The Secret Between Me and the Class Beauty

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. Post #18 . My Secret Spokesