The best time to meet the best you

Let me introduce myself first. I'm a post-80s generation, born in a fifth-tier city in northern China. I've worked for over ten years since graduation, visiting major cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, as well as high-altitude border regions, before finally settling back in my hometown. Currently, I work for a leading, powerful physical retail company. I have a wife and son, and we live a comfortable life—not wealthy, but certainly not lacking in basic necessities. In 2008, because of a new project my company had in City C in Southwest China, I had the opportunity to visit the area south of the Yangtze River for the first time since becoming an adult. After a year of hard work, the project was completed and running stably, requiring less effort at work, and I entered a relatively relaxed phase. In the spring of 2009, as usual, I took the train from my hometown's provincial capital to Southwest China. At that time, there was no high-speed rail, so I had to buy a hard sleeper middle berth. The two-day, one-night journey was usually not very enjoyable, so I could only pass the time by reading e-books on my phone. This time was a little different. The girl in the lower bunk opposite me looked like a college student, with a face value of 80+ out of 100, a little over 1.6 meters tall, and a slender figure—the kind I preferred (back then I was young and liked slender girls, but later I realized that a bit more curvy is more attractive). She seemed to be an art major, and she completely captivated me. At that time, I was still quite naive, meaning I had the desire but not the courage. The lovely girl was right in front of me, and I was itching to do something, but I just couldn't take that crucial step. After eyeing her for a whole day, and with our destination getting closer, I wasn't sure if she would get off at the same stop as me. With the mindset of "better to be embarrassed than miss out," I finally mustered the courage to approach her and strike up a conversation. Once the unspoken understanding was established, things progressed naturally. The girl was poised and elegant, her eyes occasionally flashing a shy smile during our conversation, making it all the more irresistible. During our chat, I learned she was from the provincial capital where I had boarded the train, and she was going to university in City C. Since I had lived in the provincial capital for four years during my university years, I instantly felt like I had met a fellow townsman in a foreign land, and we found we had much in common to talk about, enjoying the journey immensely. We arrived in City C in the blink of an eye. Since my company had sent a car to pick us up, I asked the driver to make a detour and take her back to her university, citing the distance and the inconvenience of her luggage. We exchanged QQ numbers and said goodbye. I didn't ask for her phone number because I wasn't very talkative at the time. If I had asked for her number, I would have struggled with whether to call or not, which would have given me a lot of agonizing. Leaving her QQ number allowed me to maintain a safe distance and put her at ease. Actually, at that time, I wasn't planning anything to do with the girl; I just wanted to spend more time with her. After all, a girl's allure is irresistible to any normal man. As for how far things could develop, I really didn't think that much about it. Later, we started communicating on QQ, from occasional greetings to long, scheduled chats every night, and then to being online 24/7 on mobile QQ. I could clearly feel that we were closing the distance at an uncontrollable speed. However, there was still an obstacle between us. The girl actually had a boyfriend, a local from City C and a classmate. From what the girl said, I learned that this guy was addicted to online games, skipped classes all year round, and basically neglected his beautiful girlfriend who was right next to him—a complete waste. But it was precisely because of their situation that I had an opportunity. Soon, we couldn't be satisfied with just online chatting and started dating in person. I remember our first date was to see a movie. There was a new film called "Valkyrie," starring Tom Cruise. We went to a shopping district quite far from where we both lived to watch it. After the movie, we ate at a popular South Korean barbecue restaurant. Over the course of the day, we gradually relaxed from our initial awkwardness, and something beyond friendship began to develop between us. However, nothing happened on this date, and we parted reluctantly. Our second meeting was at the local zoo. This time, I wasn't shy like I was the first time. Because I had done my research the day before, I knew all the animals in the zoo like the back of my hand, especially when... (href="http://yochee").The girl first saw the alpaca, a popular internet meme, and laughed hysterically as I explained it to her. