Memories of Time 6

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Part Six: Spying on Her, Getting Her

In 1996, I entered an ordinary university in the provincial capital. The school was located on the outskirts of a small town, and the environment was quite nice. In my first month at the school, I explored all the toilets on campus and discovered several suitable for peeping. During my three years at the school, I watched nearly a thousand girls use the toilets.
One of the toilets was located in the Chinese Department teaching building, which had five floors. The best spot was on the fourth floor. There were many ginkgo trees planted in front of and behind the teaching building, making the bottom three floors poorly lit. The fifth floor was too quiet and inefficient, not satisfying the psychology of a young peeping tom. The teaching building was quite large, with twenty-four classrooms on each floor. The main staircase was in the middle of the building, and the toilets were at the ends of each floor. To get to the toilet, you had to walk down the corridor along one side of the main staircase, pass the auxiliary staircase next to the last classroom door, walk down a corridor the length of the toilet, and turn at the balcony. There you would see the men's and women's toilet doors. You had to go past the men's toilet first, and at the end of the balcony was the women's toilet door. There was a long cement platform on the balcony between the men's and women's toilets with three handwashing faucets. Upon entering the women's restroom, two large water tanks hung on the walls on either side of the entrance. Directly opposite were two rows of stalls along the walls. Each stall, with a door, was made of 1.6-meter-long, yellowish-brown plywood, about 5 centimeters thick, and approximately 1.5 meters long. There was a 10-centimeter gap between the front and back partitions and the ground, while the door and side partitions were almost flush with the floor. There were six squatting stalls on each side, requiring climbing two steps to open the door and enter the stall. On the left-hand exterior wall, about two meters up, was a row of windows, allowing both ventilation and light. Therefore, the lighting below the third floor was poor, as trees blocked some of the light, especially on cloudy days; when a woman squatted down, it was completely dark below.
I liked to wait by the main staircase in the corridor for girls to go to the restroom. This way, I could roughly see their faces and figures, and then decide whether to follow them. I rarely waited in one stall. First, I couldn't be sure which stall a girl would go to, and second, I couldn't be sure she would go to the stall in front of or behind me. In either case, I would have to change positions, and if another girl came during that time, it would be very dangerous. After I followed one girl, if another girl came, I would have to stay in the stall and wait for an opportunity to slip out without a backup. So this hobby also honed my ability to be observant and attentive. Or, I would arrive at the restroom a few minutes before the end of a class and choose a stall with a good view based on the weather and lighting. This way, I could see many girls using the restroom during those ten minutes, and then find an opportunity to leave when no one was around after class.
This kind of peeping continued for a long time. Because I had only been in university for a short time, and university restrooms were not like public restrooms off-campus, I didn't dare to be too brazen. So, I just kept watching the vaginas and buttocks of many female students in the Chinese Literature Department, whether I was in front of or behind them.
Actually, as long as you don't harass girls, this kind of careful peeping at them while they're using the restroom is quite safe. The main danger comes when you come out of the women's restroom. If a girl happens to be using the restroom, it becomes more troublesome. I always listen carefully to the sounds outside while I'm in the stall. If it's quiet, I walk to the restroom door without leaving the stall and listen carefully to the sounds from the balcony and corridor. If someone comes in, regardless of gender, I quickly choose a stall under the cistern and repeat the previous steps, confirming everything repeatedly until I leave the restroom safely and quickly, at least washing my hands under the middle faucet. Only then am I truly safe.
I had a girlfriend at school then, a few months after I entered the university. I remember it was after the school's "December 9th" commemorative performance that I confessed my feelings to her and we started dating. Actually, my initial reason for pursuing this girl was simply because I had spied on her in the restroom several times. Her vagina was the type I really liked, and at that time, besides spying on her, I also wanted to sleep with her. As a result, we lost our virginity to each other in a rented room off-campus. She also freed me from the embarrassment of relying on my penis to satisfy my physical needs during college. Unfortunately, we broke up after graduation for various reasons. We lived in different cities and never saw each other again.
The first time I spied on her was during my first National Day holiday in college. My hometown was only about 100 kilometers away from the provincial capital. A six-yuan bus ticket was enough to take me home, so I would go home on weekends. During the National Day holiday, I would tell my parents that I wanted to go to the provincial capital with my new classmates from college. In reality, I would just hang out with one or two new roommates in the parks and scenic spots in the provincial capital for those few days. Most of the time, I would be alone on campus, exploring the few spots I had scouted. At that time, many students from other provinces didn't go home for the holidays. Besides playing, many students were also studying in the library and teaching buildings.
Coincidentally, my girlfriend hadn't gone home either. We hadn't spoken much at that time. One afternoon, she was studying in a classroom on the fourth floor of the Chinese department. I had been wandering around the campus and then came back to check each classroom to see if anyone was there. That's when I spotted her. There were probably no more than ten people on the whole floor, including a few girls. Everyone else was studying, but I could only take advantage of the warm autumn afternoon sun to bask in the sun on the desk at the back of the classroom and doze off. I chose the classroom on the same side as my girlfriend's classroom, next to the auxiliary staircase. There was no one there. I opened the back door, lay down on the last row of seats, and pretended to sleep, waiting for a girl to go to the bathroom.
