit dark from the printing, making him look like he'd been to Green Island for a long time… My sister's headshot was even older and a bit “fierce.”
How to collect them? We tried to find lost badminton shuttlecocks around the auditorium or in the stands. There were quite a few, but sometimes a few “experts” would come to collect them. Not only classmates but even people outside the school knew about it! Because they practiced when the school was open, they knew this way. Eventually, we only collected new ones; if they were chipped or badly damaged, we didn't want them.
Actually, the coach knew this too, because he often called the team members to collect them, but there were still far fewer. He didn't dare scold the adults, so he scolded us students, making me sneak around and not very happy. Actually, these school teams had plenty of funding, but the coach was mainly unhappy.
But who knows, it might be a blessing in disguise! Jia Rong (I've seen the award list and trophies in the office, so I know her name) often comes up to pick things up. She's seen me a few times and knows I'm an A-level student at school (I was famous in my second year of junior high!). After looking at me for a while, she starts to smile, and after smiling for a while, we start chatting about this and that. Jia Rong is very lively, but she's often kept quiet because the coach is watching her closely. We gradually became more familiar and started talking about things, and later we just sat and chatted. Several times I was called away and had to quickly leave. We
mostly talked about her, because I have excellent grades and am often around the school, so I naturally avoided mentioning her, probably to save face. She asked about the competitions, about how tall she is… saying it's convenient for smashing, and many other trivial things.
Since I borrowed a dress from her, I've started bringing drinks to visit her as a thank you. The sharp-eyed teammates naturally start making noise and shouting, making Jia Rong very embarrassed, but thankfully, no one is being inappropriate in front of the coach. But I wasn't too hesitant. I'd still sneak off every now and then in the evenings when my classmates weren't studying or had tutoring sessions. This time, it wasn't just about collecting shuttlecocks anymore; besides, I already had a couple hundred nearly new shuttlecocks at home and no empty cans. But Jia Rong would pick out some good ones for me! So, naturally, I shamelessly asked her for a dozen or so empty shuttlecock cans to store them. I'd do this one or two at a time, and people would laugh, saying who would give me a "gift" like that? At least she'd buy me a drink! It made Jia Rong a little awkward, but she seemed quite happy.
Our first "date" was on a Saturday when the school was selecting model students in my third year. Junior high model students are elected by the entire school, but this time, I don't know if it was due to delays or something, but it wasn't held. So, some department heads and section chiefs evaluated them and submitted their applications. Of course, I couldn't possibly run! But I was confident I could run. Aside from helping classmates campaign in my second year of junior high, I wasn't even considered for a spot in the first semester of my third year! He's that good student in class who said he bathes with a lot of young women (the one who introduced me to watching adult films). That time, he gave a speech on stage at the weekly assembly, and he won the most votes and was elected. It was only after three rounds that it was my turn. Maybe the teacher didn't like him very much, I thought. He doesn't look very good...
This date wasn't at a coffee shop. Instead, we waited until she finished practicing and changed back into her school uniform before finding a shady spot on campus to drink and chat. Why did we even go to the volleyball court to watch our classmates practice?! Everyone in the next class is so tall and strong. I really wanted to switch seats, but maybe Jia Rong appreciates this type. After all, she's taller than me and is on the school team...
So I naturally knew what Jia Rong was thinking, even if it was unintentional. And of course, I couldn't say we were going on a date this time! The "celebration" atmosphere was gone,
but I was still happy. At least there was a girl next to me. While we were chatting, Jia Rong said that she didn't want to go to high school. She would definitely go to a sports college and study in that direction. We were talking about sports anyway, and when we saw the volleyball coach (he had a very tall, muscular haircut, wore bell-bottoms, but no beard), I quickly ran away to avoid any rumors...
um... let's go walk along the railway! Right next to the school was the branch line from Tamsui to Taipei Main Station, which was demolished when I was in my first year of high school and later converted into the Tamsui MRT line. Before it was demolished, I specifically asked Xianglan to take the train and get a commemorative stamp. We got off at Guandu Station to take pictures, because back then, the train from Guandu to Tamsui went through a small tunnel. We took pictures of each other while waiting for the train to emerge from the tunnel at Tamsui, and then took pictures at the flowerbed behind Guandu Temple. That's all I felt for my little sister; pure brotherly and sisterly affection. Why wouldn't I dare to do anything inappropriate?
