Turning a colleague into a girlfriend

I'm a year older than my wife, and our meeting dates back more than ten years. I was changing jobs and had just started working at a new company when I met her, who was also there for her first day. My first impression of her was that she was pretty, with delicate features, a well-proportioned figure, and a youthful, vibrant energy—very cute. Soon after, the HR person came over and told us that only the two of us were there for our first day, and that a department assistant would come to guide us to our respective departments. They asked us to sit in the meeting room for a while. We went to the meeting room together and sat down. I greeted her and introduced myself; her name was Mao XX, which I'll refer to as M. She was from Xuancheng, Anhui, and had just graduated from university; it was her first time in Shanghai. I also introduced myself—a local, and I had just started working at this company. It was quite fate that we met, especially since we were in the same department. I told her we would look out for each other at work. The next day, several more new colleagues arrived for their first day. A handsome young man sat next to me. His name was Wang XX, and he was from Xiamen, Fujian. He had work experience, so I'll call him W from now on. We exchanged pleasantries. Then a woman came in. Her name was X Dandan, so I'll call her D from now on. As soon as she entered, the single guys in the office stirred. D smiled back at everyone, and her beauty was captivating at first sight. Her beauty could be described as "a smile that could launch a thousand ships, eclipsing all the beauties of the imperial harem." Moreover, her figure was equally curvaceous and voluptuous, with a bust size of at least C-cup. Her hands were soft and her skin was smooth and delicate. It made one lament the unfairness of fate, wondering why D possessed all the best qualities of a beautiful woman. D took some office supplies and sat down next to M. At that time, I, like the other single guys, secretly had a crush on D. We often discussed D in private.

Here, I'd like to mention my college life. I like music and even played guitar. In my senior year, I had more free time and also had a girlfriend. My girlfriend wasn't a virgin at the time, and it was my first time. I was too nervous during sex and ejaculated right at the entrance. My girlfriend was very disappointed, and that was the end of it. I was heartbroken. Later, thanks to my roommates, I was able to heal. They introduced me to the online game World of Warcraft, which was very popular back then and was really fun. I quickly forgot about the breakup and became engrossed in the world of Azeroth. After joining a new company, I found out about a few colleagues who played World of Warcraft, and we would play dungeons and PvP battlegrounds together at night. W wasn't interested in games, but I noticed he was very interested in the new, pretty female colleagues. He would often find opportunities to approach them and make them happy. I still had some reservations about finding a girlfriend, but W was different. He often talked a lot in front of me, saying that a man who isn't a playboy in his youth is wasting his life, and that he had several girlfriends at his previous company. He said he had summarized some experience in pursuing girls and was very good at judging women. I asked him, "What do you think of those beautiful women over there?" He started by talking about D. According to his observation, many people fawned over her, but beautiful women are generally aloof. The more you fawn over them, the less chance you have. You have to be special to attract D, be good at creating opportunities, and be willing to spend money. I then asked about M. He said that although M wasn't as pretty as D, dressed conservatively, and acted reservedly, she still had a great figure. She was the passive type who needed to be developed; with proper training, she could be quite good. To be honest, at that time I was more of a straight man, so I preferred D. Every smile and gesture of hers was captivating. Often, late at night, while masturbating, I would fantasize about her. Indeed, as W said, there were many fawns around D. Someone like me, ordinary and unsure how to pursue girls, was usually completely ignored by D.

