A young woman taught me how to love.

My birthday falls on the Dragon Boat Festival, which is quite a coincidence. When I was little, I always thought my mom deliberately chose that day to give birth to me, which is why I especially love eating zongzi (sticky rice dumplings). Once, on my birthday, I was studying alone in another city. I really wanted to eat zongzi, so I went to the supermarket and bought some zongzi and duck eggs, and shared them with my classmates. They laughed at me, saying that no one celebrates their birthday like that, that I was being stingy by not treating them to a nice meal. Tomorrow is both the Dragon Boat Festival and my birthday, but I won't be able to eat zongzi. Although there are so many delicious things and gifts, deep down, I still want to eat a zongzi.
But no one would treat me, so I decided to buy some zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) as a birthday gift to myself for breakfast tomorrow. I went out to buy zongzi, and just as I stepped out the door, my phone rang. It was a text message; I thought it was someone wishing me a happy birthday in advance. But when I opened it, it read, "This is Ya Ru. Do you remember me? Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and also your birthday. If I'm not mistaken, am I? How about we go out for a meal tomorrow, just the two of us?"
This text message surprised me. I was surprised because I hadn't contacted Ya Ru for a year since our breakup, and I even changed my phone number during that time. I was happy because I had the chance to celebrate my birthday with my ex-girlfriend before graduating from university. Have you ever had this experience? Having something beautiful for too long only to be forced to give it up leaves you with a constant sense of unease, as if trapped in a dream world shrouded in that beautiful thing?
That's how I felt about my beautiful ex-girlfriend, Yaru. And now, this illusion has been shattered by this beautiful thing, and reality has fallen into your hands again. So what? I replied to her: "Thank you for remembering my birthday. See you at Peninsula Cafe tomorrow at 11:30 am."
Why describe Ya Ru? Physically, she's 164cm tall, weighs 47kg, and has a face like Vivian Chow, with long, beautiful legs and a slender waist—she certainly captivates countless men. She's a bit of a mismatch for an average guy like me, neither tall nor handsome. During my freshman year, during a basketball game between our school and hers, my passable skills caught her attention.
After that, she was won over by my relentless pursuit. Of course, there was something special about us that was key to solidifying our relationship. We were born in the same year, a year with two Dragon Boat Festivals in the lunar calendar; I was born on the first, and she on the second. Was this fate?
I ate breakfast early in the morning, and I kept the zongzi I bought yesterday to share with Yaru at noon. I tidied myself up and went out.
When I arrived at Peninsula Cafe, it was already 10:45. The cafe was still relatively quiet, as this time of day falls between breakfast and lunch, especially since it was the Dragon Boat Festival. I chose a window seat on the second floor and, remembering Ya Ru's habit of being late, ordered a coffee and started reading the newspaper.
Suddenly, a beautiful figure, carrying a faint scent of perfume, wafted up from behind me. I looked up and saw a tall, slender waitress, around 25 years old, wearing a pink shirt and black skirt, smiling at me as she held my coffee: "Sir, your coffee! Please enjoy!"
"Thank you!" As she put down her coffee, I looked at her. Her face was beautiful and charming! And the round breasts peeking out from under her shirt made me linger.
"Sir, sir, please call me if you need anything. I'm employee number 2042." The waiter was a little embarrassed.
"Okay, okay!" I snapped out of my daze, feeling a bit flustered. Watching her retreating figure, especially her full, swaying hips, left me with a mixture of pleasure and loss. I had no interest in reading the newspaper at that moment, my eyes glued to her every move. She seemed to notice, her face flushing slightly, and her behavior becoming somewhat unnatural.
"Hey handsome! So early! Happy birthday!"
I hadn't heard that sweet voice in so long; it felt both familiar and strange. I put down the newspaper, and Ya Ru was standing in front of me, smiling, carrying a cake box. Ya Ru had changed a lot since I'd last seen her. She was wearing a white silk short-sleeved top and a purple ruffled knee-length skirt, cinched at the waist with a red bow silk belt—she looked both elegant and sexy!