It was past 3 PM, and usually people would be using the restroom by then. Students, both boys and girls, passed by my door. I took the opportunity to glance at two girls, while my future girlfriend was still in the classroom reading. Gradually, past 4 PM, the number of students on this floor decreased. Then I heard the distinctive echo of a girl's leather shoes walking in the corridor, getting closer and closer to me. This instantly snapped me out of my boredom. A girl in a beige trench coat passed by my door, her footsteps continuing towards the balcony. I quickly ran to the door and looked around. The corridor was quiet except for my girlfriend's silhouette. Once her back turned onto the balcony, I followed her, quietly approaching the women's restroom door. I heard the stall door close, but I couldn't go in. The stalls were only 1.6 meters high; given my girlfriend's height, if she faced the door, she could see the entrance from above. When I heard the sound of urine hitting the drain, I tiptoed into the women's restroom. The sound came from the third stall on the right. I gently opened the door to the second stall. Because of the steps, I could see into the third stall by bending down slightly.
The first thing I saw was a white, tender, peach-shaped buttock under the partition, flanked by a pair of rose-colored ankle boots, which accentuated its cuteness. I felt instantly excited. Without going up the steps, I stuck my head through the half-open door of the second stall and carefully observed this round mound of flesh so close to me. Urine was still dripping from the gap in the middle. I couldn't see anything in front, only her anus contracting and expanding with the urine. Then a piece of yellow feces slowly squeezed out, followed by a stench that filled my nostrils. So much so that I liked to call her "Little Stinky" afterward. She just thought it was a nickname for her, unaware that it stemmed from my first impression of her body.
Since she's going to make things big, I can watch her for a while longer. So I'm not in a hurry. I slowly leave the women's restroom and run to the balcony to observe the corridor. The autumn sunlight shines through the windows into the classroom and then through the classroom door into the corridor, making the corridor look mottled. There is not a sound of people. The entire fourth floor is quiet.
Suppressing my excitement, I returned to the women's restroom. This time, I only opened the second stall to peek at her buttocks without lingering. I went straight to the fourth stall, gently opened the door, went in, and closed it again, just in case a girl suddenly walked in. I crouched down, facing the wall as slightly as possible, supporting myself with my hands on the floor opposite the toilet stall. I lowered my head and turned to my right, and a delicate vulva appeared before my eyes. The entire vulva was plump; I later learned that this was called a "steamed bun vulva." Especially after we got together, when she lay naked on the bed, her mons pubis looked like a round, plump steamed bun with a small slit, standing out below her flat abdomen, making one's blood boil at first sight. A small patch of dark downy hair on the mons pubis parted from above the clitoris, running diagonally down the inner thighs along the labia majora until it began to close at the vaginal opening. Finally, it blended together slightly at the perineum, completely exposing the vulva within the oval circle formed by the pubic hair. The clitoris was not visible; it was just a small, protruding piece of tender flesh. The two short labia minora, due to the swelling of the vulva, parted slightly from below the clitoris, revealing a small pinkish patch of tender flesh in the center and the urethral opening that appeared and disappeared intermittently. Then, the two tender flesh extended downwards, clinging tightly together just before reaching the vaginal opening, completely concealing it. They only separated slightly near the perineum, where the muscles of the vaginal opening formed a charming upward curve. A small amount of clear female secretion seeped from the vaginal opening and hung at the very bottom of the curve.
I just stared at the girl's genitals, I loved that type so much. I thought to myself how wonderful it would be to have sex with a girl like that someday, little did I know that this dream would come true just over two months later.
For a good five or six minutes, I kept my eyes glued to the girl's genitals. When the girl unconsciously wiggled her buttocks, I couldn't help but reach out and touch my already erect penis with my left hand. I quickly got up, gently moved my slightly numb legs, listened to the sounds outside the door, and quietly left that stall. I quickly entered the second stall behind the girl, and peeked out from above. I saw the girl's back as she squatted down. Her beige trench coat and long, flowing hair made me a little hard again as I looked at her slender figure from behind. When I leaned down again and saw her tender, white buttocks under the partition, I couldn't resist squatting over the toilet and taking out my hard penis to masturbate. Perhaps it was because I had thoroughly examined her lower body from all angles that I had received ample sensory stimulation, coupled with intense fantasies about having sex with her, that I ejaculated not long after. Although I was aiming at the cleft between her buttocks, the trembling of my body and penis almost caused me to ejaculate onto her tender white buttocks. This gave me a thrilling tremor of climax, but also a moment of fear. This mixture of emotions plunged me into a deep sense of pleasure, a feeling of floating on clouds, but it only lasted for a few dozen seconds. Immediately afterward, a sense of guilt and emptiness filled my entire body, and all I could think about was leaving this place as soon as possible.
When I finished washing my hands and returned to the back of the classroom to wait for her to come out, my mind was filled with that image of her swollen vulva and white peach-shaped buttocks. As the girl gracefully walked past me, the sunlight gilded her profile, and my gaze remained fixed on her face, unable to move an inch. As she passed the classroom door, she seemed to instinctively turn her head and see me, paused slightly, and then smiled gently at me.

