The warmth that remains in memory

It was a stormy night. The howling wind outside the window and the violently swaying roadside trees made it hard not to think of a typhoon. Yet, she went out on such a night. "I wanted to go for a walk," she said. "Life sometimes requires a bit of recklessness." Even if the motive is unacceptable, the action is understandable. Going to the beach to watch the waves during a typhoon would probably fall into that category. But walking in such strong winds and rain, especially around 1 a.m., would make anyone worry. Before this night, we had never met, only exchanged greetings and talked about everyday things. She was a college student studying art, a beautiful sophomore. Actually, we wouldn't have much interaction in our lives. Perhaps we maintained this distant contact because we wanted someone to talk to, or perhaps it was because that winter was particularly cold that we met. As time went on, suggestions to meet up or have a meal inevitably arose, but various factors always prevented it. I'm a laid-back office worker, but she's a very diligent student, her life filled with the library and part-time jobs. I know she's a bit absent-minded, but not to the point of being clueless about the weather. "Where do you want to go for a walk in this weather?" I asked her. "I don't know, just wandering around." "Or you can give me your phone number," she said. "If I really don't know where to go, maybe I'll come find you." Because we had never met, not even heard each other's voices, and she had never seen my face, nor had I seen hers, on a stormy night, and with both of us going to work or class the next day, I didn't have any expectations for her visit. My work was almost finished, and I was just about to brush my teeth and go to bed when I received a text message from an unknown number:

“Tell me the address, I know this sounds crazy, but I’ve decided to do it anyway.” I called back immediately. It was a girl with a soft voice. I could tell she had already left. After I told her the exact location, she said she would take a taxi. About 20 minutes later, she arrived at a nearby convenience store. I went downstairs to meet her. It’s usually less than a minute’s walk. We were enthusiastically greeted by the rain and wind, our umbrellas were flying everywhere. Even without a specific description of her clothes, I could tell at a glance that she was a very well-behaved girl. She had Japanese-style bangs, a shy smile, and her hands were fidgeting nervously. Seeing such a petite and well-behaved girl in front of me made me wonder why she would be in a stranger’s house in this weather. Despite my suspicions, I always just did what I was told without asking questions. Since there was a convenience store nearby, I asked her if she wanted to buy anything. She said she wanted to drink cocktails, so we bought some snacks and two bottles of cocktails and went inside. She looked around like a curious child and asked me questions. We started chatting casually. A bottle of cocktail is just soda to me; I'm the kind of person who can drink sorghum liquor without getting red in the ears. But after she drank half a bottle, she suddenly said to me, "Hey, did I tell you I'd get drunk after half a can of Vodka?" Hearing this, I was stunned. What was going on...? "Ah... I feel so hot," her voice softened. It was almost 3 a.m., and I had to go to work or school in a little over four hours. A girl with a youthful body came to my house to drink in the early morning, telling me she was drunk. Her chest heaving, she was lying on the bed chatting with me, her pale breasts fully exposed from her loose neckline. This wasn't a multiple-choice question, but a yes-or-no question. I don't like taking advantage of people in their vulnerable state, but I don't want to be worse than an animal either. Suddenly, I was caught in a battle of wills, a tug-of-war between demon and angel. From a fundamental analysis perspective, staying up late, excessive drinking, and frequent sex are all major enemies of quality sex. A weak penis is a small matter; a ruined reputation is a serious problem. Even if a bad reputation doesn't spread far and wide, basic self-discipline is still necessary! As the saying goes, it's not about the length of the penis, but how hard it is.

It's not about the depth of the penetration, but how long it lasts.

Finally, I decided to behave myself. "Let's go to bed," I suggested. "Mmm..." Her eyes were already glazed over, her lips were red, and she looked at me with a silly smile. I thought this night would pass peacefully like this, but who knew that everything would change because of my hand. A woman's fragrance wafted from beside me, and I could feel the tickling of her hair from time to time. On such a cold night, we could not make love, but we must hug. My hand naturally reached out and placed on her waist. Her hand naturally came up and held mine. That warmth, that curve and touch, everything was so gentle. She rolled over and turned to face me, her face against my chest, gently exhaling. "Goodnight," I said, gently placing a peck on her cheek. I received a passionate response. My wet, soft little snake approached the forbidden fruit. Once my hand touched her, clothes were just another world. Her skin was very smooth, with the soft, alabaster texture. I gently and slowly explored the secrets of her body, feeling it with my fingertips and palms. "Can you touch my breasts?" she suddenly asked. Huh? Wasn't I already touching them? LOL. It seems she's quite drunk! So I increased the pressure, shifting my focus, and sure enough, I got a satisfied response from her: "Mmm... mmm..." (Translation: Very good~ Very comfortable). Just as I was about to continue unbuttoning her jeans, she twisted her body and said, "Not there~" It seems she's still quite conscious! Since the little girl has said that, I stopped my advances and just kept embracing her, thinking that this would be fine and we could just settle down like this. But our body temperatures had both risen because of our earlier activity, and the winter night no longer felt like a winter night. I felt warm all over. After a while, just as my body, mind, and soul were preparing to fall asleep, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "I want to eat a lollipop." Huh? I honestly doubted if I'd heard correctly, but at a time like this, you absolutely shouldn't ask a girl "um" again. I used the "um" trick, pulling my hand away from her, and asked, "Do you like this?" Her tone was already a little shy. Hearing this, I was sure I'd heard correctly. "Yes, I really like it," she replied. I smiled at her, and she got up, slowly pulled down my pants, and knelt in front of me. Her hair hung down, soft and smooth, resting on my abdomen. Her hands were small, but very soft and warm, holding my penis and gently stroking it up and down. She looked at it carefully for a moment before cautiously sticking out her tongue, like tasting a dish being cooked, and gently testing the flavor. Seemingly confirming everything was okay, she slowly took it into her mouth. Her movements were like... The sensation was incredibly tranquil and gentle. Her soft lips touched without any unnecessary force, gently enveloping my penis. The temperature and amount of saliva in her mouth were just right, like floating in a swimming pool on a summer afternoon. The feeling was relaxing and warm. This kind of oral sex was truly incredibly comfortable. Although it wouldn't make me want to ejaculate, I would definitely linger and not want to leave. "Excuse me, I don't have much experience. Is this comfortable?" she asked. "Of course, it's very comfortable!" I sincerely praised her, thinking to myself that she didn't have much experience, so I would just stop here. Because of the "special sensation" she gave me, I was already incredibly hard. I wanted to go further, but when I touched her pants buttons, she still shook her head and refused. "I... I don't have any experience yet?"

Could she have encountered a virgin? It turns out her ex-boyfriend tried to penetrate her, but because she felt too much pain, he didn't continue. Does that mean she's a virgin? How could I possibly ask questions like whether there was any bleeding? It doesn't matter if there wasn't, the point is we can't continue tonight. Looking at the alarm clock, we really can't play around anymore. Even just a few hours of sleep would be fine. She was probably tired too, and with "half a bottle of wine," she was already drunk. This time, we really slept peacefully until the alarm rang. When I woke up, I saw she was still lazing in bed, so I went to wash myself first, put on a white shirt, and went to the bedside. She was already half-sitting on the bed. "Good morning," my little brother and I greeted her. She smiled and said good morning back, her fingers gently pressing on my little brother. "It's very energetic!" she said, her hand still pressing and exploring. "Want breakfast?" I whispered in her ear. She nodded shyly, and I gently pulled down her panties, listening to the noise of people outside the window, enjoying her warm, soft breath. The bustling city seemed completely irrelevant to me. I wished time could stop right there, but this is the real world, not SOD!!

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