A woman 18 years older than me

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She invited me to her place in Anhui, and I went there one weekend.
Because of the six-hour bus ride, I wasn't in good shape that day, which manifested in my premature ejaculation. Fortunately, I also got hard quickly, and we made love all night. Actually, I planned to make love day and night (don't laugh, I really could), but she insisted on taking me out the next day.
H Mountain in late autumn was beautiful, with its forests ablaze with color. Ginkgo, tallow trees, and red maples adorned the autumn foliage. Persimmon trees along the village roads were laden with bright red persimmons, and eagles soared overhead from time to time. We drove through the mountains of H Mountain, the scenery changing with every step. She drove with one hand, and we held hands, both completely absorbed in the moment. At that moment, I didn't feel that the woman beside me was 18 years older than me; I forgot about age, she was my woman.
We saw a flowerbed by the roadside, and she asked me to pick one for her. I picked the most vibrant and largest flower and gave it to her. She was delighted and put it in a vase when we got home. Back home, we made love again without a care in the world. Happy days always pass so quickly. The two-day weekend ended, and I set off to go home. She helped me pack and gave me a red plastic bag filled with clothes and snacks. This scene reminded me of my mother. When I was in high school and lived in the dorms, she would always pack some fruit and cookies in a plastic bag for me to take with me when I left. At that moment, I felt like she was my mother, like a family member.
A week after I returned home, I was drinking in Hangzhou. Slightly tipsy, I received a WeChat message from her. Her profile picture had changed to the wildflower I had picked. I was truly moved at that moment, touched, and also a little gratified. Whether it was because the flower itself was beautiful, or because she liked that I was the one who sent it, I was genuinely happy. I told her, "I'm a little touched. Aren't you afraid I'll fall in love with you?" She said, "No, I'll cherish it. I've always kept the passport photo you gave me." She also said she looked forward to my visit during winter break.
Winter break arrived in the blink of an eye. I lied to my family, saying I was working a part-time job and would come home later. Actually, as soon as the break
started, I bought a ticket and rushed to her place. I have to tell you all about this winter break. From the first night I arrived until the second night, we did it a total of nine times. We did it three times the first night, and the next morning, since she had to go to work, we did it twice more. At noon, she came back and brought me lunch; she was very kind and bought three main dishes just for me. After eating, we sat on the sofa to rest, and I started getting restless, kissing her hand and reaching inside to touch her breasts. Women, you know, these two tricks are enough to arouse them. I stood up, pulled down my pants, revealing my big, erect penis, which made her drool. I turned her over, pulled her pants down halfway, exposing her big buttocks, and then started doing it from behind, pinning her down on the sofa. There were no gentle thrusts, no slow, careful movements; I went straight for the kill. That noon, I did it to her for a very long time; she let loose and kept screaming. Even after I finished, she was still standing there, not quite recovered. After resting, she tidied up and went back to work. That evening, she came home and we did it three more times. I didn't feel tired at all. Although I still had the ability to do it, there were always things preventing us. The first night was Thursday, and she was at work on Friday. I was thinking we could be shameless again on Saturday, but she received a last-minute notice that she had to go on a business trip for two days, Saturday and Sunday. I was helpless and said, "Then I'll go home." She asked me to stay a few more days with her.
We made love on Saturday morning, and that day, miraculously, I made her squirt. Squirting is strange; I didn't even feel it, I just felt my penis involuntarily withdraw. I thought I was going the wrong way and was about to continue when she asked me, "Did you come?" I was confused and said, "No." Looking down, I saw a wet patch on the sheet and said, "It's yours, isn't it? The sheet is all wet." She sat up and looked, "Oh my god, it's the first time someone made me squirt! It felt so good!" This was also the first time I made someone squirt with my penis; after that, no matter how long I penetrated, I never squirted again. Afterwards, we figured it was probably because we'd been doing it for two days in a row, and she got into the mood, making it easier for her to ejaculate. Since we didn't have many opportunities to sleep together every day, it wasn't as easy for her to ejaculate.
On Sunday, she came back and told me she'd started her period. I thought I couldn't wait a week, so I wanted to leave, but she begged me to stay.
After that, it was like she was keeping me hidden away; I spent a week at her house playing games and watching TV. As soon as her period ended, we had sex for a few days, and then I went home just before the New Year.
It's true that the more we did it, the more I loved her; my feelings for her deepened. I was young and passionate; I liked what I liked, loved what I loved, without weighing the pros and cons or holding back. I would love wholeheartedly. But she seemed to always be restraining herself.
After the New Year, I went to see her again, hoping to have a good few days, but after only a day or two of sex, she caught a bad cold. We had a French kiss, and wow, I caught it too! Although it wasn't as bad as hers and I could still get an erection, she didn't want to do it anymore. So I went home. After I got home, she said she was very embarrassed. She had come all this way, and I hadn't been taken good care of; in fact, she had given me a fever.
Then school started, and she came back occasionally. We went on dates as usual. I suggested visiting her, but this time, it made me uneasy. It was like a bucket of cold water being poured on my heart. That night, I joked that I might not have brought enough condoms. She hurriedly pulled out a pack of 003 condoms from her bag and said, "I have some; you left them last time." My heart skipped a beat because 003 is better and more expensive. I usually use 003 first, and then switch to something else. I clearly remember that I kept Okamoto condoms; I would never have left 003. I said, "This isn't mine. Did someone else leave it?" Her expression was a little complicated, but she still insisted, "After you met me, it's only me." The atmosphere became tense, and the arousal vanished. To be honest, I was a little sad and jealous. I felt that I was devoted to her, and it was one thing for her to have someone else, but why did she lie to me? In the end, I didn't pursue the matter further, hugged her, and continued making love.

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