female captain

I'm sure everyone has seen the Olay ( 　　Senior Female Officer) commercials, right? There's one ad with a line I remember: "We both use sunscreen, so why isn't my skin as milky white as hers?"
What I remember most vividly is that mixed-race female model in the ad—so elegant, so classy, and most importantly, that irresistible smile, that perfect skin. It always sparked endless fantasies, making me want to strip her naked and then…
Having lived for twenty-three years, if I had to talk about my erotic experiences, I'd have to start from last year. Sigh, I'm ashamed to say that for the past twenty-odd years, the only thing I'm proud of is successfully getting into the Army Academy's undergraduate command program. As for my erotic life, it was completely blank—nothing at all. If I had to force something onto that blank sheet, it would be the countless times I've thought of that mixed-race model in the Olay ad, naked in front of me, moaning lewdly, and then me using my most intimate right hand to bring myself to orgasm.
Last year, I had just graduated from the Army Academy and was officially commissioned as a lieutenant. I pulled a lot of strings to get a job back in my hometown. Since I had just started working, I was appointed as a platoon leader in the reconnaissance company. Haha, those of you who know the military know that a lieutenant can't possibly be a platoon leader, but that's the reality. It's common for newly assigned lieutenants to be assigned to grassroots positions for training. It's quite common for lieutenants to become platoon leaders at the deputy company level.
Naturally, I was very enthusiastic when I first started working. Because our reconnaissance company was stationed in a relatively remote area with few distractions, I was able to throw myself wholeheartedly into my work. So, in addition to my work, I maintained my daily exercise routine from when I was at the Army Academy. I could easily do eight reps on the horizontal bar, and the giant swing wasn't too difficult either.
In grassroots units, especially for platoon leaders like us, no matter how high your education level or how broad your knowledge, the soldiers won't truly respect you. They only respect those with real skills (like being very strong, throwing a grenade 70 meters, or doing 50-60 pull-ups). Luckily, as a graduate of the Army Academy, my physique is undoubtedly excellent. Plus, I'm 1.8 meters tall and have a muscular build that many envy, so none of the soldiers under my command disobey me.
As the saying goes, a strong general makes a strong army. A year has passed, and my reconnaissance platoon's performance in all aspects is outstanding, all of which has been noticed by the leadership.
This March, the division headquarters issued an order that our unit must send an outstanding officer with at least a bachelor's degree to participate in the advanced training course for reconnaissance soldiers organized by the military region. Being highly valued by the leadership, I was naturally chosen without hesitation to participate in this training course and reported to XX city in early April.
When I received this assignment, I was so excited I barely slept for three days and three nights. One reason was that this rare opportunity, so easily assigned by my superiors, proved I was valued. Another reason was that the city I was going to for further studies, XX, was known for its abundance of beautiful women, and I had a feeling that something I'd never experienced in my twenty-plus years of life might actually happen.
The long-awaited April finally arrived after more than ten sleepless nights. I eagerly boarded the train to XX, fantasizing the whole way, and finally endured those agonizing twenty-plus hours. The first thing
I did after getting off the train was not to immediately take a taxi. Instead, I stood near the exit of the XX train station, eager to see what this city, supposedly teeming with beautiful women, held. However, it wasn't the scene of beautiful women I'd imagined. There were only people coming and going, carrying large and small bags, all sorts of people rushing about, no time for leisurely strolls, but hurriedly keeping to their schedules. Extremely disappointed, I had no choice but to take a taxi and head towards the school.
After registering at the Continuing Education Department of the school, I was assigned a double room on the first floor. The dormitories in the Continuing Education Department were quite unique. Since the administrators all lived on the first floor, the female officers' dormitories were also located there. With three female officers' rooms and three administrator rooms, only one male dormitory room on the far west side and two shared bathrooms were left.
Looking at the new dormitory, I felt very unhappy because we were the only ones left on the first floor, and there was a constantly noisy bathroom next door. Sigh, for the first time, I, who naturally enjoy making friends, felt lonely.
My roommate was named Atao. He had graduated from this military academy before, just like me, last year. Because we were about the same age, and he was practically a local (although he wasn't from XX city), we became close friends after an hour of chatting. After all, we were going to live together in this room for three months.
That night before bed, we were like we were back in our student days, having our usual late-night chat. Men don't talk about women, and we're men, so... hehe...
"Tao, everyone says XX city is teeming with beauties. You've been here for four years, you must have seen a lot, right?"
"Seen? Countless."
"Sigh, I've heard that before, but damn it, today after getting off the train, I stood at the station entrance for half an hour and didn't see a single girl who could be my sexual fantasy."
"You're such an idiot! People at the train station are all rushing to make a living, barely scraping by. They don't have time for makeup or skincare. Even the really hot girls would be flat-chested, right?"
"Hmm, that makes some sense."
"Brother Xi, do you have a girlfriend? Have you ever slept with anyone? How many?"
"Hehe, all blank."
In the darkness, his question touched a nerve, and I could only manage an awkward smile.
"Don't pretend to be innocent with me, I don't believe you. Someone as good-looking and hot-blooded as you, nobody would believe you."
"By the way, where in XX city are the most beautiful women?"
To avoid him continuing to embarrass me, I quickly changed the subject.
"That goes without saying, of course it's XXX Pedestrian Street and YYY Pedestrian Street! I'll take you there next weekend."
And so, the two of us slowly fell asleep. After a day of disappointment, hearing Atao's words filled me with hope again, and I cheered myself up. I believed tomorrow's sun would be the brightest!
The following week, our advanced class officially began. Just like in the Army Academy, there wasn't a single female student. The reason was simple: we were all from reconnaissance units, and how many female officers would like this profession, let alone beautiful women?
As for the accommodations, I gradually discovered that living on the first floor had its advantages. There was only one room on the first floor, used as a dormitory for male officers. The other three rooms for administrators were often empty; the captain and his men rarely slept there. As for the three female dormitories, needless to say, there wasn't a single person there.
So, it seems the public bathroom next to me has become our private bathroom. According to the rules, we should be mindful of appearances when going to the bathroom from our rooms; we absolutely cannot be shirtless or wearing only briefs. However, since there are no girls living on the first floor yet, and my room and bathroom are next door, very close, I always go to the bathroom shirtless and wearing only a small pair of briefs. This has gradually become a habit.
In addition, I still consistently maintain a habit I developed since the Army Academy: every day I do several large swings on the horizontal bar in front of the building, followed by dozens of pull-ups until I'm drenched in sweat.
The long-awaited Sunday finally arrived! Tao and I took a taxi to xxx pedestrian street (I suggested not taking the shared bus because I was like a groom on his wedding night, impatient and eager). Once we got to the pedestrian street, my excitement reached its peak. My eyes were practically glued to the screen. I really regretted only having two eyes; why didn't I bring a DV camera to film it properly?
The phrase "beauties abound in XX city" is perfectly aptly described here. They not only have great figures but also incredibly beautiful skin, yet none can compare to my sexual fantasy girl—Lanlan (my code name when I masturbate)—the mixed-race model in the Olay commercial.
As I spoke, my eyes lingered on an advertisement hanging on the second floor. Yes, that was the Olay model I was thinking of. She was still as fair and delicate as milk, still capable of instantly making me erect. Slowly, I entered the same sexual fantasy I'd repeated countless times: Lanlan… oh, my beloved Lanlan…
"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Xi, what are you doing? Staring at the building like that (a slang term in XX city, meaning specifically looking at beautiful women), and…"
he said, pointing to his crotch. He'd already noticed the erection.
"Hehe, nothing, just thinking about this uniquely designed building for a while,"
I told a lie that even I didn't believe.
The following week was uneventful. I continued my routine, attending classes every day, exercising in front of the building every afternoon, and showering shirtless in my underwear every day. Occasionally, I would think of Lanlan in the empty bathroom and then have sex with my most intimate right hand, until this weekend…
The blackboard on the first floor read: “Shenyang Military Region Accounting Training Class, please report to room 106.” (Our room was 107, next to 106.) I didn’t care, because it seemed to have nothing to do with me. We weren’t classmates; they were in another class. So I continued exercising in front of the building. Today, I wore a white, tight-fitting tank top, exposing my muscles, and camouflage pants, my favorite combination. It showed off my upper body and gave me a very military look.
After spinning three times on the horizontal bar, I jumped down. Just then, I saw a female military officer carrying a suitcase walking towards my room. She glanced at my open door, but no one was there (it was Sunday, and Atao had probably gone out to meet some lover). She looked at me, puzzled.
The moment our eyes met, I pinched my arm hard. Was I having another sexual fantasy? But reality told me I was perfectly rational; it was all real.
Standing before me was Lanlan, the woman I had been longing for. The only difference was that she was wearing an officer's cap and a well-fitting military uniform, her rank insignia indicating captain. She wore black, high-heeled women's shoes that exposed her arches. While not as revealing as the Lanlan in the advertisements, her flawless, milky-white complexion, her prominent breasts, her slender waist, and her long legs created a different kind of irresistible sexiness, completely different from the Lanlan in the advertisements.
This kind of sexiness was more subtle, more natural, and more unforgettable. My eyes, rather impolitely, met hers, and I brazenly roamed over her entire body, indulging in fantasies…
until she spoke, breaking the awkwardness: “Comrade, do you know where the captain of room 106 is? I’m from the Shenyang Military Region, here to report for an accounting training course.”
I couldn’t believe it; her voice sounded so much like Lanlan’s in the advertisement. Could she really be Lanlan, and not just someone who looked exactly like her? Her voice was so sweet, so irresistible, like placing your hand in cool spring water on a hot summer day, letting the water flow gently, experiencing that coolness and tenderness…
I couldn’t even believe she was talking to me, because Lanlan had always been just an object of my sexual fantasies, always so unattainable. I fell into deep thought…
“Comrade, do you know…”
“Are you talking to me?”
I still couldn’t believe it.
"Who else do you think I can talk to? Who else but you?"
Her words finally brought me back to reality from my dazed state. "Oh, sorry, I was exercising just now, and I was a little incoherent. The captain might be out, he'll be back soon. Why don't you leave your luggage in my room and sit here for a bit? The captain might be back soon."
"It's okay, I'll just wait here."
She smiled and glanced at my room.
"Then please wait a little while, the captain might be back soon. I'll do some practice first."
Then I started frantically doing high-difficulty pull-up exercises, from exercises five to eight…
because I knew that a pair of beautiful eyes were watching me from behind, observing me. And I noticed a detail: after I brazenly invaded her space with my eyes, I saw a blush rise on her milky-white face, and unconsciously, her legs slightly moved together. Although it all happened in an instant, I still noticed it, because at that moment, I was completely focused on every part of her.
After getting off the horizontal bar, my white tank top was soaked with sweat. At that moment, I had a feeling of unease, as if I had made a mistake. I felt that I absolutely couldn't go to my "Lanlan" because I thought she was perfect, that her natural fragrance could move any man. How could I allow my goddess to be bothered by my sweat?
After getting off, I didn't talk to her, but stood there lost in thought. Suddenly, a sentence popped into my head, a sentence I had read in a great article by a love expert: "The sexiest man is when he's covered in sweat." Comparing myself to reality, wasn't I at my sexiest right now?
"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting here alone. I haven't even had a chance to talk to you. It's extremely rude of me."
"It's alright. I work in accounting, in the logistics system. I rarely have the opportunity to interact with the training troops, so I rarely see someone like you doing a horizontal bar exercise. Hehe, I usually only see high-difficulty exercises in the regulations, but today I finally saw it in person, haha... I really enjoyed watching it."
She said, covering her mouth and laughing.
But at that moment, my heart was racing. Was this for real? She said I really enjoyed it, and although she added "I enjoyed watching it," I, who like to daydream, still thought she meant she really enjoyed it, and that it wasn't "I enjoyed watching" but "you.
" "It's nothing, I don't have much to do, so I exercise to keep myself healthy. After all, health is the foundation of everything. You can't do anything without health."
Humility has always been a strength of us junior officers. I didn't boast about my abilities but just said it was for exercise, and it seems she agreed with that.
"Hahahaha... It's so much fun chatting with you! You're such a humorous guy. My name is Xu Qing."
What? She was introducing herself to me. Wasn't her name Lanlan?
"My name is Gong Xi. My close friends all like to call me Brother Xi, haha. Judging from your appearance, you're definitely younger than me, but your military rank makes you look older. You should just call me Little Xi, Sister Qing."
I added "Sister Qing" at the end, the purpose of which was obvious—to shorten the distance between us.
"Haha, Little Xi, you have a really sweet tongue. Okay, Sister Qing will accept you as my little brother today. I was born on July 1st, 1979, and I'm currently unmarried."
As she said this, she visibly dozed off, her expression subtly changing, but she quickly recovered and acted as if nothing had happened.
It was obvious that Sister Qing had a story to tell about being unmarried, something that made her unhappy. Since it was something that upset her, I naturally wouldn't mention, "I was born on August 7th, 1981, and I want to get married, but unfortunately, I don't have anyone to marry yet." I didn't back down either, telling her all my details, including the sensitive fact that I didn't have a girlfriend.
The rest of the conversation was natural and uneventful, which I guess was how we got to know each other better. I learned that she was from Dalian, Liaoning, and had loved dancing since childhood. However, due to her family background—her family was a military family—she joined the army.
I also told her some details about myself. The half-hour chat passed quickly. At that moment, the captain returned from outside. I ran ahead of her to the captain and said, "Captain, this is Sister Qing from the Shenyang Military Region. She's here to report for an accounting training course."
The captain probably didn't know I was referring to Sister Qing; he assumed I meant her as his older sister. I said this to leave myself an out, in case anything happened later, so I could prove we were siblings.
At this moment, Xu Qing gave me a mischievous smile, then seriously went through the registration procedures with the team leader. I said to her, "Sister Qing (when the team leader is around, I always call her Sister Qing, making him think she's really my sister), it's getting late. You should rest for a bit, take a shower, and then we'll go out for the most famous hot pot in XX city. Another time, I'll treat you to other famous snacks in XX city."
"Okay, little brother, you're so good."