Our company is an IT company, and the evaluation requirements for new employees are very strict. We also conduct technical training for new employees every week. Because I had some relevant work experience, I knew a little more than others, so I learned faster. M, on the other hand, had just graduated and was very eager to learn, but she knew very little about these new IT technologies and found them a bit difficult to grasp. Seeing how quickly I learned and how much I knew, she often asked me questions, since I had promised her we would help each other. Gradually, I felt a strange connection developing between us; perhaps it was mutual attraction. One training session, after everyone had gone home and I was busy packing up to leave, M walked over to me and said, "There are many things the teacher talked about today that I didn't understand. I'd like to ask you again. Do you have time?" Seeing it was M, I naturally agreed, as usual. So I reopened my laptop, opened the PowerPoint presentation from that day, and patiently explained what I understood to her again. She listened intently, and as I spoke, we exchanged glances. I saw the adoration in her eyes, which made me a little smug. Now it was just the two of us in the office. M was sitting close to me, and I could smell her faint fragrance. I couldn't help but glance at her chest out of the corner of my eye. Through the gap between the buttons on her shirt, I could see her breasts peeking out from under her bra—white and tender. My heart raced, and I kept stealing glances at her, my erection shamelessly rising. I was no longer in the mood to explain, so I said to her, "It's almost time to leave work. How about we continue tomorrow?" She smiled at me and said, "But tomorrow's the weekend." I had been so distracted that I had completely forgotten it was Friday. I just said "Oh" to ease the awkward silence. Then M blushed and said that she had nothing to do on the weekend anyway. It turned out she had mistakenly thought I wanted to ask her out. I was secretly delighted, thinking I had a chance, so I decided to play along. At that moment, I suddenly felt a very special feeling towards M. I just stared at her blankly, her shy expression arousing a primal urge. I said I knew Shanghai well, and if she wanted to go somewhere, I'd take her tomorrow. She said she hadn't decided yet and would let me know when she got back. And so, we naturally exchanged phone numbers. WeChat didn't exist then. That night at home, I kept replaying the scene in my mind—her alluring scent, her large, white breasts—I couldn't calm down. Her breasts were probably around a B cup; I couldn't help but feel a secret thrill. I lay in bed waiting for her text, and somehow fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, and the first thing I did was check my phone for her texts, but I was disappointed; I hadn't received a single one. It was 1 a.m., and I couldn't fall back asleep. I thought about sending her a message. I thought of a bunch of opening lines, but then rejected them all. In the end, I only sent three words: "Are you asleep?" As soon as I sent it, I regretted it, feeling incredibly stupid. Unexpectedly, she replied to my text instantly; it turned out she was having trouble sleeping too, just like me. We started chatting, and to avoid sounding too slick, I began with work and life topics. Apparently, the company provides dormitories for new employees from out of town, and after a three-month probationary period, they have to find their own housing. These three months are essentially a buffer period for these recent graduates. Her dormitory is a four-person room; the other three go out with their boyfriends on weekends, leaving her alone. We chatted happily, and things progressed smoothly. We agreed on a meeting place for the next day, and I would take her to Shanghai. The moment I hung up my phone, I felt like I was in love again.

The next morning, I carefully dressed myself up, looking like a very handsome young man. Then I arrived early at the agreed-upon place to wait for her. Soon, a familiar figure appeared before me. I looked her up and down: long legs, a full bust. She had even applied lipstick and eyeshadow, like the finishing touch on a masterpiece, perfectly beautiful. I took the initiative to greet her, and then we took a bus to People's Square. I won't go into details about what we did there, but although we had a lot of fun, chatting and laughing all the way, we were both a little shy whenever our eyes met, and neither of us dared to break the ice. It was almost dark when we got back, and I walked her back to her dorm. With only the last stretch left, I finally mustered up the courage to reach out and hold her hand. She struggled slightly, but I was strong enough that she couldn't pull away. At that moment, I felt a little excited, and she shyly lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. We walked back to her dorm like that. When we got to her building, she finally spoke, saying, "Can you let go now? You're squeezing me so hard it hurts." I then realized my mistake, scratched my head, and said, "I'm so sorry," and then just stood there grinning like an idiot. She blushed and quickly turned and went back to her dorm. On the way back, we even exchanged text messages. I felt so happy; our first date had ended just like that. After that, I held her hand and walked her back to her dorm every day after get off work.

