Going to the wrong toilet but finding the right girlfriend

I'd only been in university for a little over a month when I had a bizarre encounter. I never imagined that the attitudes towards sex between men and women in university would be so completely different from what I experienced in high school.

The first time I went to a lab class, I needed to use the restroom halfway through. I went out to find one, but because it was a lab building, the corridor was deserted. At the end, I found a restroom with a curtain that said "Men's." I hurriedly lifted the curtain and went in, only to find a girl inside who had just finished urinating. Her pants were pulled down to her knees, and she was standing there with her legs spread, head down, carefully wiping her genitals with a tissue. At 18, it was the first time I'd ever seen an adult woman's genitals. I stood there, stunned, feeling a rush of heat from my feet to my head, then to my scrotum, hot and throbbing, and my penis began to swell. I didn't pay attention to whether the girl was pretty or not; I was just staring blankly at her labia parted with her fingers, forgetting I should have looked away.

The girl was probably a junior or senior. Seeing me staring blankly at her genitals, she didn't seem bothered at all. She calmly wiped herself a few times, tossed the tissue into the trash can, and deliberately exposed her genitals towards me, saying in a teasing tone, "Is it really that good-looking? Want to come over and take a closer look? You're a freshman, first time doing an experiment, right? The men's restroom is across the street. We often deliberately hang the wrong curtain to tease you new students."

She laughed, slowly pulling up her briefs and then her jeans. I was startled and quickly retreated, drenched in sweat. Afterwards, my heart was racing, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Dizzy and confused, I walked into the men's restroom across the street, behind a curtain with the word "Women" on it. The men's restroom had two parallel rows of squat toilets. Lost in thought, I stepped onto one, and as I pulled down my pants, my erect penis sprang out, standing straight up. My mind was still preoccupied with the senior's alluring vulva and pubic hair.

Because of the shocking scene I'd just witnessed, the urge to defecate vanished. Squatting there, my penis felt uncomfortably swollen, so I glanced down. Suddenly, I noticed something unusual out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I was stunned again. In the stall opposite me on the right, a girl was squatting, staring wide-eyed at my buttocks and penis. Her pants were pulled down to her calves, and she was peeling off a sanitary napkin from her underwear. She was probably just as stunned as I was. Coincidentally, we were squatting in opposite directions, face to face. I looked closely and recognized her as a girl from my class. She was staring blankly at my lower body, probably startled by my long, thick penis, and hadn't expected that she was also naked from the waist down, her buttocks and thighs completely exposed to me. We both stared at each other's buttocks for a good half minute.

Suddenly, we both snapped out of it and hurriedly pulled up our pants. She had fair skin and a petite figure. As she stood up, my eyes immediately swept over her lower abdomen and genitals. I noticed that she had very little pubic hair, her labia majora were red, and her labia minora were well-developed, protruding beyond the labia majora when she stood up, which made my heart race. What happened next was something I hadn't expected. After pulling up her underwear, she quickly pulled up her pants. When I stood up, I forgot about my erect penis, a full 17 centimeters long and 36 millimeters thick, so conspicuously facing her. Now it was completely exposed to her. I frantically tried to stuff it into my pants. As any guy knows, an erect penis is very difficult to bend and put into jeans; bending it is painful and can cause injury. I started sweating again.

I glanced at her and saw her mouth slightly open, staring blankly at me fiddling with that large penis. When she saw me looking at her, her face instantly turned red, and she lowered her head. Suddenly, she noticed the bloodstained sanitary napkin in her hand and quickly threw it into the toilet. Startled by her, the blood in my penis finally subsided, softened, and shrank a bit, finally allowing me to put it in my pants and zip it up. Afterward, we had a conversation that, inexplicably, still makes me shudder to this day, proving that we had both entered a state of mental chaos.

Pretty Girl: "Going to the bathroom?" (God knows why she asked such a meaningless question.)

Me: "Yeah, you're here too?" (I really didn't think before I spoke, my logic was completely off, and I followed her line with something nonsensical. I swear to God, I meant she was also here to use the bathroom, not that I was asking if she had her period.)

Pretty Girl: "Yeah! What bad luck, it came several days early." (I noticed her face was flushed and she was sweating. It seems her thinking was also chaotic, not much better than mine, and she mistook me for a female classmate.)

"..." (Speechless, we really couldn't find anything to say.)

