Got to the wrong toilet but got to the right girl

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 since 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. It was the first time I'd ever seen an adult woman's genitals. I froze, feeling a rush of heat from my feet to my head, then to my scrotum, hot and throbbing. I felt my penis begin 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 giggled, slowly pulling up her briefs and then her jeans. Startled, I quickly backed out, drenched in sweat.

Afterward, 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's" 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: A girl was squatting in the opposite stall on the right, 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 closer 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 stood there dumbfounded, staring at each other's buttocks for a good half minute. Suddenly
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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 stuff into jeans; bending it is painful and can cause injury. I broke out in a sweat 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.

Mei Mei: "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 of nonsense. I swear to God, I meant she was also here to use the bathroom, not that I was asking if she had her period.)

Mei Mei: "Yeah! (I noticed her face was very red and she was sweating.) What bad luck, it came several days early." (It seems her thinking was also chaotic, not much better than mine, 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. Mei Mei's expression returned to normal a bit, and my thinking also started to catch on. Suddenly, we both said in unison: "You went into the wrong bathroom, didn't you?" After saying this, Mei Mei stared at me steadily. To be honest, she was very pretty, with big eyes.

Meimei: "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, saw 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, luckily, 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..." " I just hung it in the wrong urinal. That urinal isn't for girls." Sure enough,

this was incredibly hurtful; her face flushed even redder than before. Her head drooped, and she mumbled softly, "Oh dear, I didn't notice! Don't tell anyone. Could you cover me for a bit? I still need to change. The girls' restroom across the street is used by boys, and I don't dare go in there to change!" 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 even forgotten I was a boy and asked me to help her change.

So, an even stranger scene unfolded: for the next few minutes, she hid behind me changing her sanitary napkin. At this point, my mind cleared a bit, and knowing I couldn't miss this opportunity, I subtly turned my head... Peeking out of the corner of my eye, I saw her with her back to me, her pants pulled down to halfway up her thighs. She was bending over, wiping away the discharge that had clung to her underwear after hastily pulling it up. Because she was wearing a short t-shirt, her round, white buttocks were sticking out more than half a meter away from me, completely naked from waist to thigh. 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 bent-over posture 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 prominently. I felt as if I had been electrocuted, my blood rushing to my head. Although I didn't dare touch her, the visual stimulation of seeing female genitalia for the second time excited me excessively, and a surge of sexual desire followed. The urge made me unable to hold back any longer; I knew I was about to ejaculate.

Since it was October and I was wearing little clothing, I was afraid of wetting my pants before ejaculating, so 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 napkin. 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. 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 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 there?" 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, no one paying attention to 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, stopping a few times to chat idly with her colleague. I clearly felt that even while talking to others, her eyes were definitely on me, watching my expression, but 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 about what 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 anymore. 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, so I let her talk. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked a question I never expected: "Were you... 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 sheepishly, "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 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 best to be honest (I deliberately spoke vaguely). So I said I'd gone into another restroom and seen a female senior urinating, and that's how it happened. But

I never expected that you could ever 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 a girl's 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 inclined 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: "That day you masturbated because...because you peeked 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 peeked at me, otherwise why would it have gotten so hard and big, and why would you masturbate behind me, and...and...ejaculate?" She pressed on relentlessly. I stared blankly at her, unsure of her purpose, and dared not answer. At that moment, I felt like a complete fool.

Gradually, I realized that she seemed to really want me to dream about her, and she insisted on knowing whether we had sex. She loved listening to me recount my lewd dreams, asking detailed questions, even about penetration and ejaculation. Actually, I often forgot many details of my dreams upon waking, so to satisfy her, I made up stories to amuse her. 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.

However, it should be noted that although we talked intimately, babbling incoherently, even using words like "fuck" and "sex," and no longer using vague terms like "that" or "this," but instead using obscene words like "egg" and "roe," 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 hers (she had long since stopped using "that" to refer to her genitals). I said I really wanted to, and she said she felt sorry for me and would grant my wish, promising to let me see it carefully the next day. This made me excited all night long.

