My senior

I want to tell you a true story about myself. I'm a junior in college. There's a senior in my club (let's call her Wan-jun for now), she's a year older than me. She's been very kind to me since my freshman year. Although she already had a boyfriend, and they were very much in love, I still had some fantasies and hopes about her. Just recently, last semester, she broke up with her boyfriend (let's call him Senior Xiao-ming for now). Wan-jun's boyfriend is two years older than me. That means he's currently serving in the military. Although he's two years older than me, in the club he treats the younger students like brothers, without any senior airs. Every time we go drinking or singing, he invites us younger students. So seeing this couple together always makes me feel a little jealous or wistful. Don't even mention how beautiful or how good-looking Wan-jun is. Just look at how good Senior Xiao-ming is academically. He's charming, tall, and a big drinker. It takes five or six younger students to get him drunk, and it's a relentless, relentless battle. To this day, I still don't know the real reason for their breakup, but I think it might be because of me. During my sophomore year, I often had to participate in club activities. Wan-jun and I happened to be on the same team. Xiao-ming, on the other hand, was preparing for studying abroad and frequently taking GRE exams, essentially a semi-retired student. He didn't participate in many activities, only occasionally coming to the club to chat. I lacked his charm, wasn't as physically fit, and my grades were terrible (also due to the club). But Wan-jun seemed to pay special attention to me. Every time I looked into her eyes, I felt she was giving me a hint. Perhaps I was just imagining things, but her eyes were beautiful; I thought they were the most beautiful part of her. That day, we went on a team trip to a certain place (I dare not say the location). Xiao-ming didn't come; this was the first time Wan-jun's boyfriend hadn't accompanied her. Wan-jun seemed very excited that day, and her attitude towards me was even more friendly. She kept asking if I had brought a pen or asking me to do things together. Of course I'm not stupid, but I just want to be sure if I'm really the one who's trying to have my cake and eat it too. My senior is 76 cm tall, while I'm only 169 cm. Wan Jun is the voluptuous type, like Katie Winsley (the female lead in Titanic, which my senior and I watched together). In the evening, because it was March and we were on a mountain, the weather was still a bit cold. My senior took my hand to watch the sunset. This was the first time she had touched my body, and I was startled by her action, whether intentional or unintentional. We walked to the edge of the mountain. Perhaps my senior was pretending to be cold, and her body gradually moved closer to my chest. I don't know how she moved. That's how it happened. If I were to explain to my senior, I would definitely blame it on the fact that the sunset that day was just too beautiful, and my senior and I just hugged each other to watch the sunset. Speaking of my childhood memories, it was the first time I had hugged a girl, so my penis was standing straight up supporting my senior's butt. When I was erect, my genitals were slightly pulled back, as I was hesitant to let my senior touch them. But she pulled me closer, and the stimulation made me hug her even tighter. We chatted about zodiac signs and blood types. Suddenly, she took my hand and said she wanted to read my fortune. I've always thought all this feng shui and fortune-telling was nonsense, and because I was hugging her, I wasn't listening to anything she was saying. Suddenly, it seemed like she finished reading my palm, and she put my hand back on her waist. But this time, I was sure she did it on purpose because she placed my right hand almost touching her genitals, and her hand was pressed against the back of my hand. Even an idiot should know what to do next, but I didn't move at all. My hand just sat there, and since she was wearing jeans, my right hand was on the zipper, and I could feel the warmth of her genitals. Also, I was sitting while hugging her, so my hand was also somewhat trapped between her legs. We left it there for about half an hour. Perhaps noticing how timid I seemed, she leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. Smelling Wan Jun's long hair, my heart raced. My breathing almost became labored. I could barely hear what she was saying, only managing mumbled replies. Only one thing was on my mind: "Did she and Xiao Ming break up?" I don't know how long my heart had been churning with emotion. Suddenly, I realized it was getting dark. The mountain wasn't very high, and I knew the path well, but walking back to camp in the dark would still be a bit dangerous. I wanted to interrupt her outpouring. That's when I realized my senior had fallen asleep in my arms. In the dim light, her fair face was bathed in golden light. Looking at her lips, I really wanted to kiss her, but in the end, I only kissed her cheek and gently shook her awake. I realized she really seemed to be asleep. That evening, there was a leadership meeting to discuss tomorrow's work. The clerk sitting next