The Enemy's Union (25)

(25) Sexual Awakening My relationship with that girl named Xiao Ai was perhaps destined.

After school started, I returned to my normal life and didn't pay much attention to Xiao Ai.

One weekend, I was returning from playing video games at a classmate's house. Since it was past 1 a.m., I was in a hurry to get home and rode my bicycle very fast. When I turned a corner in the alley, the bicycle tilted slightly and I passed by.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I turned the corner, someone suddenly appeared in front of me. I hurriedly tried to dodge, but it was too late. I had no choice but to simply lay the bicycle down and let it slide outwards. I fell to the ground and rolled around in a mess. In the end, I still bumped into that person, and that person also fell down on their butt. We fell into a pile.

The person kept exclaiming. Judging from the voice, it was a young woman. I steadied myself and struggled to sit up. The person was still lying limply on the ground.

I thought to myself, "Oh no!" and quickly leaned over to her side, brushing the hair away from her face to get a clear look at her expression. It didn't seem like she was in much pain; instead, she seemed somewhat dazed. I also smelled a strong scent of alcohol on her. I cradled her in my arms and frowned as I looked at her attire.
Ah! She looks like Xiao Ai! Looking closer, this beautiful woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties, had a round face, a cute, pointed chin, and a light touch of eyeshadow on her closed eyelids. Her long, curled false eyelashes fluttered constantly, her eyebrows were drawn in thick, willow-leaf shapes, she had a high, straight nose, and thin, moist lips painted with orange-red lipstick, the edges of which were drawn with a captivating beauty. Her lips parted into a small, alluring "O."
Her thick, glossy black hair cascaded down her back, curled at the ends.

Metal earrings glittered near her temples.

She was slender, and even lying on the ground, her tall figure was still visible. However, she wasn't frail; her delicate frame framed a perfectly proportioned, voluptuous young body, evident even in her tight-fitting clothes.

Her outfit was breathtaking: a low-cut, short, spaghetti-strap purplish-red silk blouse that revealed a patch of snow-white breasts, showcasing delicate, pink mounds of flesh, with a deep cleavage between the two hemispheres. A platinum necklace matching her earrings adorned her chest.

The silk blouse, as thin as a cicada's wing, though not transparent, clung lazily to her breasts, even highlighting her nipples. Over it, she wore a black jacket that couldn't be buttoned up at all.

She wore an absurdly tight beige long, narrow skirt that clung to her slender waist, firm belly, and rounded buttocks, shaping them alluringly. The skirt also featured a daring slit on her left thigh, revealing a bare left thigh encased in pink and white fishnet stockings. Below, she wore a pair of white high-heeled sandals, probably four inches high. All of this exuded feminine allure! I had no interest in admiring her; I was more concerned about what was wrong with her. I gently patted the woman's cheek. At first, she didn't react, but after a while,

she made two "hmm" sounds, her eyelids drooping open. She frowned, curled her left leg, pressed her palm against her ankle, and complained painfully, "It hurts!"

I tried to touch her ankle, but she didn't cry out in pain, so it was probably just a bump or sprain, no fracture or abrasion. I helped her straighten up a bit and asked, "Excuse me, miss, does it hurt a lot? Shall I take you to the hospital?"
The woman just frowned and didn't speak. I felt awkward and asked again, "Miss, do you live nearby? Shall I take you home first?"

The woman looked at me, seemed stunned

, and said "Oh!" before nodding.

I picked up the small handbag at her feet and handed it back to her, supporting her under her armpits so she could straighten her legs. She swayed and couldn't stand steadily. I believed she was more drunk than in a car accident.

I first had her stand by the alleyway, then ran to push up the bicycle that had overturned on the ground. The handlebars were broken, so I shoved it into the corner of the alley and left it there. Then I went back to help the woman up and asked her where she lived. The woman weakly gestured forward, and I looked in that direction suspiciously, not understanding which house she was referring to. I could only support her and walk in the direction she pointed.

