roommate's girlfriend

After working for a year after graduating with my master's degree, I shared a two-bedroom apartment with a colleague. He had a bachelor's degree and didn't have a girlfriend when he joined the company. This roommate found someone he was pursuing among the colleagues a year younger than us—the female protagonist of this story, his later girlfriend. Her name was Qian. She was very pretty, slender, about 162 cm tall, and her bust size was estimated to be a B. I shared the apartment with that colleague for about two years. During that time, he pursued Qian. She was quite traditional; even after becoming my roommate's girlfriend, she didn't live with him but shared the apartment with another female colleague. She often came over, and sometimes we would cook together, including with my girlfriend. This gradually made us familiar with each other, and she became my girlfriend's friend. They would sometimes go shopping for clothes together and often discuss which cosmetics were better. During that time, I didn't have any romantic feelings for her; at most, I couldn't help but glance at her a few times, but nothing happened. She called me Brother Feng, and I called her by her first name.
The story happened later; I no longer shared an apartment with my roommate and bought my own place. We work for a joint venture company. I was sent on a business trip to a European country for a year, staying in hotels and renting a car. Without a car, it's impossible to get to work or even buy groceries. Three months into my trip, coincidentally, she was also sent to headquarters for two months of training. We didn't know many people in this foreign country, so it was natural for me to take care of her. She stayed at the same hotel as me. She wasn't very good at driving; she only had a driver's license back home, so she often went to work with me in the morning and returned to the hotel with me in the evening. When I had free time, I would take her to practice driving. Driving habits here are very different from back home, and it's quite difficult without someone to teach her. We also often had dinner together. We were already familiar with each other back home, and we became even more so here. However, we remained very proper during this time; nothing happened. I didn't want to take advantage of her; I was very caring but never made any advances. She has a cheerful personality and isn't sensitive to the boundaries between men and women, so she was quite affectionate towards me. To outsiders, we often appeared to be a couple.
She enjoys traveling, and on weekends she wanted me to take her out, so I drove her to nearby places to explore, returning to the hotel at night. Our first physical contact happened one weekend at a nearby tourist attraction. There was a swing set there. She wanted to swing, so she asked me to push her from behind. The weather was quite warm then; she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Pushing her from behind was my first physical contact with her body. Through the thin t-shirt, I could clearly feel the smoothness and firmness of her skin.
As I pushed, I got an erection. I became lustful, constantly changing the position of my hands while pushing her back, so that each push touched a different area, essentially caressing her. I became bolder, gradually moving to her waist, supporting her waist with both hands from either side. Her waist was very slender, and I enjoyed the feeling, wondering if she sensed my actions and intentions. Later, I slowly pushed her buttocks; the softness made me forget she was my roommate's girlfriend—it was incredibly exciting.
I really wanted to keep pushing like that. But since she was my roommate's girlfriend, I didn't dare to actually touch her. I could only continue swinging on the swing and groping her. I don't know if she sensed my lust or my groping, but at least she cooperated and didn't get off immediately. We swung like that for seven or eight minutes. That was my first physical contact with her. After that, there was no more opportunity for physical contact.
We chatted happily along the way, and we even saw foreigners sunbathing naked on the beach in the distance, both men and women. She seemed a little embarrassed. When we played together, we generally didn't talk about her boyfriend and my girlfriend; we had become friends.
All of the above was just setup; the real story comes later. After more than a month, having explored the surrounding area, she wanted to go somewhere further away. I don't know why she chose Amsterdam, which was more than four hours' drive from our hotel. We couldn't go back and forth in one day, so we had to stay there overnight. The hotels there were incredibly expensive, even in the suburbs, they cost over 100 euros a night. I originally suggested staying in a youth hostel, where many people share a room, which is very cheap, but she refused, feeling that sharing a room with other strangers was unsafe. So I was about to book two single rooms when she suddenly said, "How about we share one room? Otherwise, it's too expensive and not worth it."
