My Lover, Xiaotong [The End]

This is a distant yet true story. To avoid any appearance of impropriety, I've obscured the characters and locations.
That year, I had just graduated from university and was waiting for job assignments during the summer break. I didn't care much about the workplace; I just wanted something easy, close to home, and ideally, somewhere I could hang out with my buddies after work. So I didn't ask my family to pull any strings. Actually, back then, no one in my family could pull any strings for me, but that's another story. In
my final semester, there were four people in my graduation project group—two men and two women. We originally planned to travel together after graduation, but the other two backed out at the last minute, saying they had family matters to attend to. I guessed they were trying to find someone to pull strings to get me into a better job. In the end, only Tong and I went.
Tong was my first love. I'd say I was pretty average during my four years of university: average looks, average height, average grades, average hobbies. Besides being a good swimmer, I didn't have any qualities that attracted girls. My swimming skills were taught by my uncle, who was a coach on the city's swimming team, since I was little. It's a pity there wasn't a swimming team in my university; otherwise, I might have become a sports star. Tong, however, was different. She excelled academically, was a member of the school's table tennis team, and also a member of the department's choir—a truly outstanding student.
Tong wasn't conventionally beautiful, but she was pleasing to the eye. She wasn't tall, but rather petite and agile. Her only flaw was her slightly dark skin; to put it nicely, she was a "dark-skinned beauty." Tong and I rarely interacted; we spoke less than ten sentences to each other in the first three years of university. It wasn't until six months before graduation, when we were assigned to the same project group, that we had more contact. Over those six months, I discovered that Tong and I had quite a few things in common. For example, in her final year, she was content with a mediocre performance: she didn't want to be the class monitor, resigned from the school's table tennis team, and was only half-hearted in the department's choir. This made us feel less distant when we interacted, and we naturally had more to talk about, but in my eyes, our relationship remained that of ordinary classmates. Years later, I learned from another female classmate that Tong had deliberately kept a low profile to get closer to me, which touched me deeply, but Tong never mentioned it to me.
Speaking of which, I was very unhappy when I heard that those two classmates had decided not to go on the trip—it would be so less lively with fewer people! But Tong, instead, became even more proactive in preparing, as if afraid I might change my mind. On the day of departure, a rare blush appeared on Tong's face, and I teased her, asking if she had put on rouge. The journey involved a four-hour train ride followed by a night bus, which was exhausting. On the train, I felt a little strange; Tong and I seemed more like a couple traveling together. After dinner, we switched to a larger bus, and Tong and I occupied two seats in the back, with Tong sitting by the window. We opened the window to look at the night view along the way, chatting about random things to pass the time. As night fell, the passengers swayed and dozed off, and I put on my headphones to listen to Walkman. Tong said she was tired and wanted to sleep, resting her head on my shoulder as the bus swayed and bumped along in the darkness.
The lights inside the bus were off, and only the moonlight filtering through the windows allowed us to see each other's silhouettes. I was sleepy but couldn't fall asleep, tilting my head to look at Tong's face resting on my shoulder, which seemed to take on a more alluring quality in the night. I was wondering if a girl resting her head on my shoulder was hinting at or tacitly agreeing to something. Perhaps it was the allure of the night, or perhaps it was a bit of drowsiness, but I turned and gently kissed Tong's lips! My mind went blank; that was my first kiss! Then I felt Tong wake up. She kissed me back, her kiss more forceful than mine, and soon her tongue was in my mouth. I didn't know anything about French kissing then, and I felt a little lost, wanting to back away.
Tong breathed a sigh of relief, let out a soft hum, wrapped one arm around my neck, pressed her body against mine, and kissed me passionately! Suddenly, I saw a boy in the front row turning around in the darkness, staring intently at us. My heart skipped a beat, and I forcefully pulled Tong away, whispering in her ear, "Someone's watching!"
Tong sat up, but soon fell asleep again, resting her head on my lap. My arms were around Tong's waist so she wouldn't slip off as the car swayed. Soon, my restless hand moved towards Tong's chest, caressing her breasts through her shirt. This was the first time I had ever touched a girl's breasts; Tong's breasts weren't large, but they were very firm.
At that moment, I felt Tong wake up again. Instead of stopping me, she kissed my thigh with her wet lips.
My courage grew, and I slipped my hand inside her shirt, caressing her breasts through her bra. As my caresses intensified, Tong suddenly sat up and reached behind her shirt to unhook her bra! When Tong rested her head on my lap again, my hand eagerly slipped inside her shirt, grasping her full, round breasts without any cover! Tong's breathing quickened as she lay on my lap. I kneaded her breasts more vigorously, feeling them warm and slightly sweaty. My hand then moved to her armpit, kneading her fine armpit hair.
At this moment, one of Tong's hands reached for my gradually erect penis, gently stroking it with her fingers! Even through the denim shorts, I felt incredibly comfortable; it was the first time a girl had touched my most sensitive spot! We caressed each other in the darkness. After what seemed like an eternity, when my fingers gently brushed against Tong's erect nipple, she shuddered and let out a startled "Ah!"
The bus suddenly braked sharply, its lights blazing; it had nearly run over a pig running in the night. Most of the passengers were awakened. The boy who had peeked at us kissing in the front row was fast asleep, leaning on his mother's shoulder. I looked at Tong; her hair was disheveled, her eyes were sleepy, her face was slightly flushed, and she was pouting—she looked quite endearing. I wondered if all girls made such cute expressions when enjoying caresses.
After a while, the driver turned off the lights and started the bus again. Actually, it was almost dawn. After a night of "fuss," Tong and I were exhausted, so we wrapped our arms around each other's waists and rested our heads together like lovers in the throes of passion, drifting off to sleep with the swaying of the night bus.
(2)
It was already dawn when we arrived at the meeting point outside the scenic area gate. We found a small, ordinary-looking inn facing the valley and checked in. The landlady, a middle-aged woman around 40 years old, politely led us into the room. She asked if we had a marriage certificate, and we said no. She said this double room was for us, but we would have to separate if the police checked the rooms at night. She then led me to a large dormitory room next door and said, "Young man, you'll have to make do here tonight!" Then she smiled meaningfully and left.
Perhaps provoked by the landlady's words, we were both a little impulsive. As soon as the landlady left, I closed the door, hugged Tong tightly, and kissed her. Tong responded passionately. Our tongues intertwined intensely, which was much more enjoyable than sneaking a kiss on the bus!
The long kiss lasted for a good ten minutes until we were both a little tired and sat on the bed. I lay on my back, holding Tong's hand. Tong suddenly pounced on me, cupping my face in her hands and kissing my face, nose, eyes, and lips like a dragonfly skimming the water, softly asking, "Do you like me?"
Without hesitation, I answered, "Yes!"
Tong asked again, "When did it start?"
I replied, "Just last night!"
At this moment, Tong sat up with tears in her eyes and said, "Xia Dou, listen carefully, I've liked you for a year!"
