[Sister Lin in my youthful days] [3, 4] [To be continued]

(3)

Actually, I knew what kind of person Sister Lin was a long time ago. First, Dajun told me her story. She was a woman who frequented the entertainment industry. I had also heard her talk about it when she came over last time. This was not a shameful thing in our group. On the contrary, it was a plus for her. But when I saw her going to dance halls and playing around with people at the cultural center, I was still very unhappy. Maybe it was because my admiration had turned into a physical relationship, which made me have a misconception. I mistakenly thought that she should be my lover or girlfriend. She was still herself, a single woman who ran a clothing business, a woman who frequented various entertainment venues, and a woman with many bad habits and vices.

After walking through the garden path, I took a shortcut to Sister Lin's place. Sister Lin's place was a standard one-bedroom apartment. There was a beautiful coffee table and a large sofa in the living room. A Sony TV, a VCR, and a VCR were all available. Sister Lin first went into the bedroom to change her clothes. She wore a plaid shirt and Kapaa sweatpants. After taking out several boxes of pre-chopped vegetables from the refrigerator, she went into the kitchen and quickly cooked four side dishes using two woks. I was impressed; she really impressed me. Sister Lin took out two bottles of beer and said, "Okay, this is our dinner." We ate together, and Sister Lin asked about Dajun's recent situation. Actually, I haven't visited Dajun much lately, so I just briefly told her about it. She said she was quite busy, and I thought to myself, "Yeah, you are indeed quite busy; I've seen that." After dinner, we cuddled together watching a videotape. Actually, I didn't care about the content of the video at all; I knew what was going to happen next. She placed one leg on mine, eating an apple and swinging it back and forth—a common tactic of hers. This naturally aroused a man's instincts. Suddenly, she touched my groin and said, "How could you be so naughty!" I replied, "Who is it?" We started kissing, I held her close, and kissed. Her tongue was smooth, constantly slipping into my mouth, her large eyes watching intently, perhaps observing the changes. I touched her breasts with my right hand, initially through her clothes, then slipping my hand inside—large, firm, and soft. Then I placed her on the sofa, removed her plaid shirt, and kissed her breasts. She lay comfortably on the sofa, waiting for my actions. At the same time, my left hand slipped inside her pants and underwear, caressing, admiring, kissing, and playing with this beautiful woman before me. Her body began to writhe with my caresses and kisses, her eyes becoming hazy, swallowing hard. I removed her pants, and a woman with a perfect figure lay on the sofa before me.

I picked up Lin Jie and carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the bed. She blinked at me, her eyes blinking repeatedly. I took off my clothes and pressed myself against her, slowly penetrating her. Slowly, slowly, she looked at me. Each time I reached the bottom, I thrust forward forcefully, watching her body suddenly tremble. Gradually, I felt her lower body becoming fuller and fuller, and as that fullness increased, I increased my speed, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Each deep penetration was an extreme explosion, penetrating all the way in. I saw the change in her facial expression, and she began to cry out "Ah!" Each cry stimulated the depths of my brain, making me want to try even harder. I could feel her juices flowing out in large quantities, wetting our connection, flowing down her thighs. Each collision produced a crisp, wet sound. Lin Jie said, "I love you." I said, "I love you too," and then my lips pressed against hers, kissing her passionately. My hands caressed her breasts, and my body pressed against her again and again. She rolled over, went to the edge of the bed, her upper body leaning over the bed, her lower body off the bed, her buttocks raised high on the edge. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman like this before me. Images from pornographic films immediately flashed through my mind. I pressed myself against her, took my penis, and after a couple of thrusts, found the right position and successfully entered her. I placed my hands on her shoulders, pressed my body against hers, and thrust deeply, making loud "slap slap slap" sounds. She made a "humming" sound, which gradually turned into an "ah" sound, emanating from deep within her throat. Her back became wet, and I kissed her back. Suddenly, I remembered her intimacy with other people, and a dark malice arose in my heart. I started grabbing her hair. I no longer wanted to have sex with her; I wanted to fuck her, hurt her, and achieve my own inner satisfaction through the collision of my genitals and her cries.