Finally, at this moment, we both pulled up our pants. Pretty Girl's expression returned to normal a bit, and my thoughts also started to clear up.

Suddenly, we both said in unison, "You've come to the wrong bathroom, haven't you?" After saying this, Pretty Girl stared at me intently. To be honest, she was very pretty, with big eyes.

Mei Mei: "This is the women's restroom, isn't it written on the curtain?" (Her tone became firmer, implying that a college student didn't know the difference between men's and women's restrooms? It seemed that if I couldn't find evidence that I had gone into the wrong restroom, she might think I had deliberately come in to peep at her and

consider me a pervert.) I almost collapsed again. Being accused of going into the wrong restroom twice in one day by a girl—if word got out, I might as well quit college. But I couldn't explain to her that I had gone into the other restroom, seen a girl urinating, and been kicked out, so I went into this one. I felt like my brain was a bucket of glue, completely stuck and unable to think. Finally, a way out was found; I found extremely strong evidence to prove my innocence.

I said to her something I have to admire myself for: "This is the men's restroom, I asked, the curtain was just hanging in the wrong place. That urinal isn't for women, is it?" With that, I proudly pointed to the very typical men's urinal in the restroom.

Sure enough, these words had a powerful effect; her face flushed even redder than before. Her head drooped, and she mumbled softly to me, "Oh dear, I didn't notice! Don't tell anyone. Could you shield me for a moment? I still need to change. The girls' restroom across the street is used by guys, and I'm too scared to go in there!"

After that startling eye contact, coupled with the shock of realizing she'd gone to the wrong restroom, her mind was probably in complete disarray. She'd completely forgotten I was a guy and actually asked me to help her change her sanitary pad. So, an even stranger scene unfolded: for the next few minutes, she hid behind me changing her sanitary pad. At this point, my mind cleared a bit. Knowing I couldn't miss this opportunity, I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye as she turned her back to me. She had pulled her pants down to halfway up her thighs and was bending over, wiping away the secretions that had stained her underwear after hastily pulling it up. Because she was wearing a short t-shirt, her round, white buttocks were sticking up more than half a meter away from me, completely naked from her waist to her thighs

. Her smooth, beautiful buttocks were stunning. I had never imagined a woman's buttocks could be so beautiful, especially so close to me. She seemed completely unaware that I was peeking. Her half-bent body allowed me a clear view of her deep red anus and half of her vulva. Her plump, pink labia majora were partially closed, and her well-developed, red labia minora protruded high. I felt as if I had been electrocuted, my blood rushing to my head. Although I didn't dare touch her yet, the visual stimulation of seeing female genitalia for the second time excited me excessively, and the ensuing sexual urge made me unable to hold back any longer. I knew I was about to ejaculate.

Because it was October and I was wearing little clothing, I was worried about wetting my pants with ejaculation. Before I ejaculated, I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my large, hard penis. I lost control; I didn't care if the sky were falling. I simply turned around and stared intently at her beautiful buttocks and genitals, masturbating rapidly and excitedly as I watched. Perhaps my heavy breathing startled her, or perhaps she had already changed her sanitary pads. As she pulled up her underwear, she straightened up and turned around. The scene before her shocked her even more. I believe she had never seen such a large penis and a purplish, swollen glans so close before. She must have mistakenly thought I had injured myself and that it was swollen, because she seemed unaware of what I was doing and uttered the classic concerned question: "Are you in a lot of pain?"

That simple sentence brought me to climax. My ejaculation was triggered, and thick semen gushed out more than a meter away. My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at her. Her face was flushed, one hand covering her mouth to stifle a cry, the other pulling at her unbuttoned trousers. Her eyes were fixed on my still-ejaculating penis, her face filled with astonishment.

Finally, I finished ejaculating. I even used my hand to squeeze the semen from the base of my penis back into my urethra twice, wiped my gradually softening penis with toilet paper, tucked it into my underwear, and zipped it up. Strangely, from beginning to end, she seemed frozen in place, neither leaving nor screaming, simply watching my ejaculation performance with amazement as I cleaned my penis and put on my pants. But I could feel her breathing was as rapid as mine.

After calming down, I looked at her, and she looked at me, in a state of stalemate. I was puzzled; we were both definitely a little out of our minds today, out of character. She didn't leave immediately. Instead, she looked at me, then at the large puddle of semen on the floor, her expression very strange. Then she said something that made me incredibly embarrassed: "Are you done? Is that semen coming out of your...?" I could only nod awkwardly. Thankfully, she then reminded me, "With so much, won't people see?"

