The Story of Pamela

That evening, I was buried in a pile of books. Suddenly, a piercing doorbell rang, shattering the reading atmosphere I had painstakingly cultivated. How annoying! I had no choice but to put down my book and get up to answer the door. It was Pamela. She looked like a drowned rat; her clothes were soaked through from the heavy rain outside, and her curly hair clung to her face, but it couldn't hide her large, deep brown eyes. Her unique brown eyes.

"Mark?" She slumped onto the threshold and began to cry. I quickly reached out to help her up. An unusual chill emanated from her. She trembled as I led her into the living room.

Once she was seated on the bench, I picked up a blanket and draped it over her shoulders. I sat beside her, and she snuggled closer. I hugged her, letting her rest her head on my chest. "Want to talk?" I asked softly. She nodded, but remained silent.

This scene reminded me of some past stories. Mary loved the rain, and she always loved walking hand-in-hand with me in the misty summer drizzle. We would always come home soaking wet, and then… I quickly banished the remaining memories and looked at Pan. She had been my childhood sweetheart, my forever best friend. I had never seen her like this before. She was always happy, her face always radiating a bright smile. Unlike now, with her pale and lost expression. Unlike Rey, who fantasized about being a model all day, she never wore heavy makeup. But I never tired of that unadorned smile. Clearly, something must have happened to make her like this.

Although her body was still trembling, she was gradually warming up. She took a deep breath to calm herself. "I left work early today to surprise Glen. And I cooked dinner." As far as I knew, she was someone who never did housework. "He shouldn't be home that early, so it was natural for me to open the door and go in. There were strange noises coming from inside." She closed her eyes and sobbed, recalling the terrifying scene. "Gran...Gran...he actually...actually with a woman, they...they..." She couldn't even form a complete sentence. I hugged her tighter, thinking she would cry, but she didn't. Perhaps she had cried all her tears; she had been crying for hours since evening.

As I held her, I could feel her heartbeat. She seemed a little clumsy in my arms. Maybe it was the height difference? Suddenly, I felt a dampness on my chest; the water from her clothes had seeped through the blanket. I nudged her, avoiding her gaze. "You're soaked; I'll get you some dry clothes to change into!" With that, I stood up and went to the bedroom to get a dry t-shirt. "Here, change first!"

I paced back and forth as she changed in the bathroom. I wished I could understand her pain, but it only reopened old wounds. I closed my eyes, as if I could still feel Mary beside me. Mary was beautiful to every man; she possessed qualities that made men swarm to her like flies. Yet she always said she wished for blonde hair, so she would be the most beautiful queen in the world. I felt incredibly lucky that she chose someone as ordinary as me.

My thoughts were interrupted by Pamela emerging from her bath. She still looked pale, numb, and even when I touched the ends of her hair, she seemed dazed. "Hey!" I said, pointing to my bedroom. "Come rest in my room for a while. We can chat until dawn later." A few minutes later, I brought a new blanket into the room. I found she was already asleep, so I gently pulled the covers over her.

I went back to the living room, drew back the curtains, and looked out at the rain, continuing my reverie. I wondered if Mary was also looking at the rain and thinking the same thing... No, absolutely not! She had already made her feelings for me perfectly clear! "Sigh!" I sighed, turned around, and sat on the bench, leaning against the wet blanket Pan had just used. This blanket used to be Mary's favorite. I gently rubbed it against my cheek, the faint scent of the blanket filling my thoughts. Mary...

Every time we walked back from the rain, we would shower together, then sit together on this bench, wrapped tightly in this blanket. Those were the days when I loved Mary the most. When the rain washed away her vanity, returning to this place, secluded from the hustle and bustle, was when Mary was at her truest. Perhaps it was just a coincidence! When winter passed, the drizzle stopped, and we parted ways.

I lay down and pulled the blanket over myself. Why can't I forget her, why am I still so crazy about her? In the end, she would always throw tantrums for no reason, finding excuses to argue. Perhaps I should be glad she left? But instead, I went to Gran and Pan to cry... I shook my head helplessly.

Yes, Gran. It's not that I like to criticize him, but he fell in love with Pan at first sight. Pan seems to know how to handle any situation. That's part of the reason our friendship has lasted so long. I didn't know my own feelings for Pan until he came along. At first, I competed with him. However, I withdrew because I found that Pan liked him more. For the sake of friendship, I had to withdraw too. When Pan and he both acknowledged their feelings, we could even sit down and talk for hours!