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she straddled my arm… Frankly, I instantly got an erection! But nothing happened this time… On our third date, the weather was getting hot. I remember she was wearing transparent sandals, a t-shirt, and a short skirt. At that moment, I really wanted to take her right there and then, especially after we'd walked for a while. She said the sandals were a bit uncomfortable and she didn't want to walk anymore. If it were now, I would definitely suggest finding a place to rest. However, I was still a bit clueless back then and actually suggested going to a karaoke bar. So, the two of us, alone, spent the afternoon partying at the karaoke bar, and I only then realized how good she was at singing. Listen, and I also have some skill in this area. We went from each requesting a solo song to a duet, and the girl went from sitting formally on the sofa to leaning against me affectionately. At that moment, I thought, maybe things were really progressing smoothly. Finally, on the fourth time, one weekend evening, during our usual online chat, the girl mentioned that she hadn't watched TV in a long time and wanted to find a place to watch it. By this time, we had progressed to the point where we could talk freely about anything except sex. I offered to go out and book a room for her and pick her up. The girl hesitated a little because she had an elective class the next day (actually, it was an internal struggle). This time, I didn't hesitate and decisively booked a room a little further from her school, then took a taxi to pick her up. On the way to school, I texted her: "Will something happen tonight?" The girl replied, "Let nature take its course," followed by a smiling emoji. When I arrived at the hotel, the air conditioning and TV were already on, and snacks, drinks, and playing cards were all ready (of course, there were condoms, though I hid them in a corner). After flipping through a few channels and not knowing what to watch, I suggested playing cards. The loser would have to take off a piece of clothing and a deck of cards, hoping to use this method to open the girl's final door to her heart. She readily agreed. However, my wandering mind made me no match for her, and I quickly lost my last piece of clothing. I then climbed into a cup, took off my underwear, and threw it out in front of her to prove I was completely naked and without any worries. After that, I began my full-scale transgression… After a winning streak, the girl gradually took off her tight jeans and t-shirt, revealing her body to me for the first time. She wore a black bra underneath, and boxer shorts hugged her round, perky buttocks. A half-cup bra accentuated her high, firm breasts, which I estimated to be a B+. Considering her weight of less than 100 pounds, her figure was impeccable. With this series of erotic real-life displays, I was like a powder keg scorched by the sun under the covers, my little brother ready to explode at the slightest spark. As the girl lost her last two pieces of underwear, she, like me, crawled into bed. Now we were naked facing each other. Her eyes were languid, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy, the atmosphere... The atmosphere became heavy and awkward. I asked, "If things go naturally, what should we do next..." Before I could finish, the girl's fragrant lips pressed against mine. Yes, this was the spark that ignited the powder keg. No more words or eye contact were needed; we only needed to use the most primal human physical actions to express our desire for each other. The girl's skin was smooth and fair. Although her breasts weren't huge, they were firm and upright. Her two red nipples trembled as they welcomed my caresses. Under the gentle kneading of my two fingers, the girl let out soft moans, and her whole body began to tremble. Clearly, this was her sensitive area. I rolled over and lay on top of her, gently pressing her slender body beneath me. Our tongues... Our heads were entwined in a thirsty embrace. My hands roamed from the girl's chest to her buttocks, kneading her rounded hips down to her thighs. With a little probing, I noticed her pubic hair was quite thick and already very wet, indicating she was deeply aroused. At this moment, I knelt beneath her like a missionary, slowly inserting my long-erect penis into her honeyed cave. This girl was different from all the women I had been with since. First, she had a unique fragrance between her lips and teeth. At first, I thought it was the effect of lipstick, but later I realized it was her natural aroma. Second, the entrance to her honeyed cave was very tight; my first time entering her almost made me doubt that she was a virgin. As my penis entered, the girl's expression gradually shifted from pain to satisfaction. After adjusting to her tightness, I slowly began to thrust. Her vagina was very lubricated, and I could feel the folds of her inner walls. If I hadn't restrained myself, I might have ejaculated inside her. However, after the initial adjustment period, I gradually got into the swing of things, increasing my speed and force. