Memories of Time 7

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Part Seven: A Wonderful Night at the Internet Cafe

In 1997, a classmate of mine who had found employment after graduating high school partnered with his sister to open an internet cafe in our small town. We were on good terms, and during summer vacations, I would often spend the night or even all night at his internet cafe. Back then, computers rarely had Windows installed; most ran DOS. Even basic versions like Win95 weren't compatible with all machines. His internet cafe had twelve computers, eight of which had DOS game systems installed by someone he'd hired. Instead of a black screen with "C:\" in the upper left corner, the computer would directly enter the distinctive black-gray interface of a DOS game system. A large square in the center displayed the names of DOS games neatly arranged in four rows. These machines could only play single-player and LAN games, costing three yuan per hour. Only those with Windows 95 installed could access the internet and play games like Muddy Waters. Back then, there was no Tencent, only ICQ. Later, Ma Huateng changed it to OICQ, and then came QQ. There were no wildly popular online games like Legend of Mir. It was around that time that I first encountered Happysky, the pioneering website. These machines cost four yuan an hour, which was incredibly expensive in a small town where monthly incomes were generally around 300-500 yuan. However, internet cafes were rare in the county town then, and home computers were even rarer, so my classmate still made a fortune. So, during my first summer vacation, I went to play games for free and also helped him run the shop.
The internet cafe was jointly run by his sister and a neighbor, a woman in her forties. His sister worked during the day, from 8 am to 7 pm, while he and his sister managed the rest of the time. It wasn't a proper shop. My partner's older sister owned two apartments in a complex. She lived in a small one-bedroom apartment on the fifth floor, and the other, a two-bedroom apartment on the ground floor, was converted into an internet cafe. The original main entrance was sealed off, and the living room balcony was knocked down to serve as the cafe's entrance. Back then, there were few people actually using the internet, but many playing games. So, we put eight DOS machines in the living room, four Windows machines plus a server in one large bedroom, and a small bedroom with two single beds as a resting area.
I usually rode my bike from the factory to his shop after dinner, around 8 PM. If there were any free DOS machines, I would play games; otherwise, I would help my classmate keep track of the usage times for each machine. Unlike now, where everything is done on a computer, back then it was all handwritten in a small notebook, which was quite tedious. Around 11 PM, my classmate's sister would go home to rest, and then people coming in for all-night gaming sessions would start arriving. My classmate would stand guard at the front desk in the living room, while I would go to the machines in the back room to use the internet. I spent most of my summer vacation in the internet cafe, telling my family that I was helping my classmate run the shop.
I discovered Happysky in the browsing history of a senior user on a certain computer. My favorite section was the "Girls' Gallery," where I saw so many beautiful women from Japan, Europe, America, and Taiwan for the first time. The most memorable was Shu Qi's 16-year-old costume photo album; apparently, Shu Qi was still a virgin at 16. Later, through links on other websites, I found sites like "Peeping Tom" and "Peeping Paradise," opening a new door to voyeurism for me. I couldn't help but marvel at how many pictures and videos of voyeurism were available in the Japanese back then. In an era when pagers were luxuries, without digital cameras or smartphones, I was stuck in the realm of practical experience. Viewing pictures on a computer was fine, but a video of extremely poor quality, less than 10MB, often took at least half an hour or even an hour to download, which was incredibly frustrating. That summer, I spent many nights in the bedroom of an internet cafe. Since few people stayed up all night, most played games in the living room. I searched for pictures or videos of women using the toilet with a sense of security, novelty, and excitement. I stared intently at the large, constantly flashing computer monitor, completely absorbed, and would even masturbate secretly when I felt like it...