I smiled smugly. I thought this was definitely a foolproof trick for picking up girls. No beautiful woman dislikes good food. After all, food comes second in terms of basic necessities. Besides shopping for clothes, a woman's biggest hobby is definitely eating.
"I'll go take a shower first and wait for you."
I winked at her and went straight back to my room.
Today I was very careful. Unlike usual, I didn't go to the bathroom wearing only my underwear. I didn't use hot water in the bathroom because I was burning with desire and wanted to quench it with cold water. But it didn't work. My 19-centimeter penis was still erect, red, and the clear fluid on the glans told me that my cock needed…
So I thought of Lanlan again, and then with my intimate right hand… No, today I wasn't thinking of Lanlan anymore. Lanlan was an unattainable, ethereal figure. Today I was thinking of Qingjie, whom I had just met and who was closer to my reality. Although they were so similar, one might even doubt if they were really twin sisters.
I was fantasizing about her lying on the bed, shyly spreading her incredibly smooth thighs, slightly opening her incredibly tender vulva, and me using my penis to fiercely fuck her, slap, slap, slap…
(One point to add here is that there's a wall between the men's and women's bathrooms, but since only the men's bathroom has an exhaust fan, the wall isn't completely flush with the ceiling; there's a ten-centimeter gap to ensure good ventilation in the women's bathroom.
Slowly, I was getting closer to climax when I heard the door open next door, followed by the sound of running water, which abruptly pulled me back from the brink. I've been here for half a month, and this is the first time I've heard someone go into the women's bathroom. Could it be? Yes, I remember saying to Sister Qing today:) "It's getting late, why don't you rest for a bit, take a shower, and then we'll go out for the most famous hot pot restaurant in XX city..."
On the other side of that wall was my current sexual fantasy—Sister Qing, and she was definitely naked. Although I couldn't see her through the wall, my almighty imagination allowed me to picture her...
A bold idea suddenly popped into my head, and I decided to talk to the naked Sister Qing, "Sister Qing, is that you?"
I could clearly sense that although she knew it was me on the other side, she was still quite surprised. After all, we were both taking a shower, and she certainly hadn't expected me to talk to her through the wall.
"Hmm...it's me...what's wrong? Can't I take a shower? I think you were the one who asked me to take a shower..."
At this moment, I was still doing the same thing with my right hand, but because I was suddenly startled, I needed some more stimulation to reach another climax. "Sister Qing, when I talk to you, your voice sounds like a lark singing in spring. Even your voice sounds like singing. I wonder how good your singing will be?"
Women are naturally fond of being flattered, and it was clear that Sister Qing was very receptive to this. She said happily, "Haha...what's wrong? You want to hear me sing? Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll sing one. Tell me, what should I sing?"
"Hmm, how about SHE's 'Not Yet Lovers'?"
"Let me think..."
Why do you care who goes shopping with me? Why are you worried about who flirts with me? You say you feel more for me than others, but you won't say what that means. More than friends, less than lovers, sweet, frustrating, joyful, chaotic. What will become of us in the future? I can't wait to know the answer. Just a little closer and I'll hold your hand. Just a little braver and I'll go with you. What are you waiting for? Time is running out... "The voice is deadly, the lyrics are deadly, especially that line, 'Just a little braver and I'll go with you. What are you waiting for? Time is running out,' which brought me close to orgasm again until I couldn't hear anything anymore, thinking of Sister Qing's "What are you waiting for? Time is running out..."
A thick stream of semen shot out, about a meter away. My lust was completely released with Sister Qing's singing. It was the farthest and most pleasurable time in over 20 years. All of this was thanks to Sister Qing, who was singing naked next door.
"Hey, are you still listening?"
"Of course I am. How could I bear not to listen to such a beautiful voice? Your beautiful voice is a million times better than the voices of the world's three greatest singers."
"Really?"
"Yes, thank you, my dear Qing-jie,"
she clearly didn't know the real reason I thanked her. "Okay, Qing-jie, I'm done showering. I'm going out now; I'll wait for you outside."
Back in my room, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Eager to see Qing-jie after her bath, I quickly got ready and deliberately stood at the door waiting. Slowly, half an hour passed, and she still hadn't come out. Was she, like me in the bathroom, thinking about someone and doing something that would excite her to the extreme?
The door opened, and she finally emerged, her hair still wet. She was wearing a onesie nightgown, which, compared to the military uniform I'd seen her in the afternoon, naturally exposed more skin, revealing a flawless, lotus-like beauty. Her slender legs were perfectly proportioned, neither too thick nor too thin. Her breasts, encased in the nightgown, seemed eager to reveal themselves to their discerning audience, like children about to perform. Her arms looked so soft, one almost hesitated to touch them. As for her face, it was slightly flushed—had she really been inside just now…?
"What's wrong? Can't wait? Wait for me outside the room..."
Little did she know I was deliberately trying to see that picture of a woman bathing in hibiscus
, a sight that would keep me up all night! The rest of the hot pot meal went as usual, with my usual humorous remarks and her classic scene of covering her mouth and smiling. Was she some kind of traditional Chinese woman who always smiled without showing her teeth? After the hot pot, of course, I wouldn't miss the chance to be alone with her, so I casually asked, "Sister Qing, you've eaten so much, shouldn't you go out and stretch your legs to aid digestion?"
"Do you want to go clubbing?"
Good heavens, why does this beautiful woman know my thoughts so well? I did want to go clubbing, because I wanted to confirm whether she was truly a traditional, classical Chinese woman.
"Sister Qing is so understanding! You know exactly what I'm thinking."
"You lead the way, I'll pay. Haha..."
Soon, a taxi took us to the hot dance club, the most famous disco in XX city. When we went in, I witnessed two scenes that absolutely astonished me. From the moment we stepped into the disco, Sister Qing's aura was clearly aroused. The other scene was that about 9 out of 10 men in the disco were giving her lecherous looks. I guess the other one who wasn't looking was either blind or an idiot. How could he not appreciate such a natural beauty?
Soon, Sister Qing walked to the center of the dance floor. As the rhythm intensified, Sister Qing's energetic dance reached its peak. After all, she was a girl who loved art, and her dancing was so graceful, both unrestrained and elegant.
What was even more infuriating was that her dance moves, combined with her mixed-race-like face, perfect skin, and devilish figure, attracted more and more boys to our group. Finally, two seemingly drunk thugs squeezed next to us, even closer to her than I was. They deliberately pushed and shoved each other, their real aim being to take advantage of the high-energy atmosphere to push each other onto Qing-jie and then grope her.
Since they hadn't made a move yet, I naturally couldn't do anything. After all, I was in a good mood today, and I didn't want Qing-jie to be negatively affected. The more you back down, the more others would think you're afraid of them. Finally, one of the thugs "pretended to accidentally" bump into Qing-jie, and then firmly groped one of her breasts—a pair that could make any man swoon.
Qing-jie was startled by this sudden indecent assault, and then stared fiercely at the man with a tearful expression, using her strongest, yet most ineffective, protest!
If I were still a man, I would stand up, especially for Qing-jie, the woman who had brought me to such a blissful state.
"You bastard, what the hell do you mean? You're asking for trouble?"
I certainly wouldn't be polite to a thug like this; I threw a punch.
"Damn it, you're asking for it! You dare hit my boss? Brothers, get him!"
At this moment, four or five people surrounded us. The people in the dance hall quickly dispersed, leaving only the other six surrounding us. Just as one of the guys was about to attack me, a bouncer stepped forward.
"Stop! Anyone who lays a hand on me is asking for death!"
This guy clearly had authority; the guy with his hand raised immediately lowered it. "Hey kid, I don't care what your grudge is, but you're disrespecting me in my territory. You know what I'll do if you disrespect me. Get out of here."
The bouncer pointed to the disco door. "I absolutely don't care if you live or die! You eight aren't welcome here tonight. Please leave!"
Eight! There were six of them, including the two of us. Although I was confident in my position as a reconnaissance platoon leader and believed that six people wouldn't be a problem, Sister Qing had no idea.
She nervously asked the older man, "Are you just going to watch your customer go out and get beaten up?"
The older man's face was ashen; he didn't say anything, just kept pointing at the door.
Because of my confidence, I took Sister Qing's hand for the first time and calmly said to her, "It's okay, trust me."
My resolute words made Sister Qing grip my hand even tighter.
Once outside, the six thugs surrounded us. One of them started speaking: "Kid, my boss took a liking to your girl today, and she's willing to accept it, but you punched him. If you want to live, you're leaving alone tonight, and then come back tomorrow with ten thousand yuan for medical expenses."
He said this while lewdly pointing at Sister Qing.
“If it’s like you say, then I really don’t want to live anymore, because I absolutely won’t leave her to be handed over to those six beasts!”
As I said this, I looked at Sister Qing with tender eyes, and I read approval and acquiescence in her gaze, as I uttered the curse of “beasts.” Finally, the fight started. You punched me, I kicked you. Although I wasn’t at a disadvantage, I was afraid that Sister Qing would get hurt. So, as the saying goes, to catch the thief, you must first catch the kingpin. I quickly subdued the leader who I had punched in the disco, then twisted his hand to its maximum extent, making him scream in pain.
Next, I rationally yelled at his henchmen, “If you want to break his hand, move it again! Qingqing, go call a taxi and stop next to me!”
Sister Qing called a taxi, and after we both got in and the driver started the car, I released the leader. Then the taxi sped away, and all I could hear was the leader berating his henchmen.
"Xiao Xi, what did you call me last?"
"Oh... Sister Qing, the situation was urgent, and we were indeed a couple at the time, so I called you Qingqing. I hope you don't mind."
"Hmm, your hand seems to be bleeding. Did you just cut it?"
"It's nothing, just a minor cut. It'll be fine in a while."
"But..."
Sister Qing was at most on the verge of tears in that dangerous situation, but now, she shed pearly tears and gently stroked the area around my bleeding spot with her soft little hand.
“Sister Qing, I always feel better when I’m in a good mood. I’m not in a bad mood today either, after all, my dear Sister Qing shed tears for me that are like pearls but more precious than pearls.”
“Waaah…”
“Sister Qing, I hope I won’t call you Sister Qing anymore, but use the name I used before, okay?”
Sister Qing nodded while crying. I think she understood what that meant. The name Sister Qing only meant a sibling relationship, while the name Qingqing meant that there would be more room and space for development between the two of them…
Sitting in the taxi, we didn’t say a word. Qingqing (I stopped using the name Sister Qing because Sister Qing had accepted the more intimate name Qingqing) was still crying. There was pain and emotion. After all, she had experienced being molested, threatened, and driven to the brink by the gang leader, until I pulled her out of the predicament. I think Qingqing must have a lot on her mind at this moment. Her right hand was still tightly held by my left hand. I hoped she could calm down, and in fact, she was slowly calming down.
After getting off the bus, I didn't let go of her hand, but held it tightly. As we entered the gate, the soldiers standing ramrod straight asked me to check my identification, their faces expressionless. After all, it was unusual to see a man and a woman holding hands entering the school gate so late at night. We respectfully showed our officer IDs. When the soldier saw Qingqing's ID, he was a little surprised. He had been on duty for two years and this was the first time he had seen such a beautiful female officer enter and exit the school gate. (Qingqing had also entered and exited when she first arrived in the afternoon, but it must have been during one of the other two shifts.) Until we were almost at the dormitory, we hadn't said a word, but instead, we were trying to understand each other's feelings by holding hands. Finally, we arrived at the dormitory door, and Qingqing looked at me deeply: "Xi... today..."
I knew she was going to bring up what happened today again, so I immediately covered her mouth with my hand and said to her, "Don't say anything. Protecting you is my duty!"
When I said this, it was so resolute, so manly.
At that moment, Qingqing was just like a little girl, looking at my wound with her big, pitying eyes. She said, "Your wound will heal soon. Get some rest."
Then she kissed my wound and went back to her room, 101, without looking back.
When I got back to my room, Atao was already fast asleep, while I was replaying in my mind all the unpredictable events of the day. From meeting Xu Qing, who looked exactly like the mixed-race model "Lanlan" from the Olay ad, to reaching orgasm while listening to Qingjie sing in the bathroom, to the perilous scene at the disco that night, and Qingqing no longer calling me Xiaoxi, but Xi, and finally Qingqing's kiss on my wound...
I got up very early the next morning, and the first thing I did was wake Atao up. Then I kept asking Atao what good food and fun places there were in XX city, and I remembered them all. Because I promised Qingqing yesterday that I would take her to eat all the good food in XX city when I had time. Atao was very confused as to why I suddenly cared about these things. Haha, of course I wouldn't tell her, because I didn't want to make a big deal out of it before things were already set in stone.
When we went to the canteen to get our food, I spotted Qingqing in her military uniform from afar. She was quite tall, a typical Northeastern girl, 1.68 meters, not shorter than some of the boys. Another reason, of course, was the large group of people surrounding her, making her easily noticeable.
Ah, there's a saying that's so true: everyone has a love for beauty. Even though they were a group of People's Liberation Army soldiers, hailed as "the most lovable people," they exemplified this perfectly. So
many people in the canteen were giving Qingqing unreserved attention. Although I was seeing my crush being admired by so many, I was completely understanding. They were all young men, what's wrong with that? Besides, the more people staring at her, the more accurate my judgment was.
Accustomed to this, Qingqing exuded a remarkable elegance, always displaying a subtle smile that created an invisible barrier between herself and others. When our eyes met, I smiled, and I saw worry in her eyes. I knew she had been concerned about my injury.
I returned a confident, healthy smile, assuring her there was nothing to worry about, and she looked reassured. We communicated intimately through our eyes, clearly the best way to communicate, knowing that speaking to me under so much scrutiny would invite unnecessary gossip, which wouldn't be good for either of us.
The next day's classes flew by. My anticipation made me exceptionally excited and happy, and everything felt effortless. In the afternoon, I continued my workout, this time with extra intensity, knowing that a pair of beautiful eyes might be watching me from room 101.
