Every boy should have a beautiful memory of a "high school senior".

My family lives in a remote rural area. To attend the local prestigious high school (or so I thought), I have to commute an hour every day, arriving around 5 a.m. still half asleep. One winter morning, I found a good seat and was about to close my eyes when a female high school student tossed her bag across from me: "Hey, I'll sit across from you."
"Okay, whatever," I thought, nodded, and went back to sleep.
After that, we often chatted on the bus together. Later, after I started boarding school, I only saw
her once a week. I was actually quite vain back then; my friends were curious why I could chat with a female high school student
on the bus—and she would even bring me breakfast in the morning (her family owns a breakfast shop). I was
happy to indulge in the illusion that I was popular with girls. Oh,

I forgot to introduce her. She was a student at a local girls' high school, a year ahead of me. She had fair skin, a ponytail, was about 168cm tall, and usually wore a uniform—she seemed like a fair-skinned and elegant girl. One day, after arguing with her family, she stormed into my rented apartment after school and asked to stay the night. That day, after she washed up and changed into casual clothes, I realized she actually had quite a figure. Being a real gentleman (lol), I let her sleep on the bed, and I slept on the floor.

After she graduated, we still kept in touch via text messages. She didn't continue her studies but went to work. On the day I finished my university entrance exams, she said she had saved some money from her work, and since I had also finished my major exams, she wanted to treat me to a meal to reward me for my hard work preparing for the exams. At the end of the text message, she added, "If dinner's late, you can sleep at my place. I live alone anyway, it's fine."

"If dinner's late, you can sleep at my place. I live alone anyway, it's fine."
"If dinner's late, you can sleep at my place. I live alone anyway, it's fine."
"If dinner's late, you can sleep at my place. I live alone anyway, it's fine."
God knows how many times that sentence swirled in my mind! Day and night.
If this wasn't temptation, then what was?!
The boys in my class unanimously agreed that this was an invitation with more than just friendship, and told me to be prepared.
And being the obedient and well-behaved person I am, of course I went, bringing two condoms I'd stolen from my dad.

That night, my senior treated me to hot pot. It was a rather tasteless meal because I was internally fighting with myself. Looking at my senior's face, I felt so pathetic, actually fantasizing that she was tempting me—utterly rotten! As soon as she started working and earning money, she immediately thought of treating me to a meal. Thinking about this made me feel so ashamed. So I made up my mind that after we finished eating, I would ask her to take me to the station so I could catch a bus back to my rented apartment. I was really determined!

"Hey, how about you come see a movie with me? You can leave afterward..." my senior said after we finished our hot pot.
"Won't that be too late?" I checked my watch; it would be at least 11 pm after the movie. In the countryside, 11 pm is when only the streetlights are still lit.
"No, there should still be buses, right? Come with me~~~" my senior said, a little coquettishly.
"Okay...okay." So, on the way to the movie theater with her on our scooter, my mind started racing again. Wasn't this basically a ploy to get me to stay at her place? This fantasy only became clear after my senior chose a movie; I then realized it was a misjudgment. We sat in an empty movie theater, watching Jackie Chan's sci-fi film "The Tuxedo" (I wouldn't have watched it even if it were free, you can start calculating my era now) –
a movie that's about two hours long. We watched it quietly… quietly… so obediently, that I
almost fell asleep. Finally, after the tedious movie ended, my senior, satisfied, drove me to the station. When we arrived, the station gates slowly lowered… This was truly the first time in my life I'd ever seen a station gate lower for me. Just as I was dumbfounded, my senior spoke.
"Then stay at my place," she winked and stuck out her tongue. She practically said "kiss."

When we arrived at her place, she lived in a small suite. Actually, I was quite nervous. I'm usually very good at banter with friends, but actually being in a girl's room, I was really, really shy. I didn't even dare sit on the bed, instead sitting on the floor.
While my senior was showering, even though the TV in the room was loud, the sound of the shower and the steam rising from under the door actually gave me a physical reaction… I had to quickly change the channel to a Taiwanese horror movie so I wouldn’t be embarrassed to face her when she came out. Finally, she finished showering, and it was my turn to shower.
Goodness gracious!

I stumbled upon her underwear in the bathroom. Although I’ve always been the one to hang clothes out to dry at home, seeing other girls’ underwear made me explode. It was a complete set of apple-green lace lingerie, and you could tell from the bra cups how amazing her size was… At that moment, I couldn’t take it anymore. Looking at her underwear, I masturbated twice in a whirlwind of fantasies!
“Hmm! That’s good, at least I won’t do anything inappropriate after we go out,” I gave myself a plausible excuse.

