Stealing underwear can lead to a romantic encounter.

I once rented an apartment in a university building in Beijing. It was an old building with a diverse population: students from the university's vocational programs, self-taught students, and people like me who were just drifting through Beijing. I had a very exciting experience there. I once managed to get 11 pairs of pretty panties, and of course, bras (I wasn't very interested in bras, so I threw them away after masturbating).
Girls always liked to hang their underwear to dry in the bathroom, which gave me an opportunity. At night, when everyone was asleep, I would imitate what I saw on TV, wearing a stocking around my neck, and then walk from the first floor to the fifth floor, stealing things.
The first two I got were: one was creamy blue with many small holes, like seersucker, and the crotch area had a faint blue stain, probably from a sanitary napkin; the other was a light creamy green with lace trim. I don't know why girls' panties often have a small flower made of ribbon on top—is it just for decoration? The first time you get something, it's always very exciting. To be honest, I haven't done this in a long time, I'm quite scared. Even though my buddy is from the same hometown as "Cuihua," I still get nervous sometimes.
The second time I got them, I had two pairs: one black lace and one beige elastic pair, probably tight-fitting. The most I ever got was three pairs on the fifth floor at once. One pink lace pair was special; it not only had ribbon flowers, but also three beads in the center of each flower, like stamens. The other two were more plain and quite old. One was probably white, but it looked pale yellow from being stained by other clothes, while the other was white with small floral prints. Another time, I got two pairs. One was sporty, without flowers, but very elastic; the other was light blue with two small white flowers printed on it. The ribbon flowers on this pair were coiled like buttons.
Another time, I got two very cute pairs of underwear. One was light green with a Libra logo in the middle, so I guess it was a Libra girl. This pair of panties had menstrual blood stains, about the size of a thumbnail; the other pair was even cuter, a light orange color, printed with a fairy holding a magic wand and "I love Aisha," and its design was unique with two straps at the crotch. Girls who like to wear panties like this must be incredibly cute.
Actually, I have 12 pairs, but I don't plan to return this last one to its owner, who now knows me. Because we've had "intimate contact." She agreed to let me keep this little panty as a "souvenir." Since the words are already on my lips, I'll say them. Otherwise, it would seem like I'm not being sincere in making friends, right?
It was a day at the end of September, around 3 a.m. I was disguising myself in the washroom, preparing to go upstairs to find my "prey." I was extremely tense, my heart was pounding. It was so exciting. Just then, I heard the sound of slippers in the distance. I was so scared that I quickly hid behind the door, holding my breath, afraid to make a sound. Judging from the footsteps, it was a girl. She went into the restroom next to the washroom. But this floor is the boys' dormitory, so why was there a girl there? I suddenly realized that the girl must have stayed at her boyfriend's place instead of going upstairs. To be honest, some of the girls here are really indecent.