The woman's steps were sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and she was almost leaning on me. Although I was holding her soft and fragrant body, I was probably more injured than she was. I felt pain all over my body and didn't have time to check my injuries. I continued to walk unsteadily, still supporting her.

We walked and asked questions until we came to a building. The woman pointed to it, and I looked. It was indeed Xiao Ai's place.

After getting off the elevator and reaching the door, the woman took out a bunch of keys from her bag, selected one, and tried to put it into the lock.

Seeing that she couldn't open the door for a while, I reached out and turned the key for her, and the door

popped open with a "snap!"

I helped her inside, and suddenly the woman

vomited violently, "Ugh!" She vomited several mouthfuls of filth. Luckily, she turned her head away, so she didn't vomit on me, but she still soaked her clothes, making them smell terrible and unpleasant.

I hurriedly turned back and closed the door, only then realizing that the room was darker than the outside sky; there wasn't a single light.
The woman suddenly shoved me aside and staggered to open a half-closed door. It was a bathroom, and I immediately heard her vomiting again inside.

I found a light switch, turned on the light, and finally saw the furnishings of the suite: besides the bedroom, there was a small kitchen and a bathroom.

I leaned against the bathroom doorway and saw that the woman had finished vomiting and was sitting on the floor, panting. The toilet was a mess.

I ran the water to flush away her vomit. Seeing her slumped on the floor, I was torn, unsure whether to leave or help her settle down a bit more.

After a moment's thought, I went over and filled the bathtub with hot water. The woman was even more unconscious than before, so I took matters into my own hands and removed her soiled clothes—first her jacket, then her silk blouse. Good heavens, she wasn't wearing a bra! A pair of white, jade-like breasts immediately swayed in front of her chest, each areola the size of a coin, topped with a small, pale pink nipple.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of morning erection, but I forced myself to remain calm and continued to untie her long, narrow skirt.

It took a lot of effort to find the hidden zipper at the waistband. I pulled down the zipper, lifted the skirt, and saw her black high-waisted panties beneath her stockings.

I took off her high-heeled sandals, then tried to pull off her pantyhose. Unfortunately, I'm clumsy, and by the time I finished, the pantyhose were already ripped and frayed, probably unwearable.

My heart started pounding. The woman was almost completely naked; her meticulously groomed features and youthful, alluring figure made my penis throb with barely suppressed urges.

I swallowed hard and pulled off her panties as well. Her pubic hair was a thick, bushy clump, but her private area was hidden by her legs.

I stood up, took a few breaths, and checked the water temperature. I turned off the tap, then bent down, picked up the woman, and placed her in the bathtub. The woman seemed to find the hot water comfortable,

letting out a soft "Mmm..." and a smile appearing on her lips. I picked up her clothes, stuffed them into a basin beside me, and scooped up some water to soak them.

I grabbed a towel, wrung it out a few times in the hot water of the bathtub, and used it to wipe my face. I immediately felt refreshed. I checked my elbows and legs and found that I had many scrapes and abrasions. Even the jeans on my right knee were torn. Because of all the commotion, most of the wounds had clotted.

I wrung out the towel again, this time to wipe the woman's face. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, I gently wiped away her makeup, revealing her true appearance, and removed her earrings.

Even completely bare-faced, Xiao Ai was still very beautiful. The angle of her straight nose, the clear color of her red lips, her willow-leaf eyebrows, and her skin, though not very fair, radiated a healthy glow. Comparing the two, I actually preferred her face without makeup.

Xiao Ai lay on her back in the water, enjoying the warmth, her eyes still half-open.

I wondered then, if I hadn't bumped into her, would she have passed out drunk in the alley? Judging from her clothes, I could guess what kind of place she worked. Looking at her watch, it was probably time for her to come home from work. I wondered what kind of customer she had met tonight, and how she could be so drunk. I let her soak in the hot water a little longer, went back to the room, found a large bath towel, brought it into the bathroom, and then helped her up. Her skin was already an alluring pink from the hot water.