After each workout, I, no longer careful, still liked to shower in just my underwear. One time, I ran into Qingqing, who had just finished showering. She laughed and called me a shameless little rascal before running back to her room. I think she must have seen my well-built muscles and the bulge in my underwear.
At school, when other people were around, I rarely spoke to Qingqing, and she naturally understood. We communicated mostly through eye contact. Often, communication beyond words is more effective; silence speaks louder than words.
Whenever we left school to try various famous snacks, we no longer maintained our school reserve, but naturally held hands. Perhaps it was because of that harrowing night, and how she unconsciously took my hand when she was most frightened, that our subsequent hand-holding felt so natural.
Every time I held her hand, I would tease her a little with my fingers, like gently tapping her palm with my index finger, sometimes gripping her hand tighter and sometimes loosening it. Each time, she would glare at me a couple of times, but she didn't seem to reject me. Occasionally, her palms would sweat a little; I wondered if other parts of her body were also sweating like her palms.
For the next two weeks, we happily enjoyed every fun place in XX city, eating all the delicious food I knew. We also got to know each other better. Qingqing's father was a very upright officer in the army. He was already a junior officer in the Vietnam War and had made many meritorious contributions. Even more legendary was that Qingqing's father and another officer, who was a little older than her father, were once cornered by a small Vietnamese unit. The two great soldiers encouraged and supported each other and finally crawled out of the bloodbath. Watching their soldiers leave one by one, the two officers deeply realized what true friendship in adversity and true brotherhood meant. Their relationship after the war was naturally extraordinary. However, due to their different life ideals, Qingqing's father pursued a career in scientific research and teaching, and is now a technical civilian general. Qingqing's uncle, on the other hand, took the administrative path and is now a very important high-ranking official (lieutenant general) in the military region. The relationship between the two old men was very unusual; it seemed they had some kind of agreement. When this was mentioned, Qingqing's expression would always change slightly, a change so similar to the feeling she had when she first met Qingqing and she said she was unmarried. Could there really be something sad about this for Qingqing?
There were only three days left until the May Day holiday. On the evening of April 28th, as previously agreed, we went to the most famous place in XX city for viewing the night view: the X Mountain Viewing Platform. We stood on the top level of the platform. Since it wasn't the weekend, there were no other people there besides the two of us.
Qingqing was incredibly excited. Before her lay a breathtakingly beautiful and magnificent scene: the beautiful city of XX, its lights twinkling in the night, the wide river reflecting the shimmering lights. Such a beautiful sight naturally heightened Qingqing's emotions.
"Look, a shooting star! It's so fast! Quick, make a wish!"
Beautiful girls love such romantic and innocent things. Without even looking at me, she immediately closed her eyes, then solemnly clasped her hands together and silently made a wish.
Although I didn't like doing that, since Qingqing had said so, I absolutely wouldn't disobey her. So, I also clasped my hands together and silently made a wish.
"Qingqing, can you tell me what you wished for?"
"You have to tell me what you wished for first."
Actually, I hadn't planned to wish for anything, but Qingqing suddenly asked, so I could only say, half-jokingly and half-teasingly, "I wish you could kiss my hand again, like you did last time, and then kiss my cheek."
As I said this, my face turned extremely red, having never experienced kissing before. I don't know where I got the courage to say something so direct.
Just as I was blushing and didn't know what to say, Qingqing slowly and gently touched my lips with her small mouth, then pulled away, brushing her hair with her hand. "My wish is to kiss you again."
Oh my god, I never expected that an unconscious teasing would lead to the most wonderful result. Even if I were stupid, I wouldn't be so stupid as to not understand what Qingqing meant, right? I abandoned all gentlemanly manners and restraint, and with the fastest speed and strongest arms, I hugged Qingqing tightly in my arms, then prepared to make eye contact with her again.
Unexpectedly, she closed her eyes. Wasn't this her most obvious way of telling me, "Come on, kiss me, love me..."?
I immediately sealed her lips with mine. Since it was my first kiss with a woman, I was completely at a loss. Although I had read many articles about love and knew how to kiss, when I actually experienced it, I still acted so amateurishly and stupidly. Slowly, our lips were pressed together for about a minute. Then Qingqing opened her mouth and slipped her incredibly smooth tongue into my mouth. Like a little eel, it was impossible to catch. Sometimes it circled around my tongue, sometimes it touched the upper part of my mouth, and sometimes it licked the lower part.
This feeling finally made me truly understand the kissing sensation I had read about in the "Sea of Love" magazine. Naturally, I was also inspired by Qingqing's actions. I tried to stick my tongue into her mouth, stirring it vigorously with faster and stronger movements (perhaps this made me seem more masculine), and then forcefully sucking on her tongue, her upper and lower lips.
This French-style wet kiss lasted for about 5 or 6 minutes. Qingqing hugged my waist even tighter with her small hands. At this moment, I suddenly realized something and cursed myself inwardly: "Gong Xi, Gong Xi, you're such an idiot. Other girls know how to use their hands, but you only know how to kiss." At this moment,
I felt like a child who had found a treasure. My hands excitedly moved slowly from her waist to her buttocks until they stopped on her buttocks, and then I began to vigorously knead them. Because I seemed to have read in the "Sea of Love" magazine that there are not many nerves on the buttocks, so they are not very sensitive, and you need to use more force to have an effect. The breasts, on the other hand, are very sensitive and can only be rubbed gently.
Knowing this, I naturally wanted to vigorously fondle her full, but not overly large, buttocks. At that moment, Qingqing, while kissing me, made soft "mmm...mmm..."
sounds from her lips; I knew she must be very excited.
My hands then slowly moved up from her buttocks, and when they touched a strap—the back strap of her bra—they curved like a pedestrian seeing a prominent sign, wrapping around her back and reaching to the front. Each hand, like a victorious warrior, stood proudly atop its conquered peak, roaring to the sky. Then, my hands began to gently caress her breasts.
Although I didn't know her size at the time, recalling the events of that time, and with the experience I have today, I can conclude that she must have been a 34E. Even through the half-cup bra and a thin layer of shirt fabric, I could still feel how soft her breasts were.
Although I couldn't see the skin color of her breasts, I estimated it was probably the same as her complexion, arms, and other parts of her body—the same milky white skin as the mixed-race model in the Olay commercial. My penis was already erect, pushing against my briefs like a tent.
Boldly, I pressed my lower body close to Qingqing's thighs, clearly wanting her to feel my need. My hands tried to bypass her clothes to actually touch her breasts, while my tongue intensified its movements, circling hers vigorously.
The moans coming from Qingqing's lips grew louder, and her body temperature rose sharply. From these natural bodily reactions, I knew Qingqing meant it; she had sensed my need, and I had sensed hers.
Just then, footsteps sounded on the stairs of the observation deck. Qingqing and I quickly separated like two children who had done something wrong. I saw her immediately tidying her disheveled hair and the clothes I had crumpled, while I gave her that same mischievous smile, and she gave me her signature, intensely affectionate glare!
No longer in the mood to enjoy the night view, we left the observation deck arm in arm. From holding hands on the way up, we walked down tightly embracing each other. Although others might not have thought anything of it, we two certainly enjoyed it.
In the taxi on the way back, we habitually sat in the back, but this time, instead of holding hands, I rested her head on my broad shoulder. Every now and then, when the driver wasn't looking, I would steal a kiss on her cheek, followed by another mischievous grin.
When we arrived at the dormitory, I reluctantly let go of Qingqing's arm. I stood there, not going straight to my room as usual, but looking into her eyes.
Qingqing brought her lips close to my ear and whispered in a sweet, gentle breath, "Qingqing understands what you mean, but not today. Look, the captain's room light is still on. What if he checks the rooms later? Do you mean you won't make a sound when we're doing it?"
Although my libido was high, I still had some sense of reason. Besides, after Qingqing's hint, I understood her even more. "Baby, take a shower later and go to bed early, *kiss*..."
With a goodbye kiss, I quickly returned to the dormitory.
Looking at Atao on the bed, the snoring, and the strong smell of alcohol in the room, I thought, "That drunkard."
I picked up a towel and a basin and headed to the bathroom.
I had barely turned on the tap when I heard a loud "bang" of a door slamming shut next door. I knew Qingqing was already there. Listening to the rushing water, I remembered what Qingqing had said to me that night: "...Don't you make any noise when we're doing 'that'?"
Suddenly, I felt incredibly proud of myself. I felt so honored by my last words to her; that reminder to take a shower before bed had been so incredibly helpful.
"Qingqing, is that you?"
"Yes."
That familiar voice belonged to her; she was the only girl in the entire building. "I missed you."
"Me too..."
Then, I nervously turned off the water, opened the bathroom door, and, in the darkness, gently knocked on the women's bathroom door. With that knock, I heard another sound—the sound of something falling to the floor. Was Qingqing scared or just nervous?
I didn't knock again. After about half a minute, the door opened slightly. I looked back to make sure no one was there, then quickly slipped into the women's bathroom. Once inside, I said nothing, but used my strong shoulders to tightly embrace her naked body, continuing our French kiss from the X Mountain observation deck, and continuing the caresses that had been interrupted by others.
When my hands finally touched her breasts, I felt how tender and smooth they were, how full they were—the feel was simply wonderful, irresistible.
After caressing them for a few minutes, I could clearly feel her nipples harden. In the dim light of the bathroom, I couldn't see the exact color, but I was sure it was pink, because her breasts felt so wonderful, so tender and soft.
Then my hand slowly moved towards her lower body, towards her most mysterious pubic hair, the neatly arranged, sparse pubic hair playfully sticking up. When my hand touched the entrance to her vagina, the place every man desires, she visibly paused. Then we parted our lips, and in the dim light, Qingqing looked so sexy, so alluring. "Baby, tonight you're mine!"
I continued to tease her vagina, inserting my index finger into her labia, carefully probing, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. Perhaps it was because of the shower, or perhaps because our libido was too high, but her vagina was noticeably wet. I didn't know if it was water or her vaginal lubrication, maybe the former, maybe the latter, or perhaps both.
At this moment, Qingqing gently grasped my erect penis with her smooth little hand, then slowly manipulated the foreskin, stroking it up and down. Her eyes were fixed on me, an expression I couldn't decipher. Was it a look of lust, or was she asking if I was feeling good? Oh God, I can't take it anymore!
Today was the first time my penis, which had only ever been with my right hand, had experienced a foreign object other than my right hand. And this foreign object was none other than Qingqing, the person who looked exactly like Lanlan in my sexual fantasies every time my penis was with my right hand.
I was quickly pushed to the edge of orgasm. I stopped touching Qingqing's vagina and grabbed her hand that was stroking me: "Qingqing, I can't take it anymore, can I go in?"
At this moment, Qingqing was definitely in need as well, because I had already aroused her. She nodded, then turned around and turned on several faucets, making the water gushing even louder. What a smart and cautious woman, remembering to make more noise so that no one outside could hear at such a crucial moment.
She held onto the water pipe with one hand, facing her buttocks towards me, and then used her other small hand to grasp my penis, anxiously guiding it to the entrance of her honey pot. Turning back to look at me with tender affection, she said, "Xi, I don't regret it. Today, I want to be your woman."
With my words, "I will always love you," I finally, guided by her, thrust my 19-centimeter penis all the way in, until it touched her cervix. A painful cry followed, accompanied by the "splashing" sound of water: "Ah!"
"I'm sorry, Qingqing, I hurt you. Let's stop."
"Don't pull it out. It's my first time experiencing such a powerful penis, so I'm a little unaccustomed to it. But I like that feeling of fullness... Slowly thrust in and out... Yes, just like that, slowly thrust in and out..."
The feeling of my penis being completely enveloped in her vagina was warm and slippery, a feeling I could never experience when masturbating before. This feeling was so wonderful and so stimulating. Plus, it was really my first time inserting my penis into a woman's most mysterious place, and the other person was my favorite "Lanlan." I probably only thrust less than 30 times, which was less than half a minute. An extremely tingling sensation came from the head of my penis. I excitedly pushed my buttocks forward hard, so that my penis was completely inserted into the deepest part of her vagina. A thick stream of semen shot powerfully into Qingqing's uterus.
After my climax, I slowly bent down and hugged Qingqing from behind, who was arching her back with her buttocks raised. I held her right breast with my left hand and her left breast with my right, then straightened her body and whispered in her ear, "Qingqing, I'm so useless. I just aroused you, but I can't satisfy you. I'm so useless."
At that moment, I felt extremely ashamed and inferior. "I'll never touch you again because I don't want to see my Qingqing suffer because of me."
"Why do you say that? Actually, Qingqing knows that this is your first time. What man can be so skilled and bring a woman to orgasm the first time? He's definitely not a virgin. If you act like you're very experienced, Qingqing will be unhappy."
Qingqing spoke like a loving mother instructing her child.
"What do you mean by 'that'? I don't understand!"
I pretended, wanting to hear Qingqing use such lewd words.
"Don't give me that! I know you too well, you just want me to say that... word..."
Qingqing's voice was barely audible when she said "dry," but I still heard it.
Looking at her shy face, I couldn't bear to tease her anymore. Instead, I gently kissed her lips again, my hands wandering over her firm 34E breasts, slowly moving to her dark, inverted triangle area.
This time, I didn't rush in and probe her vaginal walls like before. Instead, I patiently explored the outside until I gently touched her clitoris. I could feel her body shudder, followed by a soft moan from her mouth. After stroking her clitoris for a while, I turned to my hands on her labia, gently tugging and caressing them until I could feel her vaginal fluid flowing out.
Meanwhile, Qingqing, while kissing me, also grasped my penis again with her smooth little hands. She gently scratched the skin around my testicles with her fingernails, the new sensation making me incredibly excited. It was similar to the tingling sensation during ejaculation, yet different. Stimulated, my penis quickly became erect again. Qingqing,
recognizing her success, continued to stroke the foreskin of my penis with her little hands, rotating it slightly as she moved it up and down. Ah, Qingqing really knows how to please a man.
I wasn't going to back down either, and I intensified my finger work inside her vagina, very forcefully and deeply, making her moans louder and louder, until she pulled her lips away from mine, looking at me with an extremely seductive gaze, and said to me, "Xi... I can't take it anymore... Don't do it anymore... Just go in..."