Actually, I sometimes had wild thoughts when I was little. Besides peeping at people peeing, sometimes when my little sister was taking a nap in Mom's room at our old house, I would secretly pull down her underwear to look at her vulva. Because my older sister would take a nap, she would imitate her, but she didn't sleep in my room; she would go to Mom's room instead. If only my older sister was sleeping, I would bother her. If only my little sister was sleeping, I would occasionally peek, but I only saw her vulva once, and I didn't dare to be too forward with her since we didn't "cultivate feelings" like my older sister did in kindergarten. Moreover, Xianglan had been in a car accident before, hit by a taxi. When she came home with her head bandaged and covered in blood, I almost cried when I saw her. It was really heartbreaking. Of course, I wouldn't mess around with her again. This little brother should have some responsibility. Sometimes, I would make her cry and then sneak out (actually, my little sister is quite stubborn and often insists on some trivial matters. She cries when she doesn't give in, and I'm not very patient in comforting her). Xianglan would be left crying in the living room. If my sister wasn't there, I would naturally go and comfort her. So... otherwise, how could I bear to be unkind to her? Of course, my sister repeatedly warned and threatened me that if I did that, she wouldn't let me off the hook, meaning she wouldn't let me be intimate with her again. So, I wouldn't dare to do whatever I wanted. As for daring to do that with Mom... it's because Mom and my sister are closer, so I just took the opportunity. After all, Mom looks like my sister! (My little sister looks quite like Dad...)
We walked to the platform and decided to take the train to Yuanshan and then go to the children's amusement park. We went on bumper cars, rode airplanes, swung on swings, rode spinning wheels, and rowed dragon boats... eating and playing together is what a date should be like! Although I don't know what Jia Rong is thinking and I don't dare to ask, it would be too abrupt .
We also took a stroll around the Grand Hotel before going home. Today was very happy and fulfilling! I've been getting increasingly complacent and irresponsible
lately . It's almost the end of May, and I'm feeling restless and irritable. I can't concentrate on my studies, I don't want to listen in class, and I often argue with the teachers. Once, in Chinese class, a female teacher (not Teacher Ji, she transferred long ago, and she's too young to teach the junior high school preparatory class) was explaining the six scripts. She mentioned a character, I think it was "卓" (zhuó), and two students at the desk started arguing about whether it was a pictophonetic or phonetic compound. Later, I blurted out "forced argument," and the woman got very annoyed. She came over and slapped me hard on the face with her textbook. She went back to the podium, still muttering, "What forceful argument..." My glasses got crooked and hurt a lot. My glasses are heavy with black frames, which made me even more annoyed! Once, during a math class, the male teacher started talking about college entrance exams, the future, and principles of life... I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I blurted out, "Ah! Okay, okay," meaning it was okay to ramble on like this during class. Then the teacher came over again. This time, I was "sensible" and knew what to do, so I stood up and took off my glasses. Of course, without saying a word, the teacher slapped me hard across the face, muttering as he turned around, "Okay what, okay what..." Ugh! It was infuriating, but it was also my fault, since both teachers were excellent! Especially with math, where classes used to be reassigned (I think they still do! I don't know if it's still true, but when I was teaching math at a small cram school when I was in my third university, National Taiwan Normal University, the female teacher mentioned it too), I naturally wanted to be in the best class. Being a third-year junior high student, I knew that math teacher was the top teacher in the school, and he was even being promoted to teach at a public high school—how could I tolerate such disrespect! Naturally, I couldn't concentrate in class. Every day, I just looked out the window at the trees, the gentle breeze, the cicadas, and the birdsong. I even stopped focusing on my art class, which I used to love. I didn't hand in all three of my artworks until the end of the semester! My basketball skills