Of course, things weren’t as stupid as I imagined. And I was that stupid one.
That night, I still willingly slept on the floor. But in the middle of the night, I heard a sound like water. The sound was strange; it wasn't the sound of water from the bathroom. It was intermittent, and it seemed to be coming from
the bed… then accompanied by my senior's muffled groans. "Damn it! What am I supposed to do?" I panicked! I was completely flustered! If I pretended to be stupid, wouldn't I really be an idiot? If I rashly got into bed, my senior was just groaning while digging her throat (what?).
But things always take their course. Just as I was hesitating with my eyes closed, my blanket was pulled back… a uniquely feminine fragrance wafted into the blanket…

"Junior, are you asleep?" How rude! My senior whispered in my ear after getting under the covers.
"Um… a little bit." I really didn't know what to say.
"Okay, then you go to sleep first." Just as I was feeling both disappointed and relieved, my senior spoke again.
"Can I sleep a little closer to you?" she asked, feigning ignorance. Before I could answer, she had already turned her face towards me and wrapped one arm around my waist.
There was no turning back now. My senior kissed my lips, and I, already exploding with desire, naturally responded. My hands gently touched her breasts—god! My hands were completely overwhelmed, and she wasn't wearing a bra… The naive me almost fainted from the shock. But she went even further, slipping her hand inside my basketball shorts and boxer shorts, gently caressing my penis… my penis reacted very honestly.
"You're not angry, are you?" she asked, flashing that damn sweet smile again.
"No…no," I replied, but I was afraid that if this happened a few more times, I'd get sick from the shock.
Her caresses transmitted a warm warmth from her palms, then turned into grasping my penis and starting to stroke it rapidly. Since I had already secretly masturbated, it wasn't easy to ejaculate. My senior started panting, and her scent, mixed with the smell of sweat, reached my nose.
I don't know how much time passed… but my little brother was completely subdued… This is probably one of the unique talents of high school boys; even though they had just ejaculated twice two hours earlier, they were still able to release some inexplicable liquid.
I remember my senior holding my penis, mixed with the hot, sticky semen, for a while before getting up to wash her hands.
That night, we slept in each other's arms until dawn.

As for what happened with my senior, I'll share more when I have time. Today is my dreaded thesis oral exam, so I need to catch up on some sleep. I
was fortunate enough to see a post on the forum by someone who shared an article about going to Kenting with a girl, which resonated with me. My senior and I have also been to Kenting, not intentionally, but because our homes are both very close to Kenting, only a half-hour motorcycle ride away. After starting work in Taipei, I realized how attractive Kenting's sea is to city dwellers living busy and noisy lives; before, I thought it was a sight I didn't want to see. My senior and I also went to Kenting, riding my newly bought motorcycle.
After the university entrance exam results were released, I was accepted into a national university in central Taiwan, which meant I would have to continue living away from home.
"Want to go to Kenting? You can give me a ride." My senior's text messages were always concise, like they were charged by the word.
So, for the first two weeks of my university semester, we went to Kenting to swim and stroll around. Since our home is so close to Kenting, nothing particularly special happened on the way. At most, she'd occasionally laugh so hard she'd practically cling to my back when we joked around. Then I'd accidentally have a physical reaction.

"Xiao Nian, want to stay at a guesthouse? There are still rooms available!" As soon as we reached the streets of Kenting, a little bee on a bike immediately followed.
"Uh, no need, our home is quite far from here..." I replied directly.
"Okay, take us to see it." Here we go again! My senior always makes decisions without consulting me first.
"It's okay~ let's go see it~" Ugh! Her usual sweet, cloying pleading.
"Okay." I knew it was pointless to say anything more; she always made the decisions herself anyway.
As expected, after seeing the room, my senior immediately agreed to the owner, and it instantly became a two-day, one-night trip. Luckily, the room was cheap and spacious on a weekday, and it had two single beds.

Perhaps the first post was too brief; my interactions with my senior might seem like a romantic encounter, but we've actually known each other for quite some time. I remember when we commuted together, sometimes it was so crowded after school that we'd hold onto the handrails, our bodies almost touching. Often, when she raised her hand to grip the handrail, I could see the color of her bra that day and her full breasts beyond the cup size through the gap in her sleeve. She probably knew, but she didn't say anything. Sometimes, when the bus was too crowded, she would even lean against me. After I moved out in my second year of high school, she would sometimes skip her tutoring classes after school, and we'd go grab a snack or go shopping together before she took the train home. But she never had a boyfriend, and neither did I, and neither of us ever asked each other if we were dating. We'd even share which members of the opposite sex we thought were nice.