Luckily, the restroom was at the end of the corridor, and there were very few people walking around in the lab building. In desperation, I asked her for a few tissues that girls usually carry and hastily wiped the semen off the floor. I looked up and saw her smiling knowingly, watching me do this with great interest. After I finished, she looked at my sweaty, embarrassed face, chuckled, glanced left and right at the door, and then slipped out.

I slowly calmed myself down, relieved myself again, and returned to the lab. As I entered, I glanced around furtively. Everyone was focused on their experiments, and no one seemed to notice me. I noticed she was the only one watching me come in, but I deliberately ignored her and continued with my experiment. Throughout the afternoon's experiments, I sensed her unusually heightened emotions. She neglected her experiments, intentionally walking past me several times and stopping a few times to chat idly with her colleague. I clearly felt that even while she was talking to others, her eyes were definitely on me, watching my expression. I never looked at her. Yet, her beautiful, snow-white, round buttocks and her red labia kept flashing through my mind. The stimulation was so intense that I dreamt of her that night—a erotic dream of having sex with her—and even had a wet dream. Afraid my roommate would find out, I carefully changed my underwear.

The next day, nothing happened. I knew she hadn't told anyone about it, and I was very grateful to her. A few days later, she started deliberately asking me for help with things, and I didn't dare refuse. Whenever I saw her, her beautiful round buttocks and red vulva would immediately appear in my mind's eye, and my penis would involuntarily become erect. She must have noticed this, because when no one was looking, she would always stare at my crotch with a strange expression, causing me to involuntarily get a large bulge, making me very embarrassed and uncomfortable, while she seemed very happy. I was a little afraid to see her. If I saw her coming from a distance, I would quickly take a detour to escape, but several times she would suddenly appear in front of me out of nowhere, deliberately trying to talk to me; I felt like she was watching me.

In the week following the toilet incident, during our interactions, I clearly felt that she seemed hesitant, as if she had something to say. I always felt that I wouldn't be able to rest easy so easily, and I was burdened with worries again. A few days later, she finally couldn't bear it any longer. One evening after dinner, she asked me to go to the school playground. I knew this matter had to be resolved, so I didn't dare not go, and I prayed in my heart that she didn't have any ill intentions. We had our first discussion about that matter, and the question she asked was completely unexpected. To this day, I still don't understand how women think.

After we met, I've forgotten what she said incoherently. I knew the main point hadn't even started yet, so I let her talk. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked a question I never expected: "Were you masturbating that day?"

I stared at her, speechless, sweating profusely. Her big eyes were fixed on me, but she didn't seem to be mocking me. I said, "Yes!"

Then she asked, "Was what came out of your...that...that was really...semen? Don't lie to me."

I didn't know what she was thinking, so I could only answer, "Yes, I'm not lying to you."

She seemed quite satisfied. After thinking for a while, she said a little shyly, "That day when I saw you take off your pants and squat down, your...that...thing was very big and long. Is that what people call an 'erection'?"

At that moment, I felt like a criminal, answering every question without hesitation: "It was an erection."

Unexpectedly, she then asked a crucial question: "People say that men only get erections when they are sexually aroused. Why were you like that as soon as you came in? Did you come in on purpose so I could see?"

After asking the question, she stared intently into my eyes. My head went blank for a moment, my thoughts almost went haywire again. This question stumped me. After hesitating for a while, I decided it was better to be honest (I deliberately made it vague). So I said I had gone into another restroom and saw a female senior urinating, so that's how it happened.

I never thought I could get away with these details in front of a girl. She relentlessly pressed me, asking why I got an erection just from seeing her urinating, implying I must have seen something. Finally, I gave in and confessed everything, saying I saw the senior's parted labia, which triggered sexual stimulation and caused my erection.

She seemed very excited, asking incredibly probing questions, even finding out that the senior had thick pubic hair. I admired her ability to get to the bottom of things. These questions must have been on her mind for a long time, and she wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of them. I saw her return to her mischievous, smiling expression, seemingly satisfied, thinking the matter was over. But she didn't seem willing to let me go. From the look in her eyes, I could clearly sense she was thinking about something, which made me feel confused and uneasy.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she asked the question I feared most: "Were you masturbating that day because you were peeping at me?" My scalp tightened, and of course, I denied it outright.