At this point, I had no mood to deliberately tease her anymore, of course I couldn't bear to refuse her, so I nodded, and then watched Qingqing remove her little hands, and once again, just like the first time we had intercourse, she turned her back, held onto the water pipe with both hands, arched her back, and then raised her buttocks towards me, waiting for me...
I held my penis, because of today's experience, I knew where to insert it, and slowly pushed it towards the vaginal opening until it touched the outer labia, and then thrust it in hard...
"Oh..."
Qingqing groaned comfortably, her warm fleshy hole completely engulfing my penis.
Because I was too nervous and inexperienced the first time I entered, I only cared about the fact that I had penetrated. But this time, I knew how to carefully experience Qingqing's vagina. Oh my god! This is Qingqing's vagina, slightly narrow yet warm and inviting, slippery and warm. That feeling would make any man reluctant to pull his penis out.
After Qingqing's hot vagina adapted to my size, it enveloped me like surging waves, layer upon layer. I groaned in pleasure, thrusting vigorously. Qingqing's continuous moans were like a seductive enchantment, greatly increasing my lust. My
hands were not idle at this time either, reaching from behind to grasp her breasts, which appeared even fuller and larger due to gravity. At that moment, I didn't care about her feelings anymore, fiercely and forcefully kneading them.
Qingqing moved vigorously back and forth, her hips thrusting to meet the thrusts of my penis. Her long hair danced in the air like waves, and a look of ecstasy spread across her face. Her vaginal fluids gushed forth like molten lava.
After about a few hundred thrusts, and ten minutes later, Qingqing let out a series of delicate moans from deep within her throat. With each violent contraction of her vagina, a gush of hot fluid gushed out, scalding my penis and causing me to ejaculate violently. We both reached our climax simultaneously!
After a moment of breathlessness, I held the limp Qingqing in my arms again, letting her lean on my shoulder. She caressed my chest muscles affectionately, and then I whispered in her ear, "Qingqing, I love you to death. I can give up everything else except you and my parents."
"Mmm."
I could tell she was satisfied with my confession because I hadn't said anything like other men, like the cliché of loving only one person and being willing to give up everything for them. Instead, I had placed her status alongside my parents who gave me life and raised me, proving that I was rational and hadn't abandoned a basic principle of being a decent human being. However, her "thank you" didn't express any real meaning.
"I told you, it's not that you're not good enough, it's just that it was normal the first time. Look, you made me like that just now..."
Perhaps seeing my hesitation, Qingqing immediately changed the subject and started praising me. Of course, she was also trying to boost my confidence as a man.
Afterwards, we showered together, laughing and joking. Of course, my penis became erect again, while Qingqing said seriously, "You pervert, are you planning to shower until tomorrow? We have class tomorrow."
Although I really wanted to, I still listened to her. Besides, making love in the bathroom like this, although exciting and pleasurable, was still nerve-wracking. What if someone walked into the men's bathroom while we were making love and forgetting everything else and shouting loudly?
After we finished washing, Qingqing gave me a mischievous smile and asked, "What do you like about me?"
I didn't say anything, but instead took the initiative to wipe the water droplets off Qingqing's body. Through the towel, I traced her hair, her angelic mixed-race face, her high and firm breasts, her slender waist, her inverted triangle that made me swoon, her incredibly sexy thighs, her perfectly proportioned calves, and finally her tender little feet.
From my earnest actions, Qingqing truly felt that I loved every part of her body, every inch of her skin, because I felt that these things were indeed worthy of my affection and love…
“You little rascal, you’ve made us take a bath for over an hour! Go back and get some rest, you have class tomorrow.”
“I didn’t hurt you. If I were, why didn’t you look pained? You looked so happy.”
She gave me that habitual glance.
I whispered in her ear, “Baby, you’re tired too. Go to sleep early. I’ll think of everything else. I’ll get you something tomorrow night, bye… Oh, right, go out first and see if anyone’s outside.”
Qingqing was startled at first, then immediately understood what I was going to give her tomorrow. She smiled mischievously, opened the door, and went out.
“Everyone’s asleep!”
she muttered playfully to herself before running back to her room.
The next morning, I felt more energetic than ever before. Was it because I had finally released all the pent-up desire I’d been suppressing for years last night? I think so, otherwise why wasn't it this good before, but today it's so good? There's a saying that women in love are the most beautiful, and I'd coin a phrase: men are most energetic after sex.
Thinking back to last night in the women's bathroom, Qingqing and I made love, reaching our peak together…
After class at noon, I took leave to go shopping. Last night I promised Qingqing not to worry, that I would take care of everything else, including safety, of course. A responsible man is definitely not the kind who just pulls up his pants and leaves after sex, leaving everything else to the woman.
In a self-service pharmacy, I searched for ages but couldn't find the emergency contraception I'd heard about before. It was my first time buying adult products, and honestly, I was incredibly shy. I planned to go back and ask the more experienced Atao to buy it for me, but just as I was about to leave, I suddenly remembered my promise to Qingqing yesterday. If I can't even afford to buy emergency contraception myself, how can I be a responsible man?
Stubbornly, I gritted my teeth and finally mustered the courage to ask the saleswoman, "Excuse me, where is the emergency contraceptive pill?"
After receiving a reply, I calmly walked over. I think by then I was no longer shy or timid, because I knew that a shy, timid man like me wasn't qualified to be a young man. Next to the pills, I also saw condoms. I remembered reading about similar things before—that taking too many pills is bad for a woman's health—so I grabbed three boxes without hesitation…
During class that afternoon, I kept looking at the pills I bought today with curiosity and repetition. I read the instructions at least countless times. Haha, in all my years of schooling, I've never read a passage for so long.
The two afternoon classes passed quickly as I repeatedly read the instructions. After the bell rang, since most of my classmates were student leaders, they probably had many activities and meals to attend. Unless it was a situation where review was absolutely necessary, almost no one would stay in the classroom to study during mealtime.
Normally, I'd probably be back in my room changing and exercising by now, but today I wanted to take advantage of this perfect opportunity—no one around—to meet Qingqing in a public place at school and give her the "safety item" I promised her last night.
Thinking this, I immediately picked up my Mitsubishi M720 and dialed her number.
"Hello... *kiss*—Did you miss me?"
Her sweet voice came through the receiver as soon as the call connected, and I was naturally thrilled.
"My darling Qingqing, of course I missed you terribly! Where are you?"
"What's wrong? I just got back to my dorm. We're about to eat. What, you're not back yet?"
"No, I went out and bought some things for you. I wanted to give them to you now, but I can't give you something like that in a public place. It would be too bad for you if others saw us. So, I'm in this empty classroom right now..."
Before I could finish, she interrupted me.
"You want me to come over, right? I'm coming to get the food you bought me. If it's not enough to fill my stomach, you'll have to make sure I have dinner, okay? Hehe..."
"Okay, darling, I'll wait for you, bye... *kiss*..."
After hanging up, I started organizing my books, planning to give them to Qingqing when she arrived, and then we'd go out for dinner. After organizing my books, I waited about five minutes. Qingqing, whom I hadn't seen all day, gently pushed open my half-closed door and nimbly slipped inside.
Perhaps afraid that others would see us meeting so unexpectedly, Qingqing instinctively closed the door behind her. I looked at Qingqing today; she wasn't wearing a hat, and her long, black, shiny hair, just past her shoulders, was absolutely as beautiful as any model in a famous shampoo commercial, only today it was neatly pinned up with a crystal hair clip.
Since it was during regular class time, and class had just ended, she was dressed in a crisp, neat military uniform, with a bright red tie over her shirt, and perfectly straight trouser seams. Paired with black mid-heeled women's leather shoes, she exuded an air of elegance and respect.
"What's wrong, you little rascal? Is this the first time you've seen me in a uniform?"
"Not at all, not at all. I wanted to look closely before, but I was afraid you'd think I was lewd, so I didn't dare look too long or too closely. Today I finally got a good look! Our Captain is so dignified! I salute you!" She
then gave a joking salute.
"Hmph, you were afraid I'd call you lewd before, but you're not afraid now? Lewd."
When she said the word "lewd," there was no hint of reproach; it just seemed like she was deliberately trying to annoy me. And I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass; I had to get back at her.
"Okay, from now on I won't be lewd anymore, which means I won't look at you anymore."
So I closed my eyes, pretending I really wouldn't look at her anymore.
Slowly, after a while, my nose smelled a very pleasant perfume. Because I've never been a fan of women's cosmetics, I didn't know what kind of perfume it was, but it definitely wasn't some cheap, low-quality product. It gave off a comfortable and pleasant feeling, making you want to keep smelling it. Then I felt a pair of full buttocks sit on my lap, and a pair of smooth little hands encircled my neck.
To confirm that it was real, I suddenly opened my eyes, and saw that face that looked like a mixed-race model, with a pair of big eyes staring into mine at the same time.
A smug smile: "Didn't you say you wouldn't be lewd anymore, wouldn't look at me anymore? Why did you go back on your word?"
I surrendered!
"I can't bear
to part with you..." Then came a deep French kiss, my hands grabbing her buttocks from behind. As the kiss reached its climax, both of our tongues teased each other more intensely.
I pushed her away and looked at her again. I think she must have seen my desire in my eyes, and I saw tacit consent on her flushed face. So I unbuttoned her military uniform one button at a time without taking off her coat, then pulled her tie down, and then repeated the action of unbuttoning.
This time, I was unbuttoning her shirt. When I reached the fourth button, a pair of full, almost spilling breasts were restrained by a pink lace demi-cup bra.
I no longer had the patience to unbutton them slowly. I quickly unbuttoned the bottom few buttons, leaving her completely clothed, and then sealed her breasts with my lips. At the same time, my hands pressed against her skin, reaching her back, and groped to unhook the bra, truly liberating those restrained peaks.
After the bra was off, I didn't continue kissing her breasts. Instead, I carefully examined them—breasts I hadn't been able to see clearly in the dim bathroom light the night before. High and firm, showing no signs of sagging, their color was similar to the rest of her skin—so white, only more delicate and smoother. The nipples were indeed the pink I had imagined.
Because of the kiss just now, it was now very hard, and her erect nipples were even more defined. The shape of her breasts was similar to that of a ripe peach, very full and smooth to the touch, making them irresistible.
Looking at it from a distance, the red tie, which I had pulled down, was still hanging around her neck, so the middle of the tie was resting against her cleavage, resembling a winding stream flowing through the valley between two small mountain peaks.
At this moment, Qingqing could be said to be incredibly sexy. Although I had completely unbuttoned her solemn military uniform, it was still worn open on her body. The scene was incredibly stimulating and lewd. Coupled with the stimulation of her soft, elastic buttocks sitting on my lap, if my penis wasn't hard by now, I would definitely be impotent. Hehe, of course, I'm a normal person...
Since our lovemaking in the bathroom yesterday, I know at least that Qingqing is a very open woman, because a traditional woman would not agree to have sex with someone in the bathroom for the first time, let alone actively seduce a man.
Today, as I kissed Qingqing's breasts, she unbuttoned my military uniform and shirt just like I had undressed her. Then, she caressed my firm chest muscles with her hands.
When I stopped smelling her breasts, she pressed her lips to my chest, slowly extending her tongue to lick my nipples, circling them. A cool sensation shot through my nipples—it felt amazing!
I ran my hands through her hair, then awkwardly unfastened her crystal hair clip behind her head with my right hand, completely releasing her beautiful hair and making her even more alluring.
Qingqing, of course, understood the intention behind my obvious actions. She supported herself on my shoulders, stood up, loosened her uniform belt, unbuttoned the side buttons of her trousers, and slowly pulled down her military pants.
What appeared before me first was a pair of panties that were so small they were practically nonexistent, made of just a piece of white cotton fabric and two white strings tied together in a bow on one side. I almost had a nosebleed from the sight. Then I saw her sexy thighs, followed by her comfortable knees and smooth, white calves.
When she was about to lift her legs out from under her pant legs, I stopped her. I liked seeing her like this. Her once neatly styled hair was now disheveled and messy. She wore a messy military uniform and shirt with no buttons fastened, revealing all the beautiful scenery of her chest. A simple military tie was pulled down and leaned lazily between her breasts. In the middle was a pair of small white panties with a drawstring, barely covering her mysterious and sexy black inverted triangle area. Her military pants, which originally had two very straight creases, were pulled down to her ankles.
It was all so sexy and lewd. Yes, I wanted her to stay in that position. I was going to untie the two strings of her panties, and then, with my penis, take Qingqing and me to the peak of sexual pleasure right here in my classroom.
I moved my chair slightly, adjusting it to the best position, and then, through the triangle formed by Qingqing's legs and her pants that had fallen to the floor, I unzipped my military pants and pulled out my engorged and painfully erect penis.
I didn't rush to take off Qingqing's panties; instead, I waited a moment, giving her a lewd look. Wow!
This adorable Qingqing looked completely enjoying herself, her face flushed, her eyes closed, waiting for me to untie the strings of her panties.
When I stopped, Qingqing opened her eyes in confusion. Her eyes told me she was definitely annoyed that I, with such a strong sexual desire and such impatience, had stopped at this crucial moment, leaving her bewildered.
I teased her, saying, "My dearest Qingqing, you're so sexy..."
"You little rascal,"
she replied, not continuing. A moment of passion is priceless, and I didn't want to waste any more money, haha. So I gently pulled the two bows, and her panties, like a kite with a broken string, slipped off due to gravity and fell onto my pants.
I held her waist and slowly guided her body downwards inch by inch until her vulva was almost touching my throbbing penis. Then, I moved my left hand away from her waist and grasped my penis, aiming it at her already very wet vulva. My right hand continued to guide her body downwards through her waist until her vulva touched my penis.
This time, I didn't thrust in suddenly like yesterday. Instead, I prepared to tease her again. I deliberately moved my penis a few times, rubbing the glans against her vulva.