I wrapped her in a large bath towel, lifted her horizontally in my arms, and placed her on the bed in the outer room.

I rummaged through her drawers and found the compartment where she kept her underwear. I was immediately dumbfounded. I had never seen so many kinds of women's underwear, so colorful and dazzling. I could only randomly pick out a maroon set to help her put it on.

I first placed the bra cups on her breasts, then held one end of the back clasp in each hand, reaching behind her back to try and fasten it.

But firstly, my hands were pressed down by her delicate body, and secondly, I couldn't see where it was, so I couldn't fasten it properly after a long time. Instead, it felt like I was holding her in my arms. Looking at her dazed expression, I couldn't help but be moved. I looked at her a few more times, and then, unable to resist the rush of heat to my head, I pressed my lips down and gently pressed them to hers.

Somehow, I managed to fasten her bra. As I straightened up, I realized the triangular cups hadn't properly concealed her breasts, so I had to straighten them again, pushing the protruding flesh back in. I remembered my mom telling my sister that wearing a bra correctly prevents breasts from deforming. With the bra on,

I lifted her panties, which, when shaken open, were only about half a palm's size. I carefully slipped them over her legs, careful not to hurt her sores, and slowly pulled them up. When I reached her buttocks, I couldn't pull any further, so I used one hand to lift her waist and the other to pull up her panties. Under the semi-transparent fabric, her pubic hair became faintly visible, even more alluring than if she weren't wearing anything at all.

I leaned down, inhaling the feminine scent emanating from her, which made me restless. My penis had been throbbing in my pants for a long time.

I forcefully suppressed my desire and covered her with the blanket.

Whether Xiao Ai was dreaming or in pain from her foot injury, she grabbed my left hand. I bent down to look at her, but she was still asleep. I let her hold on, slid off the edge of her bed, and sat on the floor.

After being busy for so long, I was tired too.

Although I didn't really want to sleep, I needed to rest. I closed my eyes and dozed off for about twenty minutes, and I felt refreshed.

I felt that staying like this wasn't a solution, so I thought about leaving a note and leaving. When I turned around, I saw Xiao Ai with her eyes open, silently looking at me.

Only then did I realize that her eyes were big, bright, and deep and clear, which stunned me.
"It's you!"

Xiao Ai asked softly.

I asked her, "Are you awake? Is anything bothering you?"

Actually, Xiao Ai hadn't completely lost consciousness. The alcohol had affected her balance and slowed her reactions. From when I bumped into her, to taking her home, bathing and changing her, and finally resting with her, she knew everything. She was just too lazy to wake up.

Every day, she's the one pleasing men; when has she ever been served by a man? She simply lets me do as I please. What's more surprising to her is that even though I've secretly taken advantage of her a couple of times, I haven't made any further moves, which makes her incredibly fond of me.

She still holds my hand, without saying a word. I stood up and realized my whole body ached, especially my arms and waist, which were

so sore I gritted my teeth. Seeing my tense expression, Xiao Ai found it hilarious and couldn't help but laugh. I sat on the edge of the bed and laughed along with her. She tried to sit up, and I helped her straighten her upper body. The blanket slipped down to her waist and abdomen. She looked down at her upper body, and I quickly explained, "You just threw up on your clothes..."

She shook her head, pulled her legs up, and her sprained left ankle throbbed with pain.

"You…", she said, "Could you get me some ice from the fridge and a towel, please?"
I quickly did so, and after moving around a bit, I felt less sore.

I put the ice and towel in a small basin and brought it to her, saying, "Do you remember my name is Ah Xiong?"
She took it, placed it on the bed, and looked up at me, saying, "You remember me, right? I'm Xiao Ai."

