[Sister Lin in my youthful days] [3, 4] [To be continued]

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(3)

Actually, I knew what kind of person Sister Lin was a long time ago. First of all, Dajun told me her story. She was a woman who was out in the world. I also heard her talk about it when she came over last time. This is not a shameful thing in our group. On the contrary, it is a plus for her. But when I saw her going to the dance hall with someone and playing around with someone in the cultural palace, I was still very unhappy. Maybe it was because my admiration turned into a physical relationship. This made me have a misconception. I mistakenly thought that she should be my lover or girlfriend. She is still herself. A single woman who runs a clothing business, a woman who often appears in various entertainment venues, and a woman who also has many bad habits and vices.

After passing through the garden path, I took a shortcut to Sister Lin's residence. Sister Lin's residence is a standard one-bedroom apartment. There is a beautiful coffee table and a large sofa in the living room. A Sony TV, a VCR, and a VCR are all available. Sister Lin first went into the bedroom to change her clothes. She wore a plaid shirt and KBPBB sweatpants. After taking out several boxes of pre-chopped vegetables from the refrigerator, she went into the kitchen and quickly cooked four side dishes using two woks. I was impressed; she really impressed me. Sister Lin took out two bottles of beer and said, "Okay, this is our dinner." We ate together, and Sister Lin asked about Dajun's recent situation. Actually, I haven't visited Dajun much lately, so I just briefly told her what had happened. She said she was quite busy, and I thought to myself, "Yeah, you are indeed quite busy; I've seen that." After dinner, we cuddled together watching a videotape. Actually, I didn't care about the content of the video at all; I knew what was going to happen next. She placed one leg on mine, eating an apple and swinging it back and forth—a common tactic of hers. This naturally aroused a man's instincts. Suddenly, she touched my groin and said, "How could you be so naughty!" I replied, "Who is it?" We started kissing, I held her close, and kissed. Her tongue was smooth, constantly slipping into my mouth, her large eyes watching intently, perhaps observing the changes. I touched her breasts with my right hand, initially through her clothes, then slipping my hand inside—large, firm, and soft. Then I placed her on the sofa, removed her plaid shirt, and kissed her breasts. She lay comfortably on the sofa, waiting for my actions. At the same time, my left hand slipped inside her pants and underwear, caressing, admiring, kissing, and playing with this beautiful woman before me. Her body began to writhe with my caresses and kisses, her eyes becoming hazy, swallowing hard. I removed her pants, and a woman with a perfect figure lay on the sofa before me.

I picked up Lin Jie and carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the bed. She blinked at me, her eyes blinking repeatedly. I took off my clothes and pressed myself against her, slowly penetrating her. Slowly, slowly, she looked at me. Each time I reached the bottom, I thrust forward forcefully, watching her body suddenly tremble. Gradually, I felt her lower body becoming fuller and fuller, and as that fullness increased, I increased my speed, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Each deep penetration was an extreme explosion, penetrating all the way in. I saw the change in her facial expression, and she began to cry out "Ah!" Each cry stimulated the depths of my brain, making me want to try even harder. I could feel her juices flowing out in large quantities, wetting our connection, flowing down her thighs. Each collision produced a crisp, wet sound. Lin Jie said, "I love you." I said, "I love you too," and then my lips pressed against hers, kissing her passionately. My hands caressed her breasts, and my body pressed against her again and again. She rolled over, went to the edge of the bed, her upper body leaning over the bed, her lower body off the bed, her buttocks raised high on the edge. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman like this before me. Images from pornographic films immediately flashed through my mind. I pressed myself against her, took my penis, and after a couple of thrusts, found the right position and successfully entered her. I placed my hands on her shoulders, pressed my body against hers, and thrust deeply, making loud "slap slap slap" sounds. She made a "humming" sound, which gradually turned into an "ah" sound, emanating from deep within her throat. Her back became wet, and I kissed her back. Suddenly, I remembered her intimacy with other people, and a dark malice arose in my heart. I started grabbing her hair. I no longer wanted to have sex with her; I wanted to fuck her, hurt her, and achieve my own inner satisfaction through the collision of my genitals and her cries.

I pulled her off the bed and placed her on the windowsill. Her waist sank, her buttocks rose high, and I thrust forward forcefully, again and again. Her body trembled violently with each impact. I pulled her back by the waist, controlling her, thrusting harder and harder, again and again. I'm sure I put in the effort of a 400-meter sprint, a perfect combination of power and frequency. Her body trembled under the thrusts, her legs, which had been standing straight, began to bend, her knees... She covered her face, crying out, "Ahhh, brother, please forgive me, I know I was wrong!" I pretended not to hear and continued my frenzied thrusting. Her body began to hunch over, and I held her waist tightly, ignoring everything else; I only wanted that spot. I thrust forcefully, and she weakly trembled, saying, "No more, next time, I give up, next time, okay? Next time?" I still ignored her, turned around, and threw her face down on the bed, thrusting into her from behind. She gripped the sheets with both hands until her body was completely limp. I tried to ejaculate—yes, without a condom, trying to reach the deepest point.