I was overjoyed, of course, and immediately booked a standard room. She added, "Let's go secretly, don't let anyone know." I understood, of course; even if we didn't intend to do anything bad, we couldn't let others know and arouse suspicion, especially not her boyfriend and my girlfriend.
To have more time to play, we set off very early, arriving at the hotel near Amsterdam at 11 a.m. After checking in and putting our things away, we realized that standard rooms in Europe are different from those in China. Although there were still two beds and two sets of bedding, the two beds were pushed together. Although I already knew this, I was still incredibly excited when I got to the hotel room; my voice was trembling slightly, and I was filled with anticipation for the evening. Stealing a glance at her, I saw a blush on her lovely face; she must have sensed the ambiguous atmosphere too.
After putting our things away, we headed to the city center. We took the subway, as taxis were quite expensive there. We had lunch in the city and then leisurely strolled around. She's such a tireless shopper; she walked the entire afternoon without getting tired. We went to the famous Sex Museum, where tickets were very cheap. Of course, I didn't dare suggest going; it was her idea. The biggest surprise inside was holding her hand. Here's what happened: there was a model of a homeless man, the kind that moves. When you get close, it suddenly pulls down its pants, exposing its genitals, accompanied by a scary sound. It startled her, and she quickly moved closer to me, taking my arm. I naturally took her hand in return, and she didn't object. So, we walked hand-in-hand through the Sex Museum like a couple. To be honest, sex felt very sacred there; it didn't feel vulgar at all. We chatted and laughed, and she seemed very enthusiastic, completely innocent. Afterward, we had dinner and then decided to check out the legendary red-light district. Actually, once I got there, I realized the red-light district wasn't anything special. It was just a display case of scantily clad women posing provocatively to attract customers. She suddenly smiled and asked if I was interested in the women in the window. To be honest, I wasn't interested at all; I felt those women were equivalent to AIDS. I said I wasn't interested, and she accused me of pretending. So I said I was more interested in innocent girls, and she just smiled and didn't say anything more.
After we finished exploring the red-light district, it was already 9 pm. We took a taxi back to the hotel. On the way, I imagined a hundred different scenarios for the night, my inner voice a battle between good and evil. I thought I should be careful not to cause any trouble later, but then I remembered the idiom "worse than animals." Although the red-light district wasn't as slutty as I'd imagined, it had increased the ambiguous feelings between us considerably. Later, we held hands the whole time, feeling like a couple. Back at the hotel, she went to take a shower first, while I continued my fantasies, my penis and brain in a state of arousal. After she finished showering, she came out wearing a nightgown she'd brought herself—a rather ladylike one. I quickly took a shower and put on the hotel bathrobe. When I came out, I offered to help her blow-dry her hair, and she agreed.
Her hair was shoulder-length, so while I was blow-drying it, I could legitimately stroke her hair, which was rather ambiguous. She had her back to me, and I admired her figure from behind; it was very alluring. While blow-drying her hair, I casually stroked her shoulder. I couldn't fathom her thoughts at all and didn't dare to do anything more impulsive. After finishing her hair, I quickly dried my own and went back to my own bed. She was already in her bed, tucked in. She lay there, her shoulders exposed, very seductive. I lay in my own bed, turned to her side, and chatted. I asked her if she had fun today, and she said she had a great time, feeling like it was a dream. I said I felt the same way, never expecting to be in the same room as her; it felt like a dream. As we chatted, we started talking about her boyfriend and my girlfriend. She asked if we were doing them a disservice by going out like this. I said, "We didn't do anything, of course we're not doing anything, don't worry." She gave me a knowing smile, and my heart fluttered. I mustered my courage and asked, "Could I move closer to you so we can chat?"
She smiled slightly again, but didn't say anything, seemingly a little shy. I steeled myself and crawled under her covers.
By this time, I had taken off my bathrobe and was wearing a loose t-shirt and only my underwear. We snuggled together under the covers, and I instantly felt a warm sensation. She shifted slightly to make room for me, and we lay facing each other. Since we had already held hands during the day, I naturally took her hand and spoke to her, and she didn't object.