I pulled her off the bed and placed her on the windowsill. Her waist sank, her buttocks rose high, and I thrust in forcefully, again and again. Her body trembled violently with each impact. I pulled her back by the waist, controlling her, thrusting harder and harder, again and again. I'm sure I put in the effort of a 400-meter sprint, a perfect combination of strength and frequency. Her body trembled with each thrust, her legs, which had been standing straight, began to bend, her knees buckling inward. She cried out loudly, "Ahhh, brother, spare me, I know I was wrong!" I pretended not to hear and continued to thrust wildly. Her body began to droop, and I held her waist tightly, ignoring everything else. I only wanted her there, thrusting forcefully. She trembled weakly and said, "No more, next time, I give up, next time, okay, next time?" I still ignored her, turned around and threw her face down on the bed, thrusting in from behind. She gripped the sheets with both hands until her body was completely limp and powerless. I tried to ejaculate, yes, without a condom, trying to ejaculate as deep as possible.

We lay in bed, and I said, "Are you really wrong?" She said, "I am wrong, I know I'm wrong. I knew I was wrong the moment we met today. Really, I know." She lay in my arms like that, her body soft and weak, completely submissive to me.

I think promiscuity is her nature, or rather, a long-standing habit, a habit that is hard to break. If entering society is about mingling in society, then the business success after being kept could have allowed her to immediately change her environment. But she was still there, and she seemed to be enjoying it. So it can only be said that the chaotic environment brought her happiness and satisfaction, while my mind was filled with the traditional ideas of a hoodlum. It seems that there is a contradiction and contrast. In fact, the root of all this is that I misunderstood her playfulness as love. Although I have seen it clearly, I am still unwilling.

And this is just the beginning of the whole story.

(4)

There is no love without a reason, nor is there hatred without a reason. Sometimes emotions are born from feeling. Sister Lin may have really noticed it. After all, she is a smart woman. However, we didn't talk about it much afterwards, feeling that some things didn't need to be said too explicitly, and that we should give each other more space and respect.

Sister Lin took out a pager for me, a classic Motorola with a digital display and a vertical scrollbar. Sister Lin said, "It's for you." I'm pretty good at recognizing things; although this pager wasn't as good as Sister Lin's with a Chinese display, a new one with a digital display still cost over 800 yuan. At that time, the average monthly wage in this city was only 300 yuan, and even a refurbished one would cost at least 400 yuan. I said, "Sister, this gift is too much; I can't accept it." Sister Lin said, "Take it. It'll make communication easier for us. I'll leave '21' when I contact you, and you'll leave '21' when you contact me." I laughed then, thinking, "This is a number game; 21 means 'I love you'." Sister Lin said, "Don't take it to heart. I won this playing pool at the Cultural Palace last week, but I won't be going again. Just keep it with you, and don't forget to put it on vibrate during class. Wear it, let me see." I picked it up and hung it on my belt. Sister Lin said, "Cool, wear it now." Actually, I did think it was pretty and quite liked it.

Back at school, it was time for evening self-study. Da Guo asked me, "When did you buy the pager?" I said, "My dad came back and brought it to me." When I got home, my mom asked me where I got it. I said, "My classmate's brother repairs pagers, and he got me a secondhand one for 150 yuan, cheap, right?" That basically ended the pager story.

Soon after, something embarrassing happened: Da Peng and Lao Bai got into a fight. Da Peng is my good friend and a boxing buddy. He's thin, doesn't talk much, and has a slight stutter and lisp. He was my classmate in a boxing class, though we only trained for a year, but we had a lot of fun together. Lao Bai is a distant relative of mine. He weighs over 210 pounds, looks very mature, shaves daily, comes from a wealthy family, and wears a Motorola Han display (worth over two thousand yuan) on his waist. Lao Bai also used to be a boxer; his family was rich enough to send him to a police academy, which only made him even fatter. It was originally a small matter, but Lao Bai clearly looked down on Da Peng, calling him a weakling. Da Peng always acts with confidence. Lao Bai challenged Da Peng to a fight, and Da Peng immediately accepted. I tried to mediate, but seeing how serious they were, I could only watch. Only a few classmates watched as the fight broke out in the park. The outcome was unexpected, but within my expectations: Da Peng won decisively, 20-0 if the score was tallied. At the beginning, Lao Bai threw a flurry of punches, all of which Da Peng dodged by retreating and sliding to the right. Then Da Peng unleashed a barrage of single punches, followed by double and triple punches, relentlessly bombarding Lao Bai like a punching bag. The punches were crisp and penetrating, hitting him repeatedly. The bystanders were stunned. I couldn't bear to watch any longer and called for a stop. Da Peng also lost interest in fighting. Afterwards, Da Peng left on his own, and I told the others to leave too. I stayed with Lao Bai to rest for a long time. Later, Lao Bai went to a friend's house, partly because of the severe bruises on his face, and partly to seek revenge.