"Please sit down, happy birthday!" I stood up very gentlemanly.
"You remember my birthday too, but I only celebrate my Gregorian calendar birthday now."
"Alright, we need to keep up with the times! Happy holiday." I didn't want to ask why, and there was no need to.
After a moment of silence, Ya Ru finally spoke up, "Do you have any holiday gifts for me? I've prepared a birthday cake for you."
I took out a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling). "It's filled with red bean paste. It used to be your favorite. I didn't know..." I didn't finish my sentence. She snatched the zongzi away, pouting triumphantly, "I've always loved eating it." We smiled at each other, and then fell silent.
And I took the opportunity to properly admire the stunning beauty before me. Although I had seen or rather possessed every part of her body before, a year had passed, and things had changed, presenting a completely different sight. Her skin was fair and delicate, her eyes, though made up, were captivating and alluring, and her red lips added a touch of bewitching charm—a perfect blend of youth and maturity. She seemed secretly pleased to see me staring at her, perhaps she had grown accustomed to being the center of attention.
I called the waitress, and it was that beautiful 2042 again. She glanced at Yaru, then at me, and put the menu down, her eyes somewhat unreadable. I deliberately made eye contact with her for a few seconds, and she lowered her head.
At the dinner table, Ya Ru and I were as close as ever. Although we both knew things weren't the same as before, it wasn't so bad to act like old friends. We talked about the year since our breakup. She said she found a boyfriend, taller and more handsome than me, but not as gentle and considerate, and certainly not as manly as I was. They broke up after less than three months. When she asked me about it, I simply recounted my boring life of job hunting and playing basketball every day, and was finally scolded as a "forever boring Taoist priest." Strangely, after scolding me, she started crying again, constantly covering her face with tissues. I felt a pang of heartache, but also utterly helpless. She broke up with me because she said I was unromantic and never understood romance except in bed. How could I not feel sad thinking about that?
I sat down beside her and silently wiped away her tears. She suddenly pushed me away and burst into tears again. I pulled her into my arms without hesitation, letting her hit and scold me. I still didn't say a word; my mouth was still clumsy.
"I love you, Yaru!" I managed to utter those words.
"Who would believe that you've said so many sweet words in the past two years, but never these three words? Who would believe you today?"
I was speechless. I paid the bill hastily, took Ya Ru's hand, and walked out. Ya Ru was confused but very happy, and kept making noise. I took her to the basketball court where we first met, the street lamp where I first confessed my feelings to her, the pond where I first kissed her, and the little Lover's Hill where I first carried her on my back... I told her that I had never forgotten her.
"Shall we start over? I don't want to miss you again." I held her small hand.
The answer I received was hesitant, and Ya Ru finally uttered three words, "I'm tired." Perhaps she really was tired. Disappointed, I wanted to hug her again, but she neither refused nor agreed. This left me in despair.
"Let me take you home. Happy holidays and happy birthday!"
"Give me some time, okay?" Ya Ru asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
After seeing her off, I felt utterly dejected. Perhaps I was wrong; I shouldn't have turned back. Or perhaps I shouldn't have loved so deeply that we became like strangers. I walked along the street, feeling lost and uncertain, until the clock on the TV tower struck four. I still couldn't resist calling Ya Ru again, but when I reached for my phone, I found my pockets were empty.
I realized that my phone and cake were still in the coffee shop.
When we found our seats, they were already occupied by another middle-aged couple. I remembered the server from room 204. After searching for a while without finding him, I asked at the front desk and was told that one of their staff had returned the item to the owner.