The older sister who partnered with me made some money running the internet cafe, but she had divorced her husband a few years ago due to domestic violence and lived alone. She had a sixteen or seventeen-year-old daughter who couldn't study and had dropped out of school. She was a little delinquent, often hanging out with a group of friends and some shady characters at dance halls, music cafes, karaoke bars, barbecue stalls, spicy hot pot restaurants, drinking, and causing trouble. They didn't commit any serious crimes, just petty squabbles and disturbances that even the police and urban management officers couldn't be bothered to deal with. She's never home. If you see her during the day, it's because she's coming to ask her mother for money; otherwise, she disappears for days on end and doesn't come home. Her older sister set up a small bedroom in an internet cafe as a rest area, thinking her daughter could rest there occasionally when she's not home. I've seen her daughter bring her girlfriends to the internet cafe around 2 or 3 AM; they were heavily made up and looked like prostitutes in their twenties. Her older sister can't control this daughter anymore. It just goes to show how pitiful parents are, or how there's often a reason why someone is pitiful.
One night in late July, past midnight, the inner room of the internet cafe was empty, but the outer room was filled with shouting and the sound of Age of Empires music blaring from the computer speakers. Several young men were playing LAN games all night, occasionally interspersed with sounds of Red Alert. My classmate was also dragged along by a few guys to join in a multiplayer game. These guys were making such a ruckus that I closed the door between the living room and the inner room. The guys, engrossed in their games, completely ignored it. As usual, I hid in the inner room using a dedicated computer. I had hidden folders on this machine, storing everything from website addresses to pictures and videos. I browsed one pornographic website after another, zooming in on the pictures and slowing down the videos. While the guys outside were having a blast, I was having a blast watching.
Around three or four in the morning, the sounds from the living room suddenly came clearly to my ears again. Then, a figure in a skirt swayed past the doorway of the inner room, followed by a loud slam of the bathroom door closing. I was wondering why I hadn't seen any women playing games all night when I heard the sound of water coming from the direction of the bathroom. To get from the living room to the bathroom, you have to turn a corner and go through a small hallway. On either side of the hallway are the doors to two bedrooms facing each other. Following the right wall, which is the master bedroom, is the kitchen, and the last room is the bathroom. Because I'm browsing websites and watching videos, my computer speakers are turned off. Besides the noise from the living room, I could also hear the sound of urination in the bathroom, which could only mean one thing: the bathroom door wasn't fully closed! A thought flashed through my mind. I quickly got up, went out of the inner room, closed the living room door first, and then walked towards the bathroom. Sure enough, the bathroom door was half-closed, and I could hear retching sounds coming from inside.
I quietly approached the bathroom door, cautiously peeking out. The door was ajar, and although some items hung behind it, I could still vaguely see a girl squatting on the toilet, her back to the door, her body bent over, her skirt almost pulled up to her back, her small, white bottom particularly noticeable under the light. Her hands seemed to be gripping the flush hose, her head bowed low, gagging repeatedly, as if she'd drunk too much and wanted to vomit.
Looking at that figure, I knew it was my older sister's daughter; she must have drunk too much the night before and was feeling nauseous. So I gently pushed the door open a little wider, now I could see the girl clearly and easily enter the bathroom.
I didn't go in at first. I just squatted down at the bathroom door, lowered my head, and lowered my eye level so that I could see the girl's buttocks clearly. At this moment, the girl seemed to be in great discomfort and buried her head and let out a "Wah..." sound. She lifted her buttocks up a little, and then I smelled a sour smell of beer mixed with food. At the same time, I not only saw the girl's anus, but I could even see her labia.
That one glance instantly excited me. Looking at the girl, who seemed quite dazed, I hesitated whether to go in. But a few seconds later, my desire prevailed, and I slowly moved behind her. The squat toilet was on a cement platform about 20 centimeters high, covered with pale white tiles. The girl was squatting there with her back to me, her bare bottom exposed, moaning softly, "Ah, ah." I was lower than her, and from behind, I could see her lower body clearly. Although she was a young delinquent, the skin of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl was really good, so white and tender it seemed like it could drip water. And indeed, there was water; there were some urine droplets on both sides of her buttocks. My face was almost touching the girl's crotch, and a milky scent from her crotch wafted towards me. Then she lifted her buttocks again and spat a mouthful of filth into the toilet bowl. Immediately afterwards, some clear urine oozed from her genitals, carrying a faint pungent smell, dripping down the girl's buttocks into the toilet bowl.
