Q and I are 14

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I've been really bored lately.
For some reason, the internet at home is so slow it's almost unbearable, and the Sydney summer is fast approaching,
making me feel lethargic.
Lying on the big bed in the attic, staring at the sloping ceiling, I feel like a
salted fish .
Sigh, if only Sister Q were here, I sighed and thought of Sister Q.
Sister Q is an old friend of mine, about 5 or 6 years older than me. We've known each other for many years.
Back then WeChat hadn't been released yet, and everything was still QQ. Driven by hormones, I registered
a QQ account to look for "springtime stories."
I was really audacious back then. I sent private messages to each female member in the QQ group, asking to be added as
a friend. The messages were roughly: Hello, I'm also a friend in Sydney. Sorry to bother you. I especially
enjoy licking and kissing a girl's delicate clitoris. If there's a chance, I hope we can chat.
Please forgive me if this is offensive
… You can imagine how much abuse I received.
But then someone replied with a dumbfounded QQ emoji (0_0), and you probably
guessed it, that person was Sister Q.
That's how Sister Q and I connected.
Sister Q's online name is actually four characters, but I'll just use "Q" for now.
She lives in a large city in southern China, but resides in Sydney mainly for two reasons: one is to fulfill her
residency requirement for immigration, to obtain permanent residency, and the other is to take care of her child, picking him up and dropping him off at school every day.
She and her husband live apart year-round, and you can imagine the hardships they endure.
Fortunately, Sister Q has a relative in Sydney, and they keep in touch, helping each other out.
I'd been chatting with Sister Q for quite a while, and we finally arranged to meet at the library in the S district.
She returns books to the library every week and borrows a few new ones for her child.
I value punctuality highly, so I drove there a good half hour early.
Sitting on a bench near the library parking lot entrance, I watched the cars coming in. Just
before , a white Honda pulled up, and a young woman wearing sunglasses sat in the driver's seat.
I figured it must be Sister Q. And
I was right! A short while later, the woman walked towards me from the parking lot, smiling.
I was genuinely surprised; I hadn't even been sure if she was Sister Q yet, and she was already walking towards me.
I got up and walked towards her, tentatively greeting her, "Hello, are you Sister Q
?" "Hello..." Sister Q nodded politely, and that's how we made contact.
To the disappointment of most viewers, my first meeting with Sister Q unfolded and ended in a peaceful and friendly atmosphere
, without any dramatic developments. But
that's to be expected. We met at the library. After Sister Q returned her books, we sat and chatted for a while on a bench behind
the library , and then went our separate ways.
A week later, Sister Q and I arranged to go for a walk in Olympic Park.
Luckily, she had relatives there, so she could temporarily entrust her child to them. Her relatives also had
children , who were happy to have playmates and had no objections to Sister Q's outing.
What's there to walk around in Olympic Park
? Actually, there is. I deliberately led our walking path
deeper into . The path near the river bend was flanked by gnarled aquatic bushes. Avoiding a few terrifying
spiderwebs, we reached the end of the path.
There wasn't much scenery here, but there was a 3-4 meter high observation tower. From below,
the shrubs obscured the view of the tower's interior, but I was delighted—this was it! So I suggested
we go up and see the view.
Sister Q exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of view can you get from up here
?" But she still followed me up. Just as Sister Q said, there was really nothing to see from up there except for the tangled bushes
.
"Why don't you stand here and look?" I suggested, holding onto the tower's railing.
She stood where I was, holding onto the railing.
By this time, I had moved behind her. After she secured the railing, I embraced her from behind. A
faint , gentle scent of rouge wafted towards my cheek. Sister Q's body was supple; I felt like I was holding a
soft marshmallow.
But the marshmallow feeling quickly vanished. Although Sister Q sensed something I was about to do, we weren't that familiar with each other
yet , and she was momentarily surprised, her body stiffening and becoming awkward.
I, of course, felt her stiffness; that wonderful, soft feeling disappeared instantly. My
embrace naturally became abrupt and stiff.
At that moment, the atmosphere was truly awkward.
"Isn't this a bit too hot…?
" Sister Q's words made our situation even more awkward. I also felt a bit embarrassed; I still lacked experience
.
But I didn't let go. Suddenly, I lowered my head and licked her left earlobe with my tongue.
Q-jie trembled slightly, remaining motionless. The delicate fragrance of her rouge-pink cheeks intensified
, but I had no time to savor it, for I was holding her soft earlobe in my mouth.
I gently licked and sucked her earlobe, then curled my tongue around it, giving it a light
suck… a signal that I could proceed boldly.
I murmured boldly, one might say shamelessly… my left hand slowly caressed her
lower abdomen , while my right hand moved upwards, embracing Q-jie's soft breasts.
Above, I closed my eyes, murmuring as I intensified my tongue's caresses. My tongue was
no longer content with licking Q-jie's earlobe; it extended out, roaming and exploring inside her ear canal, then curled
up, drilling into her ear like a wet, hot drill. At that moment, I gently and slowly exhaled a deep
breath .
A surge of heat shot straight into the depths of her ear, and Sister Q let out a trembling moan
, collapsing into my arms.
I, too, was lost in the moment.
My arms, which had been holding her, had shifted positions; my left hand kneaded Sister Q's full, tender breasts, while my right hand reached
deep into her lower abdomen, caressing her most mysterious and delicate area…
Even through her clothes, the stimulation was intense enough; Sister Q writhed, suppressing
her moans.
Yes, despite our passion, we remained vigilant. This was, after all, a public place.
Although there weren't many people, it didn't mean no one would come!
Speak of the devil, and he appears.
A foreigner; an adult with two children, riding bicycles on an adventure.
Luckily, we heard the children's commotion in time. Upon hearing the noise, Q-sister and I immediately
regained our composure. Before the child could climb up, we had already tidied our clothes, leaving no trace.
However, our excited mood was interrupted. We smiled and greeted the foreigner before climbing down the tower.

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