A girl who refuses to give up

During my freshman year, I took a tennis class and met a girl named Mei, whom everyone called Meizi. What impressed me most wasn't her bright eyes, but her dynamic figure on the tennis court. Frankly, at first, my classmates and I were drawn to her breasts swaying as she ran, but gradually, we were truly captivated by her skills. After the teacher learned that she had been on the high school team, inevitably, he would play a few games with Meizi every class. The teacher was clearly stronger than Meizi, but whenever he was behind, she would fight hard and produce incredible shots, often making us cheer for her. Even when the teacher dominated her to match point, her eyes remained firm and unwavering. It wasn't the sportsmanship of an athlete fighting to the very end, but rather a display of her powerful ambition to win. Before I knew it, we all started looking forward to our weekly tennis lessons, eager to witness her skills. My classmate Ahong, who also took tennis, often invited me to practice with him. He often told me that if he ever beat Meizi, he would confess his feelings to her, though I doubted that day would ever come. Besides, if I did beat Meizi, she would definitely try her best to win back. At the end of the semester, Meizi defeated the teacher, proving my guess right. Even after tennis lessons stopped, I maintained the same habit, practicing tennis for an hour and a half every day, and often saw Meizi playing against others on the court. Finally, one day, I mustered up the courage to ask her if I could hit a few shots. Later, we often played tennis together and gradually became closer. Besides getting to know her, I also got to know her classmate Xiaoying. Through Xiaoying, I learned that Meizi was first in the class academically. In every field she explored, she focused intently on researching and striving to do her best because she hated the feeling of losing. We often chatted, and when she looked away, I would intently watch her profile, pondering how far I was from her, and whether I, who was always mediocre, was worthy of her. In my junior year, I started dating a girl who frequently showed interest in me. I was busy with dates, and my tennis racket remained in a corner of my dorm. Occasionally, I would run into Meizi on campus, but we would only exchange a few words. "Not bad, I was thinking of getting a girlfriend, you should treat her well!" Meizi patted my shoulder and said. She always sighed when she saw Xiaoying. After graduating from university, I had a few relationships, but they all ended badly. I saw Meizi again at her wedding. It seemed that among her male friends from university, she only invited me, and I also saw Xiaoying. I offered a few insincere blessings to Meizi, who was dressed in her wedding gown: "May you have a long and happy marriage and many children!" "Thank you! We'll try our best!" Meizi smiled brightly, a shy expression on her face. For some reason, I felt a deep sense of loss, a very heavy sense of loss. After the wedding, Xiaoying got into my car to go to the station. "Her husband seems like a good person! I think she'll definitely be happy!" Actually, deep down I thought Meizi deserved someone better. "Sigh! You're being too kind," Xiaoying sighed. "Ha! You caught on!" I said helplessly. "Actually, back then... never mind! Now, all we can do is wish her well!" Xiaoying hesitated. "I hope she's happy, I hope she can always be happy!" I said sincerely. Two years later, one night, Xiaoying called me and told me that Meizi's husband had died in a car accident. At the funeral, Meizi's eyes were always brimming with tears, but she didn't utter a single cry. Seeing her suppress her grief was heartbreaking. I did my best to handle her husband's funeral arrangements and try to minimize her worries. A month later, Meizi asked me to go back to school for a stroll. We wandered around the campus, seemingly reluctant to go home. We stayed until evening, and before we knew it, we arrived at the tennis court. In an instant, we remembered many things. "Do you still have your tennis racket?" Meizi asked me. "Yes! It's always in my room!" I said. "Really? I don't even know where mine is!" Meizi said. "Really, but I rarely take it out to look at it because it reminds me of something," I said. "What does it remind you of? Is it because you always lose to me when we play tennis?" Meizi laughed. "It keeps reminding me of..." I took a breath before continuing, "I forgot to tell you I love you." We were both silent for a while. "You... finally told me!" Meizi said. We walked hand in hand into the classroom of the School of Management. As soon as we entered, I pulled her into my arms. Meizi was even more petite than I had imagined. Meizi closed her eyes, inhaling my scent, and said, "So this is what it feels like to hold you." I reached my right hand inside her clothes, around her back, and unhooked her bra. She took off her top, revealing her beautiful C-cup breasts. My left hand caressed her incredibly soft breasts, while my mouth kissed the back of her neck, and my nose inhaled the fragrance of her hair. Meizi responded at the same time, her hands busy unbuckling my belt, her lips kissing my ear; I then sucked on her nipples, my tongue teasing her, making her body tremble. Next, I took off her skirt, slipped my hand inside her panties, and slowly inserted my middle finger. Seeing her eyes closed and her face flushed, I knew it was about time, so I removed her panties. Exposing my penis, she gently stroked it, guiding it slowly into her vagina. My penis felt the warm, wet embrace, and my hips instinctively moved back and forth. With my movements, Mei let out moans, and her vagina began to contract, almost making me ejaculate. We then changed positions five or six more times, and finally I ejaculated inside Mei. Afterwards, she lay down beside me. "Do you know why I invited you to my wedding?" Mei asked. "Hmm? Why?" I asked, puzzled. "It's so you know that even without you, I can be happy," Meizi said. I immediately understood that it was because of her competitive nature. "But I never expected..." Meizi remained silent. I took her hand and said, "Let me take care of you from now on!" She thought for a moment, then pushed my hand away, got up, and started dressing, saying, "I wish we could be together!" "Is it not possible? Is it not too late?" I said. She looked at me and said, "It's too late... I went to the hospital for a checkup three weeks ago, and I'm pregnant!" I didn't know how to respond. Waiting for my reply, she continued, "My husband is very good to me, and I want to have his child." She finished dressing and left alone, leaving me alone in the classroom, quietly feeling my own powerlessness. I never saw Meizi again. Occasionally, when I see a tennis racket that has been gathering dust for a long time, I will think of that indomitable girl. (The End)

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