Upon hearing this, I jumped up from the bed with a "thud": "What? Why?" I couldn't believe it!
Tong looked at me, blushing, and lowered her head, whispering, "I'll tell you later, but don't look down on me!"
I immediately hugged Tong, not knowing what to say, my mind a mess, but my hands became restless, groping Tong's body, and Tong didn't resist. As my hand reached for the waistband of her jeans, she suddenly broke free, crying, "No! No!"
I couldn't hear her. I don't know where the courage came from, but I pushed her onto the bed, kissed her on the lips, put one arm around her shoulder, and with the other unbuckled her belt, ripping down her jeans to reveal her lace panties. At that moment, Tong grabbed my hand with a firm grip, the strength making me realize I shouldn't go any further.
I sat up and apologized, "I'm sorry! I was too impulsive!" I felt a pang of guilt.
Tong straightened her clothes and said, "Let's stick to our plans and go out." Her words reminded me. We both calmed down immediately, quickly washed up, and went out into the summer valley breeze.
The plan for the day was to see the "Twin Peaks," but when I mentioned this scenic spot, I chuckled mischievously, "Don't bother going, I've already touched them!"
Tong scolded me playfully, "When did you become so glib?" I laughed heartily, repeatedly apologizing, and continued teasing her as we walked. Youth is wonderful; even under the scorching summer sun, walking for hours on mountain paths didn't feel tiring.
Around noon, we passed a small hill, and beside the path was a small pond, about the size of a large bed.
We saw a naked young woman lying face down in the water, with a man taking pictures beside her. The sunlight reflected off the water, creating a dazzling effect, and the woman's white body appeared especially delicate in the interplay of light and water. I was too embarrassed to stop and look closely, so I slowed my pace, glancing back every few steps. Tong was also a little surprised to see such a scene.
After crossing the hill, we found a shady spot to sit and rest, eating bread for lunch. Tong smiled and said,
"Still thinking about that female model, huh?" I quickly and guiltily denied it, immediately realizing it was futile. Tong then said, "Actually, I saw you naked! Do you believe me?"
I was startled. "What? When?"
Tong said, "It was when we went swimming at the reservoir in the suburbs during our junior year! Remember?"
I suddenly remembered. That time, because there were no changing rooms at the reservoir, everyone had already put on their swimsuits beforehand. But after swimming, we needed to find a place to change. The female students all changed in the back room of a farmhouse, while the male students found their own places. I changed by the haystack in the backyard. Did Tong see me changing?
At this moment, Tong leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I saw you, your body... you have so much hair down there... and it's so big! Don't blame me, I just can't forget it! I fell in love with you from that moment on!"
My mind went blank, and I grabbed Tong's hand. "Who else saw me?"
Tong pushed me away. "You don't need to know that!" She then gave me a mischievous grin.
Time passed quickly with the "colorful" fun, and soon it was evening. We returned to the hotel, and the meeting place was noisy with people. We had the landlady cook a few dishes and ordered two bottles of beer for dinner.
Then we quickly went upstairs to shower, tacitly waiting for our first night alone together.
After showering, Tong looked more radiant than usual. Maybe it's "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," but these past few days, the more I looked at Tong, the more beautiful she seemed, even the way she walked was sexy.
The summer night was still quite hot indoors, so we turned on the large ceiling fan and stood under it. I was shirtless, wearing only shorts, while Tong wore a semi-transparent t-shirt and a short skirt, without a bra, her round breasts faintly visible. I grabbed Tong and kissed her lips, then her earlobe, and finally her neck. At this moment, Tong's body trembled, and she whispered, "I have an urge..." Hearing this, I quickly picked her up and put her on the bed, lifting up her semi-transparent t-shirt to admire her breasts. Tong, with her eyes closed, said, "Xia Dou, say you love me, say it!"
I quickly replied, "I love you, I love you!"
Tong opened her eyes and said something I'll never forget: "I'll give it to you. No matter how you treat me in the future, I have to give myself to someone, so I'll give it to you!" With that, she took off her skirt and pulled her underwear down to her thighs, revealing her most private parts.
I stared at Tong's beautiful pubic hair, at a loss, frozen in place. Tong noticed, silently got up, took off my shorts, gently stroked my erect penis with her small hand, and whispered in my ear, "Come on, be gentle!" She pulled me down to lie on her back.
I pressed myself against Tong, twisting my body, trying to align my penis with her flower. Ironically, despite being sweating profusely, I still couldn't find the right spot. Tong looked at me lovingly, grasping my penis and guiding it into her already overflowing secret place. I felt the head of my penis enter a warm flower garden, tight with resistance but endlessly alluring!
Tong's eyes were tightly closed, her teeth slightly clenched, showing great pain. My heart softened, and I said, "Let me stop for a bit..."
Tong hugged me tightly, saying, "No! No! Don't stop, ah..." Her eyes were glistening with tears, her face full of anticipation.
I slowly thrust in and out, step by step, until suddenly I felt the urge to climax. I said to Tong, "Does it still hurt?
I'm going to cum!"
Tong hugged me even tighter, saying, "Yes, cum!" I ejaculated wildly, releasing my youthful semen into a girl's body for the first time in over 20 years!
I collapsed onto Tong, covered in sweat, panting. Tong stroked my hair, kissed me, and murmured, "I really want it to be like this forever, will it?"
I nodded foolishly, "Of course, I will definitely make you satisfied and happy!"
Tong got up and got some toilet paper to clean herself. I saw my thick semen, Tong's vaginal fluid, and a few drops of blood on the paper. I wondered if this was virgin blood? I didn't ask. We lay there like that for almost another hour, talking nonsense. Until we heard a commotion outside the door, and it was getting closer, we felt something was wrong and quickly got up and dressed.
At this time, the landlady knocked on the door and said that the police had come to check the rooms. We hurriedly opened the door, and luckily nothing happened. It was just routine, but it scared us quite a bit. That night, I slept in the large dormitory next door, and I slept soundly all night, still immersed in the excitement and thrill of my first sexual experience with Tong.
(3)
My first night of forcibly eating the forbidden fruit with Tong was spent in this unknown small hotel in another city, under the "tight rein" of the police room check, in two bedrooms that were close at hand but out of reach. The next day, we went on our trip as planned and did not mention the previous night. I had mixed feelings at the time. Underneath my excitement was fear. I was afraid of hurting Tong, afraid of taking responsibility, afraid of not performing well in bed, afraid of... Tong did not mention it again, but she looked relaxed and much more active. She even hummed a song while playing. Everything seemed perfectly natural.
That day, we took a tricycle to see a big waterfall. The car could carry six people, and we shared it with another family of three. During our chat, we learned they were a family of three: the husband was a talkative high school teacher, the wife was a department store saleswoman, and the boy was their son, a nineteen-year-old high school senior named Xiao Jian.
