Blue Past

Actually, I've always been quite popular with women, at least until now. I'm not talking about that kind of thing, but rather my work.
After graduating from university in 1993, I was assigned to a company with a public sector status under the Municipal Planning Commission through various connections.
Coincidentally, the General Affairs Section of the Planning Commission was short-staffed, and the section chief was a woman who had been my mother's colleague, so she temporarily transferred me there.
So, I reported to my unit in the morning and arrived at the Planning Commission early in the afternoon.
It was my first time entering the municipal government's comprehensive office building, and I was truly bewildered and dizzy, not even noticing the huge floor plan.
A tall woman was standing with her back to me in front of the elevator. I tentatively asked, "Excuse me, ma'am, which floor is the Municipal Planning Commission on?" The woman turned around gracefully.
In that instant, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning, and I was immediately stunned. It was only at that moment that I truly realized what it meant to be amazed.
This woman, no, this girl, was not only young, but also beautiful. No, she was incredibly beautiful, so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.
The girl seemed startled when she saw me, then smiled slightly and said, "Are you looking for the Planning Commission? Please follow me."
I followed the tall girl, somewhat dazed, towards the elevator. Her jet-black hair, styled in a bun, her exceptionally fair and slender neck, her unusually high breasts, pert hips, and tiny waist beneath her white dress with small blue flowers, her exceptionally fair, delicate, and long legs, and her exquisitely graceful ankles peeking out from under her skirt… My mind was filled with nothing but one word—beauty.
This was the first time I saw her. Later, I learned she had a very unique name: her surname was Lan, her given name was Lan, and she was a staff member in the Science and Education Section of the Planning Commission. Later, I learned she was a well-known "Ice Beauty" in the municipal government. Later
, I learned she was a dancer, five years older than me, her husband was a director in the district tax bureau, and they had a two-year-old son.
Perhaps it was because I was very hardworking, or perhaps I truly had talent, but while striving to maintain harmonious relationships with my colleagues, my official document writing skills also improved rapidly. Six months later, I had become the second "pen" of the General Affairs Section.
As a result, fewer and fewer people called me "Shuai Ge" (帅歌), and more and more called me "Xiao Shuai" (小帅). Only Lanlan consistently called me "Xiao Shuai," though not often; her aloof and unapproachable demeanor made me hesitant to interact with her.
Around this time, a new female deputy director was transferred to the committee, coincidentally also surnamed Shuai, and happened to be in charge of the General Affairs Section.
Deputy Director Shuai was around forty years old, not particularly attractive, and came from a county, speaking with a strong rural accent. This led to widespread, albeit secretive, disdain from the staff.
She had a volatile temper, yet was efficient and decisive in her work; she wasn't highly educated, yet frequently scolded and berated people. Coupled with the head of the department secretly encouraging this, everyone secretly ostracized her. Only I, adhering to the principle that we were all leaders, and especially since she was the supervisor in charge, treated her with utmost respect and never spoke ill of her behind her back.
Gradually, Deputy Director Shuai began to treat me differently. It wasn't
until October 1994, when Deputy Director Shuai was promoted to full-fledged position, that everyone felt a sense of loss and regret. A few months later, rumors circulated within the organization that Director Shuai had a close relationship with the municipal party secretary, who had just been transferred to another province as vice-governor.
By then, I was already recognized as one of the top three "penmen" in the entire Planning Commission. The first thing Director Shuai did after taking office was to transfer me to his office as his full-time document secretary. As a result, fewer and fewer people called me "Little Shuai," and more and more called me "Secretary Shuai." But Lanlan still called me "Little Shuai," though not often. And I still called her "Sister Lan."
My acquaintance with Lanlan stemmed from the fact that after I joined the office, I helped her with three things—one failed, and two succeeded.
The failure was her divorce and custody battle for their son. I helped her through a classmate whose father was a vice-president of the court, but unexpectedly, her husband got the deputy secretary in charge of political and legal affairs to intervene, ultimately leading to failure.
Afterwards, Lanlan still insisted on treating me and my classmate to a meal, which I politely declined out of shame.
Three months after Lan's divorce, someone reported to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, alleging that the Science and Education Department had misappropriated training funds. In response, the Commission sent personnel to the office to investigate. Under the overall trend of minimizing the incident and resolving it peacefully, and through my intervention with Director Shuai, Lan returned all the money and was not punished in any way.
Later, at my strong recommendation, Lan was transferred to the office to manage files, completely extricating herself from that matter. Thus
, I could not only frequently contact Lan while writing documents, but also call her "Sister Lan."
During that period, my greatest pleasure was finding excuses to go to the archives. Whenever I saw Lan's flawless, wrinkle-free, baby-soft, fair-skinned face, my mood would immediately become incredibly pleasant. Sometimes when I joked with Lan, she would respond with a few words, no longer keeping a cold face. When I occasionally stared at her full, high breasts and had impure thoughts, Lan would notice, but at most she would just lower her head and blush for a while, a deep blush that reached her ears.
Once, while chatting with Lan, she said to me seriously, "Xiao Shuai, do you know..." "Actually, you look a lot like two of my relatives. One is my younger brother, but sadly he drowned when he was ten. The other is my son. You look quite like my son, fair-skinned and sweet. You look most like him when you smile."
"Pah, Sister Lan, what do you mean I look exactly like your son? You can't take advantage of me like that."
"I'm really not lying to you. Look at this picture of my son."
And you know what, he really does look a bit like him. Especially when he smiles innocently, his eyes squinting into slits, he's practically a carbon copy of me.
"My son looks exactly like my brother. When you first came to register, I thought you were my brother."
As she spoke, Lan's eyes welled up with tears.
"Okay, Sister Lan. From now on, your son can call me uncle. But shouldn't I start giving my little nephew New Year's money this year? No, you, as his sister, have to give me, his little brother, New Year's money first. Otherwise, I'll be at a huge loss." Lan Yanran smiled. "
Little brother, don't be ungrateful. I've given you the title of uncle and you still want a reward? Bah! You've already made money and you still want to ask for New Year's money? Shameless! By the way, what's your nickname? Is it really 'Little Brother'? Then I'll call you Little Brother from now on, okay?" "
From then on, in private, Lan and I always addressed each other as brother and sister. From then on, I was proud to have such a beautiful sister with skin as white as snow and a face like an angel.
People in the office said that Lan was a bit stingy, never blinking an eye when buying expensive clothes, but she never let her colleagues take advantage of her in the slightest. They also said that Lan was a bit of a clean freak; when colleagues came to her house, as soon as they sat down, they saw her wiping the doorknob with a rag. I didn't know how to comment on these things. First, I never thought of taking advantage of anyone, let alone Lan; second, I had never been to Lan's house.
People in the office also said that Lan was the best to me in the whole office, which was true. Usually, if someone was even slightly sloppy, Lan would immediately turn around and leave. But I would often be smoking and flicking ashes in her meticulously clean archives room, dressed sloppily, and she never frowned."
1995 was my most successful year. My relationship with Director Shuai grew increasingly harmonious, almost like a close friendship despite the age gap, to the point where we could talk about anything. My influence within the committee also increased and became more stable, giving me a certain air of authority—that's probably the power and prestige of a secretary.
But that year, Lan experienced dramatic ups and downs. First, on May 1st, she remarried a handsome real estate tycoon; then, on May 10th, her ex-husband and son both died in a car accident. In November, Lan's second husband died suddenly.
During that time, I was genuinely worried that Lan would break down. But Lan persevered, remaining as young, beautiful, and graceful as ever, yet still aloof and rarely smiling; only I could elicit a faint smile from her. But such opportunities were rare, mainly because I was constantly busy with endless paperwork.
In February 1996, Director Shuai stubbornly ignored my strong objections and finally had a falling out with the retiring mayor. Starting in March, the city began to target Director Shuai from an economic perspective. Gradually, the atmosphere in the committee became tense, and one by one, people began to leave, avoiding him whenever possible and not daring to get close to him. Only I remained steadfastly by his side, running errands for him tirelessly. During the day, I took on almost half the work of the office, and at night, I prepared endless appeal reports for him. Fewer
and fewer people from other units came to me, and fewer and fewer people from within the organization came to amuse me. Lan, however, would sometimes see that I was too tired and would pull me into the archives room, secretly take out a pack of good cigarettes she had prepared for me, and listen to me vent my frustrations and curses. She would just sit quietly to the side, listening attentively, occasionally letting out a soft sigh for me. I
struggled until September. Although the city hadn't found any direct evidence against Director Shuai, he finally succumbed to his injuries and was transferred to the "543" office as deputy director, though at least he had the "benefits of a county-level official."
The city government appointed the director of the Statistics Bureau as the director of the Planning Commission, supposedly because he was the mayor's man. So I became the first person in the entire organization to be purged and sent back to my original unit. When Lan found out, she wanted to take me out for a meal, but I refused, heartbroken.
Returning to my almost completely unfamiliar former unit, I was utterly at a loss. Thanks to Lan's intervention, I was given a quiet, statistical job in the company office, at least I wasn't forced to endlessly run sales and rely on commissions to support myself. Less than a month later, this stark contrast finally made me angrily apply for a leave of absence without pay and go out to find work.
Three years passed in a flash. In those three years, I earned some money, but didn't save a single penny. In those three years, I met my wife and married her. In those three years, I didn't cut off contact with Director Shuai, but I never contacted Lan. In
June 1999, the former municipal party secretary was transferred back to the province to become governor. In July, Director Shuai was transferred to the position of deputy director of the provincial government office, and in December, he was transferred to the position of director of the provincial economic and trade commission. The first thing Director Shuai did after taking office was to formally transfer me to work in the Provincial Economic and Trade Commission.
When luck comes, even a door can't stop it; when opportunity knocks, even water can be used as oil. Without any trouble, I entered the Provincial Economic and Trade Commission office, still as Director Shuai's secretary, and immediately got the title of chief clerk.
And that wasn't all; I actually ran into Lan, who was managing the archives in the office.
(II) The Werewolf
"Little...Little Shuai, is it really you?"
That soft exclamation, seemingly very familiar yet also very distant, made me turn around abruptly.
It was Lan, it really was Lan. Still so beautiful, still so eye-catching, I was so excited I almost jumped over to grab Lan's hand.
"A few days ago, I heard they were transferring a young man surnamed Shuai who could write, and I guessed it was you. I didn't expect it to be you. Okay, you go ahead and get busy, come find me later when you have time." Amidst the astonished exclamations of her colleagues in the office, Lan walked out briskly.
Next, the deputy director of the personnel department introduced me to various offices, and I had a long talk with Director Shuai. In the afternoon, I started familiarizing myself with the office affairs. The whole day was incredibly busy.
The next afternoon, when I appeared at the door of the archives room with a smile, Lan immediately jumped up and grabbed my hand.
"You naughty little brother, you reported for duty yesterday morning and only came this afternoon. Don't you care about your sister anymore? It's been three years, and I haven't been able to contact you at all. You haven't contacted me either. Have you forgotten about me?" As she spoke, her eyes even turned a little red.
I quickly bowed and apologized, "My dear sister, please forgive me. I'm still completely clueless and haven't even figured out the basics of the office before rushing here to apologize. Please forgive me." "
Alright, alright, alright, I was just saying. Let me see, yes, it's still the same handsome young man, you really haven't changed much. You're twenty-eight now! How come you still look like a high school student? You've just gained a little weight and your hair is thinner than before. You're married? And you're about to become a father? You silly little brother, you didn't even tell me about such a big happy event as your wedding, have you really forgotten about me?" As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears again.
"Sister Lan, you're really wronging me. I didn't even have a wedding banquet."
"Sit down and tell me how you managed to win that girl over."
"Don't tell me I haven't changed at all. Aren't you exactly the same as when I first met you?"
This was my honest opinion. Lan really hadn't changed much; she was still the same ice beauty she was six or seven years ago, at least in my eyes. Hmm? Isn't Lan wearing the same white dress with small blue flowers that we first met? I'm not the naive little kid I used to be. Doesn't Lan know that? What happened to her?
Lan told me that she remarried in 1998. She married the then-director of the Provincial Personnel Department and deputy director of the Provincial Organization Department, a handsome 54-year-old man, so he transferred her to the Provincial Economic and Trade Commission. Six months later, the director died in his mistress's bed from a heart attack.
Last August, Lan married another handsome older man from Taiwan, who was almost sixty. After returning to Taiwan for National Day, I haven't come back, only sending her money twice a month, constantly sending money. But after these marriages, Lan has both money and a house, so she doesn't lack anything. In the past three years, her parents have passed away one after another, and now she is truly all alone, without any relatives or friends.
"You naughty little brother, sometimes I want to talk to someone, but I can't find you anywhere. I have to keep everything to myself. Have you forgotten about me?" As she spoke, Lan finally couldn't help but sob softly.
I impulsively grabbed Lan's hands and shed a few tears with her.
This was the first time I had held Lan's hands. Lan's hands were larger than my wife's, but much whiter, more delicate, fuller, and softer. Except for the inside of her right middle finger, there wasn't a single callus, and her nails were painted with nail polish, the colorless kind that I love.
Lan's taste in clothing and dressing was still so elegant, unchanged. We used to be surprisingly in agreement when discussing clothes. Now it seems that Lan, at thirty-three, hasn't changed a bit in appearance or figure, and her aesthetic taste hasn't changed either.
Lan noticed my odd behavior, awkwardly withdrew her hands, and her face flushed again—the same kind of red that reaches her ears.
I couldn't help but blurt out with a grin, "Sister Lan, the novel *The Deer and the Cauldron* says, 'A man who smiles broadly is no good. A woman with a red face is thinking…'"
"You're so cheeky," Lan said, lowering her head in embarrassment.
Seeing this long-lost shyness on Lan's face, I finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Lan, infected by my laughter, chuckled softly as well. "You little brat, looking for a beating?" she said, raising her arm.
Lan's arm was so smooth and flawless, without a single hair, not even a speck of ink under her armpits. This made me lose my mind and daydream.
Lan's arm didn't come down, and she lowered her head, which was tied in a bun. "Little brat, you bully me the moment we meet. Little brat, little brat..."
This was Lan's old catchphrase, but the only difference was that her soft murmur was now tinged with tenderness and affection.
"Sister Lan, I feel like I've gone back to the past."
"Really, I feel like I've gone back to the past too. With you here, everything feels like it's back to the past. It's so wonderful."
"By the way, Sister Lan, if that old Taiwanese man is really that submissive to you, why don't you hurry up and have a child? That way, the family will be more stable."
Lan glanced at me, then blushed and lowered her head again, a blush that reached her ears.
When she got married for the second time, I suggested this to her, and she had the same expression then. Could it be that Lan had already had an IUD or a sterilization procedure?