Xiao Ai wrapped the ice in the towel and then tied it around her ankle, securing her entire left foot. As she bent her leg to bandage it, I couldn't help but be drawn to the mons pubis covered by her panties at the back of her leg. I secretly shifted my position to get a better look.

She suddenly looked up, and I quickly looked away. As she worked, she looked me over and said, "You're badly injured!"

"It's okay!"

I said.

"Get the first-aid kit from that shelf over there,"

Xiao Ai said.

I took it as instructed. She opened the medicine box, picked up some cotton wool with tweezers, opened the small container of iodine, and squeezed a few drops onto the cotton wool.

"Come here!"

she said.

"Huh?"

I sat down next to her blankly.

Xiao Ai was only wearing underwear, her curves fully exposed. She had already looked very attractive lying in bed, but now she was vividly alive less than a foot away from me, her bright eyes fixed on me, making my heart pound wildly.

She grabbed my right elbow, drew the iodine-soaked cotton wool in an outward spiral on the wound, then applied it with clean gauze, and finally bandaged it.

After my right hand healed, she switched to my left hand. After my left hand healed, she said, "Take off your pants."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. Xiao Ai glared at me unhappily, then looked down at her exposed breasts. I didn't dare to delay and quickly took off my jeans. The wound on my knee and the torn seam had already clotted with blood. I accidentally tore the clot, and blood seeped out again.

Xiao Ai skillfully treated my wounds. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she knelt between my legs, busily wiping them. Looking down, I saw her breasts, supported by her bra. Although not large, they swayed gently. Her healthy skin and the lack of excess fat on her upper body aroused me. My penis, already half-erect, suddenly throbbed a few more times.

Xiao Ai was kneeling in front of me; how could I not see her? She glanced at me from below, and I smiled awkwardly. Xiao Ai threw away the cotton from the tweezers and bandaged my knee wound. She checked the other areas as well, then placed one hand on my thigh and asked, "All done? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

I swallowed, too embarrassed to say anything. With Xiao Ai leaning against me like that, her breasts were pressing against me a little, and my crotch started to stir again.

Xiao Ai rolled her eyes at me, then casually reached forward with her left hand, stopping unceremoniously at the bulge in my underwear. I was momentarily surprised; how could someone who lived in the sex industry not know there was a big thing in her underwear? But she didn't say anything, only calmly asking, "Are you a student?"

I just wanted her to touch it a little longer, so I nodded to acknowledge it.

After Xiao Ai finished asking, she quietly stroked my penis, tilting her head to watch my expression.

I didn't know how to react, so I just sat still and let her touch it. Xiao Ai thought I didn't understand love between men and women and found it interesting. After touching it for a while, she suddenly pulled down my pants, revealing my penis.
Xiao Ai was really shocked. My egg-like, purplish-red, swollen glans, mushroom-like ridges, long and thick shaft, veins covering the shaft, and full, plump testicles... were all suddenly in front of her.
"Ah Xiong, I didn't know! You're so small but you're so big. Your thing... is really big!"

Xiao Ai held it with both hands tremblingly, looking at it from all sides as if she had encountered a monster.

Xiao Ai's ten fingers were slender, her nails painted with silver-red nail polish. She carefully grasped my penis, her thumb sliding up the thin fleshy cord until it reached the glans. At that moment, a drop of clear pre-ejaculate seeped from the urethral opening of my penis.
Xiao Ai seemed quite fond of my grotesque and ugly penis. Every man she had encountered was frivolous and impatient, perhaps well-dressed, but she despised them for having only one purpose in mind.

I hadn't shown that kind of manipulative attitude so far. Although I had acted improperly earlier, I had kept it within bounds, showing her more care and concern. This was why Xiao Ai was willing to bandage my wound.

Besides, there was our previous relationship, and I had even saved her life…

I was flattered. Xiao Ai slowly and gently stroked my penis, her eyes fixed on me as if trying to see through my thoughts. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but waves of pleasure surged through my shaft, and I couldn't help but let out a breath.