On the way, we discovered that Xiao Jian was the same boy who had been peeking at us kissing on the bus! Xiao Jian recognized us too, and kept looking at us the whole way. I quietly told Tong, and she looked at Xiao Jian and me in surprise, then chuckled, making Xiao Jian lower his head in embarrassment.
After we got to know each other better, Xiao Jian followed us around the waterfall area. Tong seemed particularly concerned about Xiao Jian, even holding our hands and saying that I was just as shy and awkward as Xiao Jian when I first entered university. At lunchtime, the three of us squeezed behind a large rock in front of the waterfall. Tong smiled and said to the boy, "Xiao Jian, do you still want to see your sister kiss your brother?"
Xiao Jian looked astonished, and Tong wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me—a long, deep French kiss. For a long time, I couldn't understand why Tong would do that. She was definitely not a frivolous girl who would be affectionate in public. Later, I learned that Tong said those few days were the happiest and most beautiful days of her life. She wanted others to know she was in love; even with many people around, in that natural environment, she would passionately kiss her beloved. In
the afternoon, the weather changed drastically, looking like it was going to rain, so we decided to go back early. When we arrived at the meeting point, it was still early before dinner, so we wandered around. Tong said she wanted to find a pharmacy, and I said, "Why? We're not sick." She whispered in my ear that she wanted to buy me condoms! I was shocked. Could what happened last night have gotten Tong pregnant? Tong reassured me that it should be fine; she had just finished her period the day before coming here and was still in her safe period, so we could use them after buying them.
I was deeply moved; it felt like Tong was already my wife, even thinking about pregnancy and contraception.
Dinner was again at the hotel restaurant. That night, it seemed a large group of young workers on tour had arrived, filling the restaurant and all the large dorm rooms. I was delighted to hear this, knowing I could now "legitimately" be intimate with Tong again.
At the table, the landlady mentioned the police raid the previous day, saying a guest at another hotel had their wallet stolen, hence the large-scale search. I chimed in, "What about today?"
The landlady immediately replied, "No! Don't worry!"
Everyone looked at me; I felt like I was about to do something wrong, my heart pounding and my face flushed. Tong smiled quietly beside me. That night, besides the landlady, the boss also rushed back to help, accompanied by a girl who caught my attention.
The girl was about eighteen or nineteen, tall, with fair skin, very beautiful, with flowing hair, like a movie star. The landlady said she was her niece, named Xiao Ke, a senior in high school in the provincial capital, who was helping out during the summer vacation. A high school student from the provincial capital so beautiful—I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. Especially since she was wearing a loose t-shirt, her small breasts were faintly visible swaying in the air. Even though Tong was beside me, I was still a little distracted.
Xiao Ke pointed to the walk-in mask on my waist and asked what it was. I said, "It's for listening to music. Do you want to listen?"
The proprietress snatched it away and replied, "Xiao Ke loves art the most. She was even a model for a painter not long ago!"
Everyone praised Xiao Ke for being beautiful and having the air of an art star, but Xiao Ke only stared at my walk-in mask. I generously handed it over: "Here, listen to it!" I glanced at Tong beside me, my face darkening as I remained silent.
After dinner and a shower, Tong and I stood under the ceiling fan to cool off. Tong remained silent. I asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Tears welled in Tong's eyes. "Xia Dou, don't stare at pretty girls anymore, I'll get jealous!"
I knew she was referring to Xiao Ke, so I comforted her, "It's just lending her a Walkman song, she's still a young girl!"
Tong looked up and said, "Even young girls aren't okay, you should only have eyes for me!"
I hugged Tong tightly and gave her a kiss. "Okay! I won't look at anyone else!" I coaxed and kissed her, and Tong reacted, her body limp as she leaned against me.
That night, there was no moon outside the window, only the noise of people. It wasn't hot, the fan was just right to cool her down. In the next room, the young workers were loudly playing cards, swinging their arms. We both seemed to be waiting for a moment to arrive. We hadn't touched each other's bodies all day, and we both felt very impulsive.
Tong whispered in my ear, "Help me take off my clothes!"
I silently took off her t-shirt and skirt, clumsily unhooking her bra. Tong lay quietly on the bed, wearing only a bra and panties, her hands covering her eyes. My heart raced. I leaned over and, with trembling hands, removed her bra, then slowly pulled down her panties. A completely naked girl lay before me. Although we had been intimate for two days, this was the first time I had seen Tong's naked body: her figure was well-proportioned, her curves firm, her skin slightly bronze, her breasts full and round, her pubic hair beautifully spread below her abdomen, her legs slightly bent. I stared, mesmerized. Then Tong smiled and said,
"Have you seen enough? Come on, lie down and hug me!"
I lay down and hugged Tong, my hands kneading her breasts. Tong's hands weren't idle either; they reached for my panties, her small hand grabbing my erect penis, then using her toes to pull down my panties. Two young bodies, naked, intertwined, entwined, enjoying each other's youthful flesh. I felt a wetness in my lower body. Touching it, I found it was Tong's vaginal fluid, which had soaked both of our pubic hair, and my penis was also covered in it.
I smeared some on Tong's face with my finger and said, "You have so much stuff! I thought only men had that!"
Tong blushed and pinched my penis hard with one hand, saying, "It's all your fault!" Then she kissed me deeply.
I asked, "How did it feel yesterday? Did it still hurt?"
Tong replied, "A little at first, but then it felt really good, I wanted more! You were a bit too fast yesterday, I didn't even climax!"
Tong's explicit words aroused me. I parted Tong's legs and met her with my throbbing penis.
Without the constraints of clothing, we made love freely. This time, my penis found Tong's vaginal opening. I gently thrust in, and Tong let out a soft "Ah!", her eyes glazed over, her face flushed, her hands tightly wrapped around me, and her legs hooked around my waist. I thrust in and out, feeling the urge to ejaculate several times, but seeing Tong's adorable expression, I held back. I continued like this for almost fifteen minutes, my hands and feet aching. I looked at Tong and wanted to lie down.
Tong seemed to understand, rolling over onto me, then slowly sitting up, guiding my penis to her clitoris and twisting it up and down. I was deeply stimulated, thrusting upwards, my penis penetrating even deeper into Tong's vagina. Then the urge to ejaculate returned. I saw Tong twisting wildly, moaning "Ah, ah!" I quickened my thrusts, suddenly feeling my penis being squeezed tightly by Tong's vagina. At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer, ejaculating wildly! It lasted for a good ten seconds.
Tong collapsed onto me, both of us panting heavily, the air filled with the scent of my semen and Tong's vaginal fluid. Tong said, "Dou, I'm yours! From this day forward, my whole body is yours!"
How beautiful youth and first night are! There were no distant promises, no material pressures, only immediate joy and release. This was the shared feeling between Tong and me that night.