As time went on, our relationship quickly heated up. It was another weekend, and I asked her out to a movie. I bought a lot of her favorite snacks, and then we went to the cinema together. I had specifically bought seats for couples; the theater was dark, which suited me perfectly. Several couples were already seated in the seats next to us, the men exchanging knowing glances. A few adults with children were scattered in the front row. The movie had just started, and M was happily munching on her snacks. I, however, had no interest in the movie; my mind was preoccupied with when to make my move and touch those big breasts I'd always dreamed of. I whispered a reminder to her, "Can you hear anything strange around us?" Just then, I heard a woman moaning softly next to us. She froze, then whispered to me, "You're so annoying; you didn't bring me to the movies for good reason." She lightly slapped my shoulder. I instinctively pulled her into my arms, and she cried out, "What are you doing?" I told her I liked her, and then forcefully kissed her on the lips. She struggled desperately, shouting, "No, no!" It startled me. Because of the noise and the presence of others, I felt guilty and didn't dare to do it again. Just as I was regretting it, she suddenly got up and went to the restroom. I thought to myself that I must have been too hasty and messed things up. She returned shortly after, sat down next to me, and acted as if nothing had happened. Someone once said that if a woman is willing to go out alone with you, it means you can do anything to her. How could I give up so easily? Soon after, I tried to grab her hand again, and with my other hand, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her close to her face. This time she didn't flinch. I kissed her on the cheek first, and she shrank back, her little hands patting my legs. The more she patted, the more itchy I became. I continued my attack, kissing her lips. She made a few soft whimpering sounds as a token resistance, then began to reciprocate. At this point, I wanted to take it a step further. I slowly moved one hand to her chest, and she screamed, causing the children watching the movie in front of us to stand up and turn around to look. They kept asking the adults next to them what the sound was. The adults, of course, knew what was going on and told the children to sit down and not look back. We were both quite frightened. She whispered to me, "You're so naughty." The more she reacted like that, the more I wanted to continue. After a while, I started making my move again. After she realized my intention, she kept her hands in front of her chest, refusing to let me succeed no matter how I attacked. Suddenly, I thought of a feint. I reached behind her with my other hand and quickly unhooked her bra. In her panic, she reached behind her to fasten her bra. I took the opportunity to unhook her front, and my hand went directly inside her clothes, touching her breast through her bra. The soft, tingling sensation excited me immensely. She tried to resist, but because of what had happened earlier, she didn't dare make too much noise. After struggling for a while, she finally stopped resisting and obediently enjoyed the feeling of me touching her body. Her breathing gradually became rapid. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, which was incredibly tempting. I wanted to put my hand inside her bra again, but I accidentally hurt her, and she screamed, which startled me, so I pulled my hand back. She quickly fastened her clasp and straightened her clothes, no longer letting me touch her. This sneaky feeling was incredibly exciting. And that's how our second date ended. After spending these days together, M and I found ourselves spending more time together at work. W seemed to have noticed something and quietly asked if I was pursuing M. I said yes, she's my girlfriend now, so don't have any improper thoughts about her. W asked with interest, "How far have you two progressed?" I said we'd just started, and we'd only gone on two dates. Then W said to me, "Let me tell you, the most direct way to completely conquer a woman is to have sex with her. Only when you've had her satisfied will she remember you and be unable to leave you." I said I wanted to too, but we have to take it one step at a time, build a relationship first. You can't just jump right in. Besides, I'm not sure if she's a virgin. What if I can't give her happiness? That would be ruining a good girl. W said, based on his observation, M is definitely not a virgin, and told me to go ahead and sleep with her. I was disappointed and a little skeptical, so I asked W how he knew. He said he could tell just by looking at M's figure; a woman who's been with a man exudes a unique charm. I asked him again, "What about D?" W said he's currently pursuing D and would tell me after he gets her. After going back, I thought carefully about what W said and realized it made sense. I need to work harder to make her my woman quickly, and also verify what W said about M being a virgin.