Xiao Ai chuckled, bringing my penis close to her face and rubbing it against her cheek, making my penis even harder and more painful.

She moved the glans to her lips and pecked at it. I held my breath, hoping she would continue to pamper my little brother. Sure enough, she gently opened her lips. Her mouth shape was already very alluring. Then she slowly kissed the tip of my penis, and then slowly took it into her mouth. I felt the tender flesh of my glans first rubbing against her cute front teeth, and then being surrounded by a hot, tingling sensation, and a slippery, soft flesh licking at the urethral opening, sucking it incessantly. The tip of my penis also brushed against the wall of her palate, touching the depths of her throat...

My penis was so thick that Xiao Ai couldn't take much of it. After filling her small mouth as much as possible, she gradually spat it out, which was another kind of sensation.

Her lips were tightly wrapped around my penis, gripping my most sensitive nerves with a deadly pressure, yet still holding my clitoris between her lips. Then she immediately swallowed it back, plunging me into another wave of ecstatic pleasure before I could even relax my numb scalp.

I watched as Xiao Ai sweetly sucked on my penis, my hand on her shoulder involuntarily tracing her smooth neck, my fingers pinching her ear, my palm resting on her cheek, gently caressing it for a while before running my fingers through her hair, playing with it haphazardly.

Xiao Ai was getting more and more comfortable, and she used both hands to help, her right hand moving up and down, her left hand gently stroking my scrotum. I couldn't resist any longer, bending down to kiss her forehead. She released the head of my penis, leaving only her tongue lingering on the urethral opening, tilting her head back to accept my kiss.

I placed my hands on her back, letting them roam freely, even scratching her spine, finally stopping at the back strap of her bra, which I casually untied, and the bra came undone.

I helped Xiao Ai sit on the bed, but she kissed me from my navel up to my breasts, one hand still on my penis.
I leaned back, pulling Xiao Ai down onto the bed with me, and she kissed my lips.

Xiao Ai was a professional at servicing me, but my kissing was incredibly clumsy; my lips were stiff, my tongue awkward. Xiao Ai had to coax me gently, her tongue prying open my teeth and probing deep into my mouth to provoke a response. Soon I became more agile, and we became entangled.

I used my strength to push her down, straddling her, but immediately rolled off, apparently aggravating my knee injury. Xiao Ai took the opportunity to fall into my arms, kneeling beside me, her face rubbing against my chest. I reached forward and grasped one of her breasts, my thumb and forefinger pinching her small, soft nipple. But with a little pressure, the nipple swelled and became even easier to pinch. I did the same with my other hand, and Xiao Ai couldn't resist.
Xiao Ai, not wanting to spoil my fun, turned around, straddled my chest, and laid her lower body in front of my face. My hands could still play with her breasts, and she turned back to lick my penis.

I saw a small wet patch on the bottom of her panties. I withdrew my right hand and pressed it against the wet patch, which slowly spread. Xiao Ai

let out a soft "humph." I grabbed her waistband and pulled it off. Xiao Ai gently lifted her left leg, and I ripped off the towel and the panties, throwing them all onto the floor.

Since my knees were injured, my mobility was greatly reduced. I cupped her perfectly curved buttocks and pressed her vulva to my mouth. Xiao Ai's vulva had a seductive, erotic scent.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the little bit of secretion from her vulva.

At first, Xiao Ai didn't react much. No matter how much I talked to her, she remained quiet. Fortunately, I didn't give up and persisted. In addition to continuing to kiss and lick her clitoris, I used both hands. I gently probed her vagina with my right middle finger, while my left index finger, moistened with her vaginal fluid, smeared it on her anus and played around there.
Sure enough, Xiao Ai's body began to writhe.