"Then why did you take it out again after you had already put your pants on? And why was it so hard and long?" I stammered, sweating profusely.

"That day when you put your pants on, I saw that your...thing had become smaller and softer. You yourself said that men only get erections when they are sexually aroused. You must have been peeping at me, otherwise why would it have gotten hard and big, and why would you masturbate behind me, and...and...ejaculate?" She asked relentlessly.

I stared blankly at her, unsure of her purpose, and dared not answer. At that moment, I knew I looked like a complete idiot.

"Tell me, did you peek at me or not? What part of me did you look?"

I was still thinking about how to answer without angering her when suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: she didn't seem angry at all; instead, she seemed to expect me to admit that I had peeked.

I knew that whether I faced it or not, I would be in trouble, so I steeled myself and said, "Yes, I peeked at you. I'm sorry."

I couldn't tell how she would react; she didn't seem to care about my answer. Her eyes were a little dazed as she thought about something. I wasn't sure, but she seemed a little excited.

"Then...then...where did you see me? My...you know, that part, did you see it too?" she stammered as she asked again.

I realized she wouldn't give up until she asked. I really don't understand the logic of how girls think. Since I'd already admitted it, I might as well confess everything and get this over with: "Yes, I saw everything. I was so excited I felt like I was about to ejaculate that I masturbated. You can't blame me, guys all do that."

She stared at me intently, clearly a little agitated: "Don't lie to me, did you really see it? Even my... you know, a girl's... you know, you saw it too?" I really don't understand why she's so interested in this detail, insisting on confirming that I actually saw her genitals.

"Yes, I saw not only your entire buttocks, but also most of your genitals. Forget it, let's not dwell on it. You saw my entire penis, and you even saw me masturbate and ejaculate. You didn't lose out, so let's call it even. I apologize." Afraid she'd get angry, I said this to appease her.

"You really got an erection and masturbated because you saw my...that?" she pressed for details.

"Really, I've never seen a woman's genitals before. You're not only very beautiful, but yours is so beautiful, it fascinates me. So when I saw it, I couldn't resist. Because I was afraid of ejaculating in my pants, I took it out and masturbated on the floor. I'm really sorry, it's also because you're so beautiful." I thought I should flatter her a bit to inflate her vanity and make things easier.

She didn't seem angry, nor did she continue asking questions. She stared into the distance for a while, then said, "Go back," but sat there without moving, lost in thought. Back in my dorm, I couldn't sleep, my mind preoccupied. I kept replaying the whole thing in my mind, and it seemed the situation wasn't so bad. The next day, I anxiously watched her, and seeing that she still seemed happy,

I finally felt relieved. She kept asking me to do things, and to please her, I tried my best. Later, she brought up the same old questions several times, and I even mentioned that I had seen her well-developed labia minora, the color of her genitals, her sparse pubic hair, and her attractive anus. She finally believed that I had seen her private parts completely. Moreover, I maliciously described how beautiful and alluring her genitals and buttocks were, and she seemed happy and satisfied. What a naive and adorable little girl.

After that, her questions became increasingly explicit. She started asking about male sexual physiology, even asking me how a penis gets erect, whether it hurts or feels good, what methods men use for masturbation, how they ejaculate, what ejaculation feels like, and so on. I deliberately spoke in a mysterious and dramatic way, as if I were experiencing an orgasm. I pretended to be honest and told her about the obscene dreams I had during my many nocturnal emissions, exaggerating and fabricating all sorts of things. She believed me without question and was very interested, often showing a strong curiosity and a fascinated expression, completely unaware that I was secretly seducing her.

Our conversations became increasingly unrestrained. I had grasped her mindset, and my compliments and praises became more and more natural. She really liked it when I said she was beautiful, and even when I said I had inappropriate thoughts about her, often getting an erection from thinking about her, she never got angry. She wasn't as shy as before. When her classmates saw her always sticking to me, they never suspected anything and assumed we were a couple, so no one asked her out anymore. We never explained, which made it easier for us to be together. Besides discussing homework and exams, we would talk about obscene things. She would ask about the romantic affairs of boys she was interested in, and I would cater to her interests by making up lewd stories for her, which she enjoyed immensely.

