My Secret with the Class Beauty

(Part 1)

It was time for "Nonlinear Programming" class again. I walked briskly from the dormitory to the classroom
.

There were about a dozen students taking this course, including the class beauty, Siting. Siting was a stunningly beautiful
woman with a shapely figure. I liked this class because of her, not because I could
see her, but because of the secret we shared in class.

Although we could sit anywhere in class, and we weren't actually very familiar with each other, our seats were always
next to each other, one in front of the other.

Whenever the teacher started lecturing, we would secretly begin our activities. I would place my
knees between the back of her chair and the seat, and she would sit back, letting me rub my knees against her buttocks.

She was a slender girl, but her buttocks were very round and full, with a wonderful feel. Several times, I even
ejaculated inside my pants because of it. Sometimes, if there were no classmates sitting next to or behind us, I would secretly reach out
and touch her. However, such opportunities were rare, and if someone walked by the window and saw me, I would be ruined
. It was too risky, so I could only do it occasionally. But it was precisely because of the risk that it added a
touch of excitement to doing something naughty.

Actually, it wasn't intentional at first. During the first class, I accidentally touched her a few times and unintentionally
developed a "feeling." From then on, I always sat behind her in class, and she would very readily move her butt
over. Later, even if I arrived first, she would automatically sit in the seat in front of me, which made me incredibly happy!

We attended classes like this for a semester. Apart from occasionally borrowing notes from each other, we weren't particularly
close.

Basically, even if she wasn't interested in me, she shouldn't dislike me either. Why didn't I make a move
? Because she already had a boyfriend! He was her college classmate, currently serving in the military on an outlying island, and I heard they were
very much in love.

*** *** *** *** ***

That day, the sky was particularly gloomy. It's been pouring rain since early morning, and it's
been raining all day now, even though the rain has subsided a little at times. It's been a constant downpour, making one wonder why there's
so impossible to empty it all in a day.

Maybe it was destined that I'd run into her! I usually don't go home until after 11 PM, but today I did
n't want to work, so I ate at the student cafeteria and headed back to my apartment early. Near the side gate of the library,
I saw the class beauty hesitating with an umbrella. I quickly went up to greet her.

"Hi!"

"Hi!" She smiled. "It's raining so hard!"

"Yeah! Are you going home?"

"I was going to, but it's raining so hard, it's difficult to ride a bike."

Although it was raining outside, a glimmer of hope appeared in my heart. "How about I take you home? I drove
here."

"Okay! Thank you." Siting is gentle but cheerful; she wouldn't refuse something like this.

Besides, as the class beauty, she's used to being flattered.

Although I knew it might just be a ride home, it was still another chance to get to know her better; otherwise, we'd always
just be "not very close." I'm not the kind of guy who only wants to sleep with women; don't believe me? Fine.

Following her directions, I drove to her dorm. We chatted and laughed along the way.
I was worried it might be awkward because of our secret, but she acted as if nothing had
happened.

"We're here." The car stopped in front of a ten-story apartment building. Could she live in such a luxurious place?

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome," I replied.

She paused slightly. "Would you like to come in and sit for a bit?" She blinked her big eyes at me, looking very sincere
.

"To be honest, I really want to," I replied with a smile, "so don't just ask me out of politeness!

What if I actually follow you up? You'll be in trouble then!"

"In that case, come up and sit down!" she said. "I'll make you some tea."

So, I followed her inside, took the elevator to the eighth floor, and visited her boudoir.

*** *** *** ***

Today was truly an eye-opening experience. Si-ting lived alone in a luxurious suite of about seven or eight square meters. The room was decorated with
a delicate, feminine touch, and there was a light brown carpet on the floor. Actually, you could tell from her demeanor that she was a lady from
a wealthy family.

Although we had driven and carried umbrellas the whole way, the rain was so heavy that the floor was flooded, and our shoes, socks, and trouser legs were all wet
. After she invited me to sit down, she took her clothes to the bathroom to change, and I took off my socks as well.

There was a photo of her and her boyfriend on the bedside table. The boy in the photo was quite handsome, which made me feel a little ashamed of myself
.

Next to the open clothes rack was a basin containing some clothes she had changed out of, including trousers, underwear, and
socks.

She changed into a casual polo shirt and shorts, took out a teapot and two cups, and brewed some herbal tea for me.

As we chatted, I realized how talkative she was, and it was truly a pleasure to talk to her. As the conversation
flowed more freely, we gradually warmed up to each other. I don't know how it started, but I think it was when I complimented her on her
taste in clothing! We talked about fashion for a while, and then, on a whim, she said she wanted to
show , so she took an outfit into the bathroom.

It was a ladylike dress, and it seemed to be a designer brand, giving her a very sophisticated, urban look.

"Very nice," I told her, "but I still prefer
the one you wore to the end-of-term party last time." That short dress was simple and elegant, with a more casual style, which actually accentuated her features
better .

"Really?" Far from being displeased, she seemed delighted. "That's my favorite
dress!" She picked it out from the hanger. "Let me show you another one."

A woman's attire is meant to attract a man's admiration; if you can timely express what she desires...
A single compliment can make her heart flutter beyond your imagination—that's absolutely true.

A moment later, she came out of the bathroom, dressed, and turned her back to me: "Xiao Li, could you help me zip up
my fly?"

What a perfect opportunity. I stood up, walked behind her, and whispered, "Pull it up or down
?"

She immediately blushed and playfully scolded, "You pervert!"