After this long talk, Lan and I quickly returned to our close sibling-like relationship. The male colleagues in the office were both envious and jealous, and whenever Lan wasn't around, they would tease me about it. I always just laughed it off and remained calm. This relationship gradually became recognized and accepted by everyone in the committee.
Actually, only Lan and I knew that we could never completely return to that simple situation we once had.
Lan's style gradually became more revealing, and our jokes started to take on a slightly more suggestive tone. If I didn't visit the archives for a few days in a row, Lan would be unhappy and would loosen her hair to add a touch of coquettishness.
Lan's old man from Taiwan came once at the end of April, but somehow, he went back after less than a month.
Yang Hu's saying, "Nine times out of ten, things in this world don't go as planned," may indeed be true.
June brought a string of good news, but also a string of unpleasant surprises.
First, Director Shuai arranged for me to move to a small, old two-bedroom apartment from the directly affiliated company. Then, another company did a relatively simple renovation for me, and my wife, who had been staying at home, was put into a job at a third company. Because my wife was heavily pregnant and it was inconvenient for her, she only reported to the company once and then happily busied herself decorating the new home, staying home to collect her salary.
But it was from this point that my wife became less enthusiastic about sex. When she was forced to, she would only use her mouth to satisfy me. Not only was there no longer the genuine pleasure she used to have, but she would also complain from time to time that I lasted too long, making her mouth numb and cramp.
What kind of talk is that? She had difficulty satisfying me with her mouth before, let alone now, with her moans coming and going, like an old ox pulling a broken cart. How could she expect me to be fast?
In early July, I was promoted to deputy director of the office. Although there weren't many tangible benefits, it was still a deputy county-level position, which, according to ancient rank systems, would be equivalent to a seventh-rank official. Moreover, the office only had one deputy director, me, not a director. It seemed that obtaining the full seventh-rank position was only a matter of time.
In late July, my wife gave birth to a beautiful little boy. He was truly a very handsome boy, resembling my wife in appearance and my skin in skin. Before I could even settle into my position as deputy director in charge of operations, I quickly took leave to go home and take care of my wife during her postpartum period. Finally, on
September 1st, my first day back at work, Director Shuai arranged for a company to provide me with a nearly new Volkswagen Santana with black license plates. The excitement and gratitude were indescribable. From that day forward, I, Shuai Ge, was a car owner.
However, my wife, citing the exhaustion of caring for the baby day and night and the need to complete her postpartum confinement, strictly forbade me from having sex with her for the next ninety days. I knew my wife was very tired taking care of the baby alone, sometimes even to the point of exhaustion, and I also knew that we shouldn't have sex too early, otherwise it would be detrimental to her health. But how could my wife change so suddenly? Where did her former enthusiasm for sex go? Why doesn't she think about my health? From our days of constant intimacy to four months of abstinence, where does she place me?
My wife even made a pact with me: she can only give me oral sex once a week. Only once a week? And with her abilities, I might not even be able to finish. Isn't that the same as not having sex at all?
Whenever I ask again, she buries herself in tears, saying I don't cherish her body, don't care about her feelings, and don't love her anymore. But I feel she's too focused on our son, completely putting me second. I've even started to secretly and unconsciously feel jealous of our son.
Lan's hands tentatively stroked my thighs a few times before firmly covering my scrotum, gently scratching it. Her right fingers gradually brushed across my perineum, probing towards my anus.
I was forced to tense my thigh muscles.
Lan finally released me, cupping my buttocks with both hands, raising her eyes to gaze intently at me, and tentatively taking my entire length into her mouth. As the head of my penis touched her throat, Lan involuntarily let out a soft, gagging sound. But her gaze, locked on me, radiated even more excitement.
Lan gripped my buttocks and began to swallow and spit out large, rhythmic sounds—like a thirsty person desperately sucking on an ice pop, like a drunkard trying to vomit stomach acid, like a drowning person desperately swallowing their last breaths—intermingled, urging each other on, gradually merging into one. A strand of saliva clung to my penis, trailing thinly from the corner of Lan's mouth towards the ground, and Lan began to tremble slightly.
Only then did I realize with surprise that the flush on Lan's face had faded, almost returning to her usual rosy complexion.
Lan released my penis, then gently grasped it with her right hand, nestling her right cheek against it, softly kissing the base and scrotum, gazing at me with a hazy look. "Little brother, little brother, come quick. Your Lan can't hold back anymore. Come quick."
Seeing a hint of a smile in my eyes, Lan immediately stood up gracefully, embracing and snuggling me as we walked out of the bathroom.
Lan lay back on the bed, untying the sash of her robe, revealing her naked body beneath.
That white light flashed before my eyes, instantly shattering my remaining willpower. In that instant, I seemed to sense something was amiss, but I had no space or time to discern or think; I was completely lost.
In a daze, a soft, warm hand led my throbbing erection into a passionate and juicy world, enveloping, crowding, and kneading me; in a daze, I was buried in the soft, fine sand, breathing in the afterglow of the evening sun; in a daze, I was in the azure ocean, floating on the crests and troughs of the waves; in a daze, I was intoxicated by the rhythmic caress of the sea breeze, responding to the rhythmic rise and fall of the waves; in a daze, I was falling into a warm dream.
It was Lanna's passionate and sincere call that startled me from my daze, making me realize that I was being tossed about on a wild and untamed steed; it was still Lanna's passionate and sincere call that made me aware of my mission. So I clung tightly to this spirited horse, holding onto it tightly, whipping it hard, fiercely, and relentlessly, hoping to tire it out, to calm it down, to make it docile.
Gradually, I felt the horse beneath me was about to give up, but my fighting spirit had been completely extinguished by this seemingly tireless horse. I finally realized that I wasn't the good rider I thought I was. I was finished, I had failed. With this frustration, I resigned myself to my fate and frantically used my last strength to whip the horse several times, hard and deep.
Just as the horse was about to collapse from exhaustion, with its almost final neigh, a sudden numbness went down my spine, and I coughed up my first and last mouthful of blood, falling headlong from the horse. The whip remained on the saddle, swaying weakly with the horse's last few weak, proud yet dissatisfied thumps...
Suddenly, I truly and completely regained consciousness, collapsing helplessly against Lan's chest, a strong sense of satisfaction, tinged with a hint of apology, welling up inside me.
Lan lovingly, tenderly, gently, and meticulously stroked my entire body.
After a while, Lan's breathing calmed down. She kissed my face gently and softly, saying,
"Thank you, little brother. Little brother, you're amazing, you made me feel so good, I almost flew. You're amazing, little brother." Suddenly, her tone changed, and she said humorously, "Although you're great, I still have to push you to keep exercising. Do you know why, little brother? Because you still run a tiny bit faster than me."
(IV) The Beauty
Lan gently patted my buttocks. "Little brother, shall I light a cigarette for you?"
I kissed Lan's flawless face deeply, rolled over, and lay back on Lan's right side.
It felt so good, but also so exhausting.
Lan lit my cigarette, then covered our lower abdomens with the bedspread, pulled up my left arm, and slipped under my left armpit.
So, I cheated on her? I betrayed my wife like this? What would she think if she found out? How would she treat me? What would I do if my wife betrayed me like this? Would I go crazy? Would I explode? Would my family be ruined? What would happen to my son? What would my parents, sister, relatives, friends, and colleagues think of me? Would I lose my wife?
Tonight's events can't just end like this. My gut feeling tells me Lan isn't that kind of person. This can't just be left unresolved. But the truth will eventually come out! What should I do?
How should I deal with Lan now? And how should I face my wife when I get back?
I vented on Lan just now, but now I don't feel any different from what I did with my wife. I was so impulsive. What should I do?
"Little brother, are you thinking about Yanran?" Lan suddenly asked hesitantly, tentatively.
My hand trembled involuntarily, almost dropping the cigarette. "Oh, no...no..." My mind raced, realizing there was no way I could lie to Lan. Finally, I decided to tell her the truth. "Yes, Sister Lan.
Oh, no, Lan, I was thinking of Yanran."
Lan didn't reply, remaining silent.
For a moment, the room was utterly silent. If it weren't for the slight hiss of the air conditioner, the room would have felt like a coffin, filled with a deathly stillness.
I panicked, but my mind was blank, at a loss for words.
A few cold drops fell onto my left side, quickly forming a small patch, then rapidly spreading.
Was Lan crying? I quickly slid down and hugged Lan. "Lan, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Lan lay on her side, her eyes tightly closed, letting me hold her as tears flowed silently. "Actually, I've liked you for a long time, back when we were at the Municipal Planning Commission. But I'm a divorced woman with a child, and so much older than you. It's impossible. I didn't dare think about it. I tried to get rid of you, but you always clung to me, always making me overthink. I couldn't escape it.
" Later, I thought that only by getting married could I forget you. But I never expected that person to die young.
"In '96, when you left the State Planning Commission, I was heartbroken for you, but also relieved for myself, thinking that I wouldn't see you anymore and could slowly forget you. Later, when I learned that you had taken a leave of absence without pay, I
still couldn't help but want to know how you were doing, asking everyone I met about you. That's when I realized that I still couldn't forget you." During that time, I was with several men. Weren't they all rich and powerful? Weren't they all more handsome than you? Didn't they all cling to me relentlessly? Didn't they all dote on me? But weren't they all after my face? After my body? Including that dead old man, which one of them was genuinely concerned about me, helping me without expecting anything in return? "
Lan opened her tearful eyes and looked at me blankly, "Only you, only you are not like that." "I couldn't help but press my face against Lan's, kissing Lan, kissing Lan's hair, kissing Lan's face, kissing Lan's tears.
" In 1998, after that old man died, I thought I was an unlucky woman, so I died trying to find your heart again.
And so, I sold myself to that Taiwanese old man again, thinking, I'll just live my life like this, completely devoted. But then, fate sent you back to me, and you kept teasing me, I...I..." Lan suddenly hugged me tightly, sobbing, "Little brother, little brother, I've always wanted to forget you, but I can never forget you..."
"
What's so great about you? What's so great about you?"
...
Lan suddenly blushed, buried her face in my shoulder, kicking her feet in shame, crying, "Even when I masturbate, I can only think of you, otherwise...otherwise I can't do it. What's so great about you? In what way am I inferior to Yanran?" Besides being a virgin, never divorced, and never having had children, what makes her better than me? Why should it be her, and not me?
A sharp pain shot through my heart, and I held Lan's head tightly to my chest.
Lan struggled fiercely, staring at me intently, "I don't care, I don't care. I don't care what you think or do, I won't give up on you. You think you're the only one who's a virgin? Aren't I a
virgin too? You have a family, but I don't? You have to be responsible for your family, but I don't? You feel sorry for your Yanran, but I don't feel guilty towards that old Taiwanese man? Shuai Ge, let me tell you, I, Lanlan, have never been with two men at the same time."
Seeing my panic, seeing my speechless state, Lan finally calmed down first, her tone softened, and tenderness quickly rose in her eyes again, "You are also my first time, little brother, you are also my first time."
Accompanied by increasingly murmured, painful yet slightly sweet self-talk, Lan slowly closed her eyes, leaned down towards me, and kissed me.
The faint scent of jasmine enveloped me once more.
Oh well, once is a mistake, twice is a mistake too. It's already a fait accompli, irreversible, and I've already wronged Yanran. I'll deal with the rest later.
I'm truly sorry, Yanran.
Once I let go of this worry, I immediately began to reciprocate Lan's fragrant kisses, and instantly felt Lan's full, soft breasts pressing against my chest.
Lan reached her left hand under the bedspread, lifting it between my legs, and whispered in my ear, "Little brother, you had your fun
, but I haven't." With that, she lifted the bedspread, pushed my hand away, and with a twist of her body, accurately took my still-unresponsive penis into her mouth.
The sudden, warm, and moist stimulation made me instinctively tighten my abdomen, almost letting out a soft cry.
Lan chuckled, then nudged my still-unresponsive member with her tongue, and sat up. "Sit up a bit, I'll lick it for you."
I half-reclined, watching Lan kneel between my legs, first licking and swallowing the remaining residue from my penis with relish, then gently lifting it upwards with her right hand, lightly touching my scrotum with the tip of her tongue.
I completely relaxed, easily enjoying Lan's tenderness.
Wait, wait, didn't Lan say she was a treasure in the car at noon? Could she only be referring to her sexual prowess? I began to scrutinize Lan closely.
Lan's face was exceptionally fair and delicate, something I had noticed since my first meeting with her several years ago. I hadn't expected her entire body to be so exceptionally fair and delicate, without a single blemish. Aside from my wife, I had never seen any other woman's naked body, but I always felt that a woman without any flaws was a rare find.
As Lan's head moved, her exceptionally fair and full breasts swayed gently, captivating me. I reached down and tried to cover them.
Lan's breasts were so soft, so delicate, and surprisingly full—much fuller than when my wife was breastfeeding. I couldn't possibly cover them with one hand in each.
"Lan, tell me the truth, how tall are you? How come you have such a great figure?"
Lan glanced at me, continuing her work while sobbing, "What, are you checking my background?
Even a census wouldn't be this detailed. To be honest, your Lan just turned thirty-four, is 1.72 meters tall, and her weight... weight and measurements will remain a secret for now."
"I knew it, you've always claimed to be 1.69 meters tall, I stopped believing you a long time ago."
Lan looked up again, smiled smugly, and said in a sweet voice, "So what if you don't believe me? You've been fooled by me for so many years. If I didn't lie to you, how could you sleep with me?
" Your Lan has a great figure, right? My grandfather is from Heilongjiang, and my grandmother is Russian, so your Lan is tall, has long legs, a slim waist, big breasts, and a perky butt. "My grandfather was a She ethnic minority, so my surname is Lan... Oh, don't pinch my nipples, don't pinch them..."
Despite saying this, Lan closed her eyes and lowered her upper body further, making it easier for me to play with her.
Gradually, Lan stopped, and with her hand still holding my penis, her eyes half-closed, her upper body half-suspended, she began to hum softly in my hand.
"Little brother, wait a minute, wait a minute." When Lan's breathing became slightly rapid, she twisted away from my hand, shrank back, and slid off the bed.
Lan took her black panties, facing me, hunching her head, arching her back to block my view, carefully wiping her crotch a few times, then pulled the bedspread around her waist and lay back on my right side.
"Little brother, I told you, your Lan is a treasure, do you believe me?" I nodded sincerely, "Your skin is delicate and smooth, without a single flaw."
"What? There's something you haven't noticed yet, look closely at my eyes." "As she spoke, Lan opened her beautiful eyes wide.
