[The Long-Awaited University Dormitory] [Author: Anonymous] [The End]

I had a girlfriend in college, a junior of mine, which is quite normal. But after graduation, finding a job often became a matter of personal choice. After graduation, you have to rely entirely on yourself; finding a job is entirely up to fate. So, I wasn't really sure where I'd end up, and survival was my priority – I'd go wherever I could find work. That's how I ended up finding a job in another city, which meant I had to break up with my girlfriend.

Life after the breakup was tough. Graduating from college wasn't all that great; I still worked long hours and lived in the same cramped apartment. But she was two years younger than me; she was still in school when I started working. These weren't the real problems. The real issue was the fragility of our relationship after being apart. From initially comforting each other on the phone to later suspicion and blame, to finally, endless arguments… In desperation, I quit my job, left that foreign city, and returned to the city where I went to college.

I remember some of the arguments back then stemmed from mutual suspicion. I remember frequently asking her where she was on the phone, and she'd say she was in her dorm. But I could clearly hear the sound of cars speeding by on the road. Our school was newly built, located in an urban village; it was impossible to hear such noise. Everyone probably understands what that means. But back then, I was naive, and I felt that relationships built in university, after a few years, would become more difficult to let go of. So, without thinking, I went straight back.

After a day and a night by train, I finally arrived. She picked me up at the station. Seeing her was incredibly exciting; we hugged, then I was speechless, not knowing what to say. Then we took a taxi back to school. In the car, I held her hand tightly, but I sensed she wasn't very excited, and seemed somewhat uneasy. But at the time, I didn't think anything of it. I still held her hand tightly, unwilling to let go. Back at school, she had moved to a different floor; knowing I was coming back, her roommate had moved to someone else's place temporarily. The moment I stepped inside, I embraced her and kissed her directly, without a word. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she opened it too. My tongue explored her mouth, licking her lips and teeth, searching for her tongue. Eventually, her tongue touched mine, and slowly our tongues intertwined, like snakes waiting to mate. Our saliva exchanged, licking each other. Slowly, she began to pant. I took the opportunity to lift her clothes, revealing her firm breasts. Her breasts were a 34C (because I had brought her a set of lingerie as a gift when I came back, and asked her size). These were my favorite breasts, not too big, not too small, not too big to cover with one hand, and they felt wonderful to the touch. I rubbed them with my hands and continued kissing her. Her nipples were also something I particularly liked—large and sensitive. I pushed up her bra, and her breasts sprang out, so big and firm, with erect nipples that seemed to defy me. I started sucking, wanting to devour her entire breast. I kept sucking, occasionally biting gently with my teeth. I knew she couldn't handle this, and sure enough, she started panting and moaning. We struggled on the floor for a while without exchanging a single word. I figured talking now was pointless; we'd have plenty of time to chat after we were done. So I gently laid her down on the bed, took off her clothes, and she looked at me excitedly. Perhaps women under such teasing can't think of anything else; her eyes were full of expectation and desire. I quickly pulled down her pants and underwear, revealing her entire body. In less than a year, her body hadn't changed much, except for a little bit of fat on her stomach, but it was fine. Her pubic hair was still sparse, but it seemed much darker, perhaps due to the lighting. I admired her, then climbed on top of her. My mouth searched her vulva, like looking for an oasis in the desert, licking everywhere, making her moan incessantly. I teased her clitoris with my tongue; it was hard and erect, glistening with moisture. I loved that feeling. She was completely aroused. I continued licking downwards, reaching her vagina, where some nectar was already flowing out. I love giving women oral sex; it excites me immensely. So I licked up and down, sometimes inserting my tongue into her vagina to suck the nectar, sometimes quickly licking her clitoris. She was thrilled, moaning incessantly. As I licked, she pulled me up, panting, and said, "Come in quickly." I knew the time had come, and I'd been excited for ages. I quickly stripped naked, placed my long-awaited, rock-hard penis at the entrance of her vagina, rubbed it a couple of times with her precum, and then thrust it all the way in. She let out a deep "Oh~~~" from the depths of her throat. I felt that warmth, that pleasure, that long-awaited ecstasy, and I didn't even think about the nuances of depth or length. The moment I thrust in, it was like a 100-meter sprint. I thrust in and out rapidly, and with each thrust, she went from moaning to howling, "Ahhhhhh~~~ Mmmmmm~~~ Awooooo~~~~" I figured the whole hallway could hear it clearly. Normally, I would have immediately covered her mouth to stop her howling, but at this moment, I was just too excited, and I didn't know anyone here, so I didn't care about anything else. I panted heavily and fucked her hard. Each thrust was all the way in and out, I could feel my glans touching the very core of her vagina, where a wall-like spot gently brushed against the tip of my penis. I was incredibly excited, and I quickened the pace of my thrusts. In my frenzied pounding, she quickly reached her first orgasm. She was excited and screamed, but I scolded her for startling me with her cries and quickly stopped. I could feel her vagina tightening around my penis, it was so stimulating. After a short while, she slowly calmed down, and I began to move slowly again. With each movement, her vaginal fluids soaked her vagina and buttocks. I quickly grabbed a pillowcase and dabbed it under her buttocks; there was so much fluid, but the advantage was that it made penetration smoother and easier, the pleasure indescribable. So I sped up my thrusts again, penetrating all the way in each time. During the intense pumping, accompanied by her screams, I felt a tingling sensation in my anus, a current coursing through my body, a heat in my genitals, and my penis throbbing. Pleasure surged through me like an electric current. I quickly pulled out and ejaculated onto her breasts. She kept her eyes closed, panting heavily, her breasts rising and falling, enjoying the climax and stimulation of sex.

That night we only did it once. I had originally planned to do it three or four times. But when we actually started, I realized I was really exhausted, perhaps because of the long train journey. Anyway, I found some tissues to wipe the semen off her breasts, then rubbed her nipples, and we chatted until I fell asleep.

Later, I began my job search in the city where the university was located. But things didn't go as planned; I searched high and low but still couldn't find a job. This made me very frustrated. Was finding a job really that difficult? Just when I was at my wit's end, a job opportunity presented itself, requiring me to move to another city. After discussing it, I once again boarded a train to that city. This departure became the grave of our relationship. We couldn't escape the curse of long-distance relationships; we suspected and blamed each other. During this time, I received phone calls and several text messages from an unknown man, roughly saying that he had slept with her, describing how they made love, the color of her underwear, her physical characteristics, etc. In short, even with some discrepancies in the truth, it constantly challenged my nerves, and ultimately we broke up. This was my first girlfriend, and our relationship ended just like that. Although I was extremely reluctant, especially regarding our sex life, I ultimately chose to separate. To this day, I can't forget her breasts, her excitement and screams in bed—it was truly amazing.

[The End]

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