當我發現這個生日過得並不如意灰心喪氣時，我有點後悔自己的決定。亞茹就這麼走了，而他所謂的事主可就是我呀。會不會是那個美女服務員尋我去了。
正想著，那陣熟悉的香味又從我面前飄過。我認出了她。她很驚訝也看到了我。
她剛從更衣室出來，換了一身衣服。紅色無袖絲質連衣裙，惹人眼球，勾人鼻血。
「找手機嗎？在我這。剛有電話過來，我以為是你打來的，原來是你朋友，我說下班送給你朋友再由她給你。」她很溫婉，慢條斯理地說著。
「哦，謝謝。真的感謝！」我欣喜若狂。她遞給我手機，我望著她那雙縴細柔弱的玉手，緩緩接過。「我幫你揀到手機，怎麼報答我呢？」她似玩笑又非玩笑地說。
「請你喝咖啡吧？」覺得是真的需要一個人來開導一下自己，更何況是個成熟美女。
「和你喝咖啡估計也會和那個女孩一樣，我才不呢，陪我出去散散步，我剛下班。」
「好，我先請你吃個晚飯，再送你回家吧。」
「好吧！就這樣。」敲著她說話的樣子，難以想象她是對一個比她少至少三歲的男子說的。我怦然心動。
我選了一個僻靜的小飯店，僻靜就取這個靜！她也贊同。飯菜呢，她點了火鍋。這靜和這熱來的也太巧，令人啼笑皆非！她告訴我她叫雨婷，今年26歲，剛結婚又剛離婚。剛看見我和亞茹的一幕，使她想起自己的婚姻，說話間她唰唰地流出了眼淚。
我遞給她紙巾，只听她道︰「我原來的男朋友和你一樣不善表達，我也十分厭煩。兩人吵吵鬧鬧好多年，最後他爸媽嫌棄我工作反對我們。他突然奮不顧身地維護我，可還是出了事故……」她沒有說下去，一邊喝著酒一邊哭。
「抱抱我好嗎！」我左右為難。
她卻痴痴地笑了，身子一軟，倒在我懷里。酒精的作用加上懷中尤物，我神智恍惚。我扶起雨婷，行走在人影依稀的大街上，听著她在我耳邊低音胡話，意志已接近崩潰邊緣。突然，她雙手摟住我脖子，嘴巴吻了上來，我不知如何是好只得接住。她吻得很有技巧，一時上半唇一時下半唇一時大開大合。我失去了理智，一手摟住她的細腰，一手撫摸她的香肩，盡情地吻著。我們忘卻了時間，忘卻了地點，也顧不了街上零星穿梭的車輛。我被她的舌頭融化了，雙手緊緊抱住她，她那高聳地乳房硬硬地抵在我的胸口。
「去我家！」她嘴唇放開我的舌頭。
一開門，我便摟住她細腰，手在她豐滿的臀部上撫摸。兩人又瘋狂地接吻。
她穿的是一身絲質連衣裙，摸起來也有質感。她的臀部大而又圓，接吻時還不停扭動，真羨煞神仙。我把她按在門後，瘋狂地吻著她的香頸，雙手揉著她的乳房。
本來就很豐挺的乳房在情欲的刺激已經暴漲得像兩個圓球。雨婷輕哼著，意亂情迷地接受著我的愛撫，身體上下左右搖晃。我的右手從裙下探進她的大腿內側，觸手可及的豐臀在丁字褲的襯托下更加性感。我用嘴巴隔著絲質衣服舔弄著她的乳房，雙手大力揉搓著她的大臀，不時提起她那細小的丁字褲，勒的雨婷哼哼不斷。
「摸我下面，摸我。」雨婷一邊呻吟一邊有氣無力地用手引導我。我撥開她那已經濕透的小內褲，手指在陰唇上來回摩挲。「啊……啊，繼續。」「啊，手指插進去，老公，插進去。」雨婷有點瘋狂，我卻沒有用手指插進她的小穴，而用舌頭代替了手指。雨婷靠在門上扭擺著身子，口中一直念念有詞。她的小穴紅潤爆滿，呈饅頭狀，陰毛依稀點綴著這個美穴。我先用舌頭舔著陰唇，一下舔一下大口深吸，弄得雨婷呻吟聲越來越大。輕輕撥開她的陰唇，里面的風景令人垂涎欲滴。舌頭在外圍舔了一圈，然後返回中心來回撥弄，還有那個凸起的陰蒂。
「嗯……老公，啊……老公……我要……深點……」舌頭在穴口模擬陽具上下抽插，雙手還是念念不忘她那風騷性感的臀部。雨婷的玉手也不听使喚地撫摸著自己的乳房。「老公……快來愛我，我要……嗯……啊……」我的陽具也脹得下體疼痛，脫下牛仔褲和內褲，把她抱放在沙發邊。她摸著我的陽具含情脈脈地望著我，一口吸了起來。
和亞茹也做愛很多次，但是從未有過口交的經歷，刺激和快感從下體涌來，我深吸了一口氣方才定神。雨婷的口技不是很好，但是還是不知疲倦地吃著我的肉棒，偶爾還含住我的睪丸。想想這麼一個美婦，穿著絲質連衣裙，身材無可挑剔，卷起裙擺為我口交，真是美不勝收。「雨婷，讓我愛你！」
「好。」雨婷倚靠沙發，張開美腿，我握著我的大肉棒慢慢靠近，然後用龜頭舔舔她的陰唇。「老公，進來……我要你插我……快……啊……」在她還沒有說完的時候，我突然大力插了進去。「你真壞！」「啊……好刺激……啊……嗯……」雨婷在我插進來不久自己動了起來。她的穴很緊，而且很滑，絕對的極品。
我摟住她的雙臀，借力抽插，也更加親密接觸。她抱住我的脖子，嘴巴緊緊咬住。「啊……嗯……啊……老公……用力。」我三淺一深，左三右二地抽插著，並和她接吻。雨婷也用自己的小穴吸著我的陽具，讓我幾次差點把持不住。這就是成熟的魅力。
我也忘了插了多少下，她擦拭著我身上的汗水，憐惜地說︰「我上面，你歇會。」雨婷抓住我的陽具慢慢地找尋著那個小穴，慢慢地滑進，雨婷不住地呻吟，如哭如睡。她的動作越來越快，幅度也越來越大，但是她掌握得得當，沒有一次肉棒滑出來。我揉捏著她的乳房，把她的裙子一把脫掉。白色胸罩完全遮不住里面的風光，大半個乳房早早顯露在外面。我迫不及待地扯下胸罩，一口吸住她那紅紅的乳頭。