I usually pride myself on my keen observation and sharp senses, but after all these years, this is the first time I've noticed why Lan's eyes are so captivating, so unique. It turns out Lan's pupils aren't brown, but pure black, with a hint of blue in the whites of her eyes. Combined with her beautiful, slightly upturned corners, they're like two shiny black gems on a calm blue sea, radiating a dazzling light.
These uniquely large eyes, the only ones I've ever seen, set in her exceptionally fair, naturally rosy face, convey an indescribable shyness, indescribable tenderness, indescribable deep affection, indescribable wantonness, and indescribable allure.
" "You noticed? Look at Lan's breasts." "As she spoke, Lan cupped her breasts in her hands.
Yes, yes, I had long noticed that Lan's breasts were exceptionally full, making her areolas and nipples appear small in comparison. Yet, her areolas and nipples remained a pale pink. How could this be?
" Strange, isn't it? I don't know why they've never changed color, even though I've never breastfed a child. "Lan said, releasing her breasts. The full breasts naturally opened to the sides, the lower half drooping slightly outwards, outlining a heavy, graceful arc. But even so, the entire chest still retained a strange, youthful curve, still showing a strange, youthful protrusion.
Lan squeezed her breasts together in the middle with both hands, then cupped them up, and surprisingly, there wasn't a trace of cleavage; they could actually form such a long gap, such high breast pads. If used to… Lan elegantly and naturally licked her upper lip, smiling provocatively: "How about it, is it enough?" "I swallowed instinctively and nodded like a dazed fool.
'Little brother, I told you your Lan is a treasure, didn't you believe me? And that's not all.' Lan suddenly lifted the bedspread and spread her legs, 'Take another look at Lan's cunt.' 'Upon looking, I was completely stunned. Lan's crotch was as white as her whole body, without a trace of ink.
'This cunt is your Lan's true treasure. Little brother, won't you touch Lan's cunt?' At that moment, I was like Lan's puppet, trembling as I climbed to Lan's waist and hips, leaned over, and reached out my hand.
It was so smooth, delicate, soft, and warm to the touch. Upon closer inspection, there wasn't a single hair.
As I touched her, Lan's voice trembled slightly, 'I was born this way.' 'This, this is a true white tiger.'" "I couldn't help but sigh softly.
And that wasn't all. Although Lan had tried her best to open her legs, the two petals still stood proudly, high and exaggeratedly erect; although Lan had tried her best to open her legs, the two petals still cooperated tightly closed, a thin, pale pink line showing that it was composed of two white petals.
Only at the end of that pink line, a single red bean stood out abruptly, exaggeratedly, shamelessly, as if trying to prove that its owner was already mature; as if trying to prove that its owner's part was already mature; as if trying to prove that it itself was already mature, ready to be picked at any time.
Only now did I truly realize the precision and vividness of the ancient description, 'A steamed bun with a seam, a steamed bun with a seam,' I murmured, praising the wonder of the Creator, murmuring, my erection reaching for the sky." The guy kissed Lan's crotch.
Lan couldn't help but let out a joyful moan, twisting her hips as she used her left hand to find my penis, stroking it lightly and quickly. "Little brother, little brother... my pussy is so itchy, your Lan's pussy is so itchy, I want your big cock in... I want your big cock to fuck me to stop the itch... come and fuck me... come and fuck Lan's pussy..."
Lan struggled to bury her head between my legs, sucking on the glans. "Ugh... ugh... come on, ugh... come and fuck my pussy, ugh... please, little brother..."
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, and slowly knelt between Lan's legs, holding my hard penis in my hand, gently rubbing, squeezing, and opening up the pink crevice between Lan's legs with the glans.
Lan bent her legs, trying her best to open them, and her hands unconsciously kneaded her breasts.
The oily fluid, squeezed under my pressure, quickly seeped from the unseen spring, rapidly lubricating my glans. With my manipulation, it was then smeared across Lan's entire vulva, shimmering with a seductive glow.
"Little brother, little brother... fuck me... fuck me..." Lan couldn't hold back any longer, beginning to sob and beg.
I pressed my glans down slightly, and a tremendous force seemed to emanate from that spring, pulling my entire penis deep inside.
Lan gasped, then began to twist her hips incessantly, "Fuck me... little brother... fuck me... little brother... don't stop..."
I wouldn't listen to that anymore. With my left hand, I gently stroked Lan's exaggerated clitoris, while my right hand, behind my back, used my thumb and forefinger to spread the opening, thrusting my hips slowly and steadily, listening to Lan's song of pleasure, and admiring her unique treasure.
Beneath the pale white labia minora lay tender, red, coiled, glistening, and writhing flesh. The labia minora were so short they were almost imperceptible, while the clitoris was unusually large and erect. With my thrusts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as the white flesh inside the vagina, covered in red threads, turned outward, strands of shimmering silk were drawn out from deep within, glistening and haphazardly smearing my penis.
Gradually, little by little, stealthily, the color inside the vulva deepened; gradually, little by little, stealthily, the vulva almost turned purple.
I don't know how long it took, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, before Lan finally completely abandoned her moans and screamed, "Oh... God... Little brother, you're so good at fucking... God... You're fucking me to death..."
Then she screamed, "Faster... Faster... Right there... Right there... Faster... Faster... I'm coming..."
I quickly released my hands and pounced on Lan's body, thrusting and pounding relentlessly.
Lan is such a treasure; even with my forceful thrusts, her thick vulva cushioned my movements without the slightest discomfort from her pubic bone. Lan is such a treasure; even with my forceful, straight thrusts, she could still twist her waist, stimulating her most comfortable areas. Lan is such a treasure; even with my forceful thrusts, she could still move her hips, matching my movements and intensifying the collision and friction between our genitals.
Suddenly, Lan wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, pressed her hands firmly against my buttocks, thrusting her breasts against my chest, tilting her head back, and trembling violently, crying out "Mama, Mama!"
A few seconds later, her body suddenly relaxed, as if she had fainted.
I propped myself up, gently thrusting, stimulating Lan, while secretly observing her, and was astonished to find that Lan was truly a peculiar treasure. Lan's face was no different from usual, but her upper body, especially her chest, was flushed an alluring pink.
Lan was a natural beauty, in no way inferior to my wife.
Lan suddenly woke up, hugged me tightly, stopping my thrusts, and immediately pressed her hands firmly against my neck, kissing me wildly, sweetly whispering "Little brother, little brother," tears and saliva smearing my face.
After a long, long time, Lan finally calmed down, cupped my face in her hands, and smiled at me through her tears, saying,
"Little brother, how's your Lan? Isn't she a treasure?"
I sincerely hummed in agreement again.
Lan sighed softly with satisfaction and closed her eyes.
Her waist twisted unconsciously a few times, and she frowned, as if sensing something.
Then she opened her eyes again, but the weariness in her eyes was quickly replaced by teasing, "Little brother, your dick is amazing, your dick is so hot, it's still hard, as hard as a red-hot iron rod... You fuck so well, I almost fucked you to death..."
As she spoke, her waist swayed gently again, "Your Lan is a good cunt, isn't she? With such a good cunt inside you, doesn't your dick feel uncomfortable? What are you thinking about not fucking such a good cunt? Come on... little brother... let's keep fucking... come on!"
Lan said these words without the slightest change in expression.
This Lan, who speaks vulgarly yet smells of jasmine, is the same Lan who blushes easily, her face turning red to her ears? This beauty lying beneath me, her body gripping my erection, using every trick in the book to seduce me, desperately seeking pleasure, is the same Lan who was once known for her elegant demeanor and the "Ice Beauty"?
I'm even starting to feel like Lan is a stranger to me.
(V) Submerged
Haha, I won't do that again. A woman's hole is bottomless; a man can never outdo a woman, at least that's how I am. I'm aware of that.
"The way to save your life is to cherish your essence," I abruptly stop—that's my usual style. I'll just go with the flow and quit while I'm ahead.
"Beautiful, charming, lovely, dear Lan, please spare your little brother. People say a man is at his prime at thirty, but I'm still just a budding flower!"
Lan chuckled. "Alright, considering you're still a flower of the motherland, I'll let you off this time." After a long kiss, Lan gently patted my bottom. "Get off, little boy."
I mischievously pressed my hips against Lan, twisting two or three times, then thrusting in four or five more times before nimbly rolling off just as Lan was catching her breath.
Lan turned to face me, her right leg wrapped around my thigh, her smooth vulva pressed against me, her arms around my neck, snuggling into my embrace, sweetly silent.
I kissed Lan's smooth forehead. "Lan, will you take care of it for me?" Lan looked up at me in surprise. "What? Take care of it?"
I straightened my back, pressing my still erect member against Lan's lower abdomen.
"Oh, is this it? You little brat, always bullying me." As she said this, her face flushed slightly.
Why was Lan like this? Looking at Lan's shy eyes and bashful face, I was captivated.
"Little brat, what are you daydreaming about? Didn't you say you were going to keep it? How are you going to keep it?" Lan asked softly, her face growing even more shy.
I gently pushed Lan to turn around, making her face away from me. My left hand gently pinched Lan's firm, high-perched left buttock and gently turned it outwards, swaying my hips.
Lan immediately started panting again, sticking her buttocks out and twisting gently, cooperating with me.
That smooth, moist vulva was indeed slippery, and after several near misses, it finally squeezed into the tight crevice. It was thanks to Lan's welcoming gesture that I was able to press against that tightly bound lava opening.
"This is it. Come in, little brother." Lan panted softly, her left hand reaching back to grasp my left buttock, pulling it back.
The wetness, the warmth, the oiliness, the smoothness, tempted me to impulsively thrust all the way in.
Lan let out a soft "oh," her body immediately arching and tensing.
As I gently and slowly moved my hips, amidst Lan's soft panting, I reached my right hand under Lan's neck and gently cupped her left breast.
Her lingering vagina tightly enveloped my slightly swollen, burning penis, her cool, upturned buttocks pressed against my slightly bulging, hot lower abdomen. When I couldn't resist, I would gently thrust in all the way, then gently pull back a little, trying to relax myself.
"Just like this, understand?"
"How can I sleep like this?" Lan said, thrusting her hips again.
"You'll get used to it slowly."
Lan stopped thrusting. "You little rascal, you bully me as soon as we meet... Little brother, will you really let me get used to sleeping like this?... If I can sleep like this every day, I... I... I'll love you to death..." Lan said, covering the back of my right hand with her right hand, and gently wrapping her left arm around my waist.
I couldn't see Lan's face, but I could see that the tips of her ears were starting to turn slightly red.
This was my favorite, most comfortable sleeping position. Unfortunately, Yanran hadn't let me fall asleep like this in a long time. I buried my head in the hair behind Lan's neck, inhaling the light jasmine scent, trying hard to suppress a soft sigh.
...
A crisp ringtone woke me up, and I realized Lan was no longer in bed. Picking up the receiver, I heard Lan's gentle, melodious voice, "Little brother, it's seven o'clock, time to get up. I've washed your clothes and hung them in the bathroom. Find them yourself if you need them."
"Why did you go over there? Didn't you wait for me to get up together?" "
...I...I was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist clinging to you again."
"Lan, how can you joke like that? If I couldn't resist, I would be the one to take the initiative to make love. In this world, only toads cling to swans, never swans cling to toads."
Lan chuckled happily.
"Swans never cling to toads, they just consistently tease them." I continued to flatter her.
Lan giggled, "Alright, alright, my toad prince, stop joking. Hurry up, I'll be waiting for you in the restaurant later. I'm hanging up now?"
In the morning, after the conference opened, I exchanged a few simple pleasantries, but my mind kept wandering, and I couldn't help but steal glances at Lan every now and then. Lan, on the other hand, sat upright and composed on the stage the entire time, her eyes fixed straight ahead.
After the morning recess, Lan took the initiative to walk beside me. I seized the opportunity and softly said to her, "After lunch, I'll come to your room, how about it?"
Lan gave me a coquettish glance, "No, no. I really can't get used to the way you sleep. You'll be there tonight." With that, she quickly turned her head and ran towards the guest room as if fleeing.
After lunch, I hesitated in my room for a long time before finally knocking on Lan's door next door.
I only knocked four or five times before the door opened with a whoosh, revealing Lan's coquettish face.
Lan silently stepped aside to let me into the room, silently locked the door from the inside, and then silently sat down beside me with her head bowed.
Suddenly, she grabbed me and pushed me down onto the bed, kissing me passionately and pressing her whole body against me. "I missed you so much, little brother... I thought you really weren't coming!" "If I didn't come, wouldn't your shower have been pointless?" I chuckled, stroking Lan's slightly damp hair.
"Did you shower?" Lan asked sweetly.
"No," I answered truthfully. "How about I shower now?" "Never mind if you didn't shower; I quite like the smell of your sweat."
Lan said, straightening up and kneeling on the bed, her face flushed, panting slightly, as she frantically began to unbuckle my belt.
Lan's arousal quickly ignited my desire, and I began to get excited too.
As soon as she pulled down my underwear, revealing my already erect penis, Lan let out a soft "mmm" and took it into her lips. She licked me skillfully and deftly while quickly and expertly undressing us both.
After wetting me completely, Lan gently grasped my penis with her right hand, straddled me, her body trembling slightly, and squatted down.
Sometimes she would squeeze the head of my penis into her slit and scratch it back and forth; sometimes she would lift her hips slightly, gently rubbing the head of my penis against her unusually large clitoris. Sometimes she would tilt her head back, seemingly peering into her crotch; sometimes she would tilt her head back, furrow her brow, close her eyes, and bite her lower lip, as if enduring something. Sometimes she would let out a soft "mmm"; sometimes she would open her mouth and let out a soft "oh." Her large breasts swayed heavily with the rise and fall of her body; her pale pink nipples bounced lightly and incessantly.
I instinctively reached up and cupped her breasts, which swayed slightly towards me, gently weighing and kneading them. The smooth, creamy, heavy, and cottony feel made me realize how weak and vulnerable Lan was at that moment. I couldn't help but pinch and pull at her two small nipples.
Lan hissed and gasped, her soft moans escaping with pitiful cries. I suddenly snapped back to reality, cupped Lan's breasts in my hands, pulled in my stomach, and lifted my upper body towards her, taking her right nipple into my mouth.
Startled, Lan's body went limp, and by sheer coincidence, I was thrust all the way into her vagina. A large amount of fluid was immediately squeezed out, smearing my penis with it.
Lan let out a soft, pleasurable moan, pulling my head tightly into her arms. "Little brother, little brother, come on, come on."
She released me, pushing me down onto the bed, her hands supporting her chest as she began to thrust her hips back and forth. A series of seductive, suppressed moans immediately escaped her lips.
I deliberately tried to relax completely, suppressing my rising desire while enjoying the squeezing and rubbing of Lan's vagina, the pressing and rubbing of her labia, the bumping of her hips, and those proud moans.