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, witnessing firsthand how this artistic beauty was at my mercy. Her hands gripped my wrists tightly, her breasts turned rosy, and they swayed violently with the rhythm. Her moans also... It grew bigger and bigger, and as I thrust in with all my might, it even turned into a near scream. She had an expression of both satisfaction and pain. Looking back now, that was truly the best years of a man's life. My young body was full of vitality, like a perpetual motion machine that never stopped. As I swooped down on her, her supple legs were almost pressed against her chest. This was the position she often said she liked the most, as if I had magically compressed her into a ball. Finally, after thrusting for who knows how long, my long-suppressed essence finally gushed into her body. After her breathing gradually calmed down, I slowly withdrew, cleaned myself up a bit, and then held the sweaty girl in my arms. After a short rest, perhaps because she was satisfied, the girl didn't seem to mind playing with my penis at all, murmuring something and taking it into her mouth. This was an experience I'd never had before; I never knew oral sex could be so incredibly pleasurable. The girl skillfully teased my penis with her lips and tongue, making it quickly become erect again, and I ejaculated again right there in her mouth. After that, we spent the entire night in a cycle of washing, flirting, making love, then washing again, flirting again, and making love again. It's no exaggeration to say we did it five times in one night. The girl's sensitive body soaked the sheets, so we moved between the bed, the sofa, the bathroom, and the window. When we woke up, exhausted, the sun was high in the sky. The girl told me that the reason she was willing to be with me was primarily because of my appearance (in which case I still...). (I was quite confident), secondly, I didn't ask for her phone number directly when we first met, thirdly, because I was quite polite and gentlemanly on our first few dates, and fourthly, because her gaming boyfriend was cold towards her, and this gaming geek was a premature ejaculator who never gave her an orgasm. She bluntly said, "After sleeping with you, I don't want him to touch me again." And so, we began a relationship that we couldn't tell anyone about, yet it became unforgettable. She naturally broke up with her gaming boyfriend, and we spent over a year living like a couple, dating, booking hotels, booking hotels, dating again in the vast city of C. We were a very compatible couple, a perfect match in love, and considerate and caring towards each other in life. Because we shared many hobbies, we had endless things to talk about. A phrase that often came to mind was: If only things could continue like this... If only I could go. However, the reality is that I got married a year ago. Although my girlfriend doesn't mind, we can't truly be together. A little over a year later, I was transferred from city C for work, and my girlfriend returned to her hometown after graduation, starting a job, dating, and getting married. During this time, we met a few times, and although each time was a long-awaited reunion, we could still chat happily, expressing our longing, and then enjoy each other's familiar bodies and positions in bed. Later, we met less and less. Through her social media, I learned that she was in love, married a good husband, had a child, and had a stable job in a public institution—she was very happy. Now, I often travel to the provincial capital for business trips and meetings. Each time, I message my girlfriend to let her know I'm there. Sometimes she replies, but more often she remains silent, even if... Therefore, when I leave the provincial capital, I will tell her, "I'm leaving, take care." Occasionally, I can receive a reply from her, and we can arrange a phone call. I can listen carefully to her voice, imagine what she looks like on the other end of the line, whether she still smiles shyly, and imagine what it would be like if we met, whether she would still unconsciously take my arm. Life has made us like parallel tracks, very close, but unable to meet again. Yet, all these years later, she remains the most unforgettable girl in my life. Perhaps it's because she was the first woman outside of my marriage, perhaps it's because of our tacit understanding and passion in bed, perhaps it's because of our compatible personalities. She appeared in my best years, illuminating my sky like a comet, and then slowly drifted away, disappearing into the night. I know we will meet again someday, but no one knows when this comet will return. Wishing you a peaceful life, Qi~

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