Our faces were very close; we could even feel each other's breath, and the ambiguous atmosphere grew stronger.
Not content with just holding hands, I gradually began to caress her arms, then her shoulders. My hands slowly wrapped around her shoulders, and her body seemed to tremble slightly. I felt another surge of desire and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulling her into my embrace. At this moment, she placed her hands on my chest, separating our bodies. She said we couldn't do this; it would be unfair to her boyfriend and also unfair to my girlfriend. I continued to hold her shoulders, saying not to worry, I just wanted to hug her. She finally removed her hands from her chest, and I took the opportunity to pull her tightly into my arms. The feeling was truly wonderful—holding a warm, fragrant body in my arms was incredibly exciting. I wrapped my arms around her back, and she wrapped her arms around my waist. At that moment, I felt we were cheating, but it was hard to stop. She was wearing a bra under her nightgown, and when I hugged her tightly, I felt her breasts pressed against mine. Then, through the nightgown, I stroked her shoulders, back, and waist.
Her face was also close to mine, and I couldn't help but kiss her cheek; she didn't stop me.
I kissed my way down her cheek to her ear. The moment I kissed her ear, I heard her make a soft "ah" sound. Her ears are very sensitive, and I knew that, so I kissed her ears wholeheartedly, from one side to the other, and then down to her neck. Her neck was equally sensitive; I felt her tremble. Then I wanted to kiss her lips, but this time she stopped me, saying we couldn't do that. I had to resort to a roundabout tactic again. I continued to caress her body, avoiding sensitive areas to avoid her rejection.
I gradually pulled up the hem of her nightgown, above her waist, so that she was only wearing underwear, just like me. I squeezed my thighs between hers, our legs intertwined, and my hands weren't idle either, reaching inside the nightgown to caress her back and waist. I found the clasp of her bra at the back, and before she could react, I instantly unhooked it. Then I continued to caress her, her calves, thighs, stomach, lower abdomen, armpits, and buttocks. Because I avoided sensitive areas, she didn't resist.
Her bra was unhooked, but it was still hanging there. I said it was uncomfortable, and asked if I could take it off for her. She said okay, told me not to look, then turned around, and under the covers, took off the straps of her nightgown, then took off her bra, and put the nightgown back on. When I held her in my arms again, her breasts pressed against my chest through the thin nightgown. Her breasts weren't large, but they were very firm, and this intimate contact excited us both. I pulled her skirt up to her chest, then caressed and kissed her entire body, except for her sensitive areas. She was aroused and was also caressing my body. For better contact, I took off my t-shirt, leaving me in only my underwear. My penis was already hard, pressing against her thigh; she clearly felt it, her face growing increasingly red. Every time I tried to penetrate her sensitive areas, she would stop me. After a few attempts, I decided to try a different approach.
I decided to go all out, pulling her hand inside my underwear, letting her touch my hard penis.
This time she didn't resist, but followed my hand's movements. She even said, "Why is it so hard?" I said, "Of course, it's because of you." I launched another attack, starting with kissing her ear and moving down to her lips. This time she finally didn't resist, and I kissed her lips. Her lips were sweet. She was also excited, sticking out her tongue to French kiss me. This time she was truly aroused; her tongue was very soft. I seized the opportunity to French kiss her, and then my hands began to restlessly caress her breasts. She tried to stop me, but her defenses crumbled under my two-pronged attack. Her breasts were firm, smooth, and elastic—truly exquisite. Her nipples were small, my favorite type.