I hid behind the door, planning to make my move after she left. At that moment, I couldn't help but think of a girl's body. What happiness it would be to hold her in my arms, and even better if things could go further. But although I'm not ugly, I'm thin and small, less than 1.65 meters tall. The girls don't even give me a second glance. I've never mustered the courage to pursue a girl. A boy's instinctive desire has always been suppressed in my heart. So borrowing things from the older girls was a reluctant "choice." At this moment, the girl came out of the restroom. She probably went to the washroom to wash her hands. The instant she entered, in the dim moonlight (the washroom light had long been broken), I saw that it was her. The girl who often walked with her boyfriend on campus. She was thin, about 1.63 meters tall. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a certain allure. She went to the sink and, instead of washing her hands, lifted her pajamas and put her feet in. She must have accidentally splashed urine on her feet. Thinking of that wet little hole, my penis instantly hardened. My mouth went dry, and I couldn't help but swallow hard. Our sink was quite high, so she had to lift her pajamas. I immediately saw her white panties and her round little bottom. I couldn't hold back any longer. I don't know where I got the courage, but I lunged behind her. Still half-asleep, she must have realized someone was pouncing on her. Before she could even utter a sound, I covered her mouth with my hand. "Don't scream, or I'll kill you." I think my voice trembled as I said that. With one hand covering her mouth, I lifted her pajamas and started taking off her panties. She must have been startled by this sudden situation, and only after a moment did she begin to react, struggling desperately. The girl was much stronger than usual at this point, and although I was small and thin, I had a lot of strength. Besides, she was a girl after all. I pulled off the hood, dragged her to the wall, and pinned her against it. I twisted her hands behind her back and used my legs to spread and pin her legs down, so she couldn't kick me and was firmly fixed to the wall. After nibbling at her neck and chest for a while, I pulled down her panties. I also released her hands so I could use one hand to attack her vagina. She started pushing me away desperately with both hands, and when she realized it was futile, she began to dig her sharp nails deep into my flesh, leaving deep scratches on my arm and back. I endured the excruciating pain and attacked her vagina with an even faster frequency, trying to kiss her mouth, but she shook her head from side to side and wouldn't let me kiss her. So I gave up. She had just urinated, so her vagina was wet, and I could easily insert a finger. When she realized I had breached her last line of defense with "something," she suddenly stopped resisting. She probably thought I had already inserted my penis. When I tried to kiss her again, she still resisted fiercely, but this time she gently hugged me with her arms and pressed her body against mine. This was clearly telling me that I could give her my body, but she couldn't kiss my mouth. I understood perfectly, so I focused solely on my movements below. When her attention also shifted to below, I clearly felt my fingers being tightly clamped. So tight, was she still a virgin? I couldn't believe it. I struggled to pull my poor index finger out, bringing out a lot of fluid, I didn't know if it was urine or vaginal fluid. She let out a soft moan and leaned back. I took the opportunity to spread her legs again, this time really trying to insert my penis. But trouble arose again. Although there was a lot of fluid, my penis could only insert about a third of the glans. She softly cried out, "It hurts!" and desperately tried to clamp her legs together again. I tried several times without success. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I tickled her armpit, and she giggled. I took the opportunity to thrust my penis inside her. "Ah!" This time she really cried out. I was afraid of disturbing someone, and she was probably afraid of being seen too, so she quickly buried her head in my chest.
I gently thrust in and out, afraid of hurting her again, but I knew it still hurt her. But she was also clever; this time she bit my shoulder, so her pain was my pain. Her legs wrapped around my waist like snakes. Her vagina was so tight, gripping my penis tightly. With each thrust, it contracted, creating a sucking sensation, an indescribable pleasure stimulating every nerve. At that moment, I realized how strong I was in this area. I was able to resist the urge to ejaculate again and again and continue. She didn't immediately climax either. It was truly a "match made in heaven." I couldn't delay any longer. I saw that the sky outside the window was starting to lighten. If someone saw us, it would be terrible. I increased the frequency of my thrusts. Although she was gradually experiencing immense pleasure, she knew it was getting late and wanted me to finish quickly. She began to caress me and kiss me (but not on the lips). I was also actively seeking the feeling of ejaculation. Finally, at the moment when I gently bit her throat with my teeth, I released my hot semen into her body. The feeling at that moment was as wonderful as a lion on the African savanna capturing its prey after a long chase.
I put her down and began wiping the mixture of love fluid and semen between her legs with her white panties. Blood, yes, blood. She was still a virgin. My hands trembled even more violently; I didn't know if it was excitement or fear. I looked up at her; she didn't say a word, just stared intently into my eyes. I lowered my head and carefully wiped away the remaining blood. Then, with a sacred feeling, I deeply kissed the "oyster" hidden behind the lovely black curly hair. I slowly stood up. "Can I keep it as a souvenir?" I couldn't believe I dared to make such a request while looking into her eyes. Perhaps it was because of my sincerity, or something else. She didn't speak, nor did she cry. She just stared into my eyes for a full minute. Then she walked away without looking back. I stood there stunned for a long time before finally putting the precious panties in my pocket and returning to my bed. It all felt like a dream... I couldn't even believe it was real, but it had indeed happened. The little panties stained with virgin blood were in my hand. I didn't get out of bed that entire morning, replaying every detail of what had happened a few hours earlier. A sense of fear lingered. Would she call the police? Would she tell anyone? How was she now? I wondered if she was still in pain… I had raped her!!!