The next afternoon, when we had no classes, she wore a beautiful dress and took me to a quiet corner of the playground. She showed me around; the playground was nearly deserted in the afternoon, with only a few students playing soccer in the distance, seemingly unfazed by the heat. She assured me it was absolutely safe there, as very few people would pass by in the afternoon. She had carefully observed and checked the area, as it was surrounded by a dense ring of chest-high saplings. Even if someone passed by, they would be at least 20 meters away, allowing us to see everything far ahead. She assured me we could see others, while others couldn't see anything clearly in the shadows behind the trees. She told me to relax; it seemed she had been preparing for this for a long time. She

sat at one end of the bench, made me stand in front of her, and asked me to take out my penis and show her my testicles (her exact words), then show her the process of my penis erecting. I was more than willing, so I quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my limp penis, and stroked it 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 erect, 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… I witnessed a man's erect penis up close. I knew she'd been wanting to see a 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 worked hard to contract my pelvic floor muscles, making my penis engorged with blood, becoming very long and thick, with visible veins, and the glans turning purplish and swollen, like a small egg. Just like before, her eyes widened and her mouth slightly agape, her surprised expression incredibly cute, which excited me even more, making me feel like a true hero.

To excite her even more, I pulled my scrotum out of my pants, letting my testicles hang from my erect penis. She was completely mesmerized, believing it was the most amazing and sexually stimulating thing she had ever seen in her life. Seeing her intense desire, 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 although she tried to pull it back, I firmly... I pulled her close and made her place her palm on my testicles, gently stroking them. Even after I released her, she didn't pull away, continuing to slowly feel the size of my balls, blinking her big eyes with a completely fascinated expression. Seeing that she was no longer nervous, I told her to hold my penis, letting her 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. 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 over ten minutes, then told me to masturbate to ejaculation. "My ejaculation range can reach 1.5 meters!" I said proudly. "Really? Then watch mine, hurry up and ejaculate for me!" "She said with a longing look, sitting there with her legs bent and spread wide apart. I looked and 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 very smooth and white, and her labia majora were very erect, probably due to sexual arousal and engorgement. Her labia minora, which used to be red, were now purplish-red. Because her legs were spread wide, her vulva was slightly open, and I could see the vaginal opening. Her labia majora were very smooth, and due to her high libido, they were completely soaked with a lot of vaginal fluid.

This was the first time in my life that I had seen a woman's bare thighs and an adult woman's genitals so clearly up close. I was completely stunned by how beautiful a woman's genitals were. I felt my head was spinning, and I involuntarily grabbed my penis and started masturbating frantically. After only a few dozen strokes, I ejaculated. The semen gushed out, and she watched intently. When my ejaculation went far..." She just kept laughing.

She watched my entire erection and ejaculation process, until my penis went soft. 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 ever been so obscene and crazy.

Later, she often came to me to do this game for her, and she seemed to enjoy 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 she would masturbate me each time, watching 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, and she would quickly reach orgasm. Because I liked her very much and respected her, and I am a very trustworthy person, I never broke her rules.

Many times, I really wanted to have sex, but she wouldn't allow it, so... She came up with this method: I would 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 we were having real sex. 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 mine, 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 grew closer and closer, 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. She licked my genitals and sucked my breasts, she gave me oral sex, and I even tasted her semen, but we never had actual intercourse. I don't know what I did wrong; it was a truly bizarre thing.

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 terribly, 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 also found a great job in the city. She said she had always missed me, couldn't forget me, and often dreamed about me. She asked if I had a girlfriend now, and I was overjoyed. Later, she became my wife. She told me that she never felt passionate about other guys, and she never dared to speak as freely and unrestrainedly as she did with me. She missed the carefree feeling of being with me; she longed for the feeling of being with me. I

went to the wrong restroom in college, but found the woman I could spend my life with—that's my story.

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