To get her to cooperate quickly, I decided to ask her out after work today. I took her on my motorcycle to our city's famous pedestrian street, where there are many local delicacies, and I even bought her a small gift. She was very happy, saying she loved being with me. At first, I held her hand, then slowly wrapped my arms around her waist; everything felt so natural, so effortless. When she was happy, she skipped along, and her cleavage was already irresistible, but now her breasts were playfully jiggling in front of me, almost bursting out, making it even harder for me to resist. I noticed that every man who passed by her would steal glances at her chest, making me feel a pang of jealousy. Occasionally, when we were in a dark place, I would grope her, and she would playfully punch me, saying things like "You're so annoying," but she didn't resist anymore, letting me touch her. After we finished eating late-night snacks, it was almost 10 pm, and she said she had to go back, otherwise the dorm would be locked. I wasn't that wicked then, so I walked her home. On the way back, she hugged me tightly from behind, and I felt her breasts pressed firmly against my back, soft and comfortable. I even deliberately chose bumpy roads, enjoying the jolting motion. Not long after, we arrived at her dormitory building. Taking advantage of the few people around, I secretly kissed her before reluctantly parting.

One day, a tech guru from Taiwan gave us a lecture. He demonstrated the equipment while explaining, which made it easier for us to understand. M and I went to listen as well. She was wearing a V-neck short-sleeved t-shirt that day. When the guru sat at the lab table fiddling with the equipment, M, in order to see clearly, bent over, placed her hands on the lab table, slightly tiptoed, and lifted her buttocks to get a closer look at how the guru operated the equipment. Peering into her neckline, her impressive breasts were enough to make my blood boil. I immediately reminded her to be careful not to expose herself. She blushed and quickly covered her neckline with one hand. W saw all of this. Afterwards, W praised M's figure in front of me, saying that the way she positioned her buttocks that day was also very sexy, and that it would be very enjoyable to fuck her from behind. He said that if I ever got tired of her, he would like to take over and try M's taste. I said I hadn't even tried it yet, so don't even think about it. "Tell me how things are going with D," W whispered to me. "I have something good to show you." I leaned over and saw a photo on his phone—a woman's nude picture, full breasts, thick pubic hair. After a closer look, I realized it was D. My penis instantly sprang to attention. I said to W, "I didn't expect you to have it so quickly!" I asked him to send me the photo. W said okay, but I had to exchange it for M's nude photos. I was blinded by lust and agreed without thinking. At work, I would sometimes look at D's nude photos, sometimes stare blankly at D. I was sexually aroused all day. My sexual fantasies fluctuated between M and D, but D was more frequent.

That evening, I took M shopping again. Because the images of D's nude photos kept replaying in my mind, I was a little distracted. M noticed my absent-mindedness and asked me what was wrong, if something was bothering me. I looked at M and thought, "Don't think about D anymore; M is my girlfriend now." We strolled along until we reached a park. The park was open to the public; it was crowded during the day, but very quiet at night. I suggested we walk inside and rest on the grass. She said it was too dark and she was scared. I was secretly delighted; this was exactly what I wanted! I said, "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." She looked at me, trusting me completely, and we walked deeper into the park together. Once inside, we discovered, damn, so many couples like us! We finally found a quiet spot to sit down. In the distance, several kite enthusiasts were flying kites on the grass. The air was filled with birdsong, the moon was high, and the kites, adorned with colorful lights, fluttered in the wind, creating a picturesque scene. She rested her head on my shoulder and said it was the most beautiful night sky she had ever seen. I looked at her; the bright moonlight shone on her face, making her so pure, beautiful, and captivating. I said that even the most beautiful night sky couldn't compare to one ten-thousandth of her beauty. Our eyes met, and we embraced deeply. I thought of the breathtaking sight I'd seen in her neckline that morning, and said to her, "I've only touched your breasts, I've never seen what these treasures look like." She said shyly, "Isn't it inappropriate here? What if someone's here?" I said, "Don't worry, it's just the two of us." She lowered her head shyly and didn't speak, which I took as a yes. I eagerly unhooked her bra, and she readily took it off. Through her clothes, I saw her two nipples protruding. I quickly lifted her clothes, and a pair of large, white breasts appeared before my eyes. At that moment, she instinctively covered her chest with her hands. I pulled her into my arms, laid her flat on my lap, and held her with one arm while kneading her large breasts with the other. I gently pinched her nipple with my fingers, and it immediately stood erect. I couldn't resist taking her other breast into my mouth, my tongue circling her areola as I greedily sucked on it. Under my teasing, M cried out "Don't do this!" while moaning and groaning. Her reaction was intense, and my penis, needless to say, was hard, pressing against her back. I thought of D's thick pubic hair, and then looked at M lying half-naked in my arms. My hand slowly moved to her smooth abdomen, wanting to explore further down. She kicked her legs wildly, suddenly breaking free from my embrace, saying no. I was stunned, frozen in shock, my heart pounding. She got dressed and said, "Let's go home." I calmed myself down, thinking that haste makes waste, and didn't continue, taking her home.