(4):
Tong and I slept naked in each other's arms all night. When we woke up in the morning, we saw traces of our love on the mat. Tong immediately took a towel and wiped it clean. After making love last night, Tong also took her short skirt and shorts to wash our bodies. She said that we had to wash off the dirt before we went back. When Tong took the clothes out, I saw that she walked with her legs together. I asked her what was wrong. Tong said that her lower body was burning with pain and she couldn't walk fast. I said with heartache that I should wash it. Tong refused and said that no man washes these things! She pushed me away and walked out of the room with her legs together. This is a scene I will never forget: Tong's back, my woman!
The weather in the mountains is unpredictable. There was a light rain last night, and the sun was shining brightly this morning. However, the weather forecast predicted thunderstorms from the afternoon to the evening, and that heavy rain would continue for several days starting tomorrow, with the possibility of flash floods. We decided to shorten our trip, visit a nearby temple, return to the hotel in the afternoon to pack our bags, and catch the earliest bus the next day.
I've never been interested in temples, especially since that one was under renovation and famous for its fertility services. But Tong insisted on going, saying she was going to make a wish. I said, "It's for praying for a child, not for job hunting, what are you busy with?" Tong just smiled without answering. When we arrived at the temple, it really did look like a rural elementary school still under construction, but judging by the looks of it, it should be quite beautiful once it's finished. Tong bought some incense and solemnly bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the Buddha statue. I chuckled to myself, wondering where she'd learned that. After bowing, Tong went to an old man who looked like a monk and muttered something to herself, sometimes extending her palm, sometimes pointing at me. A dozen minutes later, Tong walked up to me, seemingly satisfied, and said, "The master said I'll definitely have a son!" I laughed, "Maybe you prefer a daughter!" Tong said, "Who said I'd have one with you!" As soon as she said that, we both froze, followed by a moment of silence. This revealed the reality that the fleeting joy couldn't conceal: would we ever reach that day? At that moment, I felt a pang of sadness. There was a clear gap between Tong and me in terms of family background, academic performance, and personal abilities. Tong's unintentional joke had inadvertently slapped me hard across the face: Wake up, kid! Thinking of this, I instinctively pushed Tong away, lowered my head, and felt a lump in my throat. Upon seeing this, Tong burst into tears, grabbing me and saying, "Dou, I was just joking!" Seeing that I remained silent, she cried even harder: "How can you be so easily hurt! And you're a boy... You're a boy, you can just leave, but I've already gone this far with you, there's no going back!" Tong cried more and more bitterly, and I was at a loss, not knowing what to say, tears welling up in my eyes as well. I hugged Tong tightly and said, "I was wondering if I'm not good enough for you, have you thought about that?" Tong cried and said, "If you truly love me, you can overcome it!" I didn't take her words seriously at the time, but later, it proved me wrong, a mistake I'd regret for life!
The feelings of youth are like the clouds and rain in these mountains, fleeting and uncertain. Tong and I comforted each other, and eventually the rain stopped, and we smiled through our tears. In this tranquil and refreshing summer valley, far from the hustle and bustle, there seemed to be no place for worry or sadness. We leisurely returned to the hotel in the afternoon. The landlady found us anxiously, saying that because of the impending downpour, the tourists had all left early, and bus tickets for tomorrow would be in short supply, so we had to buy them immediately. We went out and wandered around the meeting point, but couldn't find a ticket office. After asking at several shops, we finally found a sign for "Bus Tickets" in an inconspicuous little electronics store. We bought the tickets ten minutes before the store closed! Tong praised me for being capable, and I said with a wry smile, "It's just my duty as an errand runner!" Back at the hotel, the landlady looked apologetic, saying that she and the owner had to rush to a brickyard outside the mountains that night to arrange flood prevention work and wouldn't be back until the early hours of the next morning. She asked if we could look after Xiao Ke, as she wasn't used to living alone yet, and she had asked us because she thought we were reliable. I didn't dare say a word, but Tong readily agreed, saying, "Let me sleep with Xiao Ke tonight." The landlady thanked her repeatedly. Tong turned to me and made a face, "Comrade Xia, you don't mind, do you?" I secretly groaned: You didn't need to use this excuse to kick me out!
After dinner, we packed our luggage early, took showers, and went to the third-floor platform of the hotel. The platform was spacious, facing the valley. Although it was just past seven o'clock, the setting sun still lingered on the horizon, pushing its last rays through the thick clouds onto the open field. A mountain wind blew, carrying the scent of thunder and rain, and distant rumbles of thunder foreshadowed an impending storm. Tong and I embraced, my arms around her waist, her against my chest, each lost in our own thoughts. I was thinking that tomorrow I would be returning to a familiar place, the same city and the same people, the same smiles and indifference, the same uncertainty and uncertainty. Would my lovely girl still be by my side? Then Tong spoke, "I really want to stay here forever!" I asked, "With whom?" Tong said, "Just me!" She turned and playfully kissed me. A wave of emotion washed over me; I realized clearly that at that moment, I had fallen deeply in love with Tong!
I held Tong tightly, embracing her soft body, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and my body reacted. My penis slowly pressed against Tong's buttocks, gradually growing larger. My hands began to roam over Tong's body; my left hand caressed her braless breasts, while my right hand lifted her short skirt, reaching towards her mysterious flower garden. Tong's body began to writhe, her buttocks rubbing against my penis. My right hand passed through Tong's soft pubic hair, entering her lubricated vagina. When my fingers touched her clitoris, Tong's whole body convulsed, and she murmured, "...Ah, so good!" My hands rubbed Tong's breasts and genitals fiercely, as if I wanted to tear her to pieces! I turned Tong around and said, "I want you!" Then I unbuttoned my shorts, pulled out my erect penis, lifted Tong's skirt, and pulled down her panties, my penis thrusting straight into her clitoris! Since we were both standing, I couldn't get it in at first; the whole movement looked like two people dancing a modern dance. Finally, I lifted one of Tong's legs with one hand and supported her waist with the other, leaning against the railing of the platform. Her vulva was immediately fully exposed, and I thrust in forcefully, finally entering her body! Although we were both exhausted by then, the excitement of making love before the outdoor thunderstorm encouraged us, and all we could hear was the crackling sound of our lower bodies colliding. At this moment, darkness fell, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed; a storm was imminent. Our sprint was coming to an end, and I suddenly felt an explosive urge. I pulled Tong into my arms, my hands tightly supporting her buttocks, and ejaculated thick streams of semen into her body, not a drop left!
We laughed, shouted, hugged, and kissed in the thunderstorm, as if bidding a final farewell to our carefree youthful love! The next day, as planned, we took the early morning bus and left the summer valley that recorded our eternal youth, returning to reality and the origin of our lives.