Everything felt so unreal and uncertain, until a few days later when I encountered her again on campus…
It was noon, and this time she was alone, carrying two lunchboxes, walking towards her dormitory. She must have been bringing lunch to her boyfriend. I walked towards her, and although she saw me, she didn't avoid me, just lowered her head and continued walking. In the instant we passed each other, I quietly said to her, "I'll wait for you downstairs." She looked up slightly, hesitated, and then walked away. And so, no one noticed this exchange between us.
I stood downstairs, unsure if I was actually waiting for her. Because I didn't believe she would come at all. I just stood there. About twenty minutes later, she appeared at the entrance of the apartment building. Her hair was tied up, and she had changed from jeans into a skirt. I turned and walked towards the hotel near the school. I thought she was following behind; even though she was far away, I could feel it.
I booked a room. She followed me in. I intended to find a place where no one could see me to apologize. But unexpectedly, after I locked the door, she threw a coin-operated condom on the bed. "Hurry up this time!" Then she turned and stared at me like last time. I was genuinely shocked. "I...I..." I stammered. "What 'I'? I have things to do this afternoon, hurry up." She walked towards me, and I backed up against the door. She stared into my eyes, her nose less than two centimeters from mine. I could smell the fragrance of her breath. The air seemed to freeze for thirty seconds. Suddenly, she kissed me, kissing my lips. Instinctively, I picked her up, threw her onto the bed, and pounced on her...
This time, I was experienced, especially in such a safe environment. There was no panic like last time. And of course, no thrill either. I believe this is true sex, it's beautiful. I put my arm around her shoulder, embracing her on the bed, kissing her passionately. I sucked on her tongue, swallowed her saliva, and reached my right hand inside her t-shirt, but couldn't find the hooks to her bra. She sensed my embarrassment. "Silly boy, this one's in the front," she said softly, with a slight smile. She sat up, took off her t-shirt with exquisite grace, and then, like a teacher demonstrating to a not-so-bright student, slowly unhooked her bra. In an instant, those two playful little rabbits sprang out. It was the first time I had ever truly observed a girl's breasts. A real, breathing, flesh-and-blood girl, completely naked from the waist up, was sitting in front of me. And I knew what we would do in the near future... Her breasts weren't large, let alone full. But they were full of youthful vitality, slightly upturned, the two little cherries so alluring. She held me in her arms like she was nursing a baby, and I was completely immersed in pleasure. My hands began to gently massage her lower back, knowing this would increase blood flow to her pelvic area, and I occasionally touched her bottom. She began to moan softly. I pulled her onto the bed, and only then did I understand why she had changed her dress—it turned out…
While I was working on her, she wasn't idle either, starting to undress me. Finally, we met in the most primal way. She leaned back against the blankets, her body arching backward. I moved closer. Deep kisses—neck, shoulders, breasts, lower abdomen—and finally, I parted her legs and buried my head in her private parts, in that patch of pubic hair… Her hands stroked my head, emitting even more pleasurable moans. She, who rarely spoke to me, finally spoke at this moment: “Would you like to come in?” I looked up at her. She was looking at me too, but with a completely different look in her eyes, tender and affectionate, entirely unlike the coldness of before. You know, sometimes it's hard for guys to resist a girl's allure; she was too gentle. Actually, my little brother hadn't gone limp since I entered the room. She carefully guided me into her body with both hands, but it still wasn't smooth; although it was slippery, it was still so tight. When I finally mustered the courage and thrust my hips in, this time she cried out completely. I silenced her with my tongue and began to slowly explore thrusting, constantly trying techniques that I had only theoretically known but never practiced. She also began to heat up and respond to me. (Slut)

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