We lay on the bed, and I said, "Are you really wrong?" She said, "I really am wrong, I know I was wrong. From the moment we met today, I knew I was wrong, really, I know." She lay like that in my arms, her body soft, limp, and submissive to me.

I think promiscuity is her nature, or perhaps it's a long-standing habit, a habit hard to break. If entering society is about mingling in society, then the business success after being kept could have allowed her to immediately change her environment. However, she remained there, and seemed to enjoy it. This can only mean that the chaotic environment brought her happiness and satisfaction, while my mind was filled with the traditional ideas of a hoodlum. It seems that there is a contradiction and contrast. In fact, the root of all this is that I misunderstood her idea of having fun as love. Although I have seen through it, I am still unwilling.

And this is just the beginning of the whole story.

(4)

There is no love without a reason, nor is there hatred without a reason. Sometimes emotions are born from feeling. Sister Lin may have really noticed it, after all, she is a smart woman. However, we did not talk about it much afterward. We felt that some things did not need to be said too clearly, and at the same time, we gave each other more space and respect.

Sister Lin took out a pager for me. It was a Motorola digital display, a classic vertical design. Sister Lin said, "It's for you." I'm pretty discerning, and while this pager doesn't have the Chinese display of Sister Lin's, a new one with a digital display still costs over 800 yuan. Back then, the average monthly wage in this city was only 300 yuan, so even a refurbished one would cost at least 400 yuan. I said, "Sister, this gift is too much; I can't accept it." Sister Lin said, "Take it. It'll make communication easier for us. I'll leave you '21' when I call you, and you'll leave me '21' too." I laughed, thinking, "This is a number game; 21 means 'I love you'." Sister Lin said, "Don't take it to heart. I won this playing pool at the Cultural Palace last week, but I won't be going anymore. Just keep it with you. Don't forget to put it on vibrate during class. Wear it, let me see." I picked it up and hung it on my belt. Sister Lin said, "Cool! Wear it now." Actually, I did think it was pretty and quite liked it.

Back at school, it was time for evening self-study. Daguo asked me, "When did you buy the pager?" I said, "My dad came back and brought it to me." When I got home, my mom asked me where I got it. I said, "My classmate's brother repairs pagers and got me a secondhand one for 150 yuan. Cheap, right?" That was basically the end of the pager story.

Soon after, something embarrassing happened: Da Peng and Lao Bai got into a fight. Da Peng is my good friend and a boxing buddy. He's thin, doesn't talk much, and has a slight stutter and lisp. He was my classmate in a boxing class, though we only trained for a year, but we had a lot of fun together. Lao Bai is a distant relative of mine. He weighs over 210 pounds, looks very mature, shaves daily, comes from a wealthy family, and wears a Motorola Han display (worth over two thousand yuan) on his waist. Lao Bai also used to be a boxer; his family was rich enough to send him to a police academy, which only made him even fatter. It was originally a small matter, but Lao Bai clearly looked down on Da Peng, calling him a weakling. Da Peng always acts with confidence. Lao Bai challenged Da Peng to a fight, and Da Peng immediately accepted. I tried to mediate, but seeing how serious they were, I could only watch. Only a few classmates watched as the fight broke out in the park. The outcome was unexpected, but within my expectations: Da Peng won decisively, 20-0 if the score was tallied. At the beginning, Lao Bai threw a flurry of punches, all of which Da Peng dodged by retreating and sliding to the right. Then Da Peng unleashed a barrage of single punches, followed by double and triple punches, relentlessly bombarding Lao Bai like a punching bag. The punches were crisp and penetrating, hitting him repeatedly. The bystanders were stunned. I couldn't bear to watch any longer and called for a stop. Da Peng also lost interest in fighting. Afterwards, Da Peng left on his own, and I told the others to leave too. I stayed with Lao Bai to rest for a long time. Later, Lao Bai went to a friend's house, partly because of the severe bruises on his face, and partly to seek revenge.

The next evening after school, I saw Lao Bai with a few teenagers from outside the school on their way home. I went over and called out to him, "Lao Bai, you're here." Lao Bai replied, "Coming." As I approached, I whispered, "Just a few hits are enough. It's just a matter of saving face. Don't go too far." I knew perfectly well that Lao Bai was just there to save face; he had completely lost confidence in his one-on-one fight with Da Peng. The result was that Lao Bai intercepted Da Peng, started cursing at him, and the group surrounded him. Lao Bai slapped Da Peng twice. This time, Da Peng didn't dodge or retaliate, and even said, "Lao Bai, you're awesome. I admire you." Then Lao Bai made way for Da Peng.

Lao Bai had regained his pride. The next day, I gathered them together, we smoked, talked about it, and the matter was over. Lao Bai and Da Peng resumed normal contact; they even borrowed comic books from each other, like Fist of the North Star and Slam Dunk. After this incident, Lao Bai and I became closer. We were originally distant relatives, and our relationship improved.

I later learned that Da Chengzi's older brother and Sister Lin were drinking at the same table, and Sister Lin was introducing him to a brand representative, discussing potential collaborations.

I didn't want to continue the gathering, so I went back to school to focus on my studies. While walking, my pager vibrated.

[To be continued]

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