The senior student burning with desire

I'm a junior in college. There's a senior in my club (let's call her Shujun for now), she's a year older than me. She's been very kind to me since my freshman year.

Even though she already had a boyfriend, and they were very much in love, I still harbored some fantasies and hopes about her.

Just recently, last semester, she broke up with her boyfriend.

Shujun's boyfriend is two years older than me. That means he's currently serving in the military. Although he's two years older, in the club he treats the younger students like brothers, not acting like a typical senior. Whenever they go drinking or singing, he always invites us younger students.

So seeing this couple together always makes me feel a little jealous or wistful.

Don't even mention how beautiful Shujun is or how great her figure is. Her boyfriend is academically excellent, charming, tall, and a hearty drinker. It takes five or six younger students to get him drunk, and it's a relentless, relentless battle.

I still don't know the real reason for their breakup, but I think it might be because of me.

In the second semester of my sophomore year, because of the club, I often had to go out and participate in activities. Wan-jun and I happened to be on the same team. Xiao-ming, on the other hand, was preparing for studying abroad and constantly taking GRE practice tests, essentially a semi-retired student.

He didn't participate in many activities, only occasionally coming to the club to chat.

I lacked his charm, wasn't as physically fit, and my grades were terrible (partly due to the club).

But Wan-jun seemed to pay special attention to me; every time I met her gaze, I felt she was giving me a hint.

Maybe I was just imagining things, but her eyes were beautiful—I thought they were the most beautiful part of her.

That day, we went out to a certain place (I dare not say the location). Xiao-ming didn't come; this was the first time Wan-jun's boyfriend hadn't accompanied her. Wan-jun seemed very excited that day, and her attitude towards me was even more friendly, constantly asking if I had brought a pen or asking me to do things together. Of course,

I'm not stupid, but I just wanted to be sure if I was just trying to get close to someone else.

My senior is 176 cm tall, while I'm only 169 cm. Wan-jun is the voluptuous type, like Katie Winsley (the female lead in Titanic, which my senior and I watched together).

It was evening, and since it was March and we were on a mountain, the weather was a bit chilly. My senior took my hand to watch the sunset.

This was the first time she had touched my body, and I was startled by her action, whether intentional or not.

We walked to the ridge of the mountain. Perhaps feigning cold, my senior gradually moved closer to my chest. I don't know how she moved.

And that's how it happened.

If I were to explain to my senior, I would definitely say it was because the sunset that day was so beautiful that my senior and I just hugged each other while watching it. Speaking of childhood memories, it was the first time I had hugged a girl, so my penis was pressed stiffly against my senior's buttocks. Normally

, when I'm erect, my genitals are slightly pushed back. I was a little afraid to let my senior touch me. But my senior insisted on pulling me closer, and this only made me hug her tighter.

We chatted about zodiac signs and blood types. Suddenly, she took my hand and said she wanted to read my fortune.

I've always thought all this feng shui and fortune-telling was nonsense, and because I was hugging her, I wasn't really listening to what she was saying.

Suddenly, it seemed like she finished reading my palm, and she put my hand back on her waist. But this time, I was sure she was doing it on purpose, because she placed my right hand almost touching her genitals, and her hand was pressed against the back of my hand.

Even an idiot should know what to do next, but I didn't move at all. My hand just sat there, frozen. She was wearing jeans, and my right hand was on the zipper; I could feel the warmth of her genitals. And since I was sitting while hugging her, my hand was also somewhat trapped between her legs.

We stayed like that for about half an hour. Perhaps seeing that I seemed timid, she leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. Smelling Wan Jun's long hair, my heart raced. Even my breathing became labored.

I could barely hear what she was saying, only managing mumbled replies.

Only one thought occupied my mind: "Did she break up with Xiao Ming?"

I don't know how long this turmoil had been raging within me. Suddenly, I realized it was getting dark. The mountain wasn't very high, and I knew the path well, but walking back to camp in the dark would still be dangerous.

I wanted to interrupt her. That's when I realized she was asleep in my arms.

In the dim light, her fair face was bathed in golden light. Looking at her lips, I really wanted to kiss her, but in the end, I only kissed her cheek and gently shook her awake.

I realized she really was asleep.

That evening, there was a leadership meeting to discuss tomorrow's work.

The clerk sitting next to me asked where I had been. Then, surprisingly, she told me the truth without hesitation, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

Perhaps because my senior and I were usually close, no one gossiped. We just talked about watching the sunset together the next day.