We were so familiar with each other that we could talk about anything, without any reservations. She even jokingly asked me a few times if I wanted to see her genitals again. I said I absolutely wanted to; it was the most beautiful thing I wanted to see in the world. She laughed at me, calling me a hopeless pervert, and said she would allow me to dream about her, play with her genitals, and even have an ejaculation inside her vagina—she wouldn't care.

Many times I actually dreamed of having sex with her and ejaculating, and I told her about it while we were talking nonsense. Despite her refined and proper demeanor in public, she repeatedly asked about the details of our dreams, wanting to hear them again and again, without getting annoyed or finding it vulgar. I think the first time she witnessed a man ejaculate in front of her was a deeply traumatic experience, hence her unusual interest in ejaculation. Also, that unusual opportunity we had broke down our facades, eliminating any sexual barriers between us.

Gradually, I noticed she seemed to really want me to dream about her, and she insisted on knowing exactly whether we had sex. She loved listening to me recount my erotic dreams, asking detailed questions, even about how penetration happened and whether I ejaculated. Actually, I forget many details of dreams upon waking, so to satisfy her, I made up stories to amuse her, and she listened with blushing and a racing heart, thoroughly enjoying it. Eventually, I also started to enjoy her asking these stimulating and provocative questions; our mental states both became somewhat lewd.

But it should be noted that although we talked intimately and rambled on, no longer using vague terms like "that" or "this," we never actually crossed any lines. Although she had an unusual interest in sex, she was actually a very well-behaved girl. I, on the other hand, was a very cautious and timid person, not wanting to make any mistakes that would affect my studies and future. So, we only indulged in our fantasies verbally. We talked about sex in glowing terms, but neither of us dared to take any real action. We were still very diligent in our studies. I was an excellent student, and she was even a class leader. In front of others, we never did anything vulgar or used dirty language.

The following summer, during a casual conversation, she asked me again if I really wanted to see her genitals. I said I really did. She said she felt sorry for me and would let me fulfill my wish, promising to let me see them carefully the next day. This excited me all night.

The next afternoon, when we had no classes, she wore a very pretty dress and took the initiative to pull me to a quiet corner by the playground. Looking around, there were very few people on the playground in the afternoon, with only a few students playing soccer in the distance who weren't bothered by the heat. She said it was absolutely safe here, with very few people passing by in the afternoon. She had carefully observed and checked, because there was a large circle of dense, chest-high saplings around, and even if someone passed by, they would be at least 20 meters away from us. We could see everything far around us, and she absolutely guaranteed that we could see others, while others couldn't see anything clearly in the shadows behind the trees. She told me not to worry, and it seemed she had been preparing for this for a long time.

She sat at one end of the bench, had me stand in front of her, and asked me to take "it" out, first showing her my two "testicles," and then demonstrating the process of penile erection. Of course, I was more than willing, so I quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my limp penis, and stroked it back and forth a few times. To let her see clearly, I let go. Under the gaze of her beautiful eyes, I began to get excited. My penis became engorged with blood, throbbing and erecting, slowly growing thicker and longer, standing erect. Her head was at the same level as my penis, and her eyes were about 20 centimeters away. This time, she witnessed a man's erect penis up close. I knew she'd been wanting to see my penis for a long time. Yesterday, when she asked me to show her genitals, it was just an excuse; her real purpose was to see mine, which I was more than willing to do.

She was flushed with excitement, her breathing heavy, her beautiful eyes fixed on me without blinking. To please her, I knew I had to demonstrate what an erect penis looked like today, so I secretly contracted my pelvic floor muscles, making my penis engorged with blood, becoming very long and thick, with visible veins, and the glans swollen and purple, like a small egg. Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, her surprised expression incredibly cute, which excited me even more, making me feel very heroic.

To further excite her, I pulled my scrotum out of my pants, letting my testicles hang under my erect penis. She was completely stunned; I believe this was the most amazing and sexually stimulating thing she had ever seen in her life. Seeing her eager expression, I offered to let her touch it. So she hesitantly extended a finger to touch my penis, her hand still trembling slightly. I grabbed her hand, and she tried to pull it back, but I firmly pulled it closer, making her place her palm directly on my testicles and gently stroking them. After I let go, she didn't pull her hand away, but continued to slowly feel the size of my testicles, blinking her big eyes repeatedly with a very fascinated expression. Seeing that she was no longer nervous, I told her to hold my penis so she could feel its heat and hardness. She held it gently without moving, so I told her to hold it harder and experience it. Her hand was very warm and soft, and I told her to hold my penis and stroke it back and forth, which felt very good. She looked at and touched it repeatedly for more than ten minutes, then told me to masturbate to ejaculation.