were terrible too. Every time I played full-court basketball before self-study after school, I would just run around aimlessly, but I could never get the ball in the basket. It was so frustrating! Nothing went smoothly. I somehow got into a fight with Jia Rong, and she wouldn't talk to me anymore... Ugh, go to hell, you jerk! In the end, I only got the district head's award at graduation, which put me in seventh or eighth place in the class... Damn your homeroom teacher, who supposed to bring you gifts every holiday! My grades aren't that bad, yet she embarrasses me over something so trivial. Because I moved, I had to take the bus. Once, there was a car accident on the way, and the bus got stuck on the overpass. It took more than ten minutes for it to move forward five meters! I had to walk for almost half an hour to get to school. When I entered the classroom, it was still morning self-study. He called me over, but I didn't hear him and just sat down. The homeroom teacher was annoyed and yelled, "What's wrong with you?!"... This made it even harder to concentrate during the self-study period a month before the college entrance exam. I wanted to achieve something! I took my graduation yearbook and ran to Jia Rong's house to get her "signature." I found it quickly in the address book; it was an old building near my hometown on Minquan West Road. My aunt and uncle were really surprised, probably thinking, "How could there be such an arrogant kid?" Jia Rong came out with wide eyes... She took the yearbook and said, "When you get to school, I'll kick you out to write! Write down everything you feel!" I even slipped a "love letter" inside! A few days later, she came to class and returned it with only three big signatures. I copied it, and sighed ... If I remember correctly, the exam was in late July, two days long! I didn't immediately contact my sister after the exams. Partly because I was busy at Dad's company during summer vacation and was exhausted, and partly because I had been performing poorly and was in a bad mood, plus I still had the five-year vocational college entrance exams to take. Jia Rong didn't need to take the exams; the school helped her apply and she passed. She had already planned to study at a sports college and practice there in her spare time. Before even taking the five-year vocational college exams, I went to her school to see her. I hadn't gone back to my original school to study; I watched her practice and play with her "senior" all day, since the list of incoming students hadn't been released yet. Jia Rong's skills were good; she could already beat several less skilled players, but I didn't dare applaud, afraid that her "senior" would make things difficult for her later. After several visits, Jia Rong was willing to chat with me a little, but she told me not to keep contacting her, vaguely implying that our paths in life were different. No way… my hopes were fading . The results came out! I only got into the fourth-ranked high school, and only Taipei Commercial College—not even Taipei Industrial College. My parents said it was already good (actually, they were probably a little disappointed), but I knew I hadn't done well, and I didn't dare boast to my sister… No! I had to achieve something. Jiarong, even if you don't want to, I still have to... Let's survey the area first! Hmm... There's still a lot of space on campus, but considering the indoor areas, let's eliminate them all. The bathrooms and changing rooms... No way, there are too many eyes and ears coming and going; it's impossible not to hear the moaning. The equipment area... It's dark and dusty, and the girl isn't really interested in me, so why would she settle for it! There are people in the offices... The classrooms... ...! There's hope! ... But after wandering around, I found there was no way up. The locks are all cross-shaped, and I don't know how to open them. Besides, I can't ask Jiarong to climb in with me! ... Give up! Don't mess with her... No! I can't... I went back to the vicinity of the gymnasium and finally found a good place. There's even a shower room here... I opened the lock on the second-floor iron door. It's probably closed because there aren't many students during summer vacation. I quickly and meticulously tried to win Jia Rong over. Even if she wasn't particularly interested in me, I still deliberately approached her, offering her drinks and occasionally sneaking a hand-hold when no one was around. She wasn't very resistant; we'd known each other for two years, practically