(5):
The first task after returning was to wait for the job assignment notice. At that time, the assignments were divided into three batches. The first batch was large enterprises, research institutes, and a few joint ventures; the second batch was local medium-sized enterprises; and the third batch was small enterprises, suburban enterprises, and private enterprises. About a week after we returned, Tong received an offer letter from a well-known national-level research institute without any suspense. This was expected. Tong's academic performance has always been outstanding. She is well-rounded in moral, intellectual, and physical development. In addition, her parents are both bureau-level cadres, which is unmatched. That day, I and several other classmates celebrated for her at a restaurant. When I arrived, Tong took my arm in front of everyone, which was equivalent to announcing that I was her boyfriend. Looking at Tong's face full of happiness, my heart melted as well. During those days, Tong and I were like any other couple, going to the movies, strolling in the park, and attending class reunions. We talked more and more, but had less physical contact. I only kissed Tong twice in the park; although I didn't touch her, I felt very satisfied. Tong said we were getting married first and falling in love later.
The second batch of notices was sent out about a week later, and my name still wasn't on it. I guessed I was in the "last batch." Although I didn't have high expectations for my future job, those two weeks of waiting felt like an eternity. Seeing that most of my classmates had already reported for work while I was still waiting at home for my notice, I was having a very hard time. At first, Tong comforted me. Once, seeing me down, Tong cautiously asked, "Should I ask my dad..." Before she could finish, I interrupted her and firmly refused. Tong never mentioned helping again. After Tong started working, we saw each other less often, and I didn't actively seek her out. I was afraid she was busy at work, and she was afraid it would affect my mood. During this time, I talked about Tong and me with two other people. One was Ah Huang, my classmate and buddy, even more of a slacker than me. Ah Huang didn't care about job assignments at all; he said he'd go into the seafood business with his brother anyway. Ah Huang didn't approve of Tong and me; he thought we weren't meant to be. The other was Xia Miao, my cousin. Xia Miao was four years older than me, a strong woman. That year, she received a full scholarship for a Master's degree in Economics at Columbia University and was busy preparing to go abroad. I've always been very open with my cousin, and I told her everything about my relationship with Tong. Xia Miao believed that Tong truly loved me, but I had to work hard to maintain the relationship. Xia Miao repeatedly emphasized that I shouldn't give up on Tong easily.
Just when even my usually honest and unassuming father was losing his composure, that damned job offer arrived! The letter came in the afternoon; Ah Huang and I had been drinking until 9 PM that night, so I hadn't informed Tong that day. It was a privately owned trading company, which sounded like a shell company. It would be fine for me to coast along, but my parents insisted on visiting the company, saying only then would they feel at ease. The next morning, we went to the company's office building at the address on the letter. The company was located in a small garden villa, surrounded by towering trees, a very quiet environment that my family liked very much. Then I suddenly realized that this place should not be far from Tong's home; I remembered dropping her off at her doorstep when I returned from my trip. After seeing my parents onto the bus, I found a place to call Tong's workplace. My colleague said Tong was home that day and not at work, so I called Tong's house, and she answered. When I described my company address, Tong excitedly said it was very close to her home, only a five-minute walk, and invited me to come over immediately. I hesitated before asking if anyone was home. Tong said she was alone, so I immediately ran over.
Tong's house was an old Western-style house nestled among large trees on a quiet street. The house had three floors, and Tong's house was on the third floor. For ordinary people, this building would house at least a dozen families, but Tong's house only housed three at most. I tiptoed after Tong into her house and went straight to her room without looking around. Tong's room had a very student-like feel; the walls were covered with various certificates of merit, as well as a prominent graduation photo and diploma. Tong was wearing makeup that day, and her skin looked much fairer. Tong said she was going to a colleague's wedding that evening, so the director let her go home to prepare. Tong happily said, "Congratulations! You finally have a job!" I said it looked like a shell company; it might be okay to slack off, but I didn't know if it had any future. Then I recounted the agony and helplessness of waiting for the notification, and my parents' visit to the company. Tong's eyes reddened as she listened, and she grabbed my hand, saying, "Dou, you've lost weight, and your hair has grown long. You're so silly! Actually, there are some things I can help with!" I pulled Tong into my arms and whispered, "I don't want to trouble your parents and become a burden to you." I wanted to kiss Tong but was afraid of ruining her makeup. Tong noticed my hesitation and, without thinking, kissed my lips deeply! We hadn't been alone together for almost a month, and with the setbacks of the past few days, it seemed like we had an outlet today. Without thinking, I started to unbutton Tong's top and then her bra, but I couldn't get it right. Tong laughed and scolded me, "Still so clumsy!" Then she took off her bra herself. I was stunned again. Tong tapped my forehead with her small hand, saying, "Silly boy, don't just look!" She then pulled my hand to her two round breasts. I was instantly aroused again, and I laid Tong down on the bed. Just as I was about to pull down her panties, Tong stopped me: "Not today, I'm on my period!" I immediately let go, like a deflated balloon, lying beside Tong, panting heavily.
Tong looked at me tenderly and asked, "Do you really want it? Are you uncomfortable holding back?" I nodded. Tong thought for a moment, then sat up and took a towel, placing it on the bed. "Xia Dou, here you go, but you have to be gentle." She then started to pull down her panties, and I saw a sanitary napkin on them, with bloodstains. I jumped up: "Are you crazy? How could I do this to you? I was too agitated just now, I'm so sorry!" Tong pounced on me, kissing me and saying, "I like you to be a little stronger, not so gentle!" As she spoke, she reached down and unzipped my pants, taking out my erect penis and stroking it. Suddenly, Tong leaned down and took my penis into her mouth! I'd read about oral sex in magazines and tabloids before, but I never imagined Tong would do it for me! Tong's mouth moved up and down my penis, and I felt her tongue circling the head of my penis. I felt a tingling sensation, not as intense as vaginal penetration, but much more relaxing. Tong sucked for almost ten minutes, then looked up, blushing, and asked, "Feeling better?" I picked her up and kissed her deeply, almost suffocating her. I said, "Next time I'll kiss your whole body!" Tong softly replied, "You owe me one!"
Seeing that it was past 3 PM, Tong said she needed to reapply makeup for the wedding that evening. I looked in the mirror and saw my face and penis covered in Tong's lipstick. We went to the bathroom naked to wash up, and for the first time, we admired our naked bodies in front of the large mirror. Because of my long-term swimming, I had a fairly fit physique. Tong was the same; although her skin was a bit dark, her figure was very well-proportioned, her breasts were round and shapely, and her pubic hair was sparse but beautiful. My penis was not completely soft yet, hanging there powerfully. Although it was not big, it was really thick, and my pubic hair shone brightly under the light. The two naked bodies looked very well matched. Tong wiped my lower body with a towel and said, "Dou, to tell you the truth, your thing is very attractive to girls. I got you first!" I deliberately said, "That's because you seduced me and took my virginity!" Tong hit me and said, "You're so vain!" The two hugged each other again.
