The Temperature Remaining in Memory 2

Seeing that we were both about to leave, I had to interrupt her. I patted her head, gave her a light kiss, and reached out to hug her. Her arms, which were wrapped around my waist, tightened involuntarily, turning into a deep embrace. She said in a soft, feathery voice,

"I want..." This time I heard her clearly, but I could only respond with a wry smile, "There's not enough time. How about next time?" She nodded. We got ready and left the room. The wind and rain last night had knocked down many leaves, but the sunlight shone down on the door as if nothing had happened. We didn't say goodbye. After that day, we maintained a light connection, but I could sense that she was deliberately keeping a distance, not wanting me to get too close. I, too, am someone who keeps things separate in different areas, and I usually adhere to the three no's policy: no phone calls, no text messages, and no asking about each other's lives. I thought we might never cross paths again, until one cold night, we met online again. We both agreed that such nights needed... My body temperature was similar to hers. She lived not far away, about a 20-minute drive. She shared an apartment near the school with other people. When I got downstairs, I called her to open the door. It was around 1 a.m. We tiptoed up the stairs and quickly entered her room, closing the door behind us. It felt like we were sneaking into her room while her parents were sleeping. Her room was uncluttered, small but well-organized. We hugged each other first. She asked me to sit on the bed because she had things to do. It seemed like she was always busy, always having things to finish. I looked around the room and chatted with her for about ten minutes. Then she sighed and put down her laptop. "We can't continue, it's time to rest," she said, turning off the light. She gently straddled me, leaning down to kiss me. No words were needed; we both knew we craved each other's warmth. Her lips enveloped me, still soft as ever, like a gentle breeze. But this time, I didn't want to just be served. "I want to help you with my mouth." "Like this... is it okay?" she asked shyly. I helped her lie down, and this time, without resistance, I pulled down her trousers. Her legs were pressed together shyly. "It's okay, just relax," I said, giving her a kiss, kissing along her neck, collarbone, chest, and abdomen until I reached the entrance to my heart. Her legs parted slightly as my body entered her; I gently arched them. In her current state, my hands cupped her buttocks, my tongue slowly tracing over her clitoris, pausing briefly before moving on to her tender vulva. Perhaps unaccustomed to her private parts being exposed to a man like this, my tongue was writing erotic calligraphy on her skin. Her legs involuntarily closed, clamping my head between them. I slowed my advances slightly, using my hands to soothe her buttocks and lifting her waist, causing her back to arch slightly. After relieving some of the pressure on her legs, I launched a new offensive. This time, my tongue was no longer satisfied with a mere taste; it explored deeper until the tip of my tongue felt numb before stopping. Her face was already hot and red. No need for further questions; I could understand her feelings at that moment. Silence spoke louder than words. "I want..."

she murmured softly. "Okay, I'll be gentle and slow," I reassured her. "Did you bring a condom?

"

Ah! KY jelly, vibrator, condoms—how could I forget these three treasures of the bed? After confirming that her vagina was sufficiently wet, I applied a large amount of KY jelly and placed a pillow under her buttocks, adopting a missionary position so that I could understand her feelings and grasp the situation at any time. I knew this night would be long, and I proceeded with caution and care. This was an important process for her, and I didn't want to leave her with a bad impression, so I started with a passionate kiss. One hand focused on her ear and neck, while the other hand concentrated on caressing her breasts. My KY jelly-covered penis gently pressed against her vagina, rubbing back and forth. I increased the intensity of the kisses while trying to slowly push in. "Ouch!" she whispered. Whenever she cried out in pain, I would stop and instead caress and kiss her, but the part that had already been inserted would not withdraw. I would simply wait still for a while before gently withdrawing a little, advancing and withdrawing repeatedly. When I was halfway in, her pain seemed to intensify. "It hurts... Can I stop now?"

"

I knew this was a crucial moment, and I couldn't give up easily, so I withdrew a little and soothed her gently, 'Are you still inside?' 'No, I withdrew,' she replied, though she hadn't completely withdrawn; I lied. 'Then let's keep it like we started, let her get used to it, okay?' I said softly, continuing to soothe her with kisses and caresses. 'If it still hurts, we can stop anytime.' It was very important to help her relax at this time, especially psychologically. Once she calmed down, I slowly and rhythmically helped her get used to the feeling of my penis inside her. Gradually, she began to moan softly. 'Are you getting used to it? Is it still painful?' I asked. 'Yes, it feels hot and painful, but also a bit pleasurable. It's okay, you can continue.' I knew I still couldn't thrust too hard at this point; this was just to let her get used to it, not to try to make her orgasm." Her vagina was very tight, and the grip on my penis was so tight it was almost painful. But with only shallow thrusts and very slow movements, I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate. Most of my attention was focused on her, so I wasn't really enjoying the tightness. After what seemed like forever, she finally sighed softly, "So this is what sex feels like. It's so amazing!" I smiled slightly. Looking at her smile, even if I sweated a lot and my knees ached for days, it was all worth it. After a few more slow thrusts, I felt that was enough. This was enough. I didn't want her to have trouble walking for the next few days, so I carried her and let her rest. She said I was drenched in sweat and wanted to take me to the bathroom to shower. So she pulled me up, gently opened the door, made sure no one was outside, and gestured for me to quickly go into the bathroom across the hall. We were completely naked! If her roommate saw us, it would be so embarrassing. I hesitated whether to put on clothes before going in, but she told me to hurry up, that no one would come out, etc. Since she said that, I faced it calmly. We quickly and quietly went into the bathroom for a quick shower. I slept especially well that night. The next morning, I was woken up by the alarm clock. She had to go to work. Seeing her getting up lazily and reluctantly, I suddenly found her exceptionally cute. "Does it still hurt?" I asked. "It still feels hot and swollen, like it's still inside. It's okay, it doesn't hurt so much anymore." After a morning of kissing, I put on my clothes and waited for her to finish washing and tidying up. We tiptoed away, saying goodbye in the crisp, dry winter morning. ※ This was the last night. In her room, at the tail end of winter, she lay on the bed, her buttocks raised high. I thrust hard, each time penetrating to the very bottom. "Ahhh!" she moaned softly in pleasure, gripping the sheets with both hands. I prepared to speed up my thrusts and ejaculate into her tight, hot pussy. Huh?

I stopped what I was doing. "Huh? What are you doing?"

she asked coquettishly because I stopped. "Your roommate seems to be outside, and I'm worried that if I'm too loud, we'll be discovered," I whispered. Her bed was shaking and making noises, hitting the wall, and the sound of her buttocks hitting each other made it clear what was going on inside. "Ouch! Never mind him! Don't stop!" Okay, I can't worry about her relationship with her roommate now. Let's go, boy!

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