classmates, and since I visited her during summer vacation, I'd mostly teased her with lively banter. Jia Rong was naturally quite outgoing, so there was less of a barrier between us. Sometimes I'd even tell her some off-color jokes, subtly giving her a positive impression of sex. That day, Jia Rong had just defeated a new opponent and was very happy. We sat down to catch our breath, and I told her we'd have a good celebration later. I secretly asked her if girls felt uncomfortable during their periods. Jia Rong shyly replied that they did, and when she was in a bad mood and physically unwell, she usually lost. She scolded me for asking such a thing (though she had ulterior motives). I said, "Then you must not have been like that today, otherwise how could you have been so good!" Jia Rong blurted out without thinking, "Yeah, it's only been a few days... I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I've never been able to beat this senior . " "Senior must be on her period... no, she's in a slump..." "Who said that! It's your technique that's good, right?" Jia Rong laughed smugly and continued rambling. After a few tens of minutes, Jia Rong said she was going to take a shower and go back to rest, so she started packing her things. Suddenly, I pulled her to the stairwell to whisper something. Actually, as soon as no one was around, I hugged her and started kissing her. "Mmm... um... I hate it!... Ah... no..." Jia Rong was terrified and kept resisting, but I still kissed her several times. Finally, she glared at me, asking what I was doing. Didn't I say she was only in junior high school and wasn't even someone she admired? She was already very angry but didn't dare to make a scene. Then I pulled her upstairs, opened the iron gate, and said there was a shower room here too, and pushed her in. Jia Rong wasn't willing to go along with my wishes, so I insisted that washing here was fine too. We locked the iron bolt from the inside to the washroom, and I half-forced her to take off her sportswear. We were both naked, and I immediately grabbed soap and a towel and started washing her. Jia Rong had never done this before, so she was panicked and didn't know how to handle it. Finally, thinking I wouldn't go too far, she grabbed the soap and washed herself, then forcefully pushed me out.

It's okay! Anyway, there are so many rooms, I'll just use another bar of soap to wash more thoroughly... Then,
as soon as Jia Rong finished washing, only covering her chest with a towel, I hugged her. Startled, she quickly dodged around to the bench to get dressed, but I pushed her down onto the bench and started kissing her again. Luckily, I immediately spread her thighs and pressed down on her lower body, otherwise, with such strong kicks, I would have been sent flying.
To be honest, Jia Rong was already trembling with fear, so I naturally became gentle, slowly kissing her face and lips. I rubbed against her like this for ten or twenty minutes, slowly dispelling her fear. Then, regardless of whether she wanted to or not, I directly slipped down and licked her vulva (women's breasts are very sensitive and disgusting when they don't want to).
Oh... such a clean slit... only a few sparse, soft pubic hairs. I parted her labia and licked and kissed everywhere. Jia Rong seemed to be electrocuted and quickly lost most of her strength to resist. It felt so good! The tongue so seductively licked the cleft of her penis, slowly sliding along her vulva, sometimes hooking the clitoris and circling it. Jia Rong unconsciously began to moan,
"Oh...no...you can't touch other people's...hum...no...ah...it's so strange...Mom said...that girls shouldn't let others touch them here...but...but why does it feel so good...hum...hum..." It
really felt strange! Luckily, I was gentle and patient, slowly licking her vulva. Jia Rong started to enjoy it and gradually forgot her inhibitions. Her lower body secreted sticky, slippery lustful fluid, which further enhanced the charm of my tongue skills. Soon, I was enjoying Jia Rong's vulva immensely, and my lust was rising. Without thinking twice, I grabbed my penis and pressed it against her vulva, starting to rub it.
"Oh!...Oh!...Seeing a boy's...him...Hmph!...How can I...Ah...No...I'll be beaten to death by Mom...Hmph..."
"Sizzle...Sizzle..."
"...Hmph...What a sound, you lewd god...Oh...Oh...I...I...I'm so sad..."
"Your vulva feels good, doesn't it, Jia Rong's vulva? Today I'm going to let you enjoy it properly to celebrate beating your senior...I'll celebrate with Zheng Long's penis."
