Shy girl

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Like all college graduates, I entered the workforce after graduation. But leaving school left me feeling lost and adrift, as if luck was against me, with one misfortune after another befalling me.

After the disappointments of working odd jobs, the failure of a difficult startup, the shattering of my romantic dreams, and the torment of physical illness, I ultimately chose to return to campus. Perhaps it would offer me temporary peace, or maybe three years of graduate school would bring me good fortune again, or some unexpected gains.

In my most painful and helpless moments, I inexplicably thought of Bai Jing; she had become the reason I chose this school, and my understanding of her was limited to two dramatic encounters on a train.

I was still a senior in college, and after winter break, I would begin my internship.

Since I was studying telecommunications engineering, and my grades were decent, I found a job in Guangzhou without much effort—at a Japanese company.

I had heard that Japanese companies were difficult to work for, but I had initially dismissed it. I was confident in my energy; at school, I often slept at 2 AM and woke up at 7 AM, playing basketball and soccer every day without feeling particularly tired.

After starting work, I realized that studying and working are completely different things, especially with a demanding boss. It's truly unbearable. To put it bluntly, I'm being used like a donkey. There are practically no weekends off; getting one day off a week is a huge blessing. I work more than 12 hours a day, and with tight deadlines, I have to work overtime. Since starting this job, I feel like I haven't slept at all.

I was supposed to go back to school in May to work on my graduation project, but my boss wouldn't let me go, saying it was something that could be done in a week, and I shouldn't go back so early; I could go back in June. He

then threatened that if I went back now, who would cover my job for such a long time? He said I'd have to find someone else.

His words scared me so much that I had to ask the school for leave to go back later.

Fortunately, there's always a way out. In mid-May, a client in Shandong had a problem with their equipment and needed us to send someone to maintain it. I volunteered for the job and shamelessly begged my boss to let me go back to school after the problem was fixed. This time, my boss reluctantly agreed.

Without hesitation, I bought a ticket and boarded the train the next day. I had bought a hard seat ticket, purely out of habit – I was used to hard seats when I was in school. I'd forgotten that business trip tickets were reimbursable. It wasn't until several hours later that I realized my mistake and quickly asked the train conductor to upgrade to a hard sleeper, which was several tens of yuan cheaper than buying a regular hard sleeper ticket.

The carriage was practically empty, only four or five people, probably all having bought their tickets on board.

I found my seat, put down my things, and saw two bags already in the seats next to me. A girl sat on a seat in the aisle, but I didn't even look up, just staring out the window. Thinking there might be something interesting, I looked out too, but there was nothing but clods of dirt.

I sat down on the bed, took out my laptop, and started working on my paper.

The train was a bit bumpy, making writing very uncomfortable. In less than half an hour, my back ached, and I had to lift my head and stretch.

The girl was still sitting on the aisle seat, propping her chin up and looking at the scenery outside.

"Idiot," I thought to myself.

Actually, the girl was quite pretty, with defined features, what you'd call "skinny" in a trendy way. She had long, flowing black hair, delicate eyebrows, and fair skin, somewhat resembling the Taiwanese actress Chen Derong. However, her breasts were very full, creating a stark contrast with the rest of her rather thin body.

I'm not usually attracted to pretty girls because I'm quite average-looking myself. At 1.74 meters tall, I'm neither handsome nor cool, and certainly not burly. On the streets of northern China, someone my size would only be good for looking at the backs of other people's heads.

Plus, I'm not good at charming girls, and pretty girls usually have a strong sense of superiority. I figured if I approached her, I'd just be throwing my enthusiasm at her. So I

never actively try to chat up pretty girls. But to be honest, her appearance made me take a second look, especially her full breasts encased in a black bodysuit. It was hard to imagine how such a slender figure could possess such alluring curves. I stared intently at those mounds of flesh on her chest, and suddenly had the urge to plunge my head into them.

I quickly lowered my head, afraid she would discover my lewd thoughts.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of Li Lei. Although they seemed to have nothing in common, the only thing they might have in common was that they both had full breasts.

Li Lei was on the fuller side, not only her breasts, but also her oval face and plump hips, though her legs and arms didn't seem thick, and she wasn't as fair-skinned as the one in front of me.

I was only in the second year of junior high school when I met her, 13 years old, living in a town outside the city, and I had to take a 40-minute bus ride to the city to go to school every morning.

We lived in the same courtyard and had a good relationship with each other. Back then, the morning buses were usually very crowded, and several children went to school together. I was the oldest, so I always protected the other children, practically a kingpin.

That day, a neighbor who was very close to my family came to my house, accompanied by a girl in her twenties, who said she was her wife's younger sister, Li Lei.

My eyes lit up, a little skeptical. Her wife was short and fat, how could she have such a young and beautiful younger sister? My neighbor said his sister-in-law was also going to the city to study fashion design starting tomorrow, and she'd be riding with us. Knowing the buses weren't easy to get on, he asked me to look after her.

I chuckled and said, "No problem."

My mature demeanor made Li Lei chuckle.

From then on, I had a lucky, pretty companion on my way to school. Her school wasn't far from mine, so we often walked home together. Before long, we were like siblings, even closer than real siblings.