to me asked where I had been. My senior surprisingly told me the truth without hesitation, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. Perhaps because my senior and I were usually close, we didn't gossip much, only saying that we were going to watch the sunset together the next day. My senior only talked about how beautiful the sunset was and what we were talking about. Of course, we omitted any physical gestures. During the meeting, my senior didn't even glance at me, and I sadly lowered my head to take notes. Maybe I was just imagining things. After the meeting, everyone went about their own business; some continued chatting, while others went back to their rooms to rest. I stared blankly as my senior walked out the door, desperately hoping she would turn around and look at me. Suddenly, the clerk asked me why I hadn't spoken during the meeting, and I just said I wasn't feeling well. Nothing happened the next two or three days. Then, at the campfire party on the fourth night, everyone was performing wildly. The programs, planned in the previous semester, were naturally very exciting. I also took the opportunity to let loose and temporarily forget my problems. When the beer was served, I drank one glass after another. Actually, I wasn't the only one drinking like that; some people drank even more than me. So no one noticed what was wrong with me. Then my senior came over to toast me, and I really wanted to hug her. She asked if I could sit there. Of course, I cleared a small patch of grass where no one had thrown up (I hadn't thrown up yet), and that's how we sat together and drank. As we were drinking, my senior said she needed to go to the restroom. I figured she either needed to pee or grab the toilet. I helped her as she staggered, and sure enough, she vomited after less than five steps. At that point, not only were the guys vomiting haphazardly, but several girls had also thrown up, and even I was feeling nauseous. After vomiting a few times, my senior seemed to regain some consciousness. Actually, girls vomiting after drinking doesn't necessarily mean they're truly drunk and dead. As long as they're relatively normal afterward, they're fine. My senior said she wanted to get some fresh air, so I led her away from the crowd. We sat down about 200 meters away. It was pitch black everywhere except near the campfire. She then asked me to massage her, saying she wasn't feeling well after drinking. I knew exactly what she was thinking. She took off her coat herself, and I, without any hesitation, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol and the fact that she had been ignoring me these past few days, became quite bold. Actually, I don't know how to massage or caress others. I just gave her a few random shoves, then my hands gradually moved from her back to her chest, and even while I was still massaging under her armpits, I could already feel the softness of her breasts. Wan Jun's breasts are famously large; guys usually glance at them intentionally or unintentionally when they see her. My body gradually leaned towards her back, perhaps just wanting to relive the dream from three days ago. I couldn't resist any longer and hugged Wan Jun tightly. At that moment, I heard my senior panting, and I myself was burning with desire. I pushed Wan Jun down to the ground, looking at my senior with her eyes closed. She seemed to tacitly approve of my actions. My senior was taller than me, so I could kiss her breasts while taking off her pants. Watching her heaving breasts, I quickened my pace, and only when I took off her pants did I realize that my senior wasn't wearing underwear, and her bra was a front-opening style. I was too afraid to undress my senior completely, in case someone came and I wouldn't have time to put my clothes back on. Actually, because of the firelight, people near the campfire couldn't see the dark areas at all; it was just a precaution. So I only pulled her sweater up above her chest and opened her bra. She was still wearing jeans with one leg on, and somehow, my penis just slipped inside. My senior's breasts were really big. I kissed, licked, and bit her, making her pant. Although it was noisy, she didn't dare to make a sound, and I was extra careful, constantly looking up ahead. It was my first time having sex with a woman, so I ejaculated quickly, and inside her. I've watched porn and masturbated before, and I know what it's like to be close to ejaculation, but this was my iptsfortwo.This was my first time watching a domestically produced, high-quality video online in Chinese. I simply couldn't control myself. Only after I ejaculated inside did I feel a little regretful. For the sake of momentary pleasure, I caused a terrible situation. But my senior didn't seem to have climaxed yet, nor did she notice that I had ejaculated inside her. Perhaps she was already completely drunk and confused. My mind suddenly cleared up. Realizing that I had already caused a disaster, I hurriedly put on my senior's clothes, made sure everything was in order, and even looked around to make sure that my senior wasn't wearing underwear, lest I, in my drunken state, mistakenly leave her underwear at the scene.

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