"Just kidding!" I laughed and zipped up her fly, casually smoothing her hair.
I don't usually make these kinds of jokes unless it's a very close girl. But observing her expression, I saw no
displeasure, only a smile and a touch of shyness. In this situation, coupled with the beautiful figure encased in that short dress
, I couldn't resist the urge to pounce on her.

(Continued)

I sat down on the edge of her bed, while she strolled around the room with a smile, displaying her
clothes like a fashion show model.

Her eyes shone with a thousand charms; it seemed she, too, was filled with spring fever.

She walked to the bathroom door, turned her back to me again, and said softly, "Have you seen enough? I need to change! Could
you please pull it down for me again?"

Finally, it was my turn! The beast within me was about to break free of its cage and ravage her beautiful body.

But on the surface, I maintained my gentlemanly demeanor, lest I ruin the romantic atmosphere. I gracefully walked
over, placed my hand on her shoulder from behind, and whispered in her ear, "This time, it's time to pull it down, isn't it?"

As I slowly pulled down the zipper with my left hand, I kissed her delicate neck.

She closed her eyes, without resistance. I turned her around and passionately kissed her red lips, and she responded with an expression of ecstasy
.

Meanwhile, with the hand around her back, I quietly unhooked her bra.

We kissed passionately for a while, then she deftly let me fall onto the bed, standing in front of it. With a quick tug on her shoulders, her dress and bra fell to the floor, revealing
her alluring body . 　　Her breasts weren't large, about a B cup, but with her slender figure, they looked very firm, her dark red nipples standing erect. A slender waist, a beautiful curve of her hips, long legs, and the mysterious mound below her abdomen, beneath her light blue panties… At this moment, I also unbuttoned my trousers, and she straddled my erection. Feeling the warmth of her opening through my panties, my penis immediately became erect , threatening to burst through them. 　　She leaned down and continued our passionate kiss, while my hands unceremoniously played with her breasts, enjoying their elastic feel. 　　Next, it was natural to take off her panties, but she wouldn't let me. I slipped my hand inside her panties and caressed her; her juices were already flowing freely, but whenever I tried to take them off, she skillfully brushed my hand away. I guess that's the limit for her? I thought. After all, she has a good boyfriend, and even if she's momentarily confused and needs some physical satisfaction, she doesn't want anyone else inside her boyfriend 's body. 　　Thinking this, I inevitably slowed my movements. She seemed to sense my thoughts, and a troubled expression appeared on her face. Finally, she pursed her lips, gently braced herself with one hand, and rummaged through a small drawer by the bed with the other, handing me a condom. 　　I was overjoyed and immediately sat up, but she gestured for me to be patient, then guided my newly engorged penis and helped me put it on with her slender hand. 　　I pulled off her damp panties, cupped her full buttocks in my hands, aligned her vaginal opening with the head , and slowly inserted it between her labia. A rush of blood to my head made me dizzy. 　　She trembled all over as well. I used the strength of my waist and arms to thrust, and she couldn't help but cry out . My penis moved rapidly back and forth in her slippery vagina, fully enjoying the wonderful feel of her vaginal walls and the deep suction. 　　My face was buried in her chest, taking the opportunity to taste her erect breasts with my tongue. She raised her hands above her head, welcoming this intense pleasure. We reveled in the mutual pleasure, while the rain pattered down outside the window . 　　I ejaculated, falling backward, semen spilling from the condom. She also fell forward, lying face down beside . We gazed at each other, understanding unspoken. 　　As I gently stroked her round, firm buttocks, glistening and elastic, I whispered in her ear, "I have a special feeling for your buttocks." 　　Her face flushed instantly, radiating shyness. "You're so naughty! I never expected someone who looks so refined to do something like this in public." She lightly punched my chest with her small fist. 　　This girl, so compatible with me in every way, possessing both a captivating appearance and personality, I found myself falling for her. And her? Even though we weren't close before, we must have had mutual feelings for each other long ago, right? I reached out and brushed her sweaty hair aside, asking the most important question: "Siting, what will our relationship be from now on…" 　　The troubled expression on her face reappeared. We were silent for a long time before she finally spoke, but this time her answer didn't meet my expectations. "I'm sorry, Xiao Li." 　　Although it was expected, I still couldn't hide my disappointment. Undeterred, I asked again, "You're not married yet, you still have the right to pursue your own happiness!" 　　"Xiao Li, I love him." She looked away. "If I had met you first and fallen in love with you, I wouldn't have so impulsively replaced you just because I met someone more suitable." 　　She looked at me again, her eyes filled with conflicted apology. "Someone as smart and understanding as you should understand." 　　Even the smartest person can become confused when it comes to matters of the heart. If she were truly the kind of girl I envisioned, she certainly wouldn't accept my feelings. 　　"I understand, and I can wait." The greatest pleasure in the world is sex, and the most miserable torment is...

Heartbroken. Probably no one has ever experienced the pain of heartbreak so immediately after making love.

Though my heart ached, I rationally accepted the fact: "Thank you for giving me...
unprecedented joy."

"Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!" She blushed, regaining her earlier allure.

*** *** *** ***

We became good friends. I would call her to chat, accompany her shopping
and to the movies when she was in a good mood, and give her gifts on holidays and birthdays. Although I hadn't given up on her, she never
left her boyfriend, and we never had any intimate contact again.

After graduation, her boyfriend also left the military, and we lost contact. A few days ago, I learned from a classmate that she
was getting married. My classmate asked if I wanted to attend her wedding, but I thought I shouldn't. She has her
own path, and I have my new love; I shouldn't dredge up this regret again.

I dedicate this piece to wishing her a lifetime of happiness, and may we both understand the true meaning of love.

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