Clearly, Qingqing couldn't withstand such teasing and stimulation. Suddenly, she opened her beautiful eyes, which had been tightly closed, and glared at me fiercely. Then, instead of slowly lowering herself as I had guided her with my right hand, she quickly sat down on her bottom. My hard penis was beyond my control, and I was meaningfully "forced" into it by Qingqing!
Once I was in the mood, I stopped teasing Qingqing like before and began to thrust upwards. The familiar feeling returned to my lower body, just like the feeling during our second time making love last night. Her warm, moist vagina, slightly narrow yet so comforting and alluring, the labia on both sides rubbing against my penis like waves.
At this moment, Qingqing wrapped her arms around my neck and moved her body up and down rapidly. Her lips were very close to my ear, perhaps to avoid making any noise that might be heard by other students passing by in the classroom corridor.
She tried very hard to control herself, but she kept whispering in my ear, "Ah...ah...go in a little more...hi...ah...oh..."
As she moved her body up and down, her disheveled hair danced around and hit my face, making me very itchy. Her breasts also bounced up and down with the rhythm of her body, pressed tightly against my chest muscles.
This nearly caused my chest nerve cells to die from extreme excitement. As she moved her body upwards, I contracted my hips slightly. When she moved her body downwards quickly, I desperately thrust my hips upwards until they slightly lifted off the seat, until my penis slammed hard against her cervix…
I smelled her very elegant and refined perfume, mixed with the natural scent of her sweaty body. The combination greatly stimulated my olfactory system, so I desperately held back my ejaculation and kept working hard, thrusting upwards again and again…
I don't know how long I thrust, but suddenly I felt Qingqing's vagina contract forcefully, followed by a tremor, and then a large gush of warm fluid poured from deep within her vagina onto my glans. Her little mouth, close to my ear, uncontrollably cried out, “I… I can’t take it… Help me… Ah… I’m going to die…”
Her arms clung tightly to my neck, almost suffocating me. Although I had read about female orgasm online before, witnessing Qingqing faint like this was still shocking.
I stopped thrusting with great concern, caressing her disheveled hair with my right hand and stroking her smooth back with my left…
When Qingqing opened her eyes, she felt that the penis that had brought her such ecstasy still filling her vagina. She shyly whispered in my ear, “You’re so naughty! I just went to heaven with that thing, and I almost couldn’t come back.” She then gently tapped
my chest with her small fist.
“Baby, shall I take you to heaven again?”
Qingqing didn’t speak, but instead kissed me deeply again, encircling my tongue, followed by a rapid series of hip thrusts.
Unable to withstand such intense stimulation, I finally failed to fulfill my promise to take Qingqing to heaven again. Less than three minutes later, I surrendered, a stream of semen shooting deep into her vagina.
After my orgasm, I looked at Qingqing with shame, while she wore a smug expression, whispering in my ear, "Darling, this time you not only brought me to orgasm once, but you also lasted a few minutes, which is a big improvement over yesterday's two times. You still want…you naughty…"
She then pouted and punched my chest again with her small fist.
After our lovemaking, we realized half an hour had passed since we started. What if a particularly studious classmate came to the classroom soon? So we stopped our lingering and quickly got dressed. As usual, we arranged to meet at a restaurant outside the school; she would go first, and I would arrive in three minutes.
Of course, I paid for today's meal, since I kept her from eating. But then I realized something was off, haha, Qingqing had sat on me willingly. Even though I seduced her first, it was actually her who kept me from eating, haha, what a self-deception!
During the meal, when the owner wasn't looking, I secretly slipped her the box of birth control pills under the table and said, "I kept my promise last night, baby."
Qingqing gave me her signature glare. "Wait for me in your dorm when we get back, I'll call you."
Then she glanced at the other customers at the other tables.
After the meal, as usual, we went back to our dorms one after the other. I'd barely stepped inside when the phone rang. Qingqing was definitely watching me closely from behind the curtains. Was she in such a hurry?
"Hello, who is it?"
I teased her.
"Let's go on a trip for May Day."
She wasn't buying it, coolly stating what she really wanted to say.
"Then let's go..."
I asked.
"Hehe, I've laid out the general plan; you're in charge of the specifics."
A playful, almost childlike voice rang out, meaning she wanted me to decide where to go.
My mind raced. My first thought wasn't where to go, but rather what mode of transportation we'd use, as this directly determined the level and standard of our trip—short or long, luxury or economy…plane, train, car, or ship…right! A
ship! Ships take longer, and we can sleep for days and nights on board. Then I could…
" "I've decided, let's go on a Three Gorges cruise."
"Then we need to buy tickets…oh, you're so mean…"
It seemed Qingqing understood.
"Qingqing, I have an old junior high classmate who works at a travel agency here. He should be able to get us two first-class tickets."
"You're so extravagant! You won't even take third or second class, you insist on buying first class."
Qingqing was probably really upset about my extravagant spending.
"Honey, it's like this, third class is eight people a room, second class is four people a room, and first class is two people a room. You decide which ticket to buy." "
Hmm, I'm afraid of sharing a room with people I don't know, so I'll go for first class."
Another burst of laughter.
This little devil, finding another excuse to fool himself.
The first thing I did after hanging up was to flip through my phone book and quickly search for Cui Qiang's number.
"Hey, Qiangzi, this is Brother Xi. Can you do me a favor and get me two tickets for the Three Gorges cruise, preferably for the evening of April 30th."
"Brother Xi, what time is it? There are still two days left of the May Day holiday. Where am I supposed to find a way to get here? There are just too many people traveling. Let me check..."
I heard the sound of typing on a keyboard on the other end of the phone. "I'm really sorry, all the fourth, third, and even second class tickets are sold out. There are only a few first class tickets left. You'll have to squeeze onto the train."
This kid is using his habitual way of thinking. How could he know that I wanted first class?
"Well, forget it, consider it a splurge. It's a rare opportunity to travel, so even if it costs two months' salary, just book two first-class tickets for me. I'll pick them up tomorrow at noon."
I said through gritted teeth, feigning grievance, though secretly I was secretly delighted.
"Haha, I didn't expect our Brother Xi to really go all out on this trip. Don't worry, just come pick up the tickets tomorrow."
The next day at noon, after class, I didn't even go to lunch. I just ate a piece of bread and took a taxi straight to the travel agency, afraid that the guy would think I was joking and had already disposed of those two tickets, which were currently second only to Qingqing's in importance to me.
As usual, we exchanged a few pleasantries when we met, and then I pretended to be very reluctant to spend the money. I stingily took out my wallet, painfully counted out 18 hundred-yuan bills three times, and handed them to Cui Qiang.
At the time, I was truly impressed with my own acting skills. I felt my movements were good enough to get at least a minor role in a film, because my actions completely reflected my inner thoughts and feelings, and they were genuinely convincing. Little did Cui Qiang know how much I craved those two tickets, and how indifferent I was to their value, even if they were worth 18,000 or 180,000.
The next day, I was busy buying essential travel items. I had no choice; I had promised Qingqing in class that she would decide the general principles of the trip, and I would handle the details. Sigh, thinking back to that sly captain, I have to admire her art of conversation. One promise made me play the role of a stay-at-home dad for the entire trip.
We hadn't met during this time, only kept in touch by phone. It was a sensitive time, the May Day holiday. Everyone knows this time should be used to enjoy life and be with loved ones. If we were constantly meeting and busy preparing before May Day, it would definitely attract gossip. Even when my roommate, Atao, asked about my May Day plans, I only said I wanted to go back to visit my parents.
At 5 pm on April 30th, I called Qingqing.
"Baby, the ferry leaves at 6:30. Let's meet at the pier at 6 pm."
"Hehe, I'm getting ready to leave now. See you later, mwah..."
After hanging up the phone, I started packing my travel essentials. Once everything was in my bag, I took off my neat military uniform and changed into a very casual student outfit: a Jack & Jones casual shirt, beige high-top casual pants, Converse sneakers, and a pair of large brown sunglasses. I strolled leisurely towards the school gate. As I
left the school gate, I glanced back, thinking about how I would be spending the next week with my beloved Qingqing, just like before. The difference was that before it was at school, but this week would be spent outside. The huge contrast excited me.
At 5:55, five minutes before my appointment with Qingqing, I arrived at the dock and could see the "Pearl of the South China Sea" cruise ship, where I would be spending the next four days and four nights.
The cruise ship has four decks and looks quite impressive. From the outside, the conditions are quite good, barely qualifying as luxurious, but if we're talking about star ratings, I'd say it's definitely not five-star; at most, it's three-star or near-four-star. Looking at the entrance, there were already quite a few people bustling around. Some were short-term workers rushing to board and head home, while others were leisurely couples. Most were dressed casually like me, and of course, there were also quite a few successful people traveling with their wives and children. There were
quite a few beautiful women at the entrance; I spotted several women with great figures from afar, though I couldn't tell if they were truly beautiful. However, a woman standing nearby wearing colorful sunglasses caught my eye. Judging from the way she was waiting for someone, and the aura she exuded just by standing there, most men would definitely wish they were the one she was waiting for.
I moved closer, observing the beautiful woman more closely. Her familiar long hair swayed gently in the breeze, her skin was familiar, she had a high nose, cherry lips, and an alluringly curvaceous figure. I was 95% certain it was my Qingqing. The only reason I wasn't 100% sure was because her colorful sunglasses obscured her beautiful eyes.
Today, she wore a plain silk sleeveless top, the light blue fabric reminiscent of the vast ocean, full of mystery.
A pair of white, knee-length cropped casual pants couldn't conceal the allure of her full, yet not overly large, hips. The pants perfectly hugged her shapely thighs while revealing her smooth, white calves. Her small feet were encased in short white socks, and over them, soft leather flat-heeled red casual shoes with a slight upturn at the toe. I had to admire this 95% certain Qingqing's aesthetic sense and dressing ability. All three elements combined, plus the most crucial and important element—the way she wore it—created a live casual model show.
When she turned her head towards me, I finally confirmed that 5% uncertainty—she was my darling. Her first action upon seeing me was to walk towards me, a move that drew envious glances from the other lecherous men still fantasizing that she was waiting for them.
"Good morning, boss!"
I greeted her with a mischievous grin.
"Not late yet? It's 5:58 Beijing time." She always liked to tease me when we were together.
"Let's go..."
I walked to her side gentlemanly, raising my hand to belt height, my elbow forming an obtuse triangle with my body.
Qingqing naturally cooperated, taking my arm in hers, allowing me to proudly hold my head high, accepting the envious glances from the other lecherous men who were still skeptical, as we walked towards the ship.
After changing the key, I discovered our room was 408, which meant the top floor! Haha, no wonder it's first class; those thousand-plus yuan were well spent. When we opened the door, the furnishings weren't particularly surprising. The decor was indeed similar to a standard three-star hotel room, with two single beds, carpet, sofa, curtains, and even the bathroom was the same as in a three-star hotel.
The first thing we did upon entering the room was to put down our bags and place them in the luggage cabinet against the wall.
"Qingqing, come help me," I said, walking over to one of the single beds.
"What is it?"
Qingqing asked, puzzled.
"Let's push this bed over there and put it next to that bed,"
I said with a mischievous grin.
"Oh...you're so naughty! I don't want to sleep with you, you little rascal!"
she said playfully.
"Fine, fine, I'll push it myself."
I said, pushing with all my might. Qingqing watched with amusement as I pushed the bed crookedly, but in the end, she still helped, until the bed was neatly placed next to the other bed.
After everything was settled, we walked out arm in arm, eager to see the furnishings. The corridor wasn't very long; the entire fourth floor was mostly first-class, with about ten cabins in total. At the end of the corridor was a balcony, offering an unprecedentedly wide view of the Yangtze River docks. Ships were quietly moored along the riverbank. The balcony had two rows of genuine leather sofas—only first-class balconies on this floor would have such sofas.
We sat on the sofas, she leaned on my shoulder, and rested with her eyes closed for a while. Finally, the ship set sail, and more and more people gathered on the balcony, all watching the cruise ship depart. Qingqing, naturally curious, dragged me into the crowd.
I wasn't so foolish as to lead her into the largest group of men; instead, I chose a spot with the worst view, next to only two elderly people. We politely greeted the two elders and then watched intently as the cruise ship set sail on the Yangtze River.
A sudden, unusually loud engine roar, coupled with the swaying of the ship's stern in the river, brought it to the middle of the river in no time. Then, the dock gradually receded into the distance. I knew the Three Gorges were getting closer and closer; a romantic journey was finally beginning!
The ship sailed on the river, and the scenery on both banks didn't offer much to attract us. Gradually, Qingqing finally felt sleepy, leaning on my shoulder and closing her eyes. As night fell, the temperature dropped, and the wind on the balcony grew stronger. To prevent my goddess from catching a cold, I picked her up and carried her to the room.
I've known Qingqing for about half a month, and we've been intimate for several days now, but this is the first time I've ever held her in my arms. A familiar scent stimulated my olfactory nerves again. Qingqing's body is so soft, and it feels so good to hold her. As for her weight, I estimate it's around 100 pounds, considering she's 1.68 meters tall. Although 100 pounds is nothing to me, I still playfully said, "This pig is really heavy."
Unexpectedly, she heard me, opened her eyes, and stared at me with her beautiful eyes: "Who are you calling a pig, you little rascal?"
"I'm talking about the pig I'm holding!"
"Haha, you admit you're a little rascal, haha. I just asked you who the little rascal was, and you answered directly, which proves you agree."
Looking at her innocent and mischievous smile, sometimes I really can't imagine that this girl is actually a captain two years older than me.
"Hmph!"
After I snorted, we were already back in our room. "See how I teach you a lesson, you little piggy who insulted me."
"Ah...no...no..."
Qingqing cried out while flailing her arms and legs wildly, her movements exaggerated. I pretended to throw her hard onto the bed, and finally, a little bit of fear appeared on Qingqing's face. Seeing this scene, how could I bear to throw her off, even though it was just playful fighting, even though there was a soft Simmons mattress underneath?
I gently placed her on the bed, and Qingqing's expression clearly brightened. She wrapped her arms around my neck, gazing at me with deep affection in her beautiful eyes: "I knew you would never leave me, right?"
"Yes, I love you... my darling!"
"Me too..."