That night, I was strolling through the streets of Kenting with Xiaomeng (my senior's nickname, of course, a pseudonym). Honestly, Kenting wasn't anything new to us, except that we'd never explored it together. Xiaomeng saw a brightly colored leather bracelet at a stall outside a Nanyang snack bar, happily picked it up, tried it on, and decided to buy it. After paying, she wore it like a little girl, proudly showing it off to me. To get a closer look, I grabbed her hand. We ended up holding hands and strolling around all evening. I'm actually quite vain; holding her hand made me feel good. That day, she was wearing very short beach shorts and a loose t-shirt, revealing her long, fair legs, and the low neckline showed off a deep cleavage. Walking down the street, I could feel people glancing at her. Occasionally, when I let go of her hand, she would hold mine again.

We sat on the beach at Nanwan, chatting and watching the stars, until the music from the small bar stopped and the beach became increasingly quiet before heading back to our guesthouse to rest. We sat on the floor, leaning against the mattress watching TV, flipping through channels and chatting idly. I forget why, but I remember this time I turned and kissed Xiaomeng's lips. Partly because I really missed the feeling of kissing her in her room last time, and partly because I wanted to play a prank and get revenge (please refer to the beautiful memories every boy should have of a "high school senior").

She paused for a moment, seemingly stunned.

"Hmph! Let's see how bold you are!" I thought to myself, gloating.

I lost.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she leaned in and kissed my lips tightly. The sudden action completely caught me off guard, and I nervously tried to pull my face away, but instead, she wrapped one arm around my neck and slowly laid her body against me. It was that familiar scent again, a light, faint fragrance wafting from Xiaomeng, caressing every cell in my body. The fragrance that filled my nostrils seemed to have a magical power, prompting me to begin kissing Xiaomeng's lips earnestly and gently, biting lightly, pressing lightly with the tip of my tongue, and then probing my tongue between her lips. The moment she extended her tongue in response, my body, unable to bear the weight of her lying down, collapsed to the ground. Xiaomeng lay on top of me, continuing to kiss me with her eyes closed, but she, pressing against me, must have felt the strange bulge in my lower body. I gently moved her to my side, then slipped my hand inside her shirt, gently stroking her back, then her waist, slowly moving to her flat stomach. As my palm gently circled her lower abdomen, my little finger seemed to touch the pubic hair of her genitals, and Xiaomeng seemed to tremble slightly. I moved my palm upwards, touching the warm underwire of her bra. How could I be satisfied with just that? So I tried to slip my palm inside her bra cups, but it was too tight, so I wrapped my hand around her back and unbuttoned it.

Unbuttoning…unbuttoning…unbuttoning…I tried for so long…so long…so long….

I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it

! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! I couldn't undo it! "Damn it! We never practiced, look how embarrassing this is!" "How can an all-boys school not teach students how to unbutton girls' clothes?!" My heart was filled with extreme regret and cursing at this learning environment! What we learned was completely useless!

While I was still internally rehearsing, Xiaomeng reached behind her and, with a "click," unhooked her bra. Then… she sat up on the floor, and in front of me, pulled off her loose top, bra and all. At that moment, Xiaomeng also let down her ponytail, which she'd been wearing all day. Before me was a picture of unparalleled beauty; I could hardly believe it. But it was indeed my senior, the girl I'd commuted to work with, skipped classes with, and even had some intimate moments with. And before me, I was no longer her in her uniform; her fair, firm breasts swayed in front of me. I rose and continued kissing her, my hands passionately caressing her breasts, then my lips slowly moved down, down… down… past her neck, her collarbone, and finally to her chest. I gently kissed her breasts with my tongue, and then I heard her soft moans, accompanied by the increasingly noticeable rise and fall of her chest. I closed my eyes and slowly kissed her, my nose greedily inhaling her unique, delicate fragrance.

My senior gently pushed my head away, and I saw a brief smile flash across her face as she playfully stuck out her tongue.

Oh no, every time I see that smile, it means she's thinking of something again.