When she was with the customer, she was the one who satisfied others. Today, I tried my best to please her, to give her a feeling she had never experienced before. Every time my fingers rubbed against the folds of flesh inside her vagina, she couldn't help but tremble, and some fluid would overflow, accompanied by a short sigh. Encouraged by her body, I knew I had to work harder. My tongue and two fingers moved quickly, and Xiao Ai's heat was continuous. I almost couldn't keep up with it, and some of it dripped down the corners of my mouth, a stark contrast to the faint flow of fluid from before.

Xiao Ai's tremors suddenly intensified, her vaginal muscles tightened, and she tried to lift her buttocks to escape. My left hand quickly held her tightly, my tongue and right hand never stopping, determined to force her into a corner. Xiao Ai screamed desperately, pitifully pleading, but I pretended not to hear. Finally, she let out a long "Ah...ah...", her juices spraying all over my face, making my nose sting and my nose run, but I still dutifully accompanied her to enjoy the afterglow before stopping, holding her buttocks to rest.

After catching her breath, Xiao Ai turned around and gratefully kissed my face, actually swallowing her own vaginal fluids. Then she nestled against my chest and said, "Thank you..."

I didn't know what she was thanking me for, but I didn't dare to answer.

My penis was still pressed against her thigh, standing at attention, ready to be used. Xiao Ai understood my need. She slowly propped herself up, looking at me seductively with her eyes, her right hand grasping my penis, her buttocks lifting up, aligning the glans with her vagina, and then gently pressing down.

She was quite skilled at this, but she didn't expect my extraordinary size. She couldn't quite handle it when I suddenly shoved it in, and I quickly supported her waist so she could continue.

Xiao Ai felt wonderful right from the start, and with a few thrusts, she swallowed my 15-centimeter penis. She braced herself on my thighs with her hands, her hips moving up and down, from slow, rhythmic teasing to a faster pace, finally becoming wild and chaotic. We were pressed together, and Xiao Ai couldn't hold on any longer; her hair flew wildly. I pulled her onto me and began thrusting upwards.

Xiao Ai hadn't expected my stamina. She had just orgasmed and was immediately pushed to the peak again, climbing higher and higher.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." Xiao Ai's moans were simple.

Sure enough, I felt a warmth in my lower body; it must be hot, wet fluids flowing onto the bed again.

I asked her to slightly raise her upper body, and I shortened my neck to take her nipple into my mouth. This stimulated Xiao Ai, and she vigorously clenched and swayed her round buttocks, allowing my large penis to be stroked repeatedly from head to toe. It was indeed enjoyable, and my penis became even harder, with the pleasure continuing to accumulate.

Xiao Ai exhausted her strength again, and she stopped softly. I immediately took over, thrusting my hard rod upwards. The two of us wrestled flesh to flesh, almost collapsing from exhaustion.

"Ah... little brother... ah... Ah Xiong... ah... so big... I'm going to die... ah... I'm so embarrassed... ah..."

Xiao Ai experienced one orgasm after another, and I was incredibly sensitive to the contractions of her vaginal muscles. Finally, I trembled and ejaculated hot semen. We held each other tightly for a long, long time...

"Thank you..."

Xiao Ai said for the second time, nestled against my chest.

I pulled the blanket over us both, and Xiao Ai, with a satisfied smile, fell into a deep sleep.

I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. On one hand, it was my first time sleeping with a girl, and even making love to her in her bed—my "first time"

! On the other hand, this girl was sleeping naked next to me, which felt a little strange, because, frankly, I didn't really know her.

Sleeping with a girl I barely knew still felt a bit absurd.

I turned over, facing Xiao Ai, and saw her beautiful, supine face, her breasts rising and falling, half-covered by the blanket… My penis got hard again! Perhaps out of nervousness and panic, I quickly got out of bed, checked the time—wow! It was 3 a.m.! Oh no! My mom was going to nag me when I got home.

I quickly got dressed, and before leaving, I stood by the bed and looked at her one last time, feeling a strange longing in my heart. I left her a note, saying I'd come see her again on Saturday night.
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