雨婷尖叫一聲，十分受用，更加賣力地抽插。「老公……你好棒……你雞巴真大，好硬……我好喜歡。」「啊……我要死了，啊……」我用手、舌頭攻擊著她的美乳，她用她又緊又窄的美穴包圍我的下體。雙方你來我往。雨婷的乳房不但大，還且富有彈性，吹彈可破，乳暈適中，乳頭粉紅，怎不叫我愛不釋手？
「嗯……我的乳房美嗎？喜歡吃嗎？用力吸我的乳頭！嗯……啊……」雨婷興致大開，我也不加保留。起身將她拉到沙發地板上站定，她此時翹著那個又肥嫩又性感的屁股等著我插入。我大力插了進去，直覺進入得更加深遠。
「老公，用力用力。干我。」在她的鼓勵下，我逐漸加快了節奏，雙手握住美臀拼命地抽插。也不管什麼技巧，只覺得這時間永遠這麼停滯就好。
「啊……我要泄了……我要泄了！嗯……啊！」雨婷不停扭動，屁股前後收縮，知她要到高潮了。「啊……」在雨婷瘋狂地叫床聲中我把我的精液全全交與她的子宮……
醒來時發現自己躺在一張席夢思上，外面陽光明媚。我心中一驚，趕緊尋找雨婷。這時從浴室傳來洗澡聲，我朦朧中走了過去。門沒有鎖上，我從門縫中瞧見了是雨婷曼妙的身姿。我悄悄大開門，從後面一把抱住她，雙手緊緊抓住她的大乳房。雨婷先是一驚，回頭看是我便與我接吻起來。
我脫掉內褲與雨婷赤裸裸忘情地吻著，然後身體地每一個部分，佔有她的美穴還有乳房。！最刺激的是我從她臀部抱起她站在噴頭下，她倚著牆壁瘋狂地抽插。若不是有牆壁我怕我體力不支難以完成這一動作。
「你太像他了。包括做愛。」
「是嗎？」
「他做愛從不說話，但是會很溫柔又恨瘋狂地滿足我。但是他不會抱起我來……」雨婷和我躺在床上，事後的她說起來臉色緋紅。還是有點害羞！「好好愛那個姑娘吧。邊走我們的老路。」
「但是，我……你……」我說不上話來。
「我們只是身體需要，也是我們的緣分。而感情不只是緣分和身體，更多的是愛。可以隨隨便便和女人上床，但不能隨隨便便對待一分真愛。」
對于這個現在還躺在自己懷里的女人，我不知道是感謝還是自責。瘋狂地一夜之後還有這麼善意地勸告。我是不是有點愛上她了呢？但是我的亞茹……我說不上話，只是抱住這個陌生又熟悉的女人，此時此刻她于我像妻子更像母親，她擦掉我眼角的淚，深深地吻住我的眼楮。
For the next few days, I was in a daze. I texted Yuting a lot, and we even slept together once! This infatuation made me a little panicked. I know I love Yaru, so did Yaru arrange our meeting, or did Yuting arrange our ending? I received Yaru's call on Sunday afternoon, a rainy afternoon. She told me she came to see me but was stuck in the rain halfway there, unable to go forward or backward. Yuting handed me an umbrella and smiled at me. I hesitated for a moment and ran out.
My timely arrival eased Aru's exhaustion and disappointment somewhat. Aru laughed and cried at me at the same time.
That night, I took Yaru back to my rented room. In the simple room, Yaru, soaking wet, allowed me to admire her beautiful figure once again; her bra and panties were merely decorations. Especially that transparent bra.