Of course, later, Rey came into my life and changed that. But Pan and I are still good friends who trust each other, and we discuss problems together. Rey just didn't believe our friendship was purely platonic; she always fantasized about something more. She even used it as the starting point for arguments. I began to wonder if this was also why Glenn went to see another woman. No! We both made our own choices! He had to take responsibility for Pan's suffering. And by not searching everywhere for Pan to come home, he didn't care about her at all. What a despicable guy!

I closed my eyes, the torrential rain howling wildly in my ears. "Sigh! Rey," I sighed again. She always loved to lie on me, her head resting on my chest. Her brown curly hair... Oh! No! Rey's hair is long black hair, I was so confused! If she knew, she would definitely kill me! Sigh! Anyway, she left, without even saying goodbye. Not a word, nothing at all…

I shook my head, trying to shake off those annoying memories… I checked the time: 6:03, still a little while before my alarm was set. Sigh! Last night's events really made me think a lot.

I stood up and quietly went into my room; I had to turn off my alarm before it woke Pan. I tiptoed to turn it off and was about to turn away.

“Mark… wait,” Pan cried out behind me, “Don’t go, okay?”

I turned to look at her; it was just dawn, and I could only vaguely see that her eyes were red.

“Hmm?” “

Don’t go…”

“Okay!” I walked to the bedside and sat down beside her. She sat up and rested her head on my shoulder.

"Why?" she cried.

"Why does this always happen? I don't know, no matter how much I love him..." Although these words seemed meaningless, I didn't know what to say to comfort her. I hugged her, trying to adjust the disharmony caused by our height difference. But it always felt strange, and I didn't dare push her away.

After a long silence, she finally spoke. She took a deep breath, "I should have known this would happen...""She looked up, and I stared at her, bewildered. 'Hmm?' 'These past few months, he's been leaving early and coming home late. I've forgotten the last time we sat down and chatted. And, we haven't...' she said, shyly fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

'I really can't believe how could Green be so blind, leaving behind such a beautiful wife and going to...'

'Oh! Mark, you always have such a way with words.'

'It's nothing, I just say what I think!'"

"Thank you," she smiled weakly. "I...Mark, I think...I should have chosen you."

"Wh...what?"

She turned her head away with a hint of guilt, but I kept my eyes fixed on her. I wanted to understand what she had just said. Because of her hair, the upper part of her t-shirt was still a little damp, clinging tightly to her upper body, and I could vaguely see her cleavage. The soft sunlight shone in, further highlighting her beauty. She suddenly turned around and leaned her upper body against me. When she gently kissed my cheek, I almost froze... I didn't resist, and she wrapped her arms around me, pressing herself even closer. "I should have chosen you..." she whispered.

Suddenly, I found myself responding to her embrace, softly uttering words against her neck... "Actually, I... I've been like this for a long time..."

She made a "shh" sound at my lips with her index finger. "I know, I know everything." She snuggled closer, kissing me gently. Her lips were so soft and warm. I began to run my hands through her hair, "Oh! Pan..." I moaned.

Suddenly, she pushed me away, breaking free from my embrace. I was a little scared... But she guided my hands to her breasts, "Make love with me!" she said.

The touch from my fingertips was more wonderful than I had ever imagined. Her breasts were firm yet soft, and I began to gently knead them. Clearly, her breasts were very sensitive. When I caressed them through her thin t-shirt, Pan closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. She tilted her head back and lay down, while I pressed close to her, gently unbuttoning her blouse and beginning to savor the long-awaited sweet melon. I licked along the curve of her left breast, moving in circles until I reached the areola. When I finally reached the center, I gently nibbled with my teeth, teasing it with my tongue. Once her left nipple hardened, I repeated the same steps on her right breast, and she responded to my passion by arching her back. She wrapped her arms around my head, burying my face deeply between her breasts. Although I had never done this to a woman before, I naturally used my hands, thumbs and forefingers, to gently pinch her breasts and lick her cleavage with my nimble tongue.