While the girl lifted her buttocks but didn't lower them, instead swaying her head slightly from side to side, I carefully observed her lower body. The white toilet bowl and tiles reflected the bathroom ceiling light, making her lower body clearly visible. Her pink anus contracted and relaxed rhythmically, the fine lines on it tightening and stretching with each contraction, sometimes forming a darker, raised bump in the center, sometimes unfolding to reveal a cute pink opening. About two centimeters from the anus was another pink, tender opening. Judging from its freshness, I knew that although the girl was a delinquent, she probably had little sexual experience. At this moment, the girl's vaginal opening opened and closed with the contraction of her anus. Her labia minora, slightly darker than the pink flesh inside, hung like two thin strips of flesh on either side of the opening, unable to completely conceal it. With each contraction, I could see the tender flesh inside her vagina gradually revealed to me. A layer of light, slightly yellowish downy hair covered the labia majora on either side of the labia minora. Because the girl was bent over with her back to me, I could only see that the downy hair grew longer and darker towards the bottom, finally disappearing below the clitoris in the mons pubis area, a small, already lush clump of black hair standing out against the white toilet bowl.
I got hard again, my head started to heat up, my body began to tremble, and my fingers were itching to try…
No!
I immediately snapped back to reality. This was an internet cafe, and the person with her back to me was the owner's daughter. If I did anything inappropriate, I'd be asking for trouble. So, I carefully observed the girl's genitals again. When she seemed less uncomfortable, squatted down again, moaning softly, and rested her head on her right forearm, swaying gently, I quietly slipped out of the bathroom.
Back at the computer in the inner room, I clicked the mouse haphazardly. The initial excitement and impulse of looking at the pictures and videos were gone; my mind was filled with the image of the girl's white, tender buttocks. About five or six minutes later, I heard the sound of water flushing from the bathroom. I quickly sat up straight, switched the computer screen to a normal web browser, and pretended to be staring intently at the screen. Not long after, the girl reappeared, swaying unsteadily at my door. She glanced aimlessly at my room, then, supporting herself against the wall, went into the opposite bedroom, followed by a loud thud as she collapsed onto the bed. This completely extinguished my desire to look at the computer screen.
I tiptoed to the door of the break room. The sounds of games and noisy voices could still be faintly heard outside the living room. Peering into the room, I saw the girl lying on the bed in the dim light of the hallway, and I could faintly hear her snoring. I knew she was asleep. I snapped on the light in the break room. Her skirt was up to her hips, revealing half of her buttocks and a sliver of semi-transparent white underwear. The desire I had just suppressed was instantly reignited. I carefully entered the room, gently closed and locked the door, and knelt down in front of the girl's bed.
The girl was facing me sideways; her heavily made-up face was now a mess, and her breath still reeked of alcohol. She smacked her lips occasionally. I patted her cheek; her brows furrowed, and she mumbled incoherently. She was clearly very drunk, which reassured me somewhat.
A drunken girl was sprawled in front of me. It would be a shame not to do something! This was an opportunity not to be missed!
I slowly lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing her white, semi-transparent panties. Even her cute buttocks were faintly visible. I couldn't resist reaching out and stroking her right buttock, gently teasing her cleft with my index finger. The girl only slightly swayed her hips and scratched her cleft with her left hand, offering no other reaction. Seeing this, I grew bolder. I grabbed the waistbands of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her thighs. As I passed her hips and buttocks, she even unconsciously arched her back slightly, seemingly inviting me to help her remove them. This encouraged me, and I pulled the panties off in one go. I sniffed them; a faint smell of urine wafted out. I quickly placed the panties at the foot of the bed against the wall.
The girl was now lying naked on the bed, her thighs and buttocks glowing with a slightly reddish, silky sheen under the light, a result of heavy drinking, as if beckoning me to ravage and torment her. I grabbed her ankles and slowly spread her legs until her right foot was against the wall, while her left foot dangled off the edge of the bed. Under the light, the dark area below the obvious small indentation of her tailbone was clearly visible.
All of this made my blood boil again; this kind of opportunity was rare and precious!
