My Workplace Story [The End]

I came to the United States ten years ago and felt that the world around me was very different from that in China. The faces were different, the skin colors were diverse, and the personalities were even more varied. Take, for example, the American and Mexican women I met in

that year. My first stop in the US was the University of Chicago. There weren't many Chinese students there, about 180 students, visiting scholars, and some exchange students from other states. I went to a research institute doing statistical analysis. The boss was a big name in the field, and there were over a dozen people working tirelessly on analytical modeling under him. When I first arrived, the boss wasn't too demanding, so I had time to participate in activities organized by church or student associations, where I met some Americans and Mexicans, and of course, some Chinese as well.

During my first winter in Chicago, around the time of the second snowfall, an American guy invited me to test drive a SUV after work. He had mentioned liking all kinds of racing cars and high-end vehicles, and in the American view, liking something usually leads to a deep understanding of that area. I helped this guy test drive it, and later decided on the Order. This guy is really genuine. One night, he invited me to a bar, saying he wanted to thank me in a Chinese way. It seemed like a sincere gesture. I got myself ready that night, and we went inside together.

To be honest, I felt really awkward and didn't know how to order drinks. Luckily, the bartender was a girl who looked to be of Asian descent. The bar's decorative lights were quite unique, making her look like an angel. At first, the girl didn't pay much attention to us, but she must have overheard our conversation. I heard her ask in slightly accented Chinese, "Where in China are you from?" I looked up to confirm it was her asking me, and replied in Chinese, "Beijing. Where are you from?" "My parents are from Beijing, but I've never been back. You know, it was very difficult for my parents to come." At this point, my friend asked me what I was saying to the girl, and I repeated it to him. Somehow, he managed to start a conversation with her a little while later. He said her name was Yaya, she was also at the University of Chicago studying insurance management, and he even got her phone number. Honestly, he was incredibly efficient. As I was leaving, I exchanged phone numbers with the girl at the restroom door, hoping to visit her home sometime. Her parents were very welcoming to friends from China. My

first Thanksgiving in the US was a gathering at Yaya's house with her parents and another family. We chatted for a while and quickly became acquainted. Yaya and her parents were very outgoing, and the other family seemed to have religious beliefs. Our conversation covered things like changes in Beijing, current events, and academic progress. After the gathering, I visited Yaya's room. I was a little shy about visiting a girl's room on our first meeting, but Yaya took the initiative. The room was warm, elegant, and even a little fairytale-like—much better than any girl's room I'd seen in China, and far more unbearable than my own cramped apartment. Who would have thought that this room would be the place where Yaya and I first met?

The snow in Chicago was truly beautiful. I remember one weekday afternoon, Yaya called and asked me to go out to see the snow with her. I quickly finished my work and called Yaya, who was ready to leave at any moment. This was my first time accompanying a girl born and raised in the US. Although I was very confident in my own qualities, I still felt a little too confident in dating an American girl. There wasn't much snow left on the highway, but everyone was still driving very slowly. What usually took an hour took us about two and a half hours. It looked like we would have to stay overnight in Springhillville.

That day, Yaya and I hit it off immediately. Yaya was very interested in my high school and college life, from secretly smoking in high school, to eavesdropping on wedding nights with the mature male classmates, to attending the wedding of a classmate who dropped out of school early, to ice skating with girls, and she was still excited even when we were the only two people in the restaurant. When we got back to the room, I remembered there were still a few cans in the car, so we went to the car together to get them and take them to the room. The room was simply furnished with two beds, a TV, and a bathroom. After resting for a while, Yaya said she was going to take a shower. After she came out, I also took a shower. To be honest, if I were alone, I definitely wouldn't have taken a shower; it's hard to change the habit of rarely showering back in China.