I quickly stripped Ya Ru of her soaked clothes and kissed her tongue. The difference between Ya Ru's beauty and Yu Ting's beauty was that Yu Ting possessed a mature charm, while Ya Ru was youthful and captivating. Although Ya Ru's figure was also curvaceous, her breasts were still somewhat full, and her hips were not as slender. She lacked a bit of maturity but had more vitality. We kissed each other, in the 69 position, her favorite position. Her lower body was still so easily aroused. I took her clitoris into my mouth, then released it, and inserted my fingers inside.
Yaru moaned and groaned, savoring the pleasure each of my thrusts brought her. Her high, firm breasts were rosy and dewy, her waist slender, her legs long and shapely, and her wet, inviting opening. As I entered, it was like a spring of sweet water. "Mmm...husband, so beautiful, I want you so much...mmm..." We began to thrust on her side, lifting one of her jade-like legs, her white breasts swaying with each stroke. Her long, wavy hair swayed against the headboard. "Husband, I love you...I want to give myself to you...ah..."
I rhythmically thrust into that clean and sweet cave, stroking her clitoris with my fingers. Yaru's sounds were soft at first, but grew louder and louder. She would occasionally turn to kiss my nipples, moaning incessantly. I hoisted her long legs onto my shoulders and thrust in from the front, making my final sprint. "Ah...husband...husband," Yaru finally let go, moaning wildly. "Husband, fuck me...ah...husband...fuck me...I love your big cock."
I slapped her buttocks, stimulating her sensitive nerves. "Wife, I love you too, you're mine, I want to fuck your cunt every day." "Husband, fuck me every day from now on, ah... I want it now... harder, faster! Big cock in my cunt." We talked lewdly to each other, thrusting hard, slamming into her uterus again and again, and Ya Ru cried out again and again. "Big cock brother, give it to me, I'm going to cum, I'm having an orgasm, ah..."
I woke up early and checked my phone. There was a text from Yuting: "Has the rain stopped? Yuting is all better." I took a deep breath, looked at the naked body on the bed, and replied, "Yuting, thank you. The rain has stopped, but not yet!"
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