I covered the girl's buttocks with both hands, savoring their curves, warmth, and softness with my palms. The girl made no unusual movements, still snoring softly. So I inserted my left thumb and forefinger between her buttocks, applying a little pressure, and her pink anus came into my view again. I couldn't help but extend my right forefinger and gently press it against the center of the finely textured opening, experiencing the contracting sensation with my fingertips once more. This time, the girl let out a soft "hmm," but it was just that one sound. Aside from contracting slightly as I gently pressed her anus, she didn't react further. I couldn't help but apply a little pressure with my index finger, the tip barely penetrating the small opening. Immediately, a feeling of being squeezed and tightened shot from my fingertip to my brain. The girl simultaneously shifted her hips uneasily, trying to pull my finger out. I became excited and continued to apply pressure until the first knuckle was fully inside her anus. This time, her anus clenched even tighter, then relaxed, as if a force was pushing my finger from inside her rectum. I guessed she was trying to "pull" my finger out of her anus by defecating, and her snoring turned into a low moan. I remained motionless with my finger inside her anus, my eyes fixed on her profile. Her eyes were still closed on her rosy face, only humming sounds coming from her mouth. After a while, her anus completely relaxed, tightly enveloping my finger, and she began to snore softly again.
I didn't move my index finger again, but used my thumb to locate the girl's vaginal opening, circling it there. The girl made two more "hmm" sounds and stuck out her buttocks, allowing my index finger to penetrate deeper into her rectum. When my thumb felt some lubrication there, I slowly invaded that warm little hole. This time, the girl didn't make any dissatisfied groans, only smacked her lips as if she were enjoying it, and then let out a long, satisfied sigh through her nose.
Now, my two fingers were inside the girl's two holes, fully experiencing her warmth. My thumb could even feel a little bit of sticky fluid flowing out. As I gently moved my two fingers in and out, I saw a faint smile appear on the girl's sleeping face. When I removed my right hand from the girl's lower body, I noticed that the sheets were slightly damp.
She actually became excited in her sleep, which made me even more excited. I turned the girl over so that she was lying on her back with her face turned to the wall, her left hand against the wall, her right hand on the edge of the bed, and her legs naturally bent and spread apart, exposing her entire lower body. The girl's skirt was already lifted up to her waist, and her t-shirt was also up, revealing her navel and a patch of her abdomen. I lifted her top and bra to her collarbone, revealing a pair of perky, small breasts with two engorged, tender red nipples standing erect on her chest. My left hand couldn't help but press and rub them, while I simultaneously took her right nipple into my mouth. My right hand reached down to her hairy vulva, finding her clitoris and repeatedly flicking it up and down with my middle finger, gradually making my finger feel a little wet...
The girl let out a satisfied moan, and her head moved unconsciously. This made me worry again, afraid that the girl would suddenly wake up. I quickly moved away from her body, nervously watching the girl's face. Her face was up, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes tightly closed, and the sides of her nose flushed. Whether from the alcohol or the stimulation of sex, her small mouth was slightly open, a small section of her pink tongue brushing against her lips, her breathing was heavy, and her lower body was already a muddy mess...
Seeing the girl who was already aroused, I climbed onto the bed as if possessed, knelt between her parted legs, and unconsciously pulled down my beach shorts and underwear with my right hand, took out my already erect penis, leaned down, and gently rubbed the glans up and down between the girl's already overflowing slit with my right hand. At this moment, the girl suddenly thrust her lower body, and my penis slid directly into a warm and wet place...
When I put one arm around the girl's neck and the other around her waist, making our lower bodies press tightly together, and tremblingly shot my essence into the girl's body, she just clung to my back in a daze, smacked her lips, and still exuded a strong smell of alcohol.
After I nervously cleaned the girl's body, dressed her, and tidied everything up, the girl simply turned to her side, curled up facing the wall, and began to snore softly once again...

Later, I still went to internet cafes frequently, and I met that girl a few times. We would occasionally exchange friendly greetings. She knew about my relationship with my classmate, but she didn't show any particular reaction. I knew that she had no memory of what happened that night, or perhaps she just thought she had a wet dream because she was drunk. I had no idea.

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