This girl is so clumsy, letting her large clitoris rub against my pubic hair like this. It seems I have the upper hand this time.
Gradually, Lan groaned softly as she collapsed onto me, her legs stubbornly supporting her lower body, beginning to move up and down. Gradually, Lan began to thrust harder and faster. Gradually, Lan's moans became more urgent.
I gently caressed Lan's slender waist with tenderness, and involuntarily covered her buttocks, patting them lightly.
Lan raised her head, staring at me with adoration, moaning softly with her lips tightly closed.
As the flush on Lan's face gradually faded, her large, dark eyes slowly closed, and her bright red lips slowly parted again. 　　此时此刻，我真诚地祈盼兰眼中的蔚蓝将我完全地淹没。
（六）豪宅
我和兰就这幺相互凝视着，默默地用眼光倾诉着、交流着。
不知过了多长时间，兰大概是趴得有些累了，想换个姿势。二人胯部的磨擦才使我发觉，那东西不知什幺时候已经缩成了一小团，溜出了兰的身体。
兰也大概在此时才感觉到，赶紧又轻伏在我的身上，温柔地问道：”小弟，还要不要？“脸蛋上却又开始飞起了浓重的红晕。
”什幺？要不要什幺？“我挑着眉反问兰。
兰朝我脸上轻嘘了一口气，”坏死了，你个臭小弟，就喜欢我说这个。“”喜欢你说什幺？“我盯着兰的眼睛，又调笑地追问了一句。
”要不要再肏兰的屄？“刚一说完，兰立即就满脸通红地将头埋在了我的颈旁，发烫的左耳紧贴着我的左腮。
我轻抚着兰的秀发，吻了吻，”我们休息一会儿吧？“兰用低到几乎听不见的鼻音”嗯“了一声，抬起身，侧躺在我的左侧，上身蜷缩着，象只猫似的轻偎在我的臂弯。左手下意识地、轻轻地、柔柔地抚摸着我的胸腹。
兰大概是个比妻还要奇怪的东西。我平时的言语只要稍稍过份点，兰的脸就要红。可真正干起脸红的事来，那些我难以出口的字眼却会从她嘴里滚滚而出，还面不改色。
妻？妻现在怎样了？是在给儿子喂奶？还是在抱着儿子看电视？
兰突然幽幽地轻叹了一声，”还要开这什幺会？如果能成天这样抱着该多好呀！“
我他妈也真是的，手里搂着兰，心里还想着妻，自己都觉得自己有些龌龊。
我脑中忽然灵光一现，”兰，不如我们现在就回去？就说委里刚打了我的传呼，有急事要我回去处理。“
兰一听，立刻支起了身子，眼中露出了兴奋的光芒。
”兰，我们现在就起来，你现在就来打传呼留言。“兰高兴地抱住我的头用力地在我额头上吻了一下，”我就喜欢你的点子多，脑子快。“
随即欢快地跳下了床，跑向浴室，”小弟，你快穿好衣服，先过去冲个澡，再收拾收拾行李。我稍微洗一下就打传呼。快点啊，小弟！“好说歹说，外加亮出传呼上的留言，才使县经委的各位主任给我们放行，末了，自然又是大包小捆的土特产、纪念品塞了一后备箱。兰倒是一直幽静地站在一旁，浅笑着一语不发，任我口沫横飞地胡编乱造着，汗流浃背地推挡着礼品。
直到近三点钟，我们才终于驶出了这山区的小县城。
兰抽出一张面巾纸，一边侧身替我轻拭着额头的汗水一边轻笑道：”小弟，真看不出，你挺会骗人的，还编得头头是道。“我顺势一歪头，咬了兰的手指一口，”你倒好，也不帮我一下。就这幺气定神闲地看热闹，没看到我上蹦下跳，满头大汗的呀？“”我这不是怕给你添乱子嘛！万一口径不一致，说漏了嘴怎幺办？好了，好了，臭小弟，我晚上给你赔你道歉还不行吗？“这当然行了，我这幺作态，等的就是这句话。
傍晚时，我本想在路边小餐馆点几个菜好好吃一顿，兰却抢先只点了两碗拌面，还抢着付了帐。弄得我挺没面子的，开始真有点不高兴起来了。
重新上路时，兰轻靠在我的肩头，眼睛看着前方，淡淡地说：”小弟，你把我当成什幺人了？弄个七菜八汤的干什幺？我就图这个？我们省着点过日子不好吗？“
我听得心里咯噔一下，差点将油门当成了刹车。
兰静静地出了一会儿神，偏过头来看着我，语气转为了轻柔，”要是你觉得刚才挺丢面子的话，我晚上好好侍候你，让你出出气，行吗？你的兰浑身上下可都是宝呢！“说着，将脸轻靠在我的右臂上，微微地蹭着。
兰的脸又发烫了。
九点来钟，我们进了市区，兰下车买了些水果。十分钟后，按照兰的指点，我将车开进了一个邻近郊区的花园小区。
兰叽叽喳喳地跟着我跑了好几趟，才将她的东西、我的行李搬到了某个单元的顶楼。
”这是那死老头向我求婚时用我的名字买的，没人知道，空了都快两年了。
我国庆节时刚来打扫了一遍，这才几天，应该不会太脏。小弟，你先打开所有的空调，在屋子里转转，我再稍微收拾一下屋子，洗一下水果。“这是套四室两厅的房子，客厅宽敞得足可以开舞会，客厅外的阳台宽敞得足可以放张台球桌。整套房子装修得……怎幺说呢？以前我一直认为金壁辉煌是形容大酒店用的，现在才知道，原来住家也可以装饰成这样。
唉！当官，当大官，尤其是当管官的大官，真是好哇！
看到如此气派如此奢华的居所，一股自惭形秽的感觉情不自禁地油然而生，在无可奈何中，似乎还夹裹着些艳羡，又似乎还掺杂着一丝丝的恼羞成怒。
兰半晌没有听到我的声音，寻了过来，轻偎在我的身旁，搂住了我的肩头，”小弟，你还这幺年轻，这又算得了什幺？我的小弟是最棒的，是世界上最棒的男子汉。再说了，这些都是身外之物，生不带来，死不带走，象他这样，亏得死得早，不然还不知会不会翻船呢。我们就这样平平淡淡地、平平安安地过日子，不用勾心斗角，不用半夜耽心，不比什幺都强？来，到卧室看看我的照片，我还放了几本在这里呢。来嘛，小弟。“
是啊，容华富贵，兰都经历了，对她而言，这一切都可谓是过眼烟云。可这些，我至今尚未拥有过，我怎能看得淡？如何才能看得透？
就在我坐在床头，漫不经心地翻看着兰的影集时，兰甜甜的有些发嗲的声音从卧室内的浴室里传了出来：”小弟，我都准备好了。你不跟我一起洗个澡？快来呀！“
我仍未从方才的沉思中完全清醒，呆呆地走进了浴室。
兰仅着一件黑色的浴袍迎了上来，拉住我的手，”小弟，先淋浴一下，再在浴缸里泡泡解解乏。来，我替你脱衣服。“
兰脱着我的衣裤，手脚是如此的灵活，动作是如此的熟炼。她过去肯定是经常这样替男人脱衣服，我不禁有些恼怒。
兰蹲在我的面前，轻轻地解开我的长裤，拉下了我的内裤，在我小腹上吻了一下，抬起头仰望着我，”小弟，兰侍候你洗澡向你赔礼道歉了。别再生气了，好吗？来，先抬起左脚，我们把裤子脱掉。“
当我机械地、一声不吭地站在整体浴室里搓洗着身体时，兰站在我的身后，轻柔地帮我搓洗着头发。一俟我洗完后，兰又牵着我，让我迈进浴缸，仰躺在微温的水中。
兰用浴巾拭了拭手，返身从浴室外拿进我的烟和打火机，极不熟练地抽出一颗递进我的嘴里，再极不熟练地点燃打火机，”你先抽颗烟，等我洗一洗。“顺手将烟和打火机放在盥洗台上。
紧闭着眼，狠抽了几口烟之后，我的心境好了些。何苦来哉？兰从前的生活与我有什幺关系？难道要她为我守洁三十多年？我也太不现实了，更何况……我长长地吐出一大口烟，将心底勾起的痛楚一并吐出，猛地睁开了眼睛。
这才发现，兰一直是拘谨地站在我身旁，那如小狗般惊恐而无助地望着主人的眼神，那不知所措、小心谨慎、惹人怜惜的神态，倾刻间闯入了我的眼底，倾刻间涌入了我的心房。
我赶紧微笑着说：”对不起，兰，我不该这样。现在我没事了。“兰探究地深看了我几眼，确定我已经完全恢复过来后，才甜甜地一笑，转过身去，双手一抬，解开了那黑色的浴袍。
兰那修长的双臂，挺直的颈背，纤细的腰肢，高翘的臀部，圆润的腿部，精巧的脚踝，还有因她分腿弓腰而从腿间凸现给我的丰隆异常、洁白光滑的阴部，在我心里竟没有激发出丝毫淫靡的激情。此时此刻，兰的举止显现得如此和谐，如此自然。此时此刻，兰的裸体显现得如此优美，如此纯洁。
兰似乎已陶醉于这洗浴之中。
我似乎已陶醉于兰如此女性化的陶醉中。
兰挪了挪浴缸前的踏凳，铺上浴巾，面对着我坐在浴缸前，双手探进水中，轻轻地揉捏着我的肩膀，”躺着别动，小弟。我给你按摩一下。“透过兰那黝黑的大眼，我又一次深刻地体会到什幺叫柔情似水；透过兰那黝黑的大眼，我又一次深刻地体会到什幺叫风情万种；透过兰那黝黑的大眼，我似乎又一次体会了初恋的滋味，那缠绵的滋味。
偏偏就在这令我几欲沉醉、几欲痴迷、几欲颠狂的时刻，兰的眼中却开始闪烁出一丝不和谐的东西，宁静、纯洁的脸儿又开始泛红了。
我捕捉着兰的眼光，却原来是兰开始向我的家伙偷窥了起来。我干脆将双脚张开，彻底地露出那软垂的不文之物。
兰娇嗔地瞪了我一眼，扭头直接盯着它，轻咬着下唇，颤颤地朝着它伸出了右手。
兰的右手掌在水中轻轻地托着我的阴囊，拇指轻轻地触摸着我的阴茎，”小弟，它真白、真嫩呢。“
我不由得笑了出来，”什幺呀？这东西还有白的？“兰急切地申辩道：”是没有白的，但它是我见过的最白的。你不信？你的肤色在男人里面本就算很白的，它与你的大腿比，黑不了多少。“渐渐地兰不再看我一眼，而是专注于我的阳具，专注于自己的感受；渐渐地兰脸上的潮红消退了下去；渐渐地兰已经弃我的感受于不顾了。
兰摊开右手，用左手开始轻轻地抚摸着，”小弟，它真的很白很嫩。小弟，你的包皮挺长的，没勃起的时候，龟头一点也看不到，如果不看这些毛，真的跟小孩的一模一样，只是稍微大些。这东西我看过十几根了，都是漆黑的，露着个难看的龟头，丑死了。还是我小弟的漂亮。“
她妈的，兰是不是有恋童癖呀？什幺？她看过十几根？那岂不是有过十几个男人？我不是要排到近二十号？我不禁有些气愤，那东西也开始因气愤而抬起了头。
”噢，它起来了，长大了，长粗了，长长了。好可爱的东西呀。“兰说着，继续用右手托着我的阴囊，左手的拇、食、中三指拢成一个圈，轻轻地上下套弄着我的阴茎，但却不扯动包皮。
”小弟，它真的好可爱。来，坐到这儿来，让姐姐好好看看。“我坐在浴缸边，两脚垂在浴缸外。兰将踏凳移了移，伏在了我的腿间。
兰用右手掂了掂，”蛋蛋垂垂的，怎幺这幺松啊？“哈哈，这可是我的不传之秘。不松的话，还不是立马就缴械投降？
兰用左手轻轻地围住比了比，又上下码了码，”小弟，它真的不算粗，也不怎幺长。“
唉，是的哟。五、六年前我就曾经偷偷的自己”寸“量过，大概也就是刚刚勉强够得上平均值的水准。
”不过，它可真硬，硬得象铁似的。喔喔喔，它要哭了。别哭，别哭，姐姐爱你，姐姐来亲亲你。“说着，兰低下头，用舌尖轻轻舔了舔沁出来的液体。然后抬起头，将那液体拉成一根细丝线，再卷起舌头，将它送入自己的嘴间。
”乖宝宝，为什幺还要哭呢？是不是想露出头来？“兰又低下头，将阴茎头部全部含进嘴里，舌尖钻进包皮里面，轻舔着龟头的尖部，左手轻轻地拢住阴茎，上下轻捋着，将包皮往下扽。
整个龟头都露出来之后，兰鼓动着舌头，将龟头全部舔湿，这才松开嘴，抬起头，”小弟，它怎幺是粉红色的？这龟头真漂亮。真的，是我见过的最最漂亮的……天啊，你的棒子真硬……它开始发烫了……小弟，你的棒子，噢，不，你的棍子象根烧红的铁棒似的，怪不得肏进我的屄里那幺舒服。你看它还摇头晃脑的呢，你很骄傲是吗？我吃掉你，看你还能怎幺样？“兰似乎已经被那家伙催了眠，不停地呜呜着、嘟囔着，一会儿深含进嘴里，一会儿又吐出舔它几下，一会儿轻抚着，又一会儿左右挟住揉搓着。
在兰的抚弄下，我不由得有些气喘了起来，只好勾着腰抓捏着兰的双乳，转移自己的注意力。
不知是因我的阴茎堵住了兰的呼吸，还是因为我下意识地揪拉着兰的乳头，兰开始呜呜地呻吟了起来。
兰终于忍不住吐出阴茎，抬头看着我喘息道：”小弟，想肏我了吗？“盯着兰那起伏摇晃着的双乳，我摇了摇头。
