courage

Knowing full well that life is a one-way street with no turning back, I still let cowardice control my actions.
I only weep silently at night when I'm alone, letting sorrow fill my heart, then trying to fill the
void .
If only I had more courage...
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You always smile in the crowd, while I, far away, secretly watch from the sidelines. You handle
everything , always the center of attention. Once, when we changed seats, you moved to sit behind me.
I started to like class time, slowly looking forward to going to school. I would always turn around to chat with you. Once, your
fingers brushed against my back, a strange sensation spreading across my back. I shuddered, and felt a small
pleasure . You laughed, saying, "Why are you reacting so strongly? How silly!"
I pretended to be angry and said, "Don't use that! I'll get angry!" Secretly, however, I was anticipating your next
harassment, my heart fluttering.
Maybe it's envy. You always seem to be the center of attention and handle interpersonal relationships with ease, while
I, clumsy in this regard, am always afraid to take the first step.
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During the Mid-Autumn Festival, my classmates started clamoring for a barbecue, saying things
like You smiled, patted your chest, and acted like you were in charge, saying you'd take care of the venue.
You seemed really reliable then, like nothing could stump you, although in the end we didn't have the barbecue at your house, haha.
That day, we bought ingredients, started a fire, and prepared for the barbecue. After a flurry of activity, we finally had our first batch of edible
"food." Someone suggested we drink some alcohol. We were still minors then, and we were nervously
afraid of being stopped when we went to buy the alcohol. You took a sip of Taiwan Beer, and I clamored for a drink too. You gave it
to . I don't know if it was the intoxicating atmosphere or the effect of the alcohol, but I know my face was very red and hot. I like you, you
know?
When everyone was a little tipsy, I pretended to have a headache and asked you to let me lie on your lap. You didn't refuse; you just pulled the chair closer to
me so I could lie down more comfortably. I was confused. I didn't know if you would refuse anyone's request, or if it was only
me
—
I asked you, "Would you mind being hugged, or hugging someone?"
You replied, "No, why are you asking such a strange question?" You laughed.
I waved my hand and smiled, saying no. Then it suddenly occurred to me.
But what I didn't say was, "Would you like to hug me?"
Broad shoulders, a reassuring waist—I wondered what it would feel like to hug you. I'd always been curious. On graduation
day, I asked you, "Do you have someone you like?" You replied, "No, why are you suddenly curious?" The
next say was, "Would you like to try liking a weird girl?"
But I didn't dare say it, afraid that if I crossed that line, I could never go back.
Years later, we're both older, but we've never lost touch. You've had several girlfriends, and I've dated other people too,
but there's always a place for you in my heart. I asked you out for drinks and a chat, and you agreed. We were both single that time.
The same Taiwan Beer, the same full moon, just different years. I jokingly asked if you still remembered that Mid-Autumn Festival, and you
replied , "How could I possibly remember?" I smiled. You're right.
That night, we chatted happily. I, with my extremely low alcohol tolerance, almost got drunk quickly. You teased me about my drinking capacity, but then
substituted water for my wine, which I slowly drank, sip by sip, lamenting my constitution. You seemed the same as always. I couldn't help but
press my lips to yours. Your soft, moist lips were tightly closed, and your eyes were wide open, as if you couldn't believe what you
were seeing . You let out a few moans, and your lips loosened. I found an opening and slipped inside, teasing and gently biting
. I pulled away from your lips, straddled you, and gave you another kiss. Slowly, you responded. Your hand caressed my
waist, and a familiar tremor spread across it. My waist twisted, anticipating more of your caresses. My hands hooked around you, and I
held you tightly.
"Let's go to my place."
"Okay."
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You kissed me, your hands roaming restlessly over my body. I moaned, feeling you slowly harden. My tongue
teased you in your mouth. I tugged at your clothes, eager to touch your skin, but your hands slipped
inside my clothes first, expertly unbuttoning my bra. I gasped, but your kiss interrupted me. The slightly rough movements hurt a little, but
it was also blissful. You took off my clothes and tossed them on the ground. I tugged at your clothes in dissatisfaction. All that
was left was this thin garment. You sensed my dissatisfaction and took off your clothes, revealing your strong, muscular body. But
I was still not satisfied. I wanted more than that; I wanted you.
After I pushed you, you fell onto the bed, looking at me defiantly. To respond to your provocation, I gently took your already
erect penis into my mouth, circling your glans with my tongue. Your eyes widened as you stared at me, your incredulous look was really cute.
I started giving you oral sex, your size making my mouth a little sore, and I was looking forward to the moment you would enter and fill me up.
After I finished giving you oral sex, you put on a condom, turned me over, and rubbed your glans against my opening. My wet pussy was already ready
, and I wriggled restlessly. Suddenly, you thrust in, and the instant pleasure made my body tighten and tremble. You
thrust in and out, and the only sounds in the room were the wetness of your thrusts and our heavy breathing. You asked in my ear, "
Does it feel good ...?" I responded with loud moans. You laughed and thrust faster. Just
when I felt like I was going to be fucked to death, you inserted your penis deep inside me and pressed your body against mine. Your penis
throbbed , and I knew you had ejaculated.
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Later, you ejaculated several more times, and I also orgasmed many times. Exhausted, we lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling together.
I got up and asked you, "What would you like to drink, fruit juice?"
But you answered irrelevantly, "I want you."
"You've asked for it so many times already."
"Then let me put it another way, do you want to
drink with me again?" "I prefer the things you've already drunk, so you can quickly choose one."
You laughed.
We didn't drink together again, because I didn't have the courage.

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