These simple three words also meant that I loved her too. After dating for half a month, Qingqing finally said these words to me.
Receiving such wonderful news naturally greatly stimulated me, and my penis unconsciously became hard. Naturally, we kissed. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I, afraid of hurting her, placed my hands on the bed to support my body. As before, as the kiss deepened, I eagerly began to remove her light blue coat until her breasts were exposed.
This time, Qingqing's bra was different from the last one; it was a black, alluring full-cup bra. Most excitingly, it was a front-opening bra, which easily unhooked, revealing her full, smooth breasts. Her pink nipples were already hard under the teasing of my tongue.
"Brother Xi...don't...kiss me up there anymore, I...can't take it anymore, please kiss...my...down there, okay?"
Qingqing's words were already broken.
Having never refused any of Qingqing's requests, and now hearing the title "Brother Xi" that I could be proud of, how could I not...?
I turned my body, my head towards Qingqing's lower body, my legs towards her head, and a classic 69 position naturally appeared between us. Perhaps because I had read many articles about love and knew many techniques, since our first time having sex, although we've only done it three times in total, I was no longer as clumsy and at a loss as I was the first time. Some classic techniques naturally came to mind.
Slowly, I unbuckled Qingqing's belt and pulled down her capri pants. What I saw was a very small pair of panties, different from the drawstring underwear I'd seen in the classroom before. They were the same black color as her bra, exuding a mature beauty and a sense of mystery. The small black panties covered her vulva, making it appear full and incredibly sexy. Unable to resist the temptation, I placed my hands on either side of her panties, like I was making clay figurines as a child, and slowly rubbed them off.
It was the first time I'd seen Qingqing's vulva so closely, and it felt truly beautiful. Around her labia were some playful, curled hairs, here one here, there one there. The labia themselves weren't as dark as the women in those pornographic pictures I'd seen before; their color was a darker pinkish-red than the rest of her skin, making them look very tender.
Seeing such a beautiful vulva, I knew I had to savor it. My tongue unconsciously licked it. She already had quite a bit of love juice. When I licked it, it tasted a little salty, but not unbearable. Thinking that this was the love juice of my goddess, I felt much better. Following some techniques I had read before, I parted the outer labia with my tongue and inserted it into the inner wall of her vagina to stimulate her. I thought this kind of stimulation must be completely different from penile penetration, because the softness of the tongue and the hardness of the penis are two completely different extremes.
A short while later, I noticed something above the vaginal opening: a small, newly sprouted seed had emerged from its seed coat. I knew, of course, that this was the clitoris, a woman's most sensitive area, which wouldn't normally be exposed unless she was aroused to a certain degree. So I shifted my focus to the clitoris, carefully licking and tasting it with my tongue, swirling it around, enveloping the tiny bean, inhaling and exhaling… Meanwhile, my index finger slipped into the vagina, thrusting in and out like a penis.
“Ah…no…don’t stop…I…I…I can’t take it anymore…”
"Dear Xige, ah... I... oh..."
A gush of love juice gushed from inside her vagina, flowing onto my fingers. The walls of her vagina contracted rapidly, squeezing my fingers just as they usually did when she orgasmed. I knew she had reached orgasm. A woman's orgasm is like a continuous peak, so I didn't stop. My tongue continued licking, and my fingers continued thrusting...
Suddenly, a wonderful sensation came from my penis. A gentle cavity enveloped it, and a nimble tongue licked the glans and the base of my penis. It was a pair of small hands rotating and stroking me. It was a familiar feeling, the same feeling Qingqing used to give me pleasure with her hands. The difference was that the feeling before was completely new. I was sure Qingqing was giving me oral sex...
Qingqing's oral sex skills probably weren't very good. Although she gave me a lot of excitement, her teeth were still inexperienced and kept touching my penis. It felt strange, or rather, uncomfortable. But the heat in her mouth was completely different from her vagina. There was more moisture, and that damned tongue was licking my glans wantonly. I wanted to ejaculate in just a few minutes, so I stopped and continued to service Qingqing's clitoris.
"Qingqing, I..."
"Brother Xi, come on, I want it..."
Such direct words coming from Qingqing's mouth in this situation felt so obscene to me. I had heard before that men love to hear women say "I want it" and hate it when women say "I want more." I thought that even if Qingqing said "I want more" to me a thousand times, I would still give it to her...
"Baby, taking birth control pills is bad for your health. Last time there was no other way, but this time I'll wear a condom, okay?"
Even in such an exciting moment, I didn't forget my concern for Qingqing's health.
Seeing my concern for her, Qingqing's face lit up with happiness again: "Next time, not today, because this is my safe period."
At this moment, the room began to shake violently. I guessed the ship was turning, and since we were on the top floor, the shaking was particularly intense. I held my penis, using the glans to explore her vaginal opening, but every time I touched it, due to my unstable center of gravity, the glans would separate as soon as it touched her labia. This frustrated me terribly, and it made Qingqing extremely aroused, making her incredibly excited.
Finally, the ship's shaking lessened, and I immediately seized the opportunity, holding my penis, aiming at her target, and thrusting it in forcefully until it hit her cervix.
"Slap... slap... slap..."
A series of sounds came from our piston-like movements, the sound of my abdomen hitting her groin.
My penis was ravaging her vagina, the warm feeling of being embraced, the squeezing of the fleshy walls, was intoxicating.
“Ah… Brother Xi, don’t stop… It’s so… comfortable…”
“Yes, just like that… Oh… I… love you…”
I continued to work hard.
“Oh… Ah… Ah… Oh…”
“Don’t stop… Ah… I’m going… to heaven… Oh…”
Finally, Qingqing’s vagina contracted strongly again, and another gush of thick love fluid poured onto my glans. Qingqing was pushed to the paradise of sex.
And I continued to thrust in and out, until I brought Qingqing back to reality.
“Baby, let’s change positions…”
“Hmm…”
I stopped thrusting and lifted Qingqing’s jade legs until they were pointing towards the ceiling. Then I pressed her legs down further with my body until her thighs were pressed against the skin of her stomach. This position was one I saw online. It was said to be very comfortable to penetrate and allowed for maximum depth.
I grasped her breasts with both hands, kneading them vigorously, and then began thrusting my penis in and out. This time, knowing I could penetrate as deeply as possible, I didn't give her the deepest penetration every time as before. Instead, I used a nine-shallow-one-deep technique.
The nine shallow thrusts were gentle and loving, slow and allowing Qingqing to experience the heat and hardness of my penis, while also preparing for the crucial moment to come, making Qingqing yearn for that deep thrust.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...ah!"
The deep thrust, the fastest possible deep thrust, reached Qingqing's cervix, maximizing the display of a man's masculinity, especially for a soldier like me. The nine shallow thrusts were like a quantitative change, while this deep thrust was definitely a qualitative change.
"Ah..."
After repeating this, I finally couldn't resist the stimulation anymore. A tingling, electric shock-like sensation shot through my glans, and I increased the speed, switching to a full-on deep thrusting technique until all my semen was ejaculated into her cervix...
"Ah..."
I roared.
I knew Qingqing was close to climaxing, so after my initial excitement, I didn't forget her. Instead, I adopted the same position as before and kissed her clitoris again, continuing to use my fingers instead of my penis until her third climax arrived.
After the climax, we lay on the bed embracing each other. She shyly buried her head in my chest like a little girl.
"Qingqing, why did you call me 'Brother Xi' just now?"
"Do I like calling you that? Besides, during our time together, you acted like a real man, so strong. It's hard for me to see you as a little brother."
I didn't say anything more, but instead lovingly stroked her hair.
"Baby, let's take a shower together. We're going sightseeing tomorrow, so go to bed early."
"Okay, but you have to carry me in, like you carried me in from the balcony earlier..."
she teased again.
I had no choice, and besides, I was more than happy to embrace such a stunningly beautiful naked body. We entered the bathroom naked and began washing. We used shower gel to clean each other, I used a towel to wipe every perfect part of her body, admiring this masterpiece of nature, while she used her soft little hands to wipe my body until she reached my penis. Remembering our first time, and now with this stimulation, my penis became erect again.
"Hehe, what a greedy little brother!"
Qingqing smiled at me.
This little devil, was her libido also so strong? Otherwise, why would she wipe my little brother?
To punish her, and to make my little brother soft so I could sleep, I said nothing, but glared at her fiercely, then picked her up and placed her on the dressing table, spreading her legs, and my penis once again entered her vagina.
Qingqing closed her eyes in enjoyment, her head resting against the side of mine. She hugged me from behind, her legs encircling my buttocks, cooperatively responding to my thrusts. Because I was solely focused on punishing her, I didn't use any fancy techniques, just like the first time, thrusting forcefully with each stroke, impacting her cervix.
Under such intense stimulation, Qingqing quickly became aroused. I continued this mechanical labor for about ten minutes, and Qingqing soon reached her orgasm. I had no intention of holding back my ejaculation, and at the same time she climaxed, I ejaculated half of my countless semen into her vagina.
After making love, we continued showering. This time, I didn't ask her to help me shower, and I didn't help her. We smiled at each other, quickly finished showering, and went to bed. Sleeping with Qingqing for the first time was indeed exciting, but since we had already made love many times, this excitement remained just excitement, not passion.
We woke up late the next day. Although my penis was still hard as before, I didn't think about having sex with Qingqing because I knew we had a lot of sightseeing to do that day. It would be too tiring, and Qingqing's vagina would inevitably feel sore after my vigorous thrusting…
Over the next few days, we visited many scenic spots: Qutang Gorge, Wu Gorge, Lesser Three Gorges, Xiling Gorge, as well as the Gezhouba Dam and the Three Gorges Dam. We were both in a great mood. Back in our room at night, we continued to make love, usually once or twice, either in bed or in the bathroom. Occasionally, I would do it like in those foreign porn movies, on the sofa, until we finished our Three Gorges tour, visited Yueyang Tower by Dongting Lake, and disembarked in Wuhan. Of course, we also had to visit the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuhan.
We spent a day resting in Wuhan. During that time, Qingqing and I went to Wuhan University, but unfortunately, we came at the wrong time and missed the cherry blossom season. Just imagine how amazing it must be to be a student at Wuhan University, to have the chance to kiss your loved one under a romantic cherry blossom tree during the cherry blossom season.
"Next March, during the cherry blossom season… where will you be?"
A hint of sadness appeared in Qingqing's eyes.
"Next March, I will definitely be here."
I didn't ask anything of Qingqing; I just expressed my own thoughts, regardless of whether she came or not…
After resting, we took hard seats back to XX city. There was no other way; it was during the May Day holiday. Buying sleeper berths without contacting acquaintances at least two weeks in advance was absolutely impossible. Of course, nothing could happen on the train—it was too crowded, and we were exhausted. Qingqing mostly slept on my shoulder.
Back at the university, as we walked through that gate together, a sense of helplessness returned, but there wasn't much sadness. Because as long as I'm with Qingqing, where wouldn't I find happiness?
V. The seven-day holiday was the happiest seven days of my life. I spent seven days of blissful bliss with my beloved Qingqing, from first class in the Pearl River Delta all the way to Wuhan, and then back to XX city happily together.
Our relationship grew stronger, but because of some subtle changes in Qingqing in the past, I always had a bad feeling. Was it because all these wonderful things came too fast, or because I kept thinking about the unusual change in Qingqing's face when she mentioned being unmarried during her self-introduction the first time I met her?
But that's how people are; they always hope that things are beautiful and as they imagine. Qingqing and I had a very smooth and fulfilling time at school. Although we no longer made love as passionately every day as we did on the ship, we would still occasionally run into the women's bathroom late at night when no one was around, after a phone call, and we would make love.
We were always incredibly excited at this time, probably because our first time happened here. We would also sneak off to the classroom on the top floor when no one was around on Sundays, close the door, and make love. The only thing we didn't do was in our dormitory, not because we didn't want to, but because it was too dangerous. There was only one girls' dormitory in the whole team, and the girls were all incredibly beautiful. There were always admirers coming to our room, and the team leader would often "check on" us. I remember one Sunday, Qingqing asked me to go shopping with her. That day, she had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a very pretty light green floral jumpsuit with frayed edges. Her smooth legs looked very attractive, especially with those black high-heeled sandals with several straps tied around her ankles—she was extremely sexy.
As for me, I was dressed nothing special that day: plain casual black pants, an orange-red shirt, and ordinary leather shoes—a typical businessman's outfit. She held my hand, and the number of heads we got walking down the street was something many women dream of. I felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment, and I really wished I could have it all forever.
Not long after the drive, we arrived at the busiest and most prosperous pedestrian street in XX city, XXX. Thinking back to the last time Atao and I came here, the situation was completely opposite. Back then, I was a complete virgin, inexperienced in sex, and my eyes were constantly wandering around. But today, I had my dream girl. Although there were many beautiful women coming and going in XXX, very few caught my eye. There were practically no beauties who could compare to Qingqing, who was holding my hand. I no longer needed to stare blankly at the model in that huge Olay advertisement like last time.
At that moment, I couldn't help but ask, "Qingqing, don't you think you look a lot like that model, Lanlan?"
I pointed to the advertisement.
"Hehe, you're the n+1th person to say that to me, so I'll answer for the n+1th time: I just think that model looks like me, not that I look like her,"
she said with a faint smile.
Her casual remark that she looked like me perfectly expressed her confidence.
"Oh, I thought so. When did our Qingqing become a mixed-race model?
Turns out, it's just that the model looks like you." I tightened my grip on her hand that was holding mine.
"I want to go shopping there."
She said, pointing to the tall building of XX Department Store.
"Okay, I'm here to accompany Qingqing shopping today. Wherever you want to go, we'll go."
That day was my first time at XX Department Store. With a beautiful woman by my side, I was naturally in a great mood. Although I, like most guys, don't like shopping, I also, like most guys, admire beautiful women, and to a degree far exceeding my dislike of shopping. So, you can imagine how happy I was to accompany Qingqing shopping.