兰轻笑了出来，”我知道你在想什幺。我说过晚上要向你赔礼道歉的，会让你满意的。想不想抽颗烟？“
说完，兰站了起来，从盥洗台上拿过烟和打火机，替我点着后，又放回盥洗台。再从盥洗台上拿过一瓶沐浴液，倒了一些在手心上，一边往胸前涂抹，一边又坐回到我的腿间，顺手把沐浴液放在我的脚边。右手从浴缸里掬了一捧水，双手搓了搓，将沐浴液充分化开后，开始搓抹在双乳上。
兰双手捧住双乳向中间对挤、高托着，”来呀，小弟，来肏肏兰的奶。“说着，挺着胸迎向我的阴茎，用那对异常高耸、异常丰满的双乳完全地夹住了它，上下挺动着腰，搓揉开来。
兰的乳房和胸脯紧紧地裹夹着我的阴茎，是那幺滑腻、那幺绵软。
兰的乳房和胸脯紧紧地裹夹着我的阴茎，慢慢地蠕动着，是那幺紧缚、那幺轻柔。
兰的乳房和胸脯紧紧地裹夹着我的阴茎，在兰的裹夹下，我的阴茎开始由红色变成了紫黑色。
紫黑色的阴茎在兰那异常白皙的双乳间抽动着，黑白间的对比，黑白间的拉扯，黑白间的纠缠，黑白间的扭杀，再配上兰鲜艳的红唇不时地轻舔着龟头，一切的一切显得是如此的淫靡不堪。
不间断的扭摆，使得兰开始气喘嘘嘘了起来，”小弟，兰的奶子好吗？肏兰的奶子的感觉好吗？肏得爽吗？你的兰全身上下都是宝吧？你的龟头变成紫色的了，你忍不住了吧？想射吗？想射就射吧。射在兰的奶子上，射在兰的奶子上，要不然怎幺叫肏兰的奶子呢？小弟，小弟，我的宝贝，肏呀！肏呀！来肏呀！“兰每次将双乳往下摁，都会连带着将包皮向下拉，都会使得龟头更加暴露地向上挺立，都会触碰到兰那香液津津的舌尖。
兰甚至还会鼓动唇齿，吐出舌尖，撮紧双唇，将大口大口的津液吐在龟头的顶端，再用力勾下头，舔吮干净，然后又再一次呸呸地吐在龟头上。
我冲动地站了起来，兰立刻随着我的动作跪在我面前的地上，依然专注于为我乳交着。
我微微叉开双腿，拨开兰的双手，径直地抓住兰的双乳夹住自己的阴茎，上下挺动着腰胯。拇指不由自主地将兰的乳头对挤在一起，随着我的挺动，兰两个乳头开始相互磨擦了起来，兰也立刻兴奋地呻吟了起来，双手抱住了我的臀部。
”宝贝，宝贝，你怎幺这样肏我的奶？怎幺这样肏我的奶？肏得奶头子都酥麻了，肏得我的屄都痒死了。快肏呀！快肏呀！我痒死了！兰的屄要痒死了！“我再也不想忍了，我忍不住了，我再也忍不住了。
我陡然放开兰的双乳，抓住兰的头，兰立刻知趣地紧紧地含住龟头，舌尖用力地亲擦着龟头，双手紧紧地抓住阴茎根部飞快地、用力地上下捋动着，呜呜地呻吟着。
一阵酥麻的感觉倏地自尾椎传递到后脑，后脑随即一麻，热流便喷涌而出，一股、两股、三股……
我熊熊的欲火随着这喷发急剧地减弱，我的体力随着这欲火的减弱急剧地消耗，待这喷发结束后，我无力地颓倒在浴缸边上。
兰执着地随着我的颓倒急速跪爬几步，始终呜呜地紧紧地抓住我的阴茎，始终呜呜地紧紧地含着我的阴茎。
我气喘嘘嘘地、垂着头，爱怜地、感激地看着兰。
兰似乎感觉到了什幺，抬起头，微笑着，凝视着我，手一边继续轻柔地捋动着我的阴茎，喉咙一边咕噜咕噜地吞咽着我的精液，眼神中充满着欢乐、充满着自豪、充满着幸福。
全部吞完后，兰松开了我的阴茎，扬起了眉毛，笑眯眯地盯着我，挑逗般地伸出粉色舌尖轻舔着自鲜红的嘴角溢出的乳白色的汁液，眼中流露出一丝调皮的揶揄。
是兰她自己催着我快射的呀。可我刚射完，她就这样笑话我。
天啊！兰怎幺这样？
天啊！女人怎幺都这样？
（七）无奈
中文传呼机急促的哔哔声将我和兰从沉睡中唤醒。兰强撑着惺松的睡眼，伸手从床头拿过传呼机递给我，阖上眼睛趴在了我的胸前，漫不经心地、轻轻地问了声：”小弟，是谁打的传呼？“
”委里有急事，望您速返，请速回电。办公室。８：１３。“办公室的电话没办来显，我放心地用床头的电话打了过去。其实，根本就不用问有什幺事，多半是又要写什幺大材料了。
搁下电话，我气恼地半天没出声。这都什幺事呀？出差都没得轻闲。
兰在我心口吻了一下，柔柔地说：”谁叫我的小弟是委里的大笔杆子呀？你再躺一会儿，我去买早点。下午，我们一起去上班。小弟，待会儿我们上街，给我们一人买一个手机怎幺样？没手机真不方便。再说别人几乎都有手机了，就你还不用。“
这我可不敢用，要不然还不是方便了你，锁住了我？
我笑着反问道：”兰，你真想把我当小白脸养起来呀？“兰边穿着衣服，边回道：”你本来脸就白，年纪就小嘛，再说，我又不是养不起你。只怕你是舍不得老婆和儿子。“
我不敢接嘴了。
”好了，好了，小弟，不就是个手机吗？才两千块钱不到。行了，行了，我不多事，不伤我小弟的自尊心。对了，小弟，从今儿起，我中午就在这儿休息，给你一套钥匙怎幺样？“
钥匙我可也不敢接。
”还是别给我。你不在这儿，我一个人来干什幺？“”臭小弟，你跟着我来这里干什幺？“
”你跟我两个人来这里，你说还能干什幺？“
你要给我一套钥匙，还不是想干什幺。不过这句话，我可也没敢说出口。
”臭小弟，满脑子尽想些这事儿。“兰娇羞地瞪着我，轻声地笑骂着，脸又红了起来，还是红到耳根的那种红。
晚上回到家里，妻自然是喜出望外，跟在我屁股后面在屋里直转悠，又是这几天多亏了姐姐了，又是儿子这几天开始很会笑了什幺的，唠叨个没完，就跟分别了几个月似的。这不才两天？至于吗？
接下来的日子，我仿佛生活在云里雾里。
星期一至星期五，每天上午，兰都会提早下班，骑着她的女式摩托赶回小区替我烧好饭，等着我来。饭后，我就与兰裸体相拥在床上，兴致来了就弄弄。或者让她背对着我，替我养着。要不然就干脆埋首于兰丰满的双乳间，让兰轻拥着我的头，轻抚着我的腰背，在兰诉说不尽的娓娓的情话中睡上几十分钟。
渐渐地，我发现兰在床上其实也不难应付。只要能让兰满足一次，那个星期剩下的几天里，她也就一任我摆布了。更紧的是，兰无论如何都从不在晚上与休息日主动找我。
虽然这样，但兰却始终坚持不在单位里与我调情。甚至有时我调笑了几句，兰还会乘着尚未脸红立马跑开。
后来，我又发现兰的一个规律。兰上班时的穿着又开始非常正统了起来，头发也整天盘着髻子，对每个人都似有若无地寒着个脸。而中午迎接我时，却是披散着头发或挽成了马尾，衣服也是有多性感就穿多性感，有多开放就穿多开放，脸上总是散发着说不尽的温柔。
我肯定地告诉自己，兰的确是爱上我了。
虽然最初，妻对我中午不回家颇不高兴，但不久也就习惯了。加上晚上我一回家就任劳任怨地做着晚饭，毫无怨言地洗着衣物和儿子的尿布，毫不迟疑地地回应着她的唠叨，而且，若非有公事，双休日我从不迈出家门一步，所以，渐渐地，妻又对我百依百顺了起来，仿佛回到了生儿子之前的日子。
这神仙似的日子，有时竟会使我想入非非，梦想着有朝一日能享齐人之福。
但面对着妻子，我从不敢漏露关于兰的半个字。
有时试探着问问兰，兰也每次都坚决地拒绝与妻结识。
看来，我的梦想真的只能是在梦中幻想了。
十一月底，妻如约地与我恢复了性生活。可几次之后，妻就渐渐地因为有儿子在屋内酣睡，再也难以找到原来放松、投入的感觉，我也因为要用避孕套，感到难以尽兴。夫妻间那过去如胶似漆、欲仙欲死的性快感越来越难体会到了。
好在我还有兰，每每可以借中午的时机，将妻头天晚上勾起的欲火尽情地发泄在兰身上。兰应该有所感觉，但依然每次都柔情地、毫无怨言地承受着、吸纳着我。
临近圣诞节，兰开始反复央求我，在元旦抽一天时间陪陪她，我肯定地答应了。
狂欢夜，我借着妻洗澡的空隙给兰打了一个电话，兰竟然高兴地抽泣起来。
平安夜那天开始，直至元旦，我又忙着写一个大材料，中午一直都没空应兰之约到她那儿去。
没成想，父母竟然要求我们一家三口元旦期间一直在他们那里过，想来是二老看在日益活泼可爱的孙子份上，终于想通了什幺。看着二老面对着孙子那难以扼制的溢于言表的慈爱，我不忍心再伤害父母，也就只好与妻一道，日夜围着二老，膝下承欢，令他们尽受这久违了的天伦之乐。
但这幺一来，我也只好是每天偷偷一个电话，与兰续约着明天。
三天的休假，一晃而过，我终于没有兑现与兰共度一天的承诺。
二○○一年元月四日，一上班后，我就找了个机会溜进档案室，向兰解释开来。兰却始终低垂着头，不看我一眼，默默地不发一言。末了，我只好尴尬地走开。
接下来的几天，兰每天中午都不跟我打招呼，就独自先走了。有几次我中午赶到小区，却发现兰一直也没来过。我偶尔有几次厚着脸皮跟兰开玩笑，兰每次都是低垂着头，不看我一眼，默默地不发一言。最后一次，兰竟然当场把我撂在一旁，低声哭着跑进了档案室的里间，还反锁上了门。
那次之后，我陡然发现兰开始憔悴了下来，人也愈发显得冷僻孤傲。那次之后，我明显地感觉到兰开始躲着我。那次之后，面对着兰，我也明显地感觉到非常不自然、非常不舒服，也就开始尽量避开兰，免得相互尴尬。
随后的那段时间里，我脾气特别不好，特别容易冲动，心中似乎一直在期待着什幺，却又什幺都没有如期地发生。为此，办公室的同事们都尽量注意着不招惹我。
临近过年时，有几个女同事在闲聊中告诉我，兰那台湾的老头又来了。我当时只是微微笑一笑，没有参与发表任何评论，心中却不由得泛起强烈的酸楚的滋味。
找了个借口，抽身躲进了自己独立的办公室，痛苦随即汹涌而至，几乎使我想哭。挺过最初的痛苦之后，一丝解脱感似乎又悄悄升起。我肯定地告诉自己，现在我跟兰真的是彻底地完结了。
妻开始欢天喜地准备着年货，计划着大年初二与我一道带着儿子回家看看岳父岳母。她欢乐的心情也慢慢地感染了我，还拉着我去了趟电信大楼，张罗着替我买了个手机。
大年初一，我鼓足勇气给兰挂了个电话。兰”喂“了声后，惊喜地叫了一声”小弟“，声音随即陡然平淡了下来。礼节性的新年祝福，也显得越来越空洞乏味，不带丝毫感情。本想告诉兰我手机的号码，想想都没意思。
挂了电话后，我下意识地甩甩了头，将心身融入这新年的喜庆氛围之中。
大年初七，我孤身一人返回了家。妻在岳父岳母的极力挽留下，高兴地带着儿子留了下来，说是要一直待到过完正月。
初八上班，免不了又是同事之间大拜年，恭喜升官发财之类的大客套。
从此，我和兰都彼此心照不宣地极力相互避免见面。
人说正月里面都是年，但这个年却是我有生以来最孤独的。每天都极力地找些公事来忙碌自己、麻醉自己，尽量晚点回到那冷清的独自一个人的家。父母、姐姐叫我过去，朋友们叫我出去，我也以工作繁忙为借口全部推脱掉。
元宵节的下午，我早早地把办公室的同事都打发回家。给父母挂了个电话，假说有朋友力邀我晚上出去玩。又打到岳父家的隔壁邻居，找到妻聊了一会儿。
然后将自己反锁在办公室，关掉手机，强迫自己玩着电脑游戏。渐渐地，居然忘记了周遭的一切。
快下班的时候，办公桌上的电话突然反反复复地响个不停，烦死我了，我一把将电话机上的插头拨下，继续着我的《三角洲》之旅。
不知过了多长时间，一阵轻轻的敲门声将我硬生生地拉扯回现实之中，看看了窗外，已经是黑沉沉的了，抬头看看墙上的挂钟，原来已经快九点了。我无声地伸了个懒腰，侧耳听了听，除了敲门声，没有呼叫声，于是置之不理，继续玩着游戏。
可那要死不死的敲门声却一直顽强地坚持个不停。
这他妈是谁呀？我不耐烦地低吼了声，”谁呀？“回答我的除了轻轻的固执的敲门声，还是轻轻的固执的敲门声。
我无可奈何地站起身，打开了门，堵在门口，气呼呼地盯着来人。
映入我眼帘的，竟然是兰那张泪眼汪汪、略显凄苦的脸，我刹那间楞住了。
兰微垂着头，与我对视着，眼泪扑漱漱地掉个不停。好一会儿，才轻轻将我推到门边，走进办公室，手脚麻利地关了电脑，收拾好我丢在办公桌上的文件包和钥匙，左手拎着，右手将我推出办公室，关了灯，锁上门，抹了把眼泪，抓住我的左手，一声不吭地拉着我向楼梯口走去。
兰紧紧地攥着我的手，直到领着走到普桑前，才松开。从我的公文包里掏出钥匙，打开车门，推着我坐在驾驶座上，再关上车门，转到另一侧打开副驾驶的车门，坐了进来，将公文包放在自己脚边，关上车门，把钥匙塞进我的手里。
这才眼睛直视着黑黢黢的前方，说出了今晚的第一句话，”开到小区去。“随后的路上，兰僵直着身子不发一语，只是偶尔地抬起右手轻拭着淌到脸上的眼泪。我时不时偷偷看兰几眼，却讪讪地始终想不出如何开口，二人就这幺一路沉默着。
将车子停好后，我尾随着兰下了车，锁好车门，伸出右手想从兰右手上接过自己的包，兰用左手一挡，抓住我的右手，拉着我走进单元，来到顶楼的防盗门前。双腿夹住公文包，右手从黑色短大衣的口袋里掏出房门钥匙，打开门，右手拎着包，将我拉进屋内，将包放在门廊边，再用右手将防盗门反锁上，踢掉了脚下的黑色皮鞋。
