I reunited with my good classmates at the reunion.

This year, I went back to my hometown for
Chinese New Year. As is customary, as the high school class monitor, I was responsible for organizing a reunion. So, I contacted a few hot-tempered classmates and searched everywhere. After several days of effort, I finally found about half of the classmates and arranged to have a drinking party on the third day of the Lunar New Year.

On the afternoon of the third day, I arrived at the booked hotel early. As the organizer, I was always busy. I bought all the drinks and cigarettes and brought them with
me. Although it was cold, I still worked up a sweat. After everything was settled, I sat at the door of the private room playing on my phone when suddenly a weak female voice
rang out: "Is that Z (my code name; if my wife finds out, it'll be terrible, so I'd better keep it low-key)?" I looked up, and wow, it was
that girl I had the most ambiguous relationship with in high school (same as above, code name J). She was still as gentle and delicate as ever, and my heart skipped a beat.

J was a transfer student who came to our class in the second year of high school and was assigned to the last row. The teacher told us to get to know each other on her first day and told me
that as the class monitor, I should take good care of the new classmate. J was short, with a soft voice, a gentle and timid demeanor, fair skin, and shoulder-length hair that made her look very delicate.
I had a very good first impression of her. So from that day on, I would always go to her seat during breaks to tutor her (I was the top student in my grade at the time, and
she was a transfer student who was a little behind). Gradually, we became familiar with each other. At that time, my home was about a 30-minute bike ride from school, and because
my parents were often away from home for their business, I lived at school. But when I learned that J lived near my home, I started riding my bike home every day to cook dinner for myself
—nothing more than protecting her. In less than a month, we became close, going to and from school together every day, and playing together during breaks.
I thought this was puppy love, but less than two months later, she transferred away again and disappeared without a trace, leaving only an
apology letter explaining that she had to leave due to family circumstances.

I never expected that after so many years, I would actually run into her in my hometown. I was a little excited. I stammered, "I didn't expect you
to still be here How did you find us? I couldn't find you." J smiled shyly, "I ran into a female classmate from back in school the other day while shopping. She mentioned a class reunion
, so I thought I'd come." I laughed, "What a coincidence! I haven't seen you in all these years. I thought you'd forgotten me!" J lowered her head and
remained silent. We then chatted about the old days and life until everyone arrived.

The reunion went smoothly; we ate and drank. Everyone knew about what happened back then, so they insisted we sit together and drank quite a bit. Later,
I suggested we book a bar and go have some fun, and everyone actually went. In the bar, we chatted and laughed, reminiscing about the past and the future. But I
kept insisting J sit next to me. Because I was happy, I didn't refuse any drinks offered, until I drank more and more. J didn't want me to drink so much, so she
took my glass, saying she needed some fresh air. Then everyone egged me on, saying I should take the beauty with me. In a moment of impulsiveness, I grabbed J's hand and ran out of
the bar, kissing her at the door. I thought J would push me away, but to my surprise, she responded passionately. After about five
minutes , J said, "I came because I missed you. Don't drink anymore, I don't want to see you embarrassed." I was quite pleased with myself and hugged J, saying, "I
'm never drunk, I'm not afraid." Then we kissed again, and this time she pushed me away, saying she smelled strongly of alcohol. I knew things were definitely going to get interesting, so without
saying much, I pulled J back to the bar to continue our activities. I didn't let go of J's hand until we parted at midnight, and she didn't seem to want to pull away either.

At the bar entrance, I first arranged the routes and methods for everyone to get home, then said I wanted to walk alone with J, refusing my best friend's ride.
Holding J's hand, I walked for about ten minutes, unsure of what to say. I felt like I had gone too far, since we're both married,
but I didn't want to give up this opportunity. A gust of wind blew by, and I shivered, feeling a bit cold, so I said, "Let me find a place to sit."
J nodded, "You arrange it." So I hailed a taxi and went to the hotel where I often ate with my classmates when I came back, and booked a room.
J didn't say a word or struggle the whole time, just silently letting me pull her to the room. Once we were in the room, I couldn't hold back anymore. I dragged J
onto the bed and kissed her, saying, "How could you be so heartless back then, leaving without a word, only a text message? You know
, I asked around all around your house but couldn't find it, so I had to give up. Today, I want you to make it up to me!" J responded passionately, until I
put my hand inside her clothes. She pressed my hand down and said, "Wash yourself, you smell bad." I looked down and sniffed myself. I knew I was
sweating and had drunk a lot of alcohol, so I must smell bad. I pressed J down and said, "Let's shower together, in case you run away again." J nodded and started unbuttoning my clothes.
She remained calm throughout the process until we stood in the shower.