Later, the conversation turned to topics that girls often talk about in dorms. I still know very little about the private conversations of American girls. Yaya said that some of her high school classmates were lesbians, and everyone was used to it. However, they didn't behave normally in public. They often had intimate contact when the female classmates stayed at the same dorm. She also said that a girl liked her, but she couldn't accept it, and in the end, they remained just classmates. Yaya also told me some American-style dirty jokes. I only understood a few of them; most of them were probably related to cultural differences, and I didn't find them funny. What impressed me most was a young nun who was taking an older nun's urine to the hospital for testing. She tripped and fell halfway there, spilling all her urine. Afraid of being scolded by the older nun, she picked up some of her own urine by the roadside and took it to the hospital. When the test results came out, the older nun looked at them and muttered to herself with a somewhat unpleasant expression, "These days, even radishes aren't safe."

后来，ｙａｙａ还说到一个她大学同学的故事。她很要好的一个同学，在一个毕业聚会上跟两个男同学去一个大人不在家的家里，可能当时喝了好多酒，反正后来这两个男同学叫她帮着送下这女同学，当时就看到头发凌乱，衣物不整的样子，女同学的父母也有些怀颖。第二天专门跑到ｙａｙａ家里问当时的情况，由于她们从那个女孩没有问到什么信息，ｙａｙａ也实话实说了。女孩的父母就报警，但就是警察也没从那女孩问到受侵犯的信息，自然无法依法处理这种事情。这事也是后来她们私下聊起来时，那女孩给ｙａｙａ说了下当时情况，那俩男生给她喝了许多酒，隐隐约约着感受到两人脱下她的衣服，两次依次跟她性交，但是当中有个她喜欢的男生，所以也不想把当时情景说出来。有时也真得佩服美国的女孩子的独立想法。

半夜外面依然下着雪，从窗户看出去，不时飘过来个漂亮的雪花，就象以前中国过年前老人在窗格剪的纸花，有时就是不由自主的怀想过去的时光。跟ｙａｙａ也不知聊天几更天了，最后都听到轻微的鼾声了，我把毛毯给ｙａｙａ盖好，仔细端详着灯下这个非常有个性的不设防的美国女孩，细嫩的皮肤，黑色的波浪下卷头发，还有毛毯下不胖也不瘦的肢体。那时想着的是这个女孩日后可以做女朋友还是一生爱人，其时这两个也好象不冲突，只要在心中有一个爱的空间永远地分配给ｙａｙａ，再有个其他的女孩身体陪着，又有何妨。

下体的感觉有时硬有时又不足强到强行能去鲁莽对待ｙａｙａ的感觉，就这么怅着在床边站到腿酸，还是半跪着能细细端详这个看似简单的女孩。突然ｙａｙａ从毯子下面伸出手，抓着我的手问冷不冷，顿了下，说我如果让上来一块抱着睡会暖和。就是怔了一下功夫，最终还是掀开毯子跟ｙａｙａ睡在一起，感觉跟我紧贴着的这个女孩子的身体很暖和。从睡衣解开的地方伸手摸到ｙａｙａ的ｍｉｍｉ，用指头轻轻擦摸着ｍｉｍｉ的尖头，不过一会儿，已经变的跟开始的软软的头不一样了，有些硬硬的向上翘着。ｙａｙａ问我是不是想要她爱爱，我当时回答的是，「ｙａｙａ，你真美，你是我认识女孩中的最美最有智慧的女孩。」可能有人会拍砖了，这也太酸了吧。当时真是由衷而发，丝毫无变点杂念，当时我也２３刚出头，还青春一代吗！