The fourth floor was a very large women's clothing self-service supermarket. The clothes inside were dazzling, with almost all kinds of high-end domestic brands, and even some well-known international brands. Qingqing's mood was obviously high. She looked here and there, comparing clothes, like a happy butterfly dancing among flowers.
Just then, Qingqing spotted a very fashionable dress. It was pink with floral patterns, and its most unique feature was the hem—one side was higher than the other, the higher side even revealing her shapely thighs. She imagined it would look incredibly beautiful and sexy on Qingqing.
"Does it look good?"
she asked, holding the dress up in front of her.
"Hmm, the dress is nice, but it's a pity it's not on you. Only then can it be considered perfect."
Being with beautiful women, I've become increasingly smooth-talking.
"Then I'll go try it on!"
Qingqing smiled happily.
The fitting rooms in this self-service supermarket were on the far west side, a long row of small cubicles, probably dozens of them. Qingqing and I walked to this row of fitting rooms, and saw that many were closed. We walked all the way to the north side, and saw that the door to the northernmost fitting room was open. Qingqing held the dress in her left hand and handed me her bag with her right.
"Now you're my guardian angel, haha..."
Qingqing laughed mischievously.
"Okay, go in then. Since I'm on guard, you're not allowed to lock the door from the inside."
At this moment, a bold plan was already brewing in my mind.
"Hmm..."
I could see that Qingqing looked puzzled. She definitely didn't know what I was planning, but she still did as I said.
Qingqing had only been inside for a minute when I immediately and keenly observed the surrounding situation. Most of the women were staring at the beautiful clothes they liked, while the men accompanying them were either looking at their female companions or at other beautiful women, comparing the differences between them and their companions. Very few of them were paying attention to our fitting room.
I boldly and quickly pushed open Qingqing's fitting room door and slipped inside. This sudden action didn't startle Qingqing. I glanced at her; she hadn't changed yet, and her hands were still holding the clothes as she had when she came in. Her face was already a little red.
"I've been wondering why you didn't lock the door for the past minute since I came in. I finally figured it out, but you just walked in! You're so naughty!"
Qingqing whispered in my ear, clearly sensing someone changing clothes next door.
I didn't say anything, just kissed Qingqing's lips. Our smooth tongues intertwined, sucking each other vigorously. My hands also took the opportunity to caress her full breasts through her clothes. The feel was still the same. We were both extremely aroused in the fitting room.
I lifted her skirt and first grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands, then touched her panties. Unexpectedly, I felt a bow on each side. I realized that Qingqing was wearing the drawstring panties we wore when we made love in the classroom. I skillfully untied her panties and stuffed them into my pocket.
As I grabbed her buttocks, Qingqing began rapidly unbuttoning my shirt, moving on to my belt, trousers, and zipper, until my erect penis was exposed.
There was a plastic stool in the fitting room, but I figured it wouldn't be able to support us if we sat on it and did anything strenuous. So I whispered my idea and position in Qingqing's ear, and she cooperated by wrapping her arms around my neck, while I held her buttocks. She wrapped her legs around my buttocks as well. To save energy, I positioned her back against the fitting room wall, sandwiching her body between me and the wall. I
freed one hand, releasing my penis from my erection, and looked at Qingqing affectionately, receiving a reassuring look in return. Then Qingqing pressed her cherry-like lips to the flesh of my shoulder, sucking. I knew she was trying hard to control herself from making any noises that might be heard next door due to her excitement.
Remembering that it wasn't her safe period and we weren't prepared with a condom, I had to make Qingqing take her medication again. I felt incredibly guilty, and a sense of responsibility to make Qingqing happy welled up inside me; I had to make it up to her. So, I forcefully thrust my penis deep into Qingqing's vagina, the familiar sensation of it sucking against my shoulder sending
waves of pleasure through me. Once inside her, it felt smooth, but because we'd made love so often, although this time was exciting, time was limited, so foreplay was minimal, and Qingqing's vagina wasn't very wet yet.
Afraid of hurting her, I started with slow, gentle thrusting. After a minute or two, as Qingqing became more wet and comfortable, I began thrusting wildly. Qingqing involuntarily clung even tighter to my neck, and I began pumping rapidly. Qingqing responded with equal force, and I realized how perfectly in sync we were now, how well we coordinated—we were practically inseparable.
We kissed incessantly, fully savoring the thrill of the fitting room.
Slowly, Qingqing's vagina contracted more and more rapidly, the overwhelming sensation, like waves crashing higher and higher, stimulating my brain cells through my penis. In less than ten minutes, I was almost at my limit. Seeing Qingqing's reaction, I knew she was close to climax, so I increased the frequency, thrusting forcefully into her uterus. Finally, we both reached the peak of our sexual encounter…
Without letting Qingqing speak, I put her down and let her sit on a stool. Then I took some tissues from her bag and carefully wiped her vulva. I couldn't help it; I loved Qingqing so much, every inch of her. For her, I was even willing to abandon my male dignity to serve her…
After making love, we relaxed and looked at each other as we got dressed. Then, like a thief, I quickly slipped out. Of course, everything outside was normal; the ladies continued choosing their clothes, and the men around them continued to let their eyes wander. Few people paid any attention to us. So, I continued my duty as her protector…
The door opened, and Qingqing came out wearing her new dress. Just as I expected, the dress suited her figure perfectly—elegant yet sexy. Her fair and delicate thighs were visible on the right side of the skirt, while the left side covered her calves. I was stunned just looking at her…
Qingqing had received the approval of her lover from my gaze. She smiled, went back to the fitting room to change into her original clothes, and came out. We continued to hug each other as we went to the cashier to pay, and then our shopping trip continued.
When two happy people are immersed in blissful moments, time flies by. Qingqing's training course won't last long; it will end at the end of June. During this time, we've been making love passionately. Every time I think about our future, I comfort myself because we've been such a perfect match these past two months, so happy and joyful.
I think Qingqing will be mine. I believe that after she goes back home, she'll definitely transfer to a job and come to live with me. She'll marry me. But this is just my imagination, or rather, an unrealistic fantasy… On
June 28th, after dinner, I invited Qingqing to go swimming. I waited at the pool early. After swimming two laps of butterfly stroke in the deep end, I lay on the edge of the pool, my hands supporting my face, staring blankly at the pool entrance, waiting for my goddess to appear there.
Qingqing wasn't the type to be late. Before our agreed-upon 7:00, she appeared in a loose-fitting outfit. Although the clothes were plain and simple, the way she wore them, combined with her shapely and curvaceous figure, would make any ordinary woman want to buy them. Ah, a poor imitation…
Qingqing, emerging from the changing room, attracted considerable attention from men; the allure was irresistible.
Her two-piece swimsuit, the tight-fitting top resembling a bra, accentuated her full, voluptuous breasts, revealing a very prominent cleavage. Her fair and delicate skin was incredibly tempting, just like the Olay ad slogan: milk-white and smooth, without an ounce of fat, her waistline perfectly proportioned.
The two-piece swimsuit had a skirt-like bottom at the bottom. Although the skirt covered her underwear, it allowed for some imagination while not being overly revealing or sexy. From my perspective, this was excellent, and from the other men's perspective, it goes without saying.
Qingqing spotted me among the many eyes watching her. Instead of going directly to me, she gracefully jumped over me and swam to the other side with a standard breaststroke.
I saw several boys approaching her. Just as they were about to reach her, Qingqing left the poolside and swam back towards me. As she shook off her pursuers, I couldn't wait to grab her breast with my right hand in the water as her breaststroke touched the wall, giving it a gentle squeeze, until her pursuers swam back to us.
"Can you teach me breaststroke? You swim so well!"
one of her pursuers said, using such an old-fashioned phrase to flirt with Qingqing.
Qingqing didn't say anything, just glanced at me and said, "Let's swim across together."
These words completely broke the hearts of her pursuers. Firstly, it meant Qingqing really didn't want to be with them and wanted to leave them to swim to the other side. Secondly, it implied that she knew me, confirming the unrealistic nature of their pursuit.
Qingqing swam to the other side using the breaststroke, and I followed leisurely until we reached the pool edge together.
"Haha, it's been so long since I've had such a fun swim..."
Qingqing said happily.
"I'm even happier... because I've never swum with such a beautiful and sexy breaststroke queen before. Today... hehe..."
As I said the word "sexy," my right hand unconsciously touched her thigh underwater, slowly moving until it touched her triangle area. I joked as I pulled aside her swim trunks and slipped my fingers into that familiar and always exciting fleshy opening.
I looked into Qingqing's eyes. This time, she didn't react as obviously as before; instead, a sad expression appeared on her face. She took my hand, stopping me from going any further.
"I don't want to swim anymore. I just want to go to an internet cafe outside and surf the internet for a while, by myself,"
she said, then went to the poolside, changed her clothes, and left the pool.
I was completely bewildered, not knowing what I had done wrong, but Qingqing's unusual change was worrying me. However, her last words, "by myself," told me not to go with her.
And I really had no choice, so I swam one more lap and then stopped, changed my clothes alone, and went straight to the school's computer lab. The deserted computer lab looked so melancholic. Was today going to be a frustrating day?
When I opened my QQ, a brand new name popped up in my friend list—"Lanlan." Ugh, when did I get a Lanlan on my friend list?
But when I saw that familiar QQ number starting with 1979, I knew it was Lanlan, a name Qingqing had recently changed from her old QQ name…
Lanlan: I knew you'd come online, you're worried, aren't you?
Xige: Honey, I made a mistake today, I shouldn't have done that at the swimming pool…
Lanlan: No, no, I just remembered a sad story. I'm feeling down, I wanted to relax online by myself, don't mind.
Xige: You know I love you the most, how could I mind these things?
Lanlan: Let me tell you this story…
Xige: Yeah, I'm your trash can, when you're unhappy you have to throw all your unhappiness at me.
Lanlan: There was a girl, born into a military family.
Xige: You?
Lanlan: Don't interrupt me, okay? I want to finish it all in one go. (Xi Ge: Okay, I won't say a word unless you ask me to speak again or you finish speaking, okay?
Baby. (I already have a feeling that what's coming is finally coming.) Lan Lan: The girl's father loves her very much, and the girl also loves her father very much and listens to him very much. On her 10th birthday, the girl's father told her a fact that shocked her for the rest of her life, but she was willing to accept it. The girl's father had an arranged marriage with the girl's uncle since childhood. The girl's uncle is now a high-ranking general in the military region, and his son is also a returnee who studied abroad. Everything seemed so beautiful and satisfactory.
Xi Ge: Lan Lan: Girl After her unforgettable birthday, the girl didn't see her fiancé because they weren't at the point of marriage, and the girl lived in Dalian while the man lived in Shenyang.
Xi Ge: (I basically understand why Qingqing acted that way today.) Lan Lan: Until the girl's 23rd birthday, her uncle and his son came to Dalian to celebrate. The two old comrades were naturally very happy to see each other and drank a lot. From that day on, the two old generals put their wedding on the agenda. That night, after drinking, the girl and her fiancé went to a park in the city and had their first kiss.
Xi Ge: Lan Lan: In the following months, the girl's fiancé stayed in Dalian. They spent every day together until they consummated their marriage...
Xi Ge: (My heart is bleeding. Although I knew Qingqing's first time was with someone else, today, seeing this confirmed for the first time in her words, I still can't accept it.) Lan Lan: The day after they had sex, the girl's fiancé returned to Shenyang. The girl felt unprecedentedly confused. Why did he leave the next day? Is this what they mean by "the unattainable is the most beautiful"? The girl couldn't understand, so she asked her female classmate in Shenyang to help investigate. In the following month or two, the girl kept learning from her classmate that he was constantly seeing different girls, and they were generally under 1.6 meters tall—petite and cute.
Xi Ge: (I silently cursed the man, calling him a ungrateful beast.) Lan Lan: The girl finally understood everything. It turned out that her 1.65-meter-tall fiancé, like most foreigners, was promiscuous and a womanizer like most sons of high-ranking officials. He was also infatuated with a petite and weak woman like herself, showing a desire to be in a dominant position.
The girl cried day and night, knowing she had to spend her life with this playboy because she loved her father so much and was unwilling to betray any of his demands, especially such a life-altering matter.
In the future, the girl's fiancé would still occasionally come to Dalian to see her at the request of her high-ranking father, and they would still have sex. However, the girl's fiancé would definitely sense that the girl was starting to show signs of indifference.
Xi Ge: Lan Lan: The story should have ended here, but suddenly the girl received a notice from her company to go to another city for accounting training. On the day she reported for duty, she met a boy she liked. That day, the boy was only wearing a white tight-fitting vest. His very strong muscles jiggled as he exercised on the horizontal bar. His unique male sweat smell excited me. At that time, the girl was already a little aroused. She was fantasizing about having sex with this boy...
Xi Ge: (My mood finally improved because I heard Qingqing talking about me) Lan Lan: That day, the boy had already recognized the girl as his older sister. They ate together and went clubbing together. Girls are not usually that open-minded, but how many people can resist when they meet a boy they like, especially when it's not such an inappropriate request to eat together?
Until that night they encountered thugs at the disco, the boy made the girl feel what it meant to be protected and what it meant to feel safe when she was most afraid. Later, they finally had their first time in the bathroom, and that day the girl experienced the happiest moment of her life...
After many more wonderful and happy sexual encounters, the girl also wondered if their future would be bright...
Then, at the swimming pool, when the girl was teased by the boy again, she realized that she could not betray her father, realized that all of this was unrealistic and impossible.
When I saw Qingqing say "all of this is unrealistic and impossible," my heart was truly bleeding. I couldn't bear to watch anymore! I closed QQ, ran out of the computer room alone, sat blankly on the grass of the playground, and started smoking heavily...
My phone rang. Without even looking, it was Qingqing. I didn't answer; I just turned off my phone.
For more than twenty years, I cried when I was a minor, and as an adult, I have suffered too much torment and blows. The devilish training in the army couldn't make me shed a single tear, but at this moment, recalling those words, my eyes welled up with tears!