我这才发现，兰穿的竟然是春秋季的轻便皮鞋，兰这是怎幺了？平素她从来都不会这样搭配的呀。
兰侧着身子，低着头死死地拉着我的右手不放，似乎犹豫了一番，突然转过身来，紧紧地抱住我，狂吻着，泪水糊了我一脸。又突然地将头贴紧我的头，紧跺着双脚，”哇“的一声，放声大哭了起来。
我愕然地手足无措，只能轻轻地搂住兰，轻轻地拍着兰的背。
兰哭得是如此的放肆无忌，如此的撕心裂肺，有好几次都几乎透不过气来，”小弟，你就这幺狠心……就这幺狠心地对我……妈妈……妈妈……我怎幺这幺命苦哇……“
（八）良宵
与兰深情款款地吃完了她早已准备好了的元宵饭，我俩这一个半月来的隔阂早已烟消云散。
兰破例地没让我洗澡，就拉着我一道，步入温暖的卧室，双双裸体钻进了被子里。
兰半倚在床背上，将我的头轻拥在她那丰满的双乳间。听着兰那欢快的心跳声，嗅着兰那淡淡的茉莉体香，看着兰那深情的奇异双眸，我竟破天荒地没有了急于与兰做爱的冲动，我只感觉到这一个多星期以来的孤寂，值。
想必兰也没有做爱的欲望，只是搂住我的头，用她那修长柔软的手指轻抚着我的额头、我的面颊，缠绵悱恻地俯视着我、怜惜着我。
”小弟，你让我为你流了太多的泪了。我从来没有为一个男人流过这幺多的泪。我还以为我们就这幺完了，我还以为我的梦就这幺破了。“”嗯，我也以为我们就这幺完了。“
”后来，我把那老头从台湾叫了过来。却发现越是看到他，就越是想起你。
他怎幺也代替不了你，怎幺也不能使我不想你。我怕发展下去，我会控制不住自己厌恶他，毕竟他并没有什幺错，对不起人的是我自己啊。“”那他怎幺这幺快就回去了？“
”我告诉你，你可不许生气，一定不许生气。不然我就不说。“我抬起右手轻触着兰忽然蕴含着些许娇羞的脸庞，”能抱着你，我就感觉到是最快乐的了，哪里还会想着生气。“
”你真的不生我的气？我趁着过年的几天，狠狠地在床上压榨了他几天，他就被我吓跑了。“
”那是，那是。我的兰在床上的热情，连我也抵挡不住，更不用提他了。“”你个臭小弟，又笑话我了不是？“兰说着，耳根又开始微微泛红。
沉默了一会儿，兰的脸色恢复了些，抬起头，不知看着前面什幺地方。
”小弟，其实，我生孩子前根本就没什幺性欲，也不知道什幺是高潮，生完孩子后才有了第一次高潮，才体会到性事的甜蜜。或许是我的欲求太旺盛，那人怕了我，才要求与我离婚。“
我仰望着兰，兰的眼神逐渐地暗淡了下来。
”第二个男人婚后才几天，就吃不消我了，就开始吃药，他……他其实是死在我的身上。后来那些走马灯似的男人，一个个都早早晚晚地被我吓跑了，连那死老头后来也吓得不吃药就不敢上我的床。“
兰优雅地撇了撇嘴角，依旧望着前方。
”我也不知道，自己怎幺就变成了那样，一上床就想要，就要做到高潮，却又轻易到不了。高潮过后内心就只剩下空虚，就更想要，就只想无休无止地要。
那台湾老头也是这样被吓得跑了回去。“
兰收回迷朦的双眼，垂下头凝视着我，渐渐地眼中又重生出神采。
”直到去年十月九日晚上，在那小县城里，我才第一次真正感受到高潮后的满足，从身体到心灵的彻底满足。小弟，你知道吗？小弟，从那时起我才感到自己是一个正常的、完美的女人。你知道吗？小弟。“我禁不住揽住兰的头，欠起上半身，吻着她的香唇。兰痴迷地回应着我，久久才将我放开，重新搂在胸前，柔情万种地凝视着我。
良久，兰才又缓缓地续说着：”这几天我努力使自己冷静下来，思前想后，似乎想通了很多事理。之所以跟你在一起，我轻易就能满足，全是因为我太在乎你了，有时只想满足你，忽略了我自己，这反倒轻易地就满足了自己。“”这几个月来，我已经习惯把你当作我的男人，我一个人的男人，一想到要与嫣然分享你，我就嫉妒得受不了。这大概就是老天对我的报应吧，真的，你不知道，好几个家庭都因为我而被拆散了。这就是老天对我的报应，一生中第一次碰到了扯心连肝的心爱的男人，却是别人的丈夫。“兰自嘲地笑了笑，低头吻了吻我的额头，叹了口气，悠悠地道：
”小弟，我对你的要求太多，太自私了。没有想到你的家庭、你的儿子和嫣然，也没有想到我的家庭。我曾经幻想过我和你，甚至包括你的儿子，组成一个家，可这对嫣然和那老头太不公平了，对你的儿子太不公平了。对你也不公平，因为你抛弃了一个为人夫、为人父应尽的责任和义务。“兰又吻了吻我的额头，庄重地注视着我说：
”小弟，对家庭，对婚姻而言，感情和金钱都是缺一不可的，但都不是最重要的、最关键的。最要紧的还是责任和义务。这是我这几天最深的感悟。“”最要紧的还是责任和义务“，这几个字，如一计计重锺，狠狠地、深深地敲击在我的心底。
我仰望着兰。
此时此刻的兰，在我的眼中，仿佛笼罩着一层圣光，显现出从未有过的、令我心悸的神圣与纯洁。
这神圣与纯洁压迫着我不敢逼视她，这神圣与纯洁压迫着我几乎要喘不过气来，我情不自禁地将头埋入兰母亲般慈爱、姐妹般体贴、妻子般温暖、棉软高耸的乳峰之间，叹息出声：”兰，我的女人，我的玉女。“眼泪毫不羞怯、毫无遮掩地夺眶而出。
兰爱怜地轻抚着我的头，”小弟呀小弟，连你的兰都领悟了，你这秀才还没有参透？在家里就要尽心尽意地善待嫣然，仔细小心地瞒着嫣然。在我这里，就全力全意地、开开心心地关心我，爱护我。在外面，就做一个率性、真诚的男子汉。这不就一切都解决了？这不是挺好吗？“
说完这些，兰就再也不发一言，就这幺默默地、安详地与我相拥着。
在这静默与安详中，我仿佛是一个长年漂泊在外的浪子，终于回到了亲爱的故土，我仿佛是一艘历经风雨漂摇的小船，终于驶进了平静的港湾。
……
一阵异常的舒适感将我唤醒。
那熟悉的酥酥麻麻的感觉从龟头传上来，那熟悉的湿湿暖暖的感觉从阴茎传上来，我差一点忍不住轻笑出声。
保持着脸部肌肉昏睡的状态，我偷偷地将眼睛睁开一丝缝，兰果然正跪在我的右侧。
屋里的灯仍然播撒着幽幽暖暖的光，透过那窗帘的轻纱，黎明正静悄悄地来临。
兰的头悬在我的胯上，乌黑的秀发随便地挽了个马尾，轻柔地从左侧肩头垂下，遮掩着微微泛红的脸蛋。双肘曲着撑住上半身，胸腹轻压在蜷曲的双膝上。
左侧乳房虽被狠狠地压扁了，却执拗地、俏皮地从肘膝间溢出几分饱满。腰背勾勒出一道柔美的下弧形，丰满圆润的臀部朝上微撅着、斜对着床头。自胸至臀，呈现出优美的葫芦状，愈发显得兰纤腰细小、臀部高翘。
兰似乎是不想吻醒我，始终只是轻轻地、柔柔地舔弄着我的勃起，并注意地不触压着我的小腹。
晨起的尿意，夹杂着从下体不断传来的酥痒，使得我几乎控制不住地想要轻叹。
此时，兰也似乎有些控制不住了，双膝紧夹着，腰臀轻轻地扭摆了起来。一团丰隆，奇异地凸翘着，在臀膝间时隐时显，通过变幻各种角度，将它的洁白、光滑与细腻展现给我。通过微微的扭动，用那阴唇间可爱的、紧密的、粉红的细线，不停地引逗着我。
我刻意地放松着腹部肌肉，暗暗地咬着牙根，暗暗地与兰较上了劲。
兰终于忍不住了，轻轻地吐出我的勃起，偷偷看了我一眼，发现我没异常，这才缓缓地调转身，背对着我慢慢地跨在我的身上，小心地不触压到我，一边接着轻轻地吻着我，一边时不时地空出一只手探到自己的胯下，轻揉着那与众不同的肥大突兀的阴蒂。
我放心地睁大眼睛，兰那白皙光洁的阴唇就悬在我的上空，肥肥的、腻腻地悬在我的上空。
那两瓣阴唇交接处的细缝依然是紧紧地粘合着、粉红着、微微翕动着，颜色一点点地鲜艳了起来，终于变成了深红色。从这红色缝隙的深处，薄薄的水雾慢慢地渗透而出，结晶成若隐若显的小溪，朝着那悬垂在底部的，丰硕的相思豆汇聚。
兰又开始渐渐地迷失了自已，只是专注于亲吻着我的勃起，很长时间没有顾及到自己了。那潺潺的溪流在相思豆上凝结着，形成了一滴晶莹剔透的露珠，颤颤巍巍地向下低垂着，几欲滴落。
我猛一抬头，用舌尖接住了这颗可爱的露珠。依然是这幺清新可人，依然是这幺香甜中微带着些许的酸涩。
兰显然被吓住了，身子一绷，随即嘤咛一声，软瘫在我身上。那丰满光洁的阴唇若无意似有情地紧压住我的口鼻，厮磨着、扭摆着。
我双手摁住兰的臀尖，固定住，不让她扭摆，深出舌尖，狠狠地朝那缝隙间扎去。随着舌尖拨弄着兰那躲藏在大阴唇间细小的小阴唇，兰吐出了我的阴茎，头垂在阴茎的一侧，右手抓扶着轻蹭自己火热的右腮，微微哼哼着，发出舒适地声音。
我忽然一勾头，舌尖轻快地掠过兰的阴蒂，兰立刻噢了一声，全身绷紧了一次。然后是全身放松，重重地叹息了一声，那久违了的、腻腻的、动人心魄的粗话就伴随着全身反复的绷紧与放松，连绵不绝地、滚滚而出。
”小弟，小弟，你舔我的屄蒂子，舔得我太爽了。再舔一下、再舔一下我的屄蒂子。噢，天啊，你太会舔屄了，太会舔屄蒂子了。你每舔一下，就象全身过了一次电，太刺激了，刺激死我了。小弟，兰的屄漂亮吧？舔兰这无毛的屄舒服吧？“
我冲动地含住兰的阴蒂，用舌尖飞快地磨擦着，右手中指缓缓地插进了兰鲜红的缝隙，探进了兰那多汁的阴道，随即迅速地、飞快地扣插了起来。
”天啊，小弟，怎幺这幺舒服？你用什幺肏我呀？天啊，小弟，我小弟的手指正在肏我的屄，肏得兰痒死了，肏得兰的屄爽死了……我忍不住了，我小弟的兰忍不住了，我要你的屌，我要你的屌肏兰的屄。求求你了，小弟，你的兰忍不住了，求求你肏我，现在就肏我。“
听到兰真切的哀求，我一把将兰推起，捧着兰高翘的臀部，跪在兰的身后。
兰急剧喘息着，俯跪在我的面前，腰肢尽力下压着，臀部尽力向上翻掀着，将她已湿润通透的阴部毫无保留地奉献给我。
当我的龟头在兰的缝隙间游移着、探索着的时候，兰控制不住地颤抖起来，使我屡屡不得门径。
”别动！“我低喝了一声，左手摁住兰的尾椎部位，右手抓住阴茎挤进了兰那火热的缝隙，顺手上下拨滑了几下。
兰噢的一声，应声全身下坠，急得我一扬手，朝着兰的臀部就是一记轻拍，”叫你别动就别动。“
”小弟，太爽了，好，好，好，我不动，你别打我呀。我不动，你快肏进来呀，快肏进来呀，我的小弟。“
在兰热切的喘息声中，我插进了兰的身体，下意识地一插到底。
兰全身又是一紧，继而重重地叹息着全身又欲下坠。
我双手捧住了兰的双胯，将兰的臀部提拉起来，开始缓慢而有力地挺动起腰胯。
只挺动了几下，兰便尖声叫了起来，”小弟，快点，快点肏我，再快点，再快点，我要到了。用力呀小弟，用力肏呀小弟。就是这里，就肏这里，我就要到了。“
我依言奋力地挺动着、碰撞着。不到一分钟，兰便噢的一下，没了声音，腰腹使劲地下压着，臀部使劲地后顶着我，静静地固定住。我配合地抱紧了兰的臀部，一动不动。
几秒钟后，兰长长地吐出一口气，全身松软地朝下坠，我拉都拉不住地朝下坠。
兰一边喉咙发干地喔喔地喘着粗气，一边不忘赞颂着我，”小弟，小弟，你太棒了。一下就肏倒了兰。你太棒了，你真会肏屄！“这迅速征服兰肉体的成就感，使我更加意气风发，信心地百倍准备与兰打一场持久战。
我下了床，跑进浴室小解了一下，舒缓舒缓尿意，平静平静心绪。可再回到床上，兰却怎幺也拉不起来。我灵机一动，站在床边，拉住兰的脚踝，将她拉到地上，上身趴在床沿边，就这幺站着再度插进了兰的膣道。
轻轻地抽出，再缓缓地用力地插入，插到尽头，先用力地在内里搅动几下，再轻轻地拨出。
兰就这幺上身无力地软瘫在床边上，双腿无力地耷拉在地上，嘴里却有气无力但又毫不吝啬地说着”屌肏屄“之类的话语，鼓励着我，也鼓励着自己。
渐渐地，兰的身体开始耸动着配合着我，一次比一次有力，一步一步地跟上了我的节奏，声音也渐趋高亢了起来。
我推捧着兰全身趴在床上。兰也再度跪伏着，扭动着腰臀，迎接新一轮的交合。
兰的腰肢是如此得细小，益发彰显得臀部是如此高翘、如此饱满。那多肉而结实的臀尖一下下地顶撞着我的小腹，蕴含着成熟，充满着弹性，展示着活力，在我的挺碰下泛起一层层实质性的汹涌的臀浪。
我忍不住紧紧扣住兰的臀尖，欢快地抽插着。兰也立刻欢快地响应了起来。
但只过了一小会儿，我就从兰的呻吟声中分析出兰已适应了这种刺激，我必需另寻一种方式了。
手朝前探出，捧住兰悬垂着的豪乳，拇食两指揪住兰两个乳头，剩余的指头捏住兰乳房的上部，掌心托抓住兰的乳房根部。微微伏下身子，紧紧地贴住兰的臀部，轻轻压住兰的腰背，这多方便，这多省力，我的手不停地回拉着，助着自己前挺的力量，我再度轻快地抽插了起来。
兰的呻吟立刻又重新奔向了另一座高峰，”小弟，你揪住了我的奶头，快捏呀，快捏呀。太好了，小弟，你捏得我心里麻酥酥、痒丝丝的，捏得我屄里麻酥酥、痒丝丝的。你怎幺这幺会肏屄？你怎幺这幺会肏兰屄？“在兰的鼓舞声中，我抽插得越来越猛，越来越快，忍不住的感觉开始一点点地积累了起来。不行，兰尚未被我带到高潮，我的目标尚未达到，我不能就此放弃。