My senior only talked about how beautiful the sunset was and what we were discussing. Of course, we omitted any physical gestures.

During the meeting, my senior didn't even glance at me, and I sadly lowered my head to take notes. Maybe I was just imagining things.

After the meeting, everyone went about their own business; some continued chatting, while others went back to their rooms to rest. I stared blankly as my senior walked out the door, desperately hoping she would turn around and look at me.

Suddenly, the clerk asked me why I hadn't spoken during the meeting, and I just said I wasn't feeling well.

Nothing happened the next two or three days. Then, at the campfire party on the fourth night, everyone performed wildly. The programs, planned last semester, were naturally very exciting. I also took the opportunity to let loose and temporarily forget my worries.

When the beer was served, I drank one glass after another. Actually, I wasn't the only one drinking like that; some people drank even more than me. So no one noticed what was wrong with me. Then my senior came over to toast me, and I really wanted to hug her.

She asked if I could sit there. Of course, I cleared a small patch of grass where no one had vomited (I hadn't vomited yet), and we sat down together to drink.

As we drank, she said she needed to go to the restroom. I figured she either needed to pee or grab the toilet.

I helped her as she staggered, and sure enough, she vomited after less than five steps. At that point, not only were the guys vomiting haphazardly, but several girls had also vomited, and even I was feeling nauseous.

After vomiting a few times, she seemed to regain some consciousness. Actually, girls vomiting after drinking doesn't necessarily mean they're dead drunk. As long as they're still relatively normal afterward.

My senior said she wanted to get some fresh air, so I led her away from the crowd. We sat down about 200 meters away. It was pitch black everywhere except near the campfire. She then asked me to massage her, saying she wasn't feeling well after drinking. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

She took off her coat herself, and I, too, became quite bold, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol and the fact that she had been ignoring me these past few days.

I didn't really know how to massage or caress someone. I just gave her a few random shoves, and then my hands gradually moved from her back to her chest. Even as I was massaging under her armpits, I could already feel the softness of her breasts.

Wan-jun's breasts were famously large; guys usually glanced at them, intentionally or unintentionally. My body leaned closer to her back, perhaps just wanting to relive the dream from three days ago.

I couldn't hold back any longer and embraced Wanjun. I heard her panting, and my own desire intensified.

I pushed Wanjun down, looking at her with her eyes closed, seemingly acquiescing to my actions.

She was taller than me, so I could kiss her breasts while pulling down her pants. Watching her heaving breasts, I quickened my pace. When I pulled down her pants, I realized she wasn't wearing underwear, and her bra was front-opening.

I didn't dare undress her completely, in case someone came and I couldn't put it back on. Actually, because of the firelight, people near the campfire couldn't see the dark areas; it was just a precaution. So I only pulled her sweater up above her chest and opened her bra.

One leg of her jeans was still on, and somehow, my penis ended up inside.

Her breasts were really big. I kissed, licked, and bit them, making her pant. Although it was noisy, she didn't dare make a sound, and I was extra careful, constantly glancing ahead.

It was my first time having sex with a woman, so I ejaculated very quickly, and even inside my senior.

I've watched porn and masturbated before, and I know what it's like to be close to ejaculation, but this was my first time. I simply couldn't control myself.

Only after I ejaculated inside her did I feel a little regretful. For the sake of momentary pleasure, I caused a terrible situation.

But my senior didn't seem to have orgasmed yet, and didn't seem to notice that I had ejaculated inside her. Maybe she was just too drunk to think straight. My mind suddenly cleared. I realized I had caused a disaster.

I hurriedly put my senior's clothes on, made sure everything was in order, and even looked around to make sure she wasn't wearing any underwear, lest I, in my drunken state, mistakenly left her underwear at the scene.

By then, my senior was a complete mess, unable to walk at all. I felt even more guilty, as if I had taken advantage of her while she was drunk.

I dragged and pulled her back to her room, where a few sober junior girls took her in.

That night, I couldn't sleep, terrified. What terrified me even more was that when I showered, I discovered blood on my penis.

Back at school, I couldn't concentrate on my studies. The memory of that passionate night and the shadow of fear kept replaying in my mind. I wanted to talk to my senior, but I couldn't muster the courage. I also decided to bury my head in the sand, hoping she wouldn't remember what happened that day. So I didn't go to the club again.

But what's meant to happen will happen.