That night, I smoked countless cigarettes alone on the playground, and I don't remember when I got back to the dorm. I only remember feeling like an empty shell, devoid of any energy, and falling asleep as soon as I got back. For
the next two days, I didn't think about seeing Qingqing. Since it was destined to be an unrealistic and impractical relationship, why should I struggle to maintain it? Thinking about the wonderful days of the past month or two, when we could be intimate almost every day, and now we hadn't even seen each other, I was truly heartbroken!
Qingqing's accounting training course had ended, and I thought she'd be going back to Liaoning in the next couple of days. Sigh…
I wonder if I'll have a chance to see her off.
On June 30th, the sun was unusually bright, and the outdoor temperature reached 38℃. Even a normal person would feel irritable in such weather, let alone someone as dejected as me.
The phone rang; it was Qingqing.
"My flight to Shenyang is at 4:25 PM tomorrow. I hope to see you today."
Qingqing stopped referring to herself as Qingqing and started calling herself "sister," a meaning I could easily understand.
"Okay, Sister Qing, where are you? I'll come see you."
Thinking back to two months ago when I started calling her "Sister Qing" and then "Qingqing," and comparing that to her regressing to "Sister Qing" today, I really wanted to cry.
"I've been staying at the Shangri-La Hotel these past two days, in suite xx."
Qingqing's voice no longer had that light and lively tone it used to have.
"Okay, I'll come this afternoon."
I quickly tidied myself up—a white jersey and black shorts. I wanted to wear slippers for comfort, but remembering I was going to see Qingqing, and that five-star hotels usually have signs saying "No entry for those not properly dressed"—I changed into a much more polished short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, along with shiny sandals, and took a taxi directly to the Shangri-La Hotel.
The hotel staff's enthusiasm in opening the door for me, and the hotel's bustling atmosphere—all of this was novel to me, but now I had no interest in it. After asking the staff for directions to suite XX, I took the elevator directly to Qingqing's room.
Just as I was about to press the doorbell, the thought that this might truly be the last time I saw Qingqing brought tears to my eyes again. I hesitated for a long time, leaning against the door, lost in thought, until I remembered I was there to see her off. I managed to compose myself; although my eyes were still red, showing I had been crying, at least the tears were gone. I pressed the doorbell.
The door opened, and Qingqing was wearing the dress we had bought together while shopping. She was in the room wearing disposable hotel slippers, looking at me sadly. Her eyes were noticeably swollen. Had she been crying her eyes out ever since we parted at the swimming pool?
I couldn't bear to see Qingqing sad anymore. I went over and gently touched her hair, but Qingqing suddenly hugged me and burst into tears. Her cries resonated with me, and my eyes welled up with tears again.
"Waaah...waaah...I can't bear to leave you...I don't want to go back..."
"Silly girl, don't say that. Your father is waiting for you!"
Having thought things through completely, I stopped acting on emotion and spoke rationally.
"Yeah, I don't want to go back, but I have to..."
"Qing, there's no girl in this world I can love as deeply as you. I will always love you, I will always love you the most."
I know I shouldn't say "the most" lightly, but I was absolutely certain when I said it!
"Yeah, me too. In this life, and if there is an afterlife, I will still love you the most..."
Qingqing said this with such certainty and unwavering resolve.
Actually, for two people who truly love each other and can proudly call themselves the most loving couple, having shared such memorable two months together is enough. Although being together for a lifetime is the most perfect thing, life is full of disappointments. We should learn to appreciate the beauty in imperfections. Since we have had it, why worry about forever?
After I heard her say "I love you the most," we kissed passionately, fiercely, and roughly, until I tore her clothes off, roughly ripping her bra and panties. Then, with lightning speed, I pulled out my penis and forcefully thrust it into her vagina, penetrating deeply until we reached our first shared orgasm five minutes later.
After the orgasm, I didn't immediately pull out, but left it inside Qingqing's vagina, calmly savoring that beautiful opening. Neither of us spoke, because at that moment, words were unnecessary. Our hearts were connected; a single glance was enough for us to understand each other's inner world. I knew that Qingqing was filled with nothing but pain.
About five minutes later, Qingqing suddenly sat up, pinning me beneath her, and began sucking my penis, which was a mixture of semen and her own vaginal fluid. By this time, Qingqing's oral sex skills were already very proficient, with just the right amount of pressure. She sucked on my penis, even swallowing it deep into her throat, gently squeezing it with her throat—it felt amazing.
Within minutes, my penis was erect again. Qingqing continued, then suddenly stopped sucking. She used her hands to spread her labia, aimed at my penis, and plopped down on it. Having made love with Qingqing so many times, this was the first time I'd experienced being passive, and it had a unique flavor. However, because I was in a bad mood, I couldn't find any pleasure. I just thrust upwards and downwards, trying to match her very large, rhythmic movements. Qingqing closed her eyes, her hands on my chest, while I, lying on the bed, grasped her breasts in return. Her speed increased, and the movements became more and more intense.
Qingqing cried out in a loud, lewd voice, "Harder... harder... I... ah... oh..."
"I can't take it anymore... Brother Xi... I really can't take it anymore..."
Finally, she reached another climax, but she didn't sit on me like that anymore. Instead, she leaned over and lay on top of me, sleeping and resting. My penis was still hard, remaining inside her vagina, allowing her to continue feeling that powerful sensation after her climax.
I waited a while until Qingqing regained her senses, then I slowly began to thrust my hips, gently fucking her honey pot. Slowly, Qingqing once again immersed herself in this wonderful process. She sat up straight again, her upper body beginning to move up and down faster and faster, more and more violently, until we both climaxed together...
After two rounds of sex, Qingqing reached three climaxes, and I reached two. By this time, we were both covered in sweat, completely soaked. Two naked men and women, covered in sweat, especially the woman, looked like a fairy descended from heaven. How could such a scene not be exciting?
I held Qingqing in my arms, lying in the middle of the large bed, feeling each other's presence.
We talked to each other, giving each other advice, like family who would never see each other again.
"Take good care of yourself from now on."
"Call me when you miss me."
"No one will clean your room anymore, so be careful to keep it tidy."
"A clean room looks more pleasant."...
That night, we made love nonstop, made love wildly, and when we were tired, we held each other and rested quietly, or told each other how to take care of ourselves in the future...
We tried every position imaginable, and every corner of the room bore the marks of our lovemaking: the bathroom, the sofa, the table, the carpet, and the bed where we made love the most.
Neither of us slept that night. Around 11:50 PM, we were in the "old man pushing a cart" position, me frantically fucking Qingqing from behind. I knew it was Qingqing's birthday in just 10 minutes, so I adjusted my pace slightly, timing it perfectly. Around 11:58 PM, I started fucking her with the most intense speed and force, until just before midnight. At that moment, I ejaculated a thin stream of semen (because we'd already done it many times that day) deep into Qingqing's vagina. Qingqing quickly reached orgasm; her vagina contracted in waves, spraying her love juice onto my glans.
"Happy birthday, Qingqing..."
"Thank...thank you..."
Qingqing's voice was weak.
I hugged Qingqing from behind again, and we lay down together. On her birthday, Qingqing received the full essence of her beloved lover, but on this very day, she had to leave the one she loved most and return to the place with her despised fiancé, perhaps never to see him again.
This birthday was bittersweet, but mostly sorrowful…
On July 1st, we didn't sleep at all. We were entangled in the room from midnight until noon. I've lost count of how many times we made love. Towards the end, my semen wasn't white anymore; it became increasingly transparent. I think even someone as robust as me must have reached my limit today.
We ordered food to the room, of course, I went to the door to get it after putting on my pants. I couldn't let the waiter in because Qingqing was lying naked on the bed in the inner room.
Today's meal wasn't like before, with lots of laughter and conversation. We didn't feed each other, or put food in each other's mouths. Today we were mostly silent, thinking more about whether we'd ever have the chance to sit at the same table and eat together again.
It was already 1:00 PM after lunch. We didn't linger any longer. I said decisively, "Qing-jie, it's getting late. We're worried about traffic, so let's leave early. I'd rather wait for our flight than let the flight wait for you."
"Mmm..."
Qingqing started crying as she said this. "Waaah..."
I didn't say anything more, but instead offered her my shoulder again, letting her lean on it to cry. Perhaps only this could ease her pain.
We stood there like that, Qingqing crying, her sobs growing softer and softer. After about three minutes, Qingqing finally stopped crying.
"Okay, let's go."
She seemed strong, but I knew she was just putting on an act.
After packing her luggage and checking that she had all her plane tickets and documents, Qingqing first put on my favorite white underwear with drawstrings, then her white half-cup lace bra, and then her military uniform. Beneath her beret was her beautiful face, her hair styled in a bun, wearing a neat female officer's short-sleeved shirt with a brand-new captain's rank insignia on her shoulder, and a dark blue standard women's skirt. Her fair, delicate legs were still as radiant as ever, and with those black high-heeled sandals, a summer captain appeared before me.
I carried the suitcase and went with Qingqing to the front desk to check out of the room, then took a taxi directly to the airport.
It was already 2:20 when we arrived at the airport. After buying insurance and paying the airport construction fee, we waited a while before the check-in process began. We were the first to check in. After checking her suitcase in, I didn't rush Qingqing to go inside to wait, because if she went in, I would have to stay outside. We found a place to sit in the outer hall. Our emotions had calmed down, and we stopped crying, instead leaning on each other.
"Wait for me, I need to use the restroom,"
Qingqing said.
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Watching Qingqing walk towards the airport restroom, my eyes followed her from behind. Sigh, that back view... after today's farewell, I wonder when I'll ever see her again...
My phone rang. I wondered which of my buddies was calling to ask me to go exercise or something. Annoyed, I glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Qingqing. A flood of questions rushed through my mind. Did she really not want to leave me for even a second? Or was she having some trouble in the restroom, or was some bad guy bullying her?
I quickly answered.
"Qingqing, what's wrong? Did someone bully you?"
I asked anxiously.
"I miss you. I'm in the women's restroom, the rightmost stall as you enter. No one's in there right now, I'm waiting for you..."
Then she hung up.
Oh, so that's what happened. I thought it was one of my buddies calling to exercise, but I guessed the exercise, not the person.
I hurried to the restroom, observed the situation for a moment, then slipped into the women's restroom and rushed to the rightmost stall. Hearing the noise, Qingqing pushed the door open. The moment I slipped in, she locked the door with her right hand and then passionately kissed me.
We repeated our familiar actions once more, slowly unbuttoning the officers' short-sleeved shirts one button at a time. Just like last time in the classroom, I didn't take her uniform off; she kept it on, except for the top, which was unbuttoned, revealing a beautiful glimpse of her cleavage.
We continued our passionate kissing. Slowly, I realized her nipples were hard, and she was probably completely wet down there. Suddenly, we heard the door open outside—someone had come in!
We both stopped, terrified of being discovered. But the thrill and danger only excited us more. I thought about it; there was nothing to be afraid of. It was normal for someone to be in the toilet. So I lowered the toilet seat, sat down, and pulled out my now-erect penis.
The person in the other stall was still using the toilet. We didn't stop. I pulled Qingqing close, lifted her uniform skirt, and once again, perhaps for the last time, untied the two bows on her underwear.
Qingqing sat down slowly, almost silently, stopping just before her vulva touched my glans.
The person in the next stall finally finished using the toilet; the sound of flushing came through, followed by a loud "bang" of the door closing.
That "bang" was like the starting gun in a 100-meter race. Hearing it, we immediately began thrusting with incredible speed and intensity. Qingqing moved up and down rapidly, and I moved in rhythm with her. Only because her skirt covered our genitals, we couldn't see our intercourse. Otherwise, the in-and-out motion, and the occasional flow of vaginal fluid from my penis, would have excited me even more and made me work even harder.
About ten minutes later, I ejaculated, and Qingqing also climaxed with me.
After so many intimate moments together, and with the same external stimulation, we could basically reach orgasm simultaneously. We should be considered a match made in heaven, right? But if we're a perfect match in this respect, why is fate so unfair to us, making us, this pair of lovers, so destined to be apart?
After her climax, Qingqing hugged me, resting against my chest. Just then, the door slammed shut again—someone else had come in. Whatever, we weren't doing anything; we were resting.
My penis didn't leave Qingqing's vagina, continuing to rest inside, adjusting itself, going from large to small, then back to large, until it was rock hard.
Qingqing felt that my penis inside her had become erect again, and habitually, she gently moved up and down, even though there were other people in the other cubicles. We only resumed our frenzied piston-like movements after they left. Sometimes, someone would come in during our intense intercourse, and we would slow down, and I would cleverly turn on the tap to create the sound of running water to cover it up.
We continued making love, our eyes closed the whole time. When I suddenly opened them, I was surprised to find tears streaming from Qingqing's closed eyes. Such a heartbreaking scene—if I didn't break down in tears, I wouldn't be a human being. A wave of bittersweet tears welled up and streamed down my face too.
I checked my watch; it was 3:40. There were only 15 minutes left until Qingqing's flight's check-in deadline. So, with tears in our eyes, we didn't care if anyone else was in the cubicle, and we tried our best to meet each other, colliding repeatedly, the sounds of our bodies slapping echoing.
Five minutes later, the final climax arrived. We hugged each other, kissed, and licked each other's tears, hoping the other would never cry again. But what good did that do? It only made our tears flow more…
I checked my watch again; there were only ten minutes left until the check-in deadline for our flight.
Despite my tears, I forced myself to remain calm: "Baby, let's go. We only have a few minutes to check in."
"Waaah..."
She continued to cry, unable to speak.
I helped her straighten her clothes, buttoning all the buttons, adjusting her hat, tying the bow on her underwear, and finally kissing her forehead.
"Happy birthday, it's really time to go...baby."
I didn't cry; I didn't want to affect her emotions.
"Yes...you must find a good wife in the future, take good care of yourself, I hope you'll always be happy..."
Qingqing nodded and said to me.
"Let's go. After we get off the plane, don't call me to let me know you've arrived safely. I'll keep track of the airline myself."
Qingqing nodded knowingly, because we both understood that in faraway Shenyang Airport, there would definitely be a fiancé, instructed by her father, waiting to pick her up.
Qingqing turned and walked out, leaving a heartbroken boy sobbing alone in the girls' restroom...

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