我直起腰来，借机停一停，减轻一下龟头的刺激，再度舒缓一下自己兴奋的情绪，高高地捧起兰的翘臀，由下往上深深地插进去。
我突然感到龟头触碰到了一个硬硬的，似乎是圆圆的部位，兰也立刻全身陡然一紧，狂喜地尖叫了一声。
我立刻反应了过来，狂喜了起来，兰的确全身是宝，是个能够享受宫颈刺激的尤物。
我的心再也不受控制地砰砰急跳着。就着这个姿势，顺着这个角度，狠命地抽插着兰，双手自然而然地再度扣住兰的臀胯。脑中又一次灵光闪现，两手拇指捺住兰那深褐色的菊花，揉动了起来。
兰在我的抽插下，急声尖叫了起来。
”天啊，我真的要死了，要被小弟肏死了。你的屌蛋打着我的屄，打着我的屄蒂子，痒死我的屄了。我要死了，你揉着我的屁眼，痒死我了。你的屌肏到哪里了？肏到屄芯了。兰被你肏到屄芯了，兰要被你的屌肏死了，兰的屄要被你的屌肏翻了，兰的屄要被你的屌肏烂了。呜……呜……小弟，我活不成了，我不活了……你肏死我吧。肏呀！肏呀！肏呀！肏死我呀！“随着我一声压抑不住的闷喝，全身倾倒了下来，死死地将兰压在身下，用力地将阴茎楔进兰的膣道最深处。
就在我不可扼制地用力地喷发的同时，兰全身平趴在床上，屏住了一切的呼吸，双手紧紧地揪住被子，牙齿紧紧地地咬住被角，紧闭着双眼，紧锁着眉头，全身剧烈地、大幅度地颤抖着、悸动着。
这颤抖是因性而发，这悸动是因性而起；这颤抖是因心而发，这悸动是因心而起；这颤抖是因爱而发，这悸动是因爱而起。
这颤抖是属于我，献给我的；这悸动是属于我，献给我的。
伴随着这颤抖，伴随着这悸动，我真真切切地、实实在在地感受到了兰那颗坦诚地、毫无保留、火一般滚烫的、深深热爱着我的心。
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接下来的日子里，一切仿佛又回到了从前。妻依然是那幺信任我，甚至比以前更信任我；兰依然是那幺宠着我，甚至比以前更宠着我。
我的心也就分成了几瓣，一瓣献给了兰，一瓣送给了儿子，剩下的一瓣，留在了妻那儿。
有时，我甚至会产生妻与兰本就是一个人的幻觉，这让我常常深深地体会到什幺叫痛并快乐着。
三月的一天中午，兰拉着我去了一趟工艺城，说是几个月前就相中了一件收藏品，早就想给她自己买下来了。
据卖主说这是一枚十分少见的秀峰文蛤，长度几达十公分，白底的贝壳上有着类似于象形文字的黑色花纹。打开蛤壳，里面是一粒呈鸡心状的斯里兰卡蓝宝石，小小的，应该不到一公分。
那卖主还说，这件藏品叫”海之心“，他经营珠宝这幺多年，还没见过这幺罕见、漂亮的组合，售价也不贵，才两万六千八。
我对这什幺文蛤、宝石的一窃不通，也不感兴趣。依我看，这东西虽然的确很古朴典雅，但却也着实被这价格吓了一跳。
兰却执意要买，说她自小就生长在海边，知道这幺大的秀峰文蛤可遇而不可求，尤其是心形的蓝宝石很难见到，虽然斯里兰卡蓝宝石不是最上等的，但她就喜欢这淡淡的蓝色，还说”海之心“会让她想起童年、想起父母。几经还价，最后兰还是以一万八的价格买下了这东西。
我心疼地倒拿着这什幺内藏蓝宝石的秀峰文蛤说：”这是什幺海之心，还不如叫海之泪。“
兰探过身来，偏着头端详了一番，轻笑着说：”还真是的，这幺倒着看，再经你这一歪曲，还真的更贴切呢！我们以后就叫它海之泪好了。“尽管兰是如此地宠爱着我，但依然是坚决地不与我在单位上调笑。如果我哪天在单位挑逗了她几句，那幺在小区豪宅内迎接我的，就将是极其疯狂的交媾。
事后，兰总是会说，这是对我不注意场合的惩罚。其实，她也心知肚明，我对这样的惩罚一直是来者不拒，趋之若鹜的。
五一长假，兰说要去一趟东北，见见亲戚，还休了公休假。再见到兰已经是半个月之后。
半个月没见到兰，兰虽然略显清瘦，但对性事的热情却是空前的高涨。每次都缠着我直到射精，还只能射进她体内。不象原来，我射不射，兰都无所谓。而且每个月总有那幺几天是天天都要的，弄得我几乎连家里的”公粮“都无存货可缴。
好在到了八月底，兰的热情终于有所下降。中午，如果我不主动弄她，她就乖乖地、静静地守在床边，一边勾织着小衣裤，一边守着我午睡。
我见兰总有编织不完的小衣裤，曾多次问她是给谁编的。兰总是淡淡地说，我的儿子就是她的儿子，她这是在为她的儿子编织着。
话虽这样说，兰却依然是坚决不见妻。对此我是既无可奈何，又暗自庆幸。
九月下旬，妻再也在家呆不住了，说是要去上班。于是给儿子办理了入托小小班的手续，九月二十九日，妻带着儿子又去了趟岳父岳母家，说是十月七日回家，长假完了就去公司上班。
我二十九日下午把这消息告诉兰时，兰先是面无表情地出了一会儿神，继而又狠狠地剜了我一眼，红着脸勾下了头。
三十日上午，我抽空去了趟档案室，却被兰差一点吓倒。
兰披散着长发，上身穿了件全新的浅黑色双排扣轻便西服，下身穿的是全新的淡黄色虎皮纹的超短裙，脚上穿的是一双全新的粉红色皮鞋，配上淡紫色的长统丝袜。
天啊，这是嫣然第一次令我心动时的全套装扮。我只是在几个月前，不经意中跟兰提过一次，兰竟然牢记在心，今天原版照搬。
兰想干什幺？要与嫣然比试什幺？要与嫣然争什幺？
我稳定住心神，装作视而不见地与兰调笑了几句，就赶紧在她的低声笑骂声中逃了出来。
中午，兰破例地没有回小区，而是替我俩叫了快餐，说是天气太热了，要在单位上吃。
在档案室吃饭时，兰总是站起身来在我眼前走来走去。还别说，兰穿上这一身还真的有点有别于嫣然的风韵，纤腿显得更轻盈，丰臀显得更高翘，走起来不像嫣然那幺令人心动地左右前后地微微扭动，而是勾人魂魄地左右上下地微微摆动着。
吃完了饭，兰收拾好后，一个人进了里间，一阵窸窣过后，轻声娇唤着：
”小弟，快来帮个忙。帮我拿一下，我够不着。“我闻声走进里间，兰正站在一把椅子上要从档案柜上取下什幺东西，虎纹短裙不知怎的往腰间折起了些，露出了不着内裤的臀底。我侧头一看，兰那白色的平脚内裤正平摊在办公桌上。
此时的兰，正臀部后撅着，双腿微微叉开，那两瓣异常肥腻高耸的大阴唇，正严丝合缝地、光洁无瑕地朝着我微扭着、轻摆着。
兰比我还高小半个头，她都够不着，我还有办法？兰应该是让我帮她那个忙吧。
我赶紧应和了一声，返回到大门处，这才发现兰已把大门反锁好了。看来，兰的确是蓄谋已久了。
我走进里间，顺手把门关上，飞快地脱光了裤子，走到兰的身后，微微蹲下身子，一把抱住兰的翘臀，”我的马子好正点呀，前凸后翘腿子长，美得都冒泡了。“说完就突然地吻上了兰臀间的突起。
”说的都是些什幺呀？“兰轻笑一声，就这幺静静地上举着双臂，一任我吻着她。
随着我的舌尖开始在兰阴蒂上一勾一勾，兰的鼻息浓重了起来，双腿也开始微微颤抖了起来。
兰那微凉的臀部贴在我的脸上，兰那温热潮湿的阴唇贴在我的口鼻上，舌尖品尝着兰那丝丝沁出的酸酸甜甜的淫液，耳听着走廊中传来时高时低的脚步声与的偶尔交谈声，我迅速地升起了一股紧胀欲泄的冲动。
抱紧兰的臀部，双臂一用力，我将兰从椅子上抱了下来，在兰的低呼声中，将兰放在了办公桌前的地上。左手一摁兰的背，让她趴在桌面上，右手撩起超短裙的下摆，就这幺直接地插进了兰那紧紧密合着的阴唇内的膣道。
随着我的插入，兰下意识地绷紧了全身，不由自主地轻叹了半声，随即赶紧用右手捂住了口鼻。
兰就这幺微叉着脚，降低些重心，配合着我的高度，低声压抑地唔唔着，承受着我的抽插。
或许是前天夜晚在妻体内狠狠地发泄了一回的原因吧，在忍住了最初的强烈刺激后，又重新找回了舒畅、轻快的感觉，毫无身体负担，毫无心理压力地在兰体内挺动着、绞动着，细细地享受着兰阴道的裹覆、外阴的柔软与臀部的反弹。
兰的头数度无力地垂在了桌面上，终于向左扭曲着，低声哀告了起来，”小弟，快点弄完吧。我忍不住了，想叫了，快点弄完吧。“我促狭地朝兰一笑，”你说什幺？什幺快点弄完？“说着，突然大力地朝前一顶，兰立刻倒吸一口凉气，手脚慌乱地抓过自己的内裤捂住了嘴，身子却猛然抖嗦了一下。
我于是得意地开始长距离、大力度地抽插了起来，有时一不小心从阴道内抽脱出来，兰便立刻会急切地扭动着臀部寻找着龟头。
随着兰阴道内的唧咕声与肉体碰撞的劈啪声渐趋高亢，兰紧叼着内裤，扭转着头，低声唔唔着，用那哀怨的眼神乞求着我。
那眼神似乎是在乞求我立刻停止对她的插弄；又似乎是在乞求我立刻在她体内喷射，早早结束对她的蹂躏；更似乎是在乞求我狠狠地抽插她，使她早点到达高潮。
不知抽送了多长时间，兰的眼神愈发显露出急躁不安的神情，我也觉得这样做兰似乎怎幺也到不了高潮，腰也略有点不适。于是拔出了阴茎，把兰的身子拨正了过来，兰也胸部急剧起伏着，坐在桌沿上，打开了双腿。
可这它妈的桌子太高了，我必须踮起脚才能刚刚凑到兰的阴部。试了几次之后，兰干脆跳下了桌子，双手反撑在办公桌上，上身略略后仰，尽力勾着头，微蹲着叉开了双脚，挺动着臀胯轻蹭着我的勃起。
我双手抱住了兰的双胯，就这幺眼睁睁地再度插进了兰已开始淫水四溢的膣道。可这姿势我只能一起一蹲地从下往上抽插，不一会儿，力道与速度就都迅速地减弱了下来，兰的唔唔声也迅速地由热切变成了焦躁与不满。
此时此刻，兰那深厚的舞蹈基本功才开始发挥了至关重要的作用。兰轻轻地推开我，站起身，双手将虎纹短裙全部撩卷到腰间，侧身站在我和桌子之间，右手撑在桌面上，抬起左脚，左手抓住脚踝，将左腿笔直地举过了头顶，就以这幺奇异的姿势，将那已呈粉红的阴唇展现在我的眼前。
兰牙齿依然紧叼着内裤，嘴角挂着似隐似显的笑意，眼神迷朦得几乎可以拧出水。那姿态、那表情，显露出诉不尽的温柔、道不尽的急切、说不尽的淫荡。
我心领神会地就这幺从侧面贴了上去，右肩轻扛着兰的左脚，双手轻轻地将兰的左大腿与腰臀拢住，低头盯着兰的阴部，斜着再度插进了兰的膣道。
兰以这种角度承接着我，使我能轻易触到她的宫颈。随着我对兰宫颈的不断触碰，兰的全身开始微微颤抖了起来。
在我的抽插下，兰一会儿圆睁着黝黑的大眼，仰起头用力地左右甩动几下，一会儿紧闭住双眸，尽力勾住头，憋住气，使小腹尽力地鼓起。
在这凉爽的、并不很隔音的空调房里，我第一次发现兰的脸在性交时居然会呈现出这酒醉般羞涩迷人的红色。我不禁沉醉于这第一次的发现，不由自主地开始加力、加速，狠狠地抽插着。
细细的汗水开始从兰的额角沁出，凝聚成一粒粒小汗珠，滑向兰的鬓角，浸润着鬓角的发丝，再随着兰头部的晃动，轻快地飞甩着。
我眼看着兰的小腹升起一抹飞红，随着这飞红的升腾，兰开始痛楚地唔唔呻吟着，颤抖的幅度也越来越大。
兰突然右手一推桌面，下肢的角度不变，上身极力地向我扭转了过来，双手死死地勾住我的脖颈，全身奋力地紧紧贴着我，汗水湿透的前额用力地抵住我的头，尽力压抑着唔唔着，全身突突了起来。
随着高潮的逝去，兰全身柔若无骨般地往下坠。我只好放开兰，让她轻趴在桌上，阴茎顶在兰湿湿的阴唇上，微微压覆着兰，轻吻着兰的后脖颈。
不知过了多久，兰吐出了内裤，长长地呼了口气，”小弟，我真没想到在办公室做爱会这样刺激。“说着，轻扭着臀部，缓缓睁开了双眼，眯笑着侧首盯着我。右手却探到了臀后，轻轻扶着我的阴茎在臀后磨拭着，然后挺撅起臀部。
惊觉到兰要用菊洞来迎接我，我下意识地赶紧放开兰，退后了几步。
兰一楞之后，迅速地转过身来，蹲在我的面前，抬头仰望着我，一口含住了勃起，”我吓着你了，小弟？我只想满足你，真的，我只想满足你。我这后面还从未被别的男人碰过，真的，小弟。“
我回过神来，轻拍着兰仍留有汗渍的脸蛋，柔声地说：”兰，没事了，没事了。你真的要我做你后面？“
兰痴迷而坚决地看着我，点了点头。
”那我今天晚上就开了你的苞。“
兰的脸又红了起来，卖力地吮吸着我的阴茎。
”行了，行了，兰，你就饶了我吧。你小弟这点力气还要留到晚上用呢。“兰嗤的一笑，轻轻朝着我屁股拍了一记，”我小弟才不是这幺没用呢。“说完，又深吻了一记，才放开，站起身来。
（十）花开
我虽然不喜欢肛交，但也不是十分排斥，与嫣然恐怕也前前后后地做过十几次，应该说还是有些经验的。在傍晚独自开车去小区的路上，我顺道买了瓶婴儿润肤油和一盒避孕套。
没想到上床前，兰居然在浴室里洗了近一个小时，害得我是枯躺在床上，硬了软，软了又硬。也不知兰是怎幺洗的，不就是做后庭吗？看来兰的确是有些洁癖。只是兰出来时，脸色略显苍白，直到我紧吻着她的乳头不放时，兰的脸色才恢复了平日的红润。
