Women who like women

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She had a girlfriend, but it wasn't a stable relationship. When we guys drank together, we'd brag about how hot our girlfriends were, and she'd join in, bragging about how great her girlfriend's figure and how beautiful she was. When things got really heated, she'd even started swearing like the guys.

Then that incident happened. In our junior year, a few of us went out for barbecue and drinks again, staying out very late. Some of our classmates from Beijing took taxis home. She was also from Beijing, but because she'd had a fight with her family (probably about her sexual orientation), she had to go back to school. It was already very late, and she said her school was currently applying for the title of "Civilized Campus" in Beijing, so the dorms would probably be locked and she couldn't get back. She suggested we go see a movie all night. She said she knew of an underground screening room that showed really risqué films. We took a taxi there, but found the screening room was closed; I don't know if it'd been shut down by the police.

Because I was preparing for the GRE, I rented a one-bedroom apartment in a nearby residential building. In the end, I had no choice but to go back to my place with her. The house was small and poorly lit, but thankfully it had an old-fashioned bathroom where you could shower, so you didn't have to go downstairs to use the public toilet. However, there was no air conditioning, and even though it was September, it was still incredibly stuffy. There was only an old floor fan, creaking and blowing unbearable hot air.

I said to her, "Let's just make do for the night. You sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor." She said, "No, it's cooler on the floor." I said, "Okay." Then she said she had to take a shower, otherwise she'd feel awful. So she went to the bathroom.

To my surprise, she came out shirtless, wearing only her underwear. She said her clothes were soaked with sweat and smelled strongly of alcohol, so she washed them. She added, "My towel was so dirty; it took me ages to wash it." She spoke casually, perhaps not considering us to be of different genders, but her body was undeniably that of a woman. Her skin was smooth and white, and her breasts, though not large, were firm and well-shaped, with glistening dewdrops on her pale pink nipples…

She sat down next to me without a care, enjoying the fan, and suggested I take a shower too. Little did she notice the wicked glint in my eyes. A 21-year-old lad sitting next to a beautiful woman with prominent breasts and a bare back—few would likely think twice about such a thing.

I pounced on her almost frantically, forcibly kissing her. She was startled at first, then struggled, screaming as she resisted. I remember clearly that she kept shouting the word "disgusting." I don't know if she was disgusted that I hadn't showered, or something else.

But she was a woman, and not as strong as me. I grabbed her belt, which was lying nearby, and deftly bound her hands. All her struggles were futile, and I began to admire my prey like a hungry wolf.

I already had sexual experience, so I wasn't reckless. I kissed her earlobe and her neck. She was still struggling and cursing me. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she yelled, "Fuck you!"

I ignored her curses and gently licked her nipple like it was a dessert. It was the most beautiful nipple I had ever seen—pink, perfectly sized, with a small areola like a budding flower. Slowly, her curses turned into moans. I didn't know if she was in pain or excited.

I took off her panties, still holding her breasts, and gave her oral sex. Her vulva was just as alluring. Her pubic hair was carefully trimmed and looked neat. Her pink labia minora would be irresistible to any man. Her clitoris was very sensitive. Every time I licked it, her vagina would tighten and squeeze out a stream of love juice. I kept licking and gently biting her clitoris. She was still cursing me, her curses interspersed with moans.

I finally penetrated her. She wasn't a virgin. I actually meant she might be, but she wasn't. Her vagina was wet and warm, gripping my penis tightly. I told her her vagina existed solely for me. She yelled again, "Fuck you!" and tried to bite me.

I flipped her over, her buttocks sticking up, and fucked her from behind, one hand supporting her pert buttocks, the other reaching around to her chest to continue kneading her breasts.

She was very wet, milky white, dripping down her legs. As I thrust, she stopped cursing, only moaning, completely lost in the moment. Her breathing quickened, her moans became more rapid, and her smooth back suddenly tensed, her body stretching upwards with all her might, trembling constantly. I knew she had orgasmed…

Then she started crying. It was the first time I'd ever seen her cry like a woman, crying with such heartbreaking tenderness. I couldn't bear to hurt her any longer, so even though I hadn't ejaculated, I stopped thrusting. Actually, if she had cried from the beginning, I probably wouldn't have acted like such a beast. Her defiance only aroused me.

Seeing that I had stopped, she looked at me with confusion, then quickly regained her usual arrogance and yelled at me, "Why the hell aren't you ejaculating?"

I said, "I don't have a condom. "

She shakily got up, probably because her orgasm had just subsided; her legs were still trembling. Without a word, she went to the bathroom, took a shower, then went to the refrigerator in my kitchen and found the half-eaten watermelon I had eaten yesterday. She found a spoon, and still naked, carried the watermelon into the house, placed my Little Red Book and Barron's vocabulary list under it, and started eating, saying, "Damn, I'm so thirsty."

I found it strange that those words came from her mouth.

I started watching her eat watermelon and masturbate. She ate watermelon while admiring me masturbating. I said to her, "Sit closer to me, let me touch you to add to the excitement." She said, "Get lost." Then I ejaculated, the thick, white semen spraying far, even reaching her hand. She dipped a little with her slender finger, rubbed it between her fingers, and said, "So dirty."

I finished the watermelon she had left, and she was already asleep on the mat, naked from the waist down. I lay down too. After a while, she told me that if the bed was too hot, I could get off and sleep there. I said, "No, I was too much of a beast just now, I was wrong, I'm reflecting on it."

She cursed at me again and then went to sleep.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I thought she must have left, but to my surprise, she was still lying on her back, spread-eagled on the mat on the floor, her sleeping posture was very cute, and my penis became hard again. I really wanted to pounce on her again, but I didn't. I took a cold shower, and she woke up too. I said I was going to buy breakfast, and asked if she wanted soy milk or wontons.

We met again later, and then I went abroad. We kept in touch occasionally.

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