"Hi, you didn't go home for the holiday either?"
"Ah... oh, I didn't want to go back. I'm just wandering around the provincial capital for the holiday."
I didn't expect her to talk to me. I was stunned for a moment before I came to my senses, stammering a little, feeling a little embarrassed, and also a little hopeful.
"What about you? You're just studying in the classroom for the holiday? You don't have to work so hard, do you?"
"Me? My home is in another province, too far away. It's inconvenient to go back, so I'm staying at school."
The girl revealed a small canine tooth, which made me even more flustered. Without thinking, I asked,
"Oh, really? Want to go shopping sometime?"
"Sure, I have to go back to my dorm now. Let's meet up sometime. Goodbye!"
"Ah, goodbye..."
The girl smiled and waved to me, then vanished from my sight...

The next day, we spent the day together at the People's Park in the provincial capital. I treated her to dinner and we went to a movie. We slowly started dating. It was the first time I'd ever liked a girl, and I was too shy to confess. Later, I secretly watched her a few times, unable to resist. Two months later, at the "December 9th" arts festival, we performed a program together and won third prize. That evening, after a gathering with some classmates who had also performed at the school cafeteria, we went for a walk alone on the tree-lined path on campus. Emboldened by two bottles of beer, I finally confessed to her. The result?

"You finally dared to say it? If you hadn't, I would have found another boy!"
"Ah! Really?"
"Haha! Do you believe me?"
"You dare!"
"Hmph! Ugh... you're so annoying!"

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