The hot water made me a little dizzy. I bit my tongue, trying to clear my head, and only then did I really take a good look at J's figure. She had a beautiful
face and shoulder-length hair. Although she was very thin, her body was surprisingly shapely, without an ounce of excess fat. J's nipples were especially beautiful,
pink like a young girl's, with almost no areolas. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, savoring it with my tongue. J hugged my head: "I've never forgotten
you all these years, I always felt like I owed you something. The day before yesterday, when I heard news of you, I couldn't sleep at all, I just wanted to come see you and hug you. Now I finally
have , now I'm yours, don't abandon me." I nodded and began kissing my way down from her breasts under the hot water shower, until I reached a patch
of light, fine hair below her abdomen. I parted J's legs and saw that she had taken good care of herself over the years; even her private parts were pink and tender. A little curious,
I touched them and said, "You've taken such good care of yourself here too." J shuddered, rolled her eyes at me, and said, "I have some unresolved issues,
I have no interest in sex, plus I'm often separated from my husband, so that's how it is." I leaned in to smell it and said, "What a pity. If you hadn't left back then, you
'd be my wife now, and I'd make sure you had a good time every day." J said she didn't want to either, and then told me not to move so she could wash me. J
washed me very carefully, making sure every inch of me was clean. When she got to my penis, she gently put
two sashes . Then we dried off and went to bed, turned on the TV, and started making out. She told me not to move, and kissed me from my neck to my feet,
then back to the middle, and started putting sashes on my penis again. I held her hand and said, "Girl, you don't just know this one trick, do you? Want me to teach
you?" She nodded and said she only did this a few times a year and wasn't very familiar with it. I laughed; training was my favorite thing.

Under my guidance, J took my penis in her mouth and sucked on it carefully, while I also played around with her private parts. Until I couldn't resist anymore, I laid her down
, spread her legs, and thrust in with a very standard position. It felt shallow, tight, and very hot, so I gritted my teeth and thrust
deep inside . The feeling was so intense, even my anus felt amazing. J pinched me, tears welling in her eyes, saying it hurt. Seeing her clear, bright eyes, like a fawn's, I felt a surge of...
With tenderness, I maintained the deep penetration position for a long time before, with J's permission, I began to thrust. Each thrust, deep and shallow, felt like my penis was being
gripped tightly by something hot, burning me with pleasure. J also said I was very hot down there, and each movement sent a jolt of electricity through her, which felt wonderful. After thrusting like this
for a while, I got tired and had J lie on the edge of the bed while I stood and entered her from behind. That one thrust felt even tighter, and J said
she couldn't take it anymore , constantly calling for her mother. After more than ten minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer, and a burst of heat slowly shot into her. Then I held
J and lay on the bed, not wanting to move anymore. I kissed her earlobe and said, "It's the middle of the night, don't go back. Let's be husband and wife for one night."
J cried, saying she had said before she came that she wouldn't go back; tonight she was my wife.

Because we were both so excited, we continued our intimate and sweet lovemaking until after 4 a.m., before finally falling asleep in each other's arms. During that time, we made love twice more.
We didn't wake up until after 10 a.m. Seeing us entwined like octopuses, I felt a surge of desire again. Knowing
we didn't know how long it would be before we saw each other again, she was extra enthusiastic, continuing until we were completely exhausted and
checked out before noon. At the hotel entrance, she hugged me, burying her head in my chest, and said, "After this, I'll never forget you, but
I know you have a wife who loves you very much and a lovely daughter, so I can't expect anything. But you have my phone number.
Whenever you're on a business trip to my city, please let me be your wife that night, okay?"

I was moved, but knew this night had to end quickly, otherwise it wouldn't be good for either of us. So I hugged her tightly, "Okay, as long as
I'm within 100 kilometers of you, I'll definitely come see you and love you well, my wife..."

With that, I put J in a taxi, then smoked a cigarette and went home. Even now, looking back, it feels like it
just happened. But life goes on, and all I can do is clasp my hands in prayer, wish her well, and look forward to the next chance to meet her again… [The End]

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