(6):
Everyone's experience of a new job is different. My shell company faces the south, and the boss always runs to Guangdong. He even said that he wanted me to go on business trips with him. Sometimes I think if I were him, I would just move the company to Shenzhen. Tong was quite satisfied with her new job. She was likable and eager to learn. She always told me about her new experiences. I am sure of one thing: the atmosphere of the research institute should be similar to that of the university. In my eyes, Tong is most suitable to be a teacher, so the research institute is a perfect fit for her. While adapting to the new job, my feelings for Tong and I deepened day by day. I felt like I'd grown up all of a sudden. From indulging in sex during summer trips to now enjoying conversations with Tong, from movies to pop songs, from sports to fashion—we'd talk for ages about whatever topic came up. One day, Tong cautiously asked me about my future plans, like going abroad or changing jobs. I asked, puzzled, "Isn't everything fine now? Just muddle along!" Tong remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.
Autumn arrived in the blink of an eye. It was a Saturday, and Tong called to invite me to her house that evening. I was initially startled, thinking her parents wanted to meet me. Tong explained that her parents had gone out of town to visit a former superior and would be staying for a day or two; no one would be home on the weekend, so we could have dinner together. I was incredibly excited, immediately thinking about being intimate with Tong again. My steps quickened on the way. I bought a bottle of red wine on the way, and as I passed a pharmacy, I suddenly remembered that Tong had offered to buy me condoms in the mountains, thinking I might need them that night. So I slipped into the store and asked the clerk for a pack of condoms. The clerk asked what size I wanted. Blushing, I said, "Medium...medium, I guess." I grabbed them and ran out.
When I got to Tong's house, she opened the door to greet me. I saw that Tong had long, slightly wavy hair, wore light makeup, a long dress, and perfume. I was stunned. Standing before me was no longer a naive, cute schoolgirl, but a charming, mature woman. I wondered what day it was that she was dressed like this. Looking into the room, I saw a small cake with candles on the table. Was it Tong's birthday? Tong smiled and said, "Today is my birthday. I invited you over, just the two of us, okay?" I hugged Tong tightly, kissed her cheek, and handed her the bottle of red wine: "Happy birthday! But I didn't know beforehand, otherwise I would have brought an even better bottle!" Tong continued, "I didn't want you to spend money, but you told me the truth, and that's what I like about you. Your coming is the greatest gift I could give you!" I whispered in her ear, "You look so beautiful today! I want to devour you!" Tong patted me lightly: "Can you even handle that? I'm afraid you can't take it!"
Dinner was a few simple vegetarian dishes Tong had made, plus a roast chicken and smoked fish—cooked food, which I like. Tong doesn't drink, but she only took a few sips with me that day, and her face turned bright red. I drank most of the bottle, and emboldened by the alcohol, I asked Tong what she liked about me, such an unremarkable boy. Tong blushed, took the wine glass from my hand, and said she liked my simplicity, straightforwardness, sincerity, and kindness. I was a little flattered; no one had ever praised me like that before. I then asked her what she thought of me, a boy who wasn't particularly successful. Tong added that success depends on one's own efforts, and that this is a good era where everyone has opportunities—that's what her father said. Tong also told me that her company was sending her to Beijing for further training, and she cherished this opportunity. We ate and chatted until 11 p.m. Tong said it was time to blow out the candles and make a wish. I asked her what she wished for, and she said she wished every day could be like tonight. I was very touched and kissed her: "I love you!" Tong closed her eyes, leaned against me, and said, "Let's stay here tonight, I've been waiting for so long..."
Although it wasn't our first time being intimate, my heart still pounded at the thought of what was to come that night. We quickly cleared the table, showered, and went into Tong's bedroom. Tong turned off the lights, left a few candles on, and took off her clothes, leaving only her bra and panties on the bed. I hurriedly removed all my clothes, slipping into bed in just my shorts. The instant our smooth skin touched, we embraced and kissed passionately! We quickly undressed each other, our youthful desires like the flickering candlelight, leaping, undulating, burning, illuminating the small room… I kissed Tong's lips, ears, neck, then her breasts, her nipples. Tong's nipples hardened under my kisses, her body trembled, she pressed her hands against my head, panting, "...Dou, baby! Kiss me down there, my clitoris…" I kissed down Tong's smooth abdomen, kissing her pubic hair. Then Tong's legs parted, revealing her mysterious flower garden! Tong's labia were small, her pink labia minora slightly parted, already overflowing with love juice, the entire vulva wet and glistening in the candlelight. I brought my mouth close, taking her two small lips into my mouth, soft and slightly sweet; my tongue moved between her labia, circling around her clitoris, up and down, left and right. Tong let out a moan, "Ah! Ah!", her legs pressed together, her body heaving; my tongue continued to move, and finally, Tong let out an "Ah!!", her body convulsing and trembling uncontrollably! I hugged Tong tightly, gently patting her shoulders and back, kissing her forehead. Tong nestled in my arms, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, crying out, "Dou! You kissed me to death! Don't do that anymore!" We hugged like that for a while, then Tong came to her senses and said sweetly, "We've only just begun, let me kiss you!"
Tong's wet lips pressed against mine, her tongue moving powerfully. Tong's hands kneaded my penis, I closed my eyes, my whole body going limp. Tong kissed my pectoral muscles, my lower abdomen, my pubic hair… and then my erect penis. Sometimes her tongue would lightly circle the glans, sometimes she would take my entire penis into her mouth; I felt as if I were floating on clouds… Suddenly, I got up and flipped Tong over, spreading her legs, and thrusting forward, my penis entering her body! My penis felt the warmth and slipperiness of Tong's vagina. I thrust in and out, watching Tong's intoxicated expression, becoming even more excited… Finally, I ejaculated! I held Tong, continuing to thrust as I ejaculated. My semen and Tong's vaginal fluids soaked the mattress; our lower bodies were wet and sticky. I panted and asked Tong, "Do you prefer me to use my mouth or…" Before I could finish, Tong interrupted me with a "slap," saying, "No more mouths! That's too much! But I still prefer you to do it real, that's what love is!" Tong was always bolder than me in bed, especially with words, unlike me, who only focused on action.
That night, neither of us seemed inclined to sleep. Two hours later, I felt the urge again. I lay on Tong's back, wanting to do it from behind. Tong sensed it and laughed, asking, "Trying something new?" I said, "This time, I want to make it easier and more comfortable for you. Let's try it from behind!" Tong seemed to be playing a prank, lying still, and I couldn't penetrate her. In the chaos, my hand touched Tong's vagina, which was already wet again. I touched her clitoris with my finger, and Tong arched her hips, guiding my penis into her vagina with her hand, saying, "You're so naughty!" I lay on Tong's back, squeezing her breasts with both hands. Tong moved in rhythm with my body, and we bumped against each other rhythmically. The candle flame on the table flickered with the rhythm of our bodies, and the whole small room trembled. When I ejaculated the last drop of semen that night, the candle went out, and we were both exhausted. We cuddled together and fell asleep.
