A romantic encounter while stealing underwear

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I once rented an apartment in a university building in Beijing. It was an old building with a diverse population, including students from the university's vocational colleges, self-taught students, and people like me who were just drifting through Beijing. I had a very exciting experience there. I once got my hands on 11 pairs of beautiful underwear, and of course, bras (I wasn't very interested in bras, so I threw them away after masturbating).
Girls always like to hang their underwear to dry in the bathroom, which gave me an opportunity. So, when everyone was asleep at night, I would imitate what I saw on TV, putting a stocking around my neck, then going from the first floor to the fifth floor and stealing it.
The first time I succeeded, I got two. One was creamy blue with lots of tiny holes, like seersucker, and the lining had a faint blue tinge, probably from a sanitary napkin. The other was a light creamy green with lace trim. I don't know why girls' underwear often has a little flower made of ribbon on top; is it just for decoration? Getting it for the first time is always exciting. To be honest, I haven't done it in a long time, and I'm quite scared. Even though my buddy is from the same hometown as "Cuihua," he still gets nervous sometimes.
The second time I got two pairs, one was black lace, and the other was beige and stretchy, probably tight-fitting. The most I ever got was three pairs at once, on the fifth floor. 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 stretchy; 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 stole two pairs of really cute underwear. One was light green with a Libra logo printed in the middle, so it must have belonged to a Libra girl. This pair had menstrual blood stains, about the size of my thumbnail. The other pair was even cuter; it was light orange with a fairy holding a magic wand and "I love Aisha" printed on it. Its design was also unique, with two straps at the crotch. Girls who like to wear underwear like this must be incredibly adorable.
Actually, I have 12 pairs, but I don't plan to return this last one to its owner, who now recognizes me because we had some "intimate contact." She agreed to let me keep this little pair of panties as a "souvenir." Since the words are already on my lips, I'll just say them. Otherwise, it would seem like I'm not being sincere in making friends, right?
It was late 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 incredibly exciting. Just then, I heard the sound of slippers in the distance. I was so startled that I quickly hid behind the door, holding my breath and afraid to make a sound. Judging from the footsteps, it was a girl. She went into the toilet next to the washroom. But this floor was the boys' dormitory; how could there be a girl there? Suddenly, it dawned on me: 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, intending to make my move after she left. At that moment, I couldn't help but imagine a girl's body; what happiness it would be to hold her in my arms, and even better, to go further. But although I wasn't ugly, I was thin and small, less than 1.65 meters tall. Girls wouldn't even glance at me. I'd never mustered the courage to pursue a girl. A boy's instinctive desires were always suppressed within me. So borrowing things from the older girls was a reluctant "choice." Just then, the girl came out of the restroom. She went to the washroom, probably to wash her hands. The instant she entered, in the dim moonlight (the washroom light had long been broken), I saw it was her. The girl who often walked with her boyfriend on campus. Thin, about 1.63 meters tall, she wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a certain charm. She went to the sink but didn't wash her hands; instead, she lifted her pajamas and put her feet in the water. She must have accidentally splashed urine on her feet. Thinking of that wet little hole, my little brother suddenly swelled up. My mouth was dry, and I couldn't help but swallow hard. Our pool was particularly high, so she had to lift her nightgown. I immediately saw her white panties and her round little buttocks. I couldn't hold back any longer. I don't know where I got the courage. I rushed behind her. She must have realized someone was pouncing on her, still half asleep. 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 those words. With one hand covering her mouth, I lifted her nightgown and started taking off her panties. She must have been stunned by the sudden situation. After a moment, she began to react, struggling desperately. Girls are much stronger than usual at this time, and although I'm small, I have 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 against the wall. This not only prevented her from kicking me but also kept her firmly pinned 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, but 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 pace, trying to kiss her mouth, but she shook her head from side to side, refusing to let me kiss her. So I gave up. She had just urinated, so her vagina was wet, and I easily inserted a finger. When she realized that I had broken through 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 resisted fiercely, but this time she gently hugged me and pressed her body against mine. This was a clear message: I could have your body, but you can't kiss me. I understood perfectly, so I focused solely on my movements below. When her attention shifted to below, I clearly felt my fingers being tightly clamped. So tight, could she still be 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 struck again. Despite the lot of fluid, only about a third of my glans could penetrate. She softly cried out, "It hurts!" and desperately tried to close her legs. I tried several times without success. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I tickled her armpit, and she giggled. I took advantage of the moment and thrust my penis in. "Ah!" This time she really screamed. I was afraid of disturbing someone, and she was probably afraid of being found out, so she quickly buried her head in my chest.