I caressed her nipples with a French kiss, and she was already panting. I took the opportunity to pull off her nightgown and launched another attack. While kissing and caressing her breasts, I freed one hand and headed straight for her inner thigh. She tried to stop me again, but this time I attacked from all three directions. Her delicate little hands couldn't stop me from touching her genitals through her panties, which were already wet. I caressed her soft genitals through her panties, and she was on the verge of collapse. I prepared to take off her panties, but this time she came to her senses again and said that we really couldn't continue. We couldn't betray her boyfriend and my girlfriend. I whispered sweet nothings and promised that I wouldn't go any further after taking off her panties. To be honest, I still had a sliver of reason left and felt that I couldn't actually have sex with her. Seeing how sincere I was, she finally agreed. I easily pulled off her panties, and quickly pulled off my own, finally holding my roommate's girlfriend naked in my arms. With
her last line of defense down, I slowed down, gently kissing and caressing her, eventually touching her clitoris and vaginal opening. She was soaking wet. Her moans grew louder. I had her curl up with her back to me, and I hugged her from behind. Kissing her ears and caressing her breasts, my penis finally reached her vaginal opening. The moment my glans touched her vaginal opening, she noticed and firmly said no. I could only say I wouldn't go in, just touch her there. I continued to caress and kiss her from top to bottom, rubbing my glans against her vaginal opening while caressing her clitoris. She
finally couldn't take it anymore and started moaning. Her vaginal opening was incredibly slippery, and slowly the tip of my penis became covered in her fluids. This slippery feeling was unbearable, so I gradually pushed it towards the indentation. Her vaginal opening was very tight; it was obvious she was a girl with little sexual experience. This allure was irresistible to both of us. Gradually, my penis was fully inside her vagina, and I began to move back and forth at that depth, already feeling the sensation of sex.
She looked back at me, this time with deep affection in her eyes, and I kissed her. As we kissed passionately, I suddenly noticed her hips thrusting back, a small movement, but this allowed my penis to penetrate even deeper. I was overjoyed; finally, I didn't have to provoke her anymore. I moved back and forth, slowly penetrating deeper with each thrust, then forcefully thrusting in completely. She cried out, "Ah, Feng-ge!" and trembled, letting me do as I pleased. Her lower body was warm and moist, like a virgin's, tightly enveloping me. I thought to myself, "I never thought I'd actually gotten my roommate's girlfriend! It's so stimulating down there; I almost ejaculated." I had to calm myself down first, quietly penetrating her body, caressing and kissing her. Only after the urge to ejaculate subsided did I slowly begin to thrust in and out. We did it in the rear-entry position for a while, then switched to the missionary position. When I felt like ejaculating, I quickly switched back to the woman-on-top position.
She'd never tried this position before and had to ask me to teach her; she looked incredibly cute moving around on top of me. After about 20 minutes, switching between various positions, the urge to ejaculate grew stronger, so I returned to the traditional missionary position, ready to thrust. Knowing I was about to ejaculate, she said, "Feng, you're not wearing a condom, you can't ejaculate inside." I said okay.
I've never dared to ejaculate inside my girlfriend during sex, afraid of pregnancy. Later I found out she always wore a condom with her boyfriend. Before I thrust, I brought her to the brink of orgasm through full-body stimulation, especially clitoral stimulation. Then I began to thrust, determined to ejaculate. She clung tightly to my waist, and I thrust all the way in. She orgasmed during my thrusts, her lower body contracting in waves. I couldn't hold back any longer and, amidst her contractions, deeply penetrated her vagina, ejaculating streams of semen deep inside her. This was my first time ejaculating inside her, and it was also her first time being ejaculated inside. Afterwards, I caressed her, then we showered together, cuddled, and whispered sweet nothings before falling asleep in her arms.
When I woke up in the morning, my little brother was aroused again. I hugged her naked body and started caressing and kissing her. We did it again, and since I was going to take the emergency contraceptive pill anyway, I ejaculated inside her this time. After we had sex, she became even more affectionate towards me, like my girlfriend. Of course, we quickly sobered up. When we left the hotel, she said to treat last night as a dream and that we would never betray each other's love again.
I managed to buy emergency contraception with my broken foreign language, and after she took it, we went home feeling relieved. We didn't have sex again until she returned to her country, but when we were together, we acted like a couple.
This is the story of my roommate's girlfriend. Three years have passed in a flash, and she recently got married. I gave her my best wishes, and we acted as if nothing had happened. This article is a memorial to forget.

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