I gradually moved my body down. My tongue had already reached her flat stomach. I teased her navel while pulling down her tight panties. I gazed at her already wet vulva, and she guided my tongue with her legs. But then, another mischievous idea suddenly came to me. I started teasing her, my tongue moving back and forth along the inside of her thighs, occasionally kissing her lower abdomen. "Oh! Mark!" she gasped, starting to press her breasts together with her hands. At the same time, she kept thrusting her hips up, trying to catch my tongue. But I continued to tease her until she was on the verge of collapse. "Ah...please...I need you!"

she cried out as my tongue finally touched her vulva. I continued to lick gently and slowly. "Oh...don't stop..." She gently pressed my head down with one hand, allowing me more contact with her. At this point, I no longer resisted. I quickly found her slightly protruding clitoris, letting her breathe between my lips. I let out a soft sound of satisfaction from deep within my throat, and her reaction became even more intense. She arched her back, thrusting her hips forward, releasing her volcanic orgasm. When her orgasm ended, I gently leaned against her soft body, afraid of accidentally ruining the atmosphere. I kissed her, my already erect penis pressing tightly against her thighs.

She moaned contentedly and returned my kiss. "Mmm... now... make love with me..." I smiled at her and bent down to adjust her position. I bent her legs, so her knees rested against her soft breasts. I used my upper body weight to press down on her, preventing her from thrusting her hips again. Then I started teasing her again, rubbing the head of my penis against her entrance, but not going in. She panted, closing her eyes and waiting for me to enter. But I made her wait, and a long time passed. "Oh... you again... oh..." she moaned. With each rubbing, her desire rose higher and higher.

Slowly, I penetrated her, but I still held her legs tightly, preventing her from pushing upwards. I gently pushed in until I was fully inside. I leaned down and kissed her lips, then released her legs; now she could move freely. Gradually, she matched my rhythm; I pushed in, she thrust out. Although my eyes were closed, I could still feel Pan responding to my kisses. As the rhythm continued, Pan's lips gradually weakened, until finally, she could only breathe heavily with her mouth slightly open... "Oh... yes... just like that... oh..." Her pubic bone pressed hard against me, and the warm walls of her vagina sent waves of heat through me. When her hot love juices poured over me, I could no longer hold back and ejaculated. I lay sprawled on top of her, lying there for a while, listening to her rapid heartbeat. "I love you so much..." I murmured.

When she finally caught her breath, she began to kiss my earlobe. "That was wonderful! Mark, but I wish you weren't..." She pushed me off her body and pressed herself against me. She gazed into my eyes and kissed me deeply, and I almost lost myself. "Well, you know, no one... even Green never kisses my private parts." Before I could answer, she sealed my lips with her fingers. "So I'm not willing to do it for him either... um..." As she spoke, she began to kiss my chest, my lower abdomen, and then my... penis. Her warm lips quickly restored my energy, and my little brother became erect again. She took my balls into her mouth as a reward. It was like having two candies in my mouth. "Oh...oh..." I groaned. I really wanted to shove my entire penis into her mouth. "No...no...take it slow, not yet..." She seemed to read my mind. "Come, sit on the edge of the bed." Like a hypnotized child, I slowly sat up, her head guiding my movements. She gently touched my glans with her lips and tongue until I couldn't bear it any longer. "Oh! Pan..." I groaned, reaching out my hands and running my fingers through her hair. As she slowly took my penis into her mouth, I saw a smile on her face. When my glans touched the back of her mouth, I almost screamed, but she slowly pulled me out. Slowly, she began to make love to me with her mouth; each thrust deeper and harder, until she swallowed it whole. I held her head tightly, wanting to speed things up, but Pan did something else. She pushed my hands away, maintaining her slow pace.

Suddenly, she stopped, smiling at my questioning face. "I've wanted to try this for a while..." She knelt up, her breasts reaching just to the height of my penis. Because of her saliva still on my penis, she could easily envelop me with her breasts. "Oh...my God..." I was once again lost in this novel sensation. Her breasts tasted so wonderful, and now she was using them to make love to me. "Oh...""As she continued her movements, waves of pleasure coursed down my spine. I closed my eyes, deeply lost in the sensation. But her passionate performance shattered my daydream. I opened my eyes; Pan was still in the same position. Her head was tilted back, her lips slightly parted in a moan; clearly, she also derived pleasure from this position. She began to sway her body wildly, crying out passionately until we both reached climax." At climax, her breasts clamped tightly around me, and my semen sprayed onto her head, neck, and chest.

It's been about two years since that day, and although Pan and I still have some difficulties in our relationship, she has agreed to marry me this fall. Looking back, this marriage seemed inevitable. I took such good care of her, and after so many years together, I believe we are each other's perfect match.

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