The next day, W asked me how things were going, and I said it was going fairly well. He said, "Keep it up, I look forward to taking some nude photos of M for you to enjoy." I said I knew you weren't up to anything. After saying that, W went to flirt with D, and whispered something to her. Then D punched W a few times, looked in my direction, and our eyes met. She blushed and immediately looked away. Later, W told me that he had told D about me seeing her nude photos and wanted to see her reaction. I said, "No wonder D didn't dare look at me then." We smiled at each other, everything understood. That night, I went out with M again. After yesterday's intimacy, I was even bolder. We went to a secluded place, and I kissed her body. She was more relaxed, letting my hands and mouth roam over her body, and even started kissing me first. We were both very absorbed in each other. One hand was around her waist, the other on her lower abdomen, slowly moving downwards, wanting to continue what we hadn't finished yesterday. She tensed, immediately grabbing my hand, gazing deeply into my eyes, asking if I loved her. I said yes. She asked again, what if one day I found out she wasn't so perfect, and stopped loving her? I said no, I would love you forever. At that moment, she finally released my hand, instead holding me tightly. My hand easily slipped under her skirt. I felt her panties were wet, sticky and slippery. Through the panties, I felt her private area, fleshy and soft. When my fingers gently touched her vulva, she cried out, squeezing her legs together, holding my hand firmly, making it difficult for my fingers to go any further. I whispered in her ear, "Darling, open your legs." Surprisingly, she obeyed, opening her legs again. I took the opportunity to slip my hand inside her panties, directly touching her tender vulva. She had some soft pubic hair, and my fingers lightly touched her vulva like a dragonfly skimming the water. As I caressed her, she closed her eyes tightly, bit her lip, and began to grip me tightly with both hands. She was very wet and slippery there, her vagina slightly open, as if trying to suck my fingers in. She was undeniably irresistibly attractive to me, and my fingers involuntarily reached inside, wanting to explore this new territory. I was surprised to find that her vagina was very tight, with great resistance. I thought to myself that only a virgin would be this tight, so I stopped, wanting to save her first time for my penis. I continued to gently touch her from the outside; it was so stimulating that my penis became swollen and hard, pressing against her body. Her small hands gradually moved to my penis and caressed it. I simply unzipped my pants and let her touch it inside. As she touched it, she began to stroke my penis. I felt so good that I couldn't hold back and ejaculated after a few thrusts. She seemed a little surprised, as if she hadn't quite gotten over it yet. I quickly wiped her hands, feeling a bit guilty, and said it was just too exciting, and I couldn't help myself. Then we tidied our clothes and went home together. This premature ejaculation reminded me of my first time with my girlfriend in college; I also ejaculated in less than a minute. I even started to wonder if I had a problem with that. The day after I posted on the sex forum, I excitedly told W that I touched M's vagina last night. He asked me how it felt, and I said it was so wet, slippery, and tight. He asked if I went any further. I said I felt M was still a virgin, so I didn't dare go any further and just touched her from the outside for a while. W asked me again if I made her orgasm. I said she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it, and I didn't know if that counted. W said that someone with her figure definitely wouldn't have such a reaction; you must not have satisfied her. I asked curiously, "Are there so many rules?" He said that a woman's most sensitive spot is her clitoris, and some women's clitoris is hidden quite deep, requiring you to pull back the foreskin to find it. If you touch her there, she'll soon be unable to resist and will be completely at your mercy. I felt like I had obtained a martial arts manual and thanked him repeatedly. He said there was no need to thank him, just remember to take a few more pictures to show him.