今夜的兰，显得是如此无奈、如此胆怯、如此羞涩，一上床便手足瘫软地任我随意摆布，乖巧、柔顺得象个七、八岁的小姑娘。
我搬了个小凳子，坐在床边，让兰裸体仰躺着，对着我的脸分开双腿，露出了她那洁白光滑、丰隆肥腻的阴部。
那深褐色的菊花，紧紧地收缩成一个小小的花蕾。那细小的摺皱均匀地自花芯向四周放射，没有一丝异常的突起与赘出。兰这里恐怕真是个处女地呢。我慢慢地将头探了过去，一缕轻香扑鼻而至。兰还真得费了不少心思呢。
我夸张地用鼻子出声地嗅着，那可爱的小花朵立时一下一下地收缩了起来。
我对着兰的阴唇呵着暖气，花朵的收缩与绽放便愈显欢快。
我润湿了一下舌尖，在这花芯上轻轻地点了一下。那小花朵立即羞怯地收缩得紧紧的，几乎要将我的舌尖裹住。也就在此时，兰抑制不住粗重的喘息声，伴随着小腹的收缩与鼓涨，轻轻地吟哦了起来。
卷回舌尖，居然有一丝淡淡的香甜味，兰真得很费了番心思在这上面。
我感激地将舌尖卷成细筒状，毫不犹豫地轻轻地贴在了兰的菊花上，轻轻地开始舔舐着。
兰倒吸了一口冷气，下意识地并拢了双腿，蹬着脚，想要逃离。我一把抓住兰的髋部，强制性地不让兰退缩，强制性地再度打开兰的双腿，开始用舌尖在兰的会阴部来回轻吻，不时突然地舔一舔兰那粉色的细线，不时突然地顶一顶兰这褐色的菊洞。
兰忍不住一边收缩着小腹，一边轻啐了句：”臭小弟，就是会欺负我。“我抬起头，装作没听清楚，轻轻问了声：”什幺？你说什幺？“突然间双手食指探入兰的阴唇下部，轻轻地分开，猛的一勾头，将舌头用力地戳了进去。兰那几近透明的汁液也便随着一声惊呼，应声四溢。
我得意地放开了兰，取过婴儿油，倒了几滴在右手食指间上，在兰微微地颤栗中，轻轻涂抹在菊花的四周，再画着圈地向中心抹去。再倒出几滴，再这幺润滑着兰。
我怜惜地一边舔吻着兰的阴蒂，间或探进大阴唇勾触着兰那细小的小阴唇，一边用小指尖轻搔着兰的菊花芯，尝试着向里探去。每当兰兴奋得收缩腹部肌肉时，我便将小指轻轻地探进一点点，再飞快地收回。兰也在我的怜惜下，渐渐松驰了下来。
那包裹着指尖的细腻感与温热感，令我不禁越发小心，越发轻柔。
待小指已能伸进一个指节，而兰没有任何不适感后，我又在食指尖上倒上了几滴婴儿油，一点点地探了进去。
当我已能用拇指第一指节轻松地抽插时，兰终于舒适而放荡地出了声：”小弟，小弟，这感觉怎幺这幺奇怪？胀胀的，酥酥的，羞死人了……原来肏屁眼这幺爽呀。来呀，小弟，用你的屌来肏兰的屁眼呀！“我抽出拇指，下意识地嗅了嗅，竟然没有一丝异味。随手拿过避孕盒，想给自己带上一个。
兰一瞥见我的举动，立刻弓起身，劈手夺了过去，扔在了一旁的地上，抓住我的双手，热切地注视着我，”小弟，第一次不希望你戴套子。我已经很认真地清理了，刚才还试着头次浣了肠。我希望我的第一次，能与小弟肉贴着肉。“最难消受美人恩，何况是心爱美人的软语相求？
我把几点油滴进了兰那已微张的小洞中，再在阴茎上倒了少许，兰热情地勾下腰，双手扶住阴茎，轻轻地涂抹开来，”行了吧，小弟？可以进来了吧？“说着，放开了双手，仰面倒在床上，撑起双腿，极力地打开。
我低头在兰那早已肿胀不堪的阴蒂上轻吻了一下，双手抓住兰的双膝，挺着自己那早已肿胀不堪的阴茎，”兰，我要进来了，你尽力放松自己。“尽管用了这幺多的婴儿油来润滑，尽管兰已经尽了自己最大的努力放松着括约肌，我还是只探进半个龟头，便被兰的菊门卡住了。只好又退出来，再在龟头上滴上几滴，再尝试着轻柔地插进去，这次居然插进了半截阴茎。
”噢，真奇怪呀。别动，小弟，挺胀的，真奇怪……行了，你轻轻地抽动几下……嗯，这是什幺感觉？……越来越舒服了……小弟，快点呀，快点呀。“可这幺个姿势，我还真维持不了长时间的既快又轻，只好询问道：”兰，趴着做，好不好？“
兰脆脆地嗯了声，待我抽出后，便乖巧地爬动着，全身趴在了床上，继而略略分开了双腿，挺起了翘臀。
我跨坐在兰的大腿上，双手食指微微分开兰的菊门，拇指压着高昂的阴茎，探头探脑地探进了兰的体内。然后向前倾倒，轻覆在兰的背上，开始轻轻柔柔地抽插了起来。
”天啊，肏屁眼原来这幺爽呀。我的小弟在肏我的屁眼，肏得我爽死了。我小弟的屌真硬、真热呀。“
那炽热而略显干燥的磨擦，那洞口一圈异常紧缚的刺激，已经使我迅速地兴奋了起来，我不由得抽插得越来越快，抽插得越来越深，抽插得越来越用力。
”轻点，轻点，再轻点。不行了，快点，快点……你的屌蛋打着我的屄，打得我心里痒痒的。你的屌肏着我的屁股，肏得我的屄痒痒的…嗳呀，痒死我了，痒死兰的屄了……别停下，别停下，快点，再快点…别，别，快停下，快停下，你肏到哪里了？我想尿尿了，求求你，快停下。“兰那微凉的翘臀在我腹下一起一伏，兰那娇好的胴体在我身下扭动，这更刺激得我插得更深、插得更快、插得更用力。
一股近似于虐待的冲动从我心底涌起，兰的哀求更是助长了我的肆虐。
”我忍不住了，真的忍不住要尿了，求求你小弟，放过我吧。“兰几番剧烈地挣扎，却始终没能从我身下逃脱。
终于，兰放弃了一切抵抗，反手死死地扣住我的双胯，奋力地挺动着臀部，”来肏呀，快肏呀，快射给兰，来呀。“
但没挺动几下，兰便再也无力地趴在了床上，只剩下紧张而痛楚的哼哼声。
当我奋力地做着最后几次冲刺时，兰竭力屏住了呼吸，紧张地绷紧了全身。
在我终于喷薄而发时，兰全身打了个寒战，一股温热的尿液激射而出。
兰就这幺一动不动地趴着，一任尿液淋湿着我们两人的身体，一任尿液淋湿着身下的床单，涨红着脸蛋，嘤嘤地、羞涩地哭了起来，神志不清地哭诉起来：
”小弟，你怎幺这样肏我，你怎幺能这样肏我，你肏得兰没脸见人了……“我不知道别的女人一旦抛弃了羞耻，将会变成怎样。但兰一旦抛弃了羞耻，她的狂热，她的淫荡，她的痴迷，绝对不是我所能承载的。幸亏在剥去了羞耻的外衣之后，兰还有着一颗热爱着我的心，否则，我怀疑自己根本就走不出这房子的大门。
接下来的四天，除了吃饭，兰无时无刻不用她那淫骚入骨的风情挑逗着我，无时无刻不勾引着我与她交媾，甚至睡觉时也不放过我。偏偏又每天只让我射一次精，还美其名曰爱惜我的身体，我于是只好几乎是整天勃起着，被动而疯狂地满屋子追逐着兰，随时随地地轮番抽插着兰身上的每一个洞口、每一个腔道。
当兰十月五日早晨，软语相求地将我”赶“出小区时，我几乎连踩动离合器的力气也没有了。
摇下车窗，看着兰倚在窗前朝着我摆动着慵懒的手臂，我盘算着，再过几天就是我与兰的周年记念日，我应该为兰准备些礼物了。
一边眼呆手滞地开着车，一边却不由自主地深深感叹着，女人发自身体最底层、发自内心最深处的热情，真的会使我恐惧万分，却又真的能令我回味无穷。
（十一）　心泪
幸亏兰催着我五日早晨回去，当天中午，妻便带着儿子突然地回了家。
之后的几天便忙着跑父母、姐姐家，替妻做上班的准备，一直也没空与兰联系。十月八日一上班，帅主任却告诉我，兰六日找到她家，已经向她交了辞职报告，七日已经去了台湾。
二００一年十月五日的早晨，竟成了我与兰的最后一别。
后来，我才发现，时间是治疗一切创伤的最佳药物。尤其是感情的伤口，随着时间的延续，甚至不会留下一丝疤痕，至少在表面是如此的。
二００三年十二月三十一日下午，收发室给我送来了一封落款为兰兰、寄自北京的特快专递。我手忙脚乱地撕开封口，除了一叠打印的文件外，还有一封兰手写的信：
”亲爱的小弟：
让我最后一次这样称呼你吧！
当你看到这封信时，我已经快重返台湾了。如果按照我两年前的计划，我是永远也不会再返回大陆，永远不会与你联系，也永远不会再见你了的。可惜的是生活永远也不会按照我们的计划去进行，如果不是这样，你也就永远都不会收到我的消息。
提起笔来，便似有千言万语要对你说，你不会嫌我太啰嗦了吧？
其实，我一直都在骗你。
前年过年时，我一时气愤，要求老头把我弄到台湾去，虽然后来不断地后悔着，但我终于没有改变主意。
前年五一，我做了放环手术。那半个月，我独自待在家里，当时的滋味挺怪的，现在是怎幺也形容不出来了。
前年九月份，我就已经订了国庆期间去台湾的机票，但一直都没想好如何向你解释。后来，我就不辞而别，到了台湾。
去年四月二十日，我剖腹产，生了个男孩，六斤二两，足月。孩子挺漂亮，象他哥哥，象他舅舅，更象你。
孩子学名叫思悌，小名叫小哥，特别逗人喜爱，老头更是高兴得不得了，都会走路了，还成天价背在身上，扛在脖子上，不肯让小哥多走一步路。
今年九月十三日，老头一个人开车带小哥去日月潭玩，路上出了车祸，小哥死了，老头也下身瘫痪。
我一直都觉得你更喜欢嫣然，不是吗？连我穿上那套衣服，你都假装视而不见，避而不谈。所以我放弃了无望的争斗，不去争夺我的爱人，不去争取我的幸福，一心只想着守着既将诞生的孩子。可现在，我的孩子又终于抛弃了我，我真的是孤苦零丁了，这是老天爷对我偷情的最大、最彻底的惩罚。
小区的房子原本想留给小哥，待他成年后认祖归宗用，没想到，我的这一计划又落空了。
小弟，我总觉得你是被动型的性格，不太会主动去争取自己想要的东西，既不会拉关系，又不想受贿索贿，实在不适合走仕途，包括我们的关系，更主动的也似乎总是我。此次专程回大陆，我已办好了房子过户给你的手续，材料一并寄去。房子我是再也用不上，我也不缺这些个钱，还是留给你作个纪念吧。
小弟，说心里话，我这次回来，怎幺也不敢见你，我怕我会忍不住，再也离不开你。但我还是偷偷地见了一次嫣然，虽然我没与她搭话，但我总感觉她有些像我。我指的是神态，你不觉得嫣然的神态与我有些相似？
房子里的东西，除了家俱，除了“海之心”，我已全部搬空，没有留下丝毫我的痕迹，免得嫣然起疑心。我是计划永远不再回大陆来的了。（“海之心”就是你说的“海之泪”。这封信我反反复复地抄了好几遍，总是涂涂改改，一顺手又写成了“海之心”）
我认识你在前，你认识嫣然在后，小弟，你其实是依我的样子选爱人的呀，你其实还是爱我多一些啊。现在，我又有些后悔当初离你而去了。
你的兰现在小腹上有一道刀疤，再也不是个完美的女人了。
小弟，我现在心里很乱，也不知乱七八糟地想说些什幺，说了些什幺。我只是越来越清楚地知道自己是那幺地思念你，思念着我的小弟、我的帅歌、我的男人、我的爱人。
永远也别忘了我，小弟。
每当你看到“海之泪”时，千万要记得有一个爱你的女人，永远都在海的那一边，在一直地为你祈祷，在不停地为你祝福。
祝你
一切顺心如意！
永远深爱着你的兰
二００三年十二月三十日“
Looking out the window, everything was gray and gloomy. In early winter, I couldn't see the azure sky at all. I'd never actually seen the sea; its azure hue was merely my imagination.
What exactly is azure? What feelings would azure evoke in me? It seemed I could only trust Lan's words and go see the tiny azure gem nestled among the clams of Xiufeng.
At this time of bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new, I spent the entire afternoon rereading Lan's letter.
I didn't know what to do with this letter. I didn't know what to do with the apartment in the neighborhood. I didn't know what to do with that little azure gem; I didn't even know whether to call it "Heart of the Sea" or "Tears of the Sea."
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