The next evening after school, I saw Lao Bai with a few teenagers from outside the school on their way home. I went over and called out to him, "Lao Bai, you're here." Lao Bai replied, "Coming." As I approached, I whispered, "Just a few hits are enough. It's just a matter of saving face. Don't go too far." I knew perfectly well that Lao Bai was just there to save face; he had completely lost confidence in his one-on-one fight with Da Peng. The result was that Lao Bai intercepted Da Peng, started cursing at him, and the group surrounded him. Lao Bai slapped Da Peng twice. This time, Da Peng didn't dodge or retaliate, and even said, "Lao Bai, you're awesome. I admire you." Then Lao Bai made way for Da Peng.

Lao Bai had regained his pride. The next day, I gathered them together, we smoked, talked about it, and the matter was over. Lao Bai and Da Peng resumed normal contact; they even borrowed comic books from each other, like Fist of the North Star and Slam Dunk. After this incident, Lao Bai and I became closer. We were originally distant relatives, and our relationship improved.

Old Bai has friends in society, some older than us. These friends have been throwing some very open parties lately. Cheng Ge's family is well-off; they have a big, empty house, so they hold these parties there. How open are these parties? Old Bai had his first threesome at one of them—that's the level of openness. Old Bai asked me to hang out, so I went with him. When we arrived, I saw a few familiar faces. Xiao Yu, my junior high classmate, also Da Guo's childhood friend, and my good friend, is now a popular figure at his vocational high school. Suddenly, I saw someone—Li Xiaohui, my goddess from junior high. She'd changed; she had short hair, more pronounced baby fat, and was wearing tight jeans. She should also be studying at a vocational high school. What was she doing here today? Xiaohui saw me and smiled, saying, "You're here too!" I said, "Who invited you?" Xiaohui said, "My boyfriend brought me." My heart immediately sank. Xiaoyu and I left first. I asked Xiaoyu, "What's going on with Xiaohui? Why is she here?" Xiaoyu said, "Xiaohui has a boyfriend, who's Cheng Ge's underling's underling." I asked, "So what will happen today?" Xiaoyu said, "There's definitely something in her drink. As for what will happen... it's uncertain." Damn it, I was immediately dumbfounded. I knew I couldn't possibly take Xiaohui with me in this situation; I wasn't strong enough. So I immediately called Dajun—yes, the Dajun from the western suburbs. Dajun's reply was, "This time, even I can't help you. Dachengzi is too powerful; I can't handle this either." I anxiously said, "Brother Jun, what should I do?" Brother Dajun said, "Go find Sister Lin and ask her to find someone to help you, that's all." I called Sister Lin and got a quick reply. I told her everything. Sister Lin said, "It's Dachengzi from Beijiu, right? Go downstairs and wait, Xiaohui will be down in a bit." A little while later, Xiaohui came downstairs, looking puzzled. She saw me and said, "What's wrong? What did you want to see me about?" I asked, "Did you drink anything?" Xiaohui said, "I drank a little." I noticed her face was slightly flushed. I said, "There was a drug in your drink. Can you feel it now? School's over, go home." Xiaohui stood there for a moment and said, "Okay." Then she immediately took a taxi home.

Later, I learned that Dachengzi's older brother and Sister Lin were drinking at the same table. Sister Lin was introducing him to a brand representative, discussing their potential collaboration.

I didn't want to continue the gathering and went back to school to study hard. While walking, my pager vibrated.

[To be continued]

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