When the morning light shone through the curtains, Tong and I lazily stayed in bed, unwilling to get up. I told Tong, "I bought a box of condoms on the way yesterday, but I forgot to use them in my haste last night!" Tong looked at me in surprise and said, "You really prepared them? I even took birth control pills beforehand." I panicked when I heard that, "Why did you take those? A condom would have been fine!" Tong said, "I was worried you wouldn't feel comfortable using them. I heard men don't like using them." My eyes welled up with tears, and I hugged Tong tightly, deeply moved. That's just how Tong is; she always naturally considers others and makes them feel comfortable. We hugged each other naked, and the feeling returned. My penis hardened again, pressing against Tong's lower abdomen. I said, "How about we put on condoms and do it?" Tong nodded. I got up, grabbed the box of condoms, and put one on my penis. When I inserted it into Tong's body, it felt strange. It lacked that close intimacy, the warmth and wetness of Tong's vagina, and the pleasure during friction was much less. Our piston-like movements lasted for nearly half an hour before I finally ejaculated. Afterwards, Tong said that the morning's encounter was the most pleasurable because it lasted longer. I told her I didn't really like using condoms, not because of time constraints, but because it lacked intimacy. This was the first time I used a condom to have sex with Tong, and also the last time we were skin-to-skin.
A few days later, Tong said her advanced studies in Beijing had been officially approved, and a week later, she boarded the train to Beijing. I happened to be on a business trip to the south that day and didn't see her off. I didn't realize that it was this train that pulled Tong and me onto different life tracks, causing us to drift further and further apart.
(End of 7):
Tong's advanced training in Beijing was scheduled to last two months, meaning she should have returned by the end of that year. When she first arrived, Tong wrote to me every week, mostly talking about her feelings in the capital, the local customs, and the training, always ending with "I love you, Tong," and I only needed to read that one sentence. During this time, I reflected on my relationship with Tong many times. Although our relationship only started after graduation, I always felt that Tong had been in my heart for a long time, and I had only just realized that I loved her. At the same time, I felt that this relationship came a little strangely; how come we had such intense sex at the beginning, and only started pursuing Tong afterward? I so wanted to tell Tong, "Let me pursue you properly!"
Thinking this, time flew by. The end of the year was approaching when Tong sent a letter saying her training was over, but she would have to stay for two more months. She said her institute was collaborating with CCTV to produce a program about deepening reforms. The program had to be completed before the Spring Festival, and she would come back for the holidays. A few weeks before the Spring Festival, my parents suddenly asked if I had a girlfriend, probably because Tong's letter had alerted them. I told them the truth. Overjoyed, my father sighed softly, "This girl's conditions are too good." I remained silent. Those few days, my parents went out several times, seemingly mysteriously. A week later, my father told me they had found a house in the suburbs. If I got married, they would move out and come back in a few years to help us take care of our children. I was stunned, then tears welled up in my eyes! My mother even asked if we could invite Tong to our house for a meal during the Spring Festival so everyone could get to know each other. I rushed out the door, tears streaming down my face!
Tong finally returned. She had called long-distance beforehand, saying she could only stay for a week and had to go to Beijing immediately, adding that they had something to discuss in person. I met Tong on the eve of the Lunar New Year. Tong said she only had three hours that afternoon. I was puzzled, with a premonition that something big was going on. We met at a coffee shop. Tong's hairstyle had changed; it was a short, slightly wavy bob that reached her ears, making her look capable and charming. Tong was also wearing light makeup; her skin was much fairer, and she looked radiant. That day, Tong wore a tight-fitting wool coat and short leather boots. I was stunned by her aura and couldn't speak for a moment. Tong smiled as usual and said, "Comrade Xia, what are you daydreaming about?" Her playful remark brought Tong back to my senses! We held hands tightly, looked at each other for several minutes, and our eyes were filled with tears. I said in a trembling voice, "Why are you leaving again?" Tong looked at me softly and said, "Dou, I'll tell you the truth, we're moving to Beijing!"
Tong said her father was going to take an important position in a ministry in Beijing; it was personally appointed by his old superior after he came to Beijing. Tong's father was originally from the north and didn't care. But Tong's mother is a native of the South, and moving north again in her old age would be difficult. The whole family discussed this for months. Tong's training in Beijing and its postponement were arranged by her mother, so that Tong could go first and see if she could adapt. Because it involved organizational personnel matters, the whole family kept it a secret for a long time. Only now, when Tong's parents decided to move north, did Tong tell me. I was surprised at first, and then happy for Tong, after all, her father was going to be promoted. But then I thought: what about Tong and me? Tong seemed to see through my thoughts, grabbed my hand, and said with shining eyes, "Dou, come to Beijing! Or let's go abroad to study together!" I was a little confused. Everything came too suddenly. At that time, I just wanted my peaceful and simple life. My ordinary family background was really far removed from Tong's world. I wanted to ask Tong to come to my house to meet my parents, but at this moment, I couldn't bring myself to do so.
The next few days were filled with turmoil; I didn't have a good Spring Festival. I only met Tong twice by myself. The second time was on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the day before Tong was leaving for Beijing. We arranged to meet at that coffee shop that afternoon. Tong arrived and apologized, saying, "I've been so busy, I forgot to give you the gift!" Tong gave me an imported wool scarf and a box of ginseng, which were for my parents. She said she bought the scarf herself, and the ginseng was a gift from someone else. I felt like I had a thousand words to say to Tong, but I didn't know where to begin. I wanted to reflect on why I hadn't thought about pursuing Tong during our four years of university; I wanted to relive the passionate feelings we shared during our summer trip; I wanted to tell Tong that I wanted to pursue her properly and completely this time! But the words stuck in my throat. During that meeting, I just quietly listened to Tong tell her stories about Beijing. When we parted, we hugged tightly, and Tong looked up at me and asked, "Did you miss me?" Tears welled up in my eyes, and I kissed her deeply… That was the last time I saw Tong, and it was also the last time I kissed her.
What happened next was exactly what I expected. In spring, Tong's parents went to Beijing. Tong didn't return from her business trip to England when we moved. Not long after, Tong wrote to me saying she was going to study in England and asked what my future plans were. After reading the letter, only the word "breakup" filled my mind. In June, Tong called long-distance, insisting I come to Beijing to the guesthouse where I was staying. She wanted to have a serious talk with me and, depending on the situation, formally introduce me to her parents! My biggest worry was meeting Tong's parents, who were ministerial-level officials. But if I could meet them, it would mean Tong was still willing to stay with me. I asked Ah Huang, and this time he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go!" Just as
I was preparing to go to Beijing, a major crisis struck my family! My mother was diagnosed with stomach cancer! This was a bolt from the blue for my family! The family was in chaos during those days, but fortunately, with the help of relatives and friends, my mother had timely surgery. The doctor said it wasn't too late, but she needed chemotherapy after the surgery, combined with traditional Chinese medicine, to see if she could live for five years. My father also suffered a heart attack due to his busy schedule and was hospitalized. For those few months, I was busy running around to hospitals, and naturally, the trip to Beijing was forgotten. When my parents were discharged from the hospital, Tong also boarded a plane to England. We didn't even call to say goodbye. A few days after Tong left, her best friend and classmate Yan Hua sent me 5,000 yuan, 2,000 of which was Tong's, and the rest was collected by other classmates. I was deeply moved.