"My ejaculation range can reach 1.5 meters!" I said proudly.

"Really? Then hurry up and ejaculate for me!" she said eagerly.

She sat there with her legs bent and spread wide in a V-shape. I realized she was well-prepared. She wasn't wearing underwear; she had pulled her skirt up to her thighs, exposing her genitals completely. I could see very clearly up close. Her thighs were incredibly smooth and white, and her labia majora were highly erect, probably due to sexual arousal and engorgement. Her labia minora, which were previously red, were now purplish-red. Because her legs were spread wide, her vulva was slightly open, revealing the vaginal opening. Her labia majora were smooth, and due to her heightened sexual desire, they were completely soaked with vaginal fluid.

This was the first time in my life I had seen a woman's bare thighs and an adult woman's genitals so clearly up close. I was completely mesmerized by how beautiful a woman's genitals were. My head was spinning, and I involuntarily gripped my penis and began masturbating wildly. After only a few dozen strokes, I ejaculated. Her semen gushed out, and she watched intently, laughing incessantly as my ejaculation traveled far. She watched my entire erection and ejaculation process, until my penis softened. Then she carefully pinched it and shook it, wondering why it had become so small again. Finally, she dipped a drop of semen in her fingertip and rubbed it between two fingers, experiencing its slippery texture, satisfying her curiosity. I believe that, like me, it was the first time in her life she had felt so obscene and wild.

Later, she often came to me to do this game for her, seemingly enjoying it immensely. We also touched each other many times. She loved touching my penis, letting it slowly become erect, hard, and large in her hand, and each time she would masturbate me and watch me ejaculate. She also often wanted me to touch her vulva, but she always warned me that I was absolutely not allowed to insert my fingers into her vagina. She only asked me to massage her clitoris and labia majora and minora, which would quickly bring her to orgasm. Because I liked her very much and respected her, and because I am a very trustworthy person, I never broke her rules.

Many times, when I really wanted to have sex, she wouldn't allow it, so she came up with this method: she would have me stand behind her, hug her, and she would lift her skirt, pull down her panties, and tightly clamp my penis between her buttocks and inner thighs, asking me to thrust into her buttocks as if it were real intercourse. I really liked this feeling; my penis poking into her soft buttocks was more stimulating and comfortable than masturbation. While doing this, her back was pressed against me, and she asked me to put my hands under her skirt to massage her clitoris and labia minora. Soon, she would tremble all over and reach orgasm. I discovered that she had a very strong sex drive and aroused very quickly; she often had several orgasms before I ejaculated.

Our relationship became increasingly close, and our classmates all assumed we were a couple, never suspecting anything, which avoided a lot of trouble. And so, we lived peacefully, maintaining this inexplicable "friendship in the toilet" (that's what she called it) until graduation. We touched every part of each other's bodies; she even showed me her hymen. I licked her genitals and sucked her breasts, she gave me oral sex, and we even tasted semen, but we never had actual intercourse. I don't know what I did wrong; it was truly bizarre.

After graduation, we lost contact for a while. I dated a few girlfriends, but I didn't feel anything for any of them. I still missed her, dreaming about her many times, each time resulting in nocturnal emissions. A year later, she called my home. Hearing her voice made me incredibly excited. It turned out she had found a great job. She said she had always missed me, couldn't forget me, and often dreamed about me, asking if I had a girlfriend. I was overjoyed.

Later, she became my wife. She told me that she never felt passionate about other guys she dated, and she never dared to speak as freely and unrestrainedly as she did with me. She missed the carefree feeling she had when she was with me; she longed for the feeling of being with me, just like my emotions. We were practically a match made in heaven; for her, it was like going to the wrong toilet and marrying the right man.

She was still obsessed with my penis, and remained just as interested in its erection and ejaculation. This must be what sexologists mean when they say, "The first and most intense sexual stimulation will influence a person's future sexual awareness."

I loved to hug her from behind like before, with her buttocks and inner thighs tightly gripping my penis. As I thrust, I would masturbate and massage her clitoris, and she would have several orgasms quickly, just like in college. Now we could do it naked at home, which felt even more exciting and relaxing. I would ejaculate all over her buttocks and thighs, and we would whisper our never-ending lewd love words while playing.

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