I gently thrust in and out of her, afraid of hurting her again, but I knew she was still in pain. She was 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. It was then that I realized how strong I was in this area. I was able to resist the urge to ejaculate again and again. She didn't immediately climax either. It was truly a "match made in heaven." I couldn't delay any longer; I saw the sky outside the window beginning to lighten, and it would be terrible if someone saw us. 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 searching for the feeling of ejaculation. Finally, at the very moment I gently bit her throat with my teeth, I released my scalding semen into her body. The feeling at that moment was as wonderful as a lion on the African savanna finally 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 whole morning, replaying every detail of what had happened a few hours earlier. I was also a little scared. Would she call the police? Would she tell anyone? How was she? Was she still in pain?... I had raped her!!!
Everything felt so unreal and uncertain, until I ran into her again on campus a few days later...
It was noon, and this time she was alone, carrying two lunchboxes, walking towards the dormitory. She must be bringing lunch for 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 briefly, hesitated, and then walked away. And so, neither of us noticed this exchange of words.
I stood downstairs, unsure if I was waiting for her. I didn't believe she would come. I just stood there. About twenty minutes later, she appeared at the apartment building entrance. Her hair was tied up, and she had changed from jeans into a skirt. I turned and walked towards the school's hotel. I think she was following behind; though she was far away, I could feel it.
I booked a room. She followed me in. I intended to apologize to her where no one could see me. But unexpectedly, after I locked the door, she tossed a coin-operated condom onto the bed. "Hurry up this time!" she said, turning to stare at me like last time. I was genuinely startled. "I...I..." I stammered. "What? I have things to do this afternoon, hurry up." She walked towards me, and I backed myself 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 scooped her up, threw her onto the bed, and pounced on her...
This time, I was completely at ease, especially in such a safe environment. There was none of the panic I felt last time, and of course, none of the excitement. I thought this was true sex, something beautiful. I put my arm around her shoulder, held her close on the bed, and kissed her passionately. I sucked on her tongue, swallowed her saliva, and reached my right hand inside her t-shirt, but couldn't find the hook on 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'd ever truly observed a girl's breasts like this—a real, breathing, flesh-and-blood girl, completely naked from the waist up, sitting right in front of me. And I knew what we would be doing soon… Her breasts weren't large, let alone full. But they were brimming with youthful vitality; their lips were slightly upturned, and the two little cherries were 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, because I knew this would increase blood flow to her pelvic area, and I occasionally gave her bottom a little attention. She began to moan softly. I pulled her down onto the bed, and only then did I understand why she had changed her dress—it turned out…
While I was working hard, she wasn't idle either, starting to undress me. Finally, we met in the most primal way. She leaned back against the blanket, her body arching backward. I went to meet her. Deep kisses, neck, shoulders, breasts, lower abdomen, finally I parted her legs and buried my head in her private parts, in that patch of pubic hair... Her hands stroked my head, letting out even more pleasurable moans. She, who rarely communicated with me verbally, finally spoke at this moment: "Come in, okay?" I looked up at her. She was looking at me too, but with a completely different look in her eyes, tender and affectionate, completely different from the cold feeling before. You know, sometimes it's hard for guys to resist the temptation of girls, she's so gentle. Actually, my little brother hadn't gone limp since I entered her. She carefully guided me into her body with both hands, still not smoothly, although it was slippery, it was still so tight. When I gritted my teeth and thrust my hips in with force, this time she cried out completely. I silenced her mouth with my tongue and began to slowly probe with my tongue. I kept trying techniques that I had only known theoretically but had never practiced before. She, in turn, began to warm up and respond to me.

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