"No...no...humph...it's so annoying...what should I do...how could we be connected...no...oh...why does it feel so good down there...oh!...ah...you're kissing my grandma...oh...ee..." She was
already in a daze. Only then did I start licking her breasts and sucking on her nipples. With my double attack from above and below, Jia Rong moaned incessantly, almost unable to hold back. My penis rubbed harder and harder, constantly thrusting into
this innocent little beauty's clitoris. I fucked and pounded.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going crazy...oh! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die!humph!humph!..."
I came! Jia Rong, experiencing her first orgasm, struggled to enjoy the strange, cramping pleasure. Her vagina contracted repeatedly in climax, and she lay dazed and limp, letting me continue kissing her lips
…
“…Oh no…please don’t go in, I’ll be beaten to death, I’ll be too ashamed to face anyone…”
Jia Rong hadn’t lost consciousness. As I tried to move and thrust at her entrance, she was quickly startled awake by the stinging sensation, pleading,
“Please…no…” Actually, I was also undecided. This hesitation caused Jia Rong’s eyes to well up with tears, and her whole body trembled with fear. Naturally, this prompted the righteous side to rise up. Finally, I pressed against the entrance, supporting Jia Rong’s lower body, and didn’t move anymore.
“Yao Zhenglong…please let me go…please!”
“…”
“If Jia Rong doesn’t want it, then I naturally won’t force her…” Actually, she didn’t want it at all! She didn’t even want to touch me! Jia Rong, as if she had escaped a disaster, quickly got up and tried to get dressed. I reluctantly stroked her breasts and genitals before we both got dressed. I hadn't even ejaculated yet! But I shouldn't be too demanding, after all, I didn't want to corrupt her. I asked her to do my services
, and we rested under the shade of a tree on campus, holding hands. Jia Rong was still very uncomfortable, trying to pull her hand back several times, afraid that I would pick her up in broad daylight again. At that moment, she was like a shy little girl, but also seemed to not want that. I hadn't rested yet, so I sent her home early. I stood watching Jia Rong enter the gate from afar without turning my head...
I went to see her at school again the next day, but she didn't come today! She didn't come for the next two days either. I didn't give up and waited. Finally, I saw Jia Rong's figure, but when she saw me from afar, she walked very slowly, very slowly. That hundred meters was really long! Seeing her somewhat depressed, and realizing she hadn't practiced, the two returned to their alma mater to chat.
"Yao Zhenglong, let's not see each other again..." "
..."
"I'm afraid you really..." "..."
"That's...too much. Who knows when you'll mess around with someone again, and maybe my virginity will be taken away for no reason."
"If, I mean, if we could just talk and joke around like before and be classmates, that would be fine, but now I feel very uncomfortable seeing you, and I can't concentrate on practicing. I think I told you before that I only want to focus on school, but the other day you kissed me like that, it really scared me to death, and...and you even dared to touch my private parts with your...that thing..." "
...Our situations are different. I'm studying physical education, but you're going to college..."
I felt very sad, and my hand unconsciously let go. Despite having "created" the opportunity myself, Jia Rong was still young (as was I), and she couldn't accept this fact.
"I knew you'd say that, that's why I didn't let you in that day, otherwise you'd be mine already," I forced a smile and joked with her, but it wasn't very funny.
"...Yao Zhenglong, you're not angry, are you?" That's what I should be asking
... A bright sky and a gloomy heart...
The
forest wants to hold onto the wind, rustling and singing, the cicadas know my heart, the wind stops and the sun shines
...
No! It should be:
Fallen
flowers have no intention of following the flowing water, the flowing water has a heart that loves the fallen flowers; the fallen flowers do not fall and do not stay together, the flowing water please become a river! This metaphor is a bit inappropriate, she's a bud about to bloom
! But my heart was churning
, and I couldn't think of a better way to replace it. Actually, the original wasn't like this, but it's more fitting after some revision. I remember my original version was: ……………………………………………………………………………………………… The
fallen flowers yearn to follow the flowing water, but the flowing water has no heart for the fallen flowers; the fallen flowers don't wait for a long stay , the flowing water only flows down the river…… ...

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