This weekend happened to be my girlfriend's birthday, so we met up with colleagues for drinks and dinner to celebrate. I even bought her a large plush toy. After dinner, my colleagues said goodbye, and I took my girlfriend back to her dorm. When we got to the dorm building, since men aren't allowed in the women's dorms, I begged the dorm supervisor to let me know it was her birthday and her colleagues had given her many gifts. I offered to help her carry the gifts upstairs. Most of my female colleagues weren't in the dorms on the weekend, so the supervisor made an exception, saying I had to leave before lights out at 11 pm. I thanked her profusely, and then I carried the gifts inside. When I got to her room, there was no one there. I asked, "Who lives in your dorm?" She said it was just a few new colleagues and D. I put down my things, and my lust was aroused again. She shyly tried to avoid me, but she couldn't escape my clutches. I grabbed her and started kissing and groping her. This time, in a safer environment, my girlfriend was much more relaxed. We kissed passionately, and then I pushed her down onto the bed and started undressing her. She said no, it was almost time, and she had to leave. I said there was no rush, there were still thirty minutes. She couldn't resist me, so she let me undress her completely. We were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, and she lay naked in front of me, her face flushed with excitement, shyly turning her head away, not daring to look at me. I parted her thighs and saw for the first time the sacred place I had longed for. Her vulva was very pink, like a bud about to bloom, with a few beautiful sparse pubic hairs. I immediately remembered what W had told me, and used my hand to pull back the foreskin of her clitoris, revealing the little clitoris. My fingers, moistened with her vaginal fluid, rubbed incessantly on her clitoris. Sure enough, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her moans grew louder. I continued to tease her sensitive spots, and she couldn't hold back any longer and began to cry out loudly, her vagina opening and closing, constantly flowing with vaginal fluid. The scene was incredibly beautiful. I quickly pulled down my pants, got ready, but whether from excitement or nervousness, my penis wouldn't get hard at this crucial moment. Seeing such a beautiful vagina right in front of me, but my penis failing me, I tried for a long time without success, creating an extremely awkward atmosphere. My girlfriend noticed this and got up to comfort me, saying it was probably because I was too tired and had drunk some alcohol. I said I'd try again, and M lay down again, spreading her legs to try and accommodate me. Because of my nervousness and the lingering trauma from previous encounters, no matter how hard I tried, my penis just wouldn't get hard enough, and I couldn't penetrate. Seeing my dejected look, M got up again to comfort me. She gently stroked my penis with her hand, then took it into her mouth, her tongue licking the glans back and forth, the movements so natural. This experience was truly wonderful. My penis slowly hardened, but as usual, I ejaculated in less than a minute. Before she could even spit it out, I had ejaculated into her mouth, my face covered in semen. She quickly covered her mouth and went to the bathroom to vomit. I felt a little guilty towards my girlfriend, so I rushed over to help her pour water and wipe her down with a hot towel. She asked if I felt better. I hugged her and said with great remorse, "Wife, I'm sorry, I'm so useless, I didn't make you feel good too." She paused for a moment; this was the first time I had called her "wife." Then she leaned against me and said, "Honey, what you touched me just now felt so good." I said I still felt bad for not letting her experience the pleasure of being a woman. She said it was okay, all men feel this way the first time. I sensed something was wrong and felt a pang of disappointment. M also realized what was happening and quickly told me that it was almost time and I had to go. I packed up, kissed my girlfriend goodbye, and went home.

[The End]

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