She moved her hands down, pulling off my beach shorts, my boxer shorts… and then gently stroked my penis, which no longer needed any warming, gently… slowly, stroking every detail. Sometimes her fingertips, sometimes her entire palm, caressing it.

"Is it okay?" she asked, of course, just a lie. Before I could react, she had already brought her face close to my genitals…

"Stop!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled!

Xiaomeng seemed startled, staring blankly at me.
"Um... I've been walking around all day and I'm sweating a lot, so I'll... I'll smell really bad." I was genuinely embarrassed.
"Hehe, how about we take a shower together?" It was that irresistibly sweet tone again.
We went into the bathroom together, and this time I mischievously pulled down her panties. I saw Xiaomeng's flushed cheeks, so sweet and cute. For the first time, I saw Xiaomeng completely naked. Nearly 168 cm tall, with fair and flawless skin, a firm and petite bottom, and full breasts. But I suddenly turned away shyly. After all, I had never let anyone see me naked, especially not... erect. We agreed to shower separately and then go back to our rooms. Of course, I turned around to steal a few glances at her during the shower, but she obediently turned her back to me while showering.

"How low I am," I muttered to myself.

Just as I was about to put my panties back on, Xiaomeng suddenly gently grabbed my hand.

"Hey, don't even think about escaping..." Xiaomeng gently squatted down.

Ugh! Annoying! I knew it wasn't as simple as I thought. It was that mischievous smile again, along with her flushed cheeks.

Xiaomeng knelt on the floor in front of me, then lifted my penis with her hand, stuck out her tongue, and gently began to kiss it. Then slowly, my entire penis slowly disappeared into her mouth... Xiaomeng closed her eyes, very focused, very focused. I could feel my penis being turned around in her mouth by the back of her tongue, back and forth, deep and shallow. The quiet bathroom was filled with the sounds of my senior's saliva and my penis churning. This was the first time in my life that I had experienced oral sex. It was tingling and numb. After a while, I didn't know if it was because the bathroom was too stuffy or my blood pressure was really too high, but I started to feel a little dizzy and my legs were weak, so I had to ask her to stop.

After drying myself off and leaving the bathroom, before I even reached the bed, I was already hugging her from behind, and the entire mirrored wall honestly reflected our two naked bodies. Xiaomeng gently moved my hand down from her breasts until it reached her pubic area. Even I, with my slowed senses, knew I didn't need any further instructions. I inserted my fingers into her genitals, and they were immediately covered in a sticky fluid. With slow, gentle caresses and pressure, I could feel the fluid increasing, and as Xiaomeng's breathing grew louder, my entire palm was almost completely wet. My senior shifted slightly, leaning forward and placing her hands on the cabinet in front of her, her genitals completely exposed to me. Under the soft yellow light, the fluid on her genitals glistened. Xiaomeng slipped her hand between her legs and gently guided my penis towards her (goodness, I used a condom beforehand, but I was too lazy to write it down). With a slight push, my already erect penis slowly entered my senior's body. It was an unforgettable experience because, through the mirror, I saw myself embracing my senior from behind, her cheeks flushed, moving slowly. I saw her eyes closed, breathing heavily.
I held Xiaomeng's waist (literally her waist, not the saddle belt some heroic dragon-slaying hero described) and went from gentle thrusting to increasing speed, then forceful pounding. For me, the most satisfying part wasn't the physical contact, but seeing Xiaomeng so intimately connected with me, hearing her soft moans, feeling the beads of sweat on my palms, and feeling the wetness and stickiness of her fluids on my lower abdomen and genitals.

With each thrust, I saw her breasts swaying in the mirror and heard her soft moans.

I ejaculated, completely releasing all my desire for her that night. Holding her, I felt her body trembling. Compared to the experts on the forum, I never felt particularly fierce or skilled, and I didn't even know if she was truly "satisfied." But all I wanted was to hold her quietly, gently smooth her slightly damp hair, and wipe the sweat from her back. That night, after another shower, we went out of the guesthouse again to a 7-Eleven on Kenting Main Street to buy drinks, then sat on a chair outside, chatting in the evening breeze.
We didn't get back to the guesthouse until three or four in the morning. The two single beds were practically useless, firstly because the "battlefield" didn't take place on the beds, and secondly because after we got back to the room, my senior ordered me to push the beds together. So we slept on just one of the single beds all night…

That's roughly what happened during our trip to Kenting, but I really don't have the energy to share why I mentioned my senior in "Loneliness Amidst the Noise of the Crowd." Have a wonderful weekend, everyone. Good night.

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