A month and a half later, my senior came to my room where I was staying out. I had to do an experiment that day, so I didn't get back to my room until 9 pm. My senior had been waiting outside my door for two hours.

After I invited her in, her tears wouldn't stop. She buried her face in my shoulder and cried.

She said she hadn't had her period for two months. My mind went blank. Luckily, she hadn't had a proper checkup, so she wasn't sure if she was pregnant or not. She didn't dare tell her boyfriend, and she didn't dare go to the OB-GYN alone, meaning she wanted me to go with her.

She said she had bought a pregnancy test at Watsons, but the label said it was only valid 10 to 15 days after her period was due. By the time she realized something was wrong, two months had passed.

Okay! I had to take responsibility. We agreed on a time to go for a checkup when her boyfriend wasn't around.

At the hospital, we had an ultrasound, and that put my mind at ease; nothing was wrong.

That night, she stayed in my room, of course using a condom.

Only then could I clearly see my senior's body. She seemed to be liberated, but thankfully, I had the stereo and TV on full blast, drowning out her screams.

Squeezing her soft, large breasts, I watched my penis enter and exit her body like it was in an adult film, her screams rising with each thrust.

Her long legs kissed from her toes all the way to her genitals, until my tongue was inside her too.

She even turned around and bent down to kiss my genitals. We were using condoms initially, but my senior said she was taking birth control pills, so we ended up going all out. Every time I was about to ejaculate, she insisted I shoot inside her or in her mouth. I

didn't sleep all night, and I ejaculated five or six times. Her vagina and mouth were overflowing with my semen. Her

breasts were covered in semen, lip prints, and teeth marks, especially around her nipples, which were red, swollen, and hot. But I was like a wild horse, relentlessly attacking her most vulnerable areas.

My mouth was full of her vaginal fluid.

I squeezed her buttocks hard, leaving large and small finger marks, and her inner thighs were stained bright red from the constant rubbing of my thrusts.

As my tongue darted around her vagina, I also sucked and bit her labia. My senior orgasmed countless times because of my frenzy. Seeing her eyes roll back and her body begin to writhe, I thrust even harder.

As her moans grew louder and louder, I bit down hard on her nipples. My senior usually seemed innocent and pure, with a tall and graceful figure that moved with an alluring gait, especially when the breeze blew through her long hair.

She was lying on the bed, and I, like a dog, mechanically performed my actions.

When she placed her hands on the edge of the bed, her legs straight and spread apart, I watched helplessly as my penis slid in section by section, thrusting forward without warning. Then I slowly pulled it out.

Almost at dawn, my senior was exhausted. I examined her body closely; it was covered in semen, teeth marks, lip prints, and handprints. She began to tremble again; I could see her everted labia beneath her thick pubic hair—I guessed it was the last time.

I squeezed her breasts hard and pushed her forward. After a few screams, she slumped down like a limp rag doll, seemingly unconscious. We played like this for four or five days without going to class.

The next afternoon, she said I had kissed her so badly she was ashamed to face anyone. So I hid for a while, but that hid for a whole week. Even my senior, Xiaoming, lied and said he was going on a trip to the south.

For the past few days, I'd been secretly taking her out to dinner late at night.

She'd been coming to see me like this often until summer vacation, and I wasn't really sure what was going on until she broke up with her boyfriend. It seemed like our relationship was based on sex, so we didn't really care about each other's feelings.

Even so, I still wanted her to be mine. I never went to see her, nor did I ever walk around campus. So no one knew what I was doing.

Once, I asked Wanjun if it was really her first time during that camp, because I saw blood that day.

She replied that she and her boyfriend had been together for two years, but they'd always been very proper. At most, they'd kiss.

She just wanted to be intimate with me that day, but I impulsively went in.

I don't know if their breakup was really because of me, or if Xiaoming found out about us, or if she told Xiaoming herself.

But after the breakup, I never saw my senior again. Maybe it was because he was in the military, or maybe he just didn't want to see me.

My senior told me that she wasn't really into her relationship with my senior at first. She was worried about the judgmental looks she'd receive if they broke up within the club. Then she met me, and she felt I was the ideal partner.

After my senior joined the military, we gradually felt more comfortable being together openly on campus.

Of course, we both left the clubs. My senior will graduate in six months, and if she falls for someone else, I have no right to stop her. Because I once stole my best friend's heart and his woman. And this person I love also abandoned her boyfriend of two years for me.

Therefore, if I can't have her, I should accept it without regret.

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