ｙａｙａ说这也是她的第一次，她的父母时常会说说女孩的第一次一定要珍惜什么的，这种时刻我第一个考虑的是不是ｙａｙａ在考验我？我当时以特别真诚的口气说会给ｙａｙａ一个珍贵的记忆，「这个环境太不好，我想把我们的第一次放在你的房间来完成，今天我好好地抱着你。」「可是你的下边已经硬了，你能坚持嘛？」ｙａｙａ张着明亮的眼睛期待着我的回答。「从农村上大学，从大学上博士，从北京来美国，这些事情难不难，我都能坚持，而且都能拿下，你是我心中美丽天使，我也能坚持。」从那一刻看到ｙａｙａ的眼神，这个女孩已经是我的爱爱了。在旅馆房间的黑暗中，我的手一直放在ｙａｙａ的ｍｉｍｉ上，虽然下过已经胀得难以忍受了，甚至在黑暗中还有ｙａｙａ的关怀，「ａｒｅｙｏｕｏｋ？」，ｙａｙａ说那晚上从进到毯子中，她一直能感觉到我的坚硬和坚忍。也许就是那次深度考验，才磨炼出日后在正常状态下能够坚持３０多分钟的让多个女人难以释怀的能力，总是难以想象总说只能坚持一到两分钟的朋友的感觉。

从旅馆的那次约会后，跟ｙａｙａ的电话及邮件也多了起来，她的父母也对我的印象非常深刻，俨然把我当做自己家里人对待，我对ｙａｙａ家的情况就进一步清楚了许多。快到圣诞节的前一周左右，ｙａｙａ说她父母的一个挚友邀请她们全家去ｆｌｏｒａｄａ去过节，她的父母要去的，她的去留想听下我的意见。想想那不就是一个难以寻找的珍贵时刻嘛！我和ｙａｙａ在一个没有任何干扰的，又是圣诞老人见证我们的时刻嘛！就在我寻摸着用何种方式表述我的意思时，ｙａｙａ坏笑着，「你是在想爱爱吧，就知道你憋在这一天，好了，我跟爹妈说下，你会陪着我过圣诞节了，要是表现不好，看我怎么吃下你」。这种天时，地利，人和的场景真是一生难求。

The day before Christmas, when Yaya and I took her parents to the airport, her parents repeatedly told us to be careful. I thought, "They're all adults, how can they not know about electricity and what to be careful about when entering and leaving the house?" On the way home, Yaya told me about her parents' hints. It seems women really do have a knack for understanding things. After getting home, Yaya and I tidied up the house. I made an excuse that I had some things to do at the office and needed to go back to report to my boss, which might not be finished until noon the next day. I said that if there was anything going on at home that evening, they would call me. Leaving Yaya's house, I actually went to prepare a gift for her. I had been planning this for a long time, and everything was basically ready except for buying some wrapping paper at the supermarket. On Christmas Eve, everyone left work before dark. When I got back to Yaya's house that evening, there was already a five-dish meal with soup, plus a bottle of domestically produced red wine given by her father's friend. Before dinner, Yaya said that her parents had left a special gift on her desk in her room, but it still shocked me: a very expensive video camera at the time, a box of condoms, and a bottle of emergency contraception. During dinner, I was still thinking about how to make the most of the video camera. The fact that the gift I was looking forward to was about to arrive made me a little nervous. Yaya was talking about calling her parents' friend's house when I took the opportunity to go to the car to get her gift. Carrying the $500 present, I imagined the blissful moment when Yaya would jump into my arms with overwhelming joy.

When I returned to the living room, Yaya had already cleared the table and set the fireplace ablaze. The lighting in the house was neither too bright nor too dim. Yaya was swirling a glass of pale yellow liquor in her hand. I placed the gift box under the Christmas tree and looked back at Yaya, illuminated by the firelight. She was watching a wonderful program on TV; it was a joyous Christmas Eve for us. Back then, TV programs were mostly about Christmas and romance movies and entertainment. We watched a movie about two lovers who had a falling out but reconciled before Christmas. The female lead passionately threw herself into the male lead's arms in the street, and they kissed deeply. When I turned from the TV screen to Yaya, she seemed to turn her gaze to me with the same passion. Slowly, Yaya and I kissed passionately, the alcohol burning within us, the heat radiating from the stove fueling our desire. Each of my girlfriends' encounters was a simple sexual act where neither of us knew how to have sex; thinking about it makes me want to relive that memory.