I always took good care of her. She lacked experience on the bus, and being a girl, she was shy about pushing and shoving. I often used my arm to shield her as she boarded. I'm only a small person myself, and I was always exhausted, but I never complained, after all, it was for a pretty girl.

Soon I entered my final year of junior high, and the studies became even more intense. There were no rest days on Sundays; I often had extra classes. Sunday extra classes were the most annoying. When we finished class in the afternoon, it was also the time when people who had gone out shopping were going home. The buses back then were like compressed biscuits, so crowded you couldn't squeeze in even a tiny gap. Although I was a seasoned veteran, I was always exhausted from being squeezed.

When there are pretty girls around, I can still find some joy in my predicament, but unfortunately, Li Lei isn't here; she doesn't need tutoring.

One Sunday afternoon, as usual, I rushed to the bus stop after school when someone called my name: "Xiao Jun." I looked up and saw Li Lei giggling at me.

Today, she was wearing a light green dress with a wide round neck. The fabric wasn't very thick, and the outline of her white bra was faintly visible underneath. The neckline was low, and a jade pendant hung from her slender neck, its lower end resting on the subtle cleavage formed by her firm breasts. The dress's belt was loosely tied at the waist, further emphasizing the fullness of her hips. She exuded the healthy and vibrant aura unique to a woman in her early twenties. I was pleasantly surprised. "What are you doing here? Isn't today your day off?" - "I went shopping today and got my hair done. When I was about to go home, I remembered you had tutoring today, so I thought we could go home together. I came here to wait for you, and sure enough, I ran into you, "

she said excitedly.

"You shouldn't have waited for me today; you should have gone home first," I said, immediately becoming worried.

"Why?" "You've never taken the bus at this time of day before, have you? It's the most crowded now; you could be squeezed half to death," I said.

"Oh, it's okay. You're here to protect me, right? It'll be fine," she laughed.

I gave a wry smile and said, "I'm afraid it's no use now, but don't worry, I'll do my best, haha." Just then, a train pulled into the station, and the crowd surged forward. I pushed, "Hurry up, every train is like this, the sooner the better!" I stretched my arm in front of her, trying to block the people pushing in front and beside me, while using my other hand to push her up. When we were almost at the door, I gripped the handrail tightly with my right hand and pushed forward. With great difficulty, we finally got on. But it seemed the carriage was full, and people behind us tried to squeeze in, but they couldn't move.

Finally, the doors closed, and I stood by the door, while she stood on a step higher than me.

I suddenly realized that my right hand, which had been protecting her, was on something soft.

"What is that?" I thought, and subconsciously squeezed it. At that moment, she suddenly turned around and looked at me. I realized, "It's Li Lei's breast. Oh no, how could I be so stupid? This is bad, she's going to think I'm a pervert." But she didn't say anything, just blushed a little, and turned her head away again.

I felt a little guilty, but the impact of actually touching a breast for the first time was enormous.

So this is what breasts are like—soft, elastic, and in the center, I could vaguely feel something about the size of a small grape, slightly harder than the rest of the body; I guessed it was the nipple.

I remembered seeing women breastfeeding their children, the babies cradling their full, white breasts in their hands, sucking on the nipple with relish. I imagined how wonderful that must feel.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but relive that feeling. Just then, the bus braked, and in that instant, I gently squeezed Li Lei's breast again.

Experiencing this wonderful feeling for the first time, my lower body couldn't resist the stimulation and slowly began to rise. Luckily, I was at the bottom, so even if my penis was erect, it wouldn't touch her; otherwise, I wouldn't know where to put my face.

The bus stopped at a station, some people got off, and we walked into the carriage. I was now at her height, and she took the opportunity to turn around and face me.

My hand, which had been supporting her, slipped down from the support of her breasts and landed on her beautiful buttocks. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, my face flushing. I looked up at her (I was half a head shorter than her at the time), and she seemed fine. So, I didn't want to pull my hand away and rested it comfortably on her firm, shapely buttocks.

We

held onto the handrail with one hand and protected each other with the other, like a couple. I felt a little dazed, still savoring the feeling of my hand touching her breasts. Combined with the exertion of getting on the bus,

I actually fell asleep. The bus jolted violently, waking me from my dream. This was incredibly embarrassing! I was lying on her chest! To make matters worse, I have a bad habit of drooling in my sleep, and some drool had dripped onto her chest, down her cleavage, and into her breasts. I don't know what I was dreaming about, but my penis was sticking out, right between her legs. I blushed deeply and stole a glance at her. Her face was slightly flushed, but her eyes were looking elsewhere, as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps because of what happened on the bus, we were unusually quiet on the way home. When we were almost home, she turned to me and said, "Thank you so much for today, otherwise I would have been crushed to death." I blushed and awkwardly said, "It's nothing." After a while, I said again, "Sis, I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" she asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I didn't mean to," I said, a little embarrassed.

She suddenly realized what I meant, blushing, and said, "What? It's okay, I know." Then she smiled mysteriously and said, "But being dishonest isn't right." What was she referring to? My heart skipped a beat. Did she mean my lower body was dishonest? Or my hand? Did she know everything? Why didn't she say anything? How did she feel? Of course, I didn't dare voice any of these questions.

[The End]

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