A month later, I received Tong's first letter since she went abroad. She was concerned about my parents and apologized for not being able to help me. Tong said everything was going well in England and told me not to worry. At the end of the letter, there was no "I love you, Tong." I struggled for many days and finally wrote a long letter. In the letter, I talked about our past, and I said that our paths would be very different in the future. I wanted to stay by my parents' side, and they could only rely on me. I formally proposed breaking up, saying that although I loved her deeply, this love would only hold her back and ultimately harm us. The words were against my will, but I had to say them for love... Tong didn't reply. That Christmas, Tong sent me a Christmas card, without any extra words, like a friend's. Those days were filled with pain, confusion, and despair. I learned to smoke, drink strong liquor, and even frequented karaoke bars. I had fallen into depravity! The following summer, Xia Miao returned to China after graduating with her master's degree, having landed a high-paying job on Wall Street. Xia Miao was heartbroken to see me like this and earnestly urged me to pull myself together and act like a man. That afternoon, Xia Miao and Ah Huang worked together to persuade me to study in the United States and change myself. Xia Miao prepared all the necessary materials and information for studying abroad and was even willing to act as a guarantor. After smoking a whole pack of cigarettes, Ah Huang said, "Go for it, do your best, I'll keep an eye on your parents!" Tears welled up in my eyes, for family and friendship.
Preparing to study abroad wasn't as complicated as I had imagined. My TOEFL and GRE training went exceptionally well, and my scores were quite high. I couldn't believe my academic potential was still there. In the TOEFL training class, I met a beautiful girl named Ying. Ying looked exactly like Xiao Ke, except her long, permed hair gave her a very fashionable, urban look. I fell in love with Ying at first sight, rediscovering that long-lost feeling of my heart beating. My pursuit of Ying went smoothly; it was a simple romance without any sex. Ying was an accountant from a single-parent family; her parents were divorced, and she lived with her mother. Ying's mother was a high school teacher, and she was very strict. Ying didn't have a specific plan to study abroad; her main purpose in studying TOEFL was to enrich herself in her spare time. My relationship with Ying was approved by both sets of parents, and with the smooth progress of my study abroad application and my parents' quick recovery, I felt like spring had returned! Those days were fulfilling and happy; I gradually forgot about Tong.
That summer, I also received my visa to study abroad, which was rare without a scholarship. I proposed to Ying that we get married, and then she would apply for a visa to accompany me. Unexpectedly, Ying's mother refused! Her reason was that without a full scholarship, it was difficult to obtain a visa for accompanying someone abroad. If the visa wasn't approved, Ying, being a married woman, would suffer if I changed my mind while I was away. She wanted me to get a scholarship within a year, return to get married, and then take Ying abroad! Ying cried many times, but she still had to listen to her mother. My parents couldn't help either, saying that other people's daughters should think about themselves. With mixed feelings, I left my parents and family alone and came to the United States. The day before I left, Ah Huang said that Tong was back! Tong had completed her master's degree and was preparing to pursue a doctorate. Ah Huang said that Tong knew I was also preparing to go abroad and congratulated me. Ah Huang said that Tong also knew about Ying and me and said that whether or not we should meet was up to me, and he could arrange it if I wanted. My mind went blank for a moment. I wanted to meet her, but in that instant, Ying's beautiful yet sad face appeared before my eyes, and I immediately abandoned the idea.
Studying in the United States was still tough, especially the first six months. Ying wrote to say that her mother kept reminding her that if I didn't get a full scholarship, we couldn't get together, and she had started looking for dating partners, saying that girls couldn't wait, and so on. My mood plummeted again. That summer, I had a few months-long relationship with a beautiful and sexy junior, Hua. Hua was my second lover.
Zhongyu, in my second year of studying abroad, received a full scholarship, returned to China that summer to get married, and brought Ying to the United States. Then we graduated and looked for jobs; Ying also pursued a master's degree and found a satisfactory job. Over the years, we obtained our green cards, bought a house, and got a car. But our marriage hit a rough patch! There were many reasons, some mine, some hers, and some her mother's. Several times we separated, almost reaching the brink of divorce.
Nearly ten years after separating from Tong, I heard from her again. That summer, I was separated from Ying, and I was seriously considering divorce. Yan Hua was in the US for a business trip and contacted me, suggesting we meet up, old classmates. I arranged to meet her for afternoon tea at a high-end restaurant in Manhattan. Yan Hua was now a senior executive at a state-owned enterprise, responsible for North American business. We were naturally very happy to meet, and naturally, the conversation turned to Tong. There were some things I'd never heard before… Tong's mother actually knew about Tong and me long ago. Could a girl and a boy traveling alone together be just ordinary classmates? Tong's mother was a reasonable person and didn't look down on my family background, but she wanted Tong to find a responsible boy who could be worthy of the country and society, and also be a good match for her future family. Clearly, I wasn't mature enough at the time and didn't meet those requirements. Tong said she had hinted many times that I should strive to be more independent and not settle for the status quo, but I resisted. Tong couldn't bear to hurt my pride, so she could only suffer in silence. Tong's studies in Beijing were partly arranged by her mother, to let Tong experience the perspectives of people on a different level, and also to separate us so Tong could think things through calmly. Tong said she was someone who longed for passion in her life, and hoped her partner could bring her that passion, which I clearly couldn't provide at the time. Tong regretted not being there for me when I needed her most, believing that my breaking up with her was part of the reason, and she had no choice but to accept it. One of her main purposes in returning to China after completing her master's degree was to explain things to me in person, but upon hearing that I already had a girlfriend and that we were discussing marriage, she didn't contact me proactively. Afterwards, she regretted it deeply, even telling Yan Hua privately that she would be willing to be my lover again! Tong was in great pain for a while after hearing that I was still married to Ying. Although she had no shortage of suitors, she remained single until three years ago. That year, she met a young painter living in England, and their hearts finally ignited, leading to their marriage last year.
Yan Hua took out a photo of herself and Tong from that year. Tong was slightly plumper in the photo, still with her slightly permed short hair, light makeup, and looked elegant and happy. To me, Tong's smile in the photo was so familiar, so warm, so unforgettable. At that moment, Tong's face blurred; I knew those were my tears. I walked out of the restaurant and onto the street. The Manhattan sun shone brightly, the rays piercing through the skyscrapers like the setting sun before a summer thunderstorm in a valley ten years ago—intense, dazzling, but fleeting. Only that youthful memory remains deep in my heart; there lies Tong, my first love.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/190813.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=190813&aspx=1

Previous Page : Really dating a good girl

Next Page : I got taken advantage of by my senior on my birthday. [The End]

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

My Lover, Xiaotong [The End]

comment Open a new window to view comments