Our kisses drew our bodies together, and my hand had somehow reached for Yaya's breasts. Yaya seemed unable to resist reaching for my penis, but she remained conscious and wanted to shower first. Yaya wanted me to shower with her. In the large bathtub, the water rippled and flowed between the delicate gaps between my intimate body and Yaya's. Yaya's limbs were very well-proportioned, and I could clearly see the erect, slightly dark nipples, her flat stomach, her sculpted figure, and her pubic hair, which was neatly arranged in an inverted triangle. Later, Yaya sat opposite me, letting her genitals rest against my penis. In this way, Yaya's entire body was exposed to me, and my penis stood erect like a pillar. Every now and then, Yaya would stroke it with her hand.

Next, I lathered Yaya with bath gel, washing her from her nipples to her soft vulva with unimaginable care. Yaya lathered my breasts and my entire body, and we both came out fully clean. I took the gift box from the living room to Yaya's bedroom. Her flushed face after the bath, made by the excitement of opening the box, looked even more delicate. Just as I had imagined, Yaya threw herself into my arms, and we kissed each other deeply. Yaya's robe had fallen off without me noticing, and mine had also fallen off during Yaya's stroking. When I kissed down to her nipples, they were already hard and felt very tactile. Yaya's hands pressed my head tightly, pressing against her pink and white breasts and nipples, licking her slightly fragrant nipples. I reached my hand into Yaya's vagina and felt something slippery inside. I didn't know when, but Yaya had already grabbed my penis and was stroking it back and forth, mimicking sexual movements.

"Come in, Jack, I want your penis."

"I only want your penis, you have to come in gently."

"I'll help you in, okay, just stop here for now."

Yaya was already sweating profusely, and I felt like I was running a 400-meter dash.

I tried to thrust a few times, like the feeling of pulling out of something sucking my penis.

Every now and then I would thrust a few times, feeling it getting increasingly lubricated.

"Move a little, okay? I want you to insert Gigi deeper." "Oh, oh, oh..."

Yaya had already started thrusting her vagina toward my Gigi, seeking that kind of collision stimulation.

"Your Gigi is so hard, warmer and harder than a sausage, push harder, all the way in." "Fuck my BB, I want you to fuck my BB."

"It feels so good, you're holding me, fuck my BB, I want Jack to fuck my BB." During intercourse, Yaya wanted me to take Gigi out so she could suck it with her mouth. Since we had just washed it, it should be clean. Watching Gigi, which had just come out of my BB, come into her mouth for sex was the most pleasurable thing in the world. After sucking for more than ten minutes, Yaya said that her BB was uncomfortable and wanted me to use Gigi to fuck her BB. This time, Yaya said she had seen people fucking BB from behind on TV and asked if I could do it, so I tried. Inserting into her vagina from behind was still easy, but the downside of not being able to see or feel the sensations of sex was gone. After a few dozen thrusts, Yaya's moans became increasingly intense.

"I want Jack to fuck my vagina, mmm, mmm..."

"Your girl is fucking me so hard I feel like a bitch, you've fucked my vagina raw, I want to fuck your girl," Yaya was already somewhat incoherent. As my sweat dripped onto Yaya's body, she gratefully said, "It's so hard, Jack." When she felt a slight itch in her vagina and wanted to pull out, Yaya pressed me down with her hands behind her back, "Fuck my vagina, shoot inside, my vagina wants your girl's semen, that's your milk, my vagina wants to drink your milk." So she thrust powerfully into Yaya's vagina, ejaculating into her vagina without any restraint. Both of them were exhausted and fell asleep on the bed. Afterwards, Yaya said not to worry, she had handled it, but I don't know how.

For the next year, Yaya would still come to my place to stay overnight, but I felt there were still some things between us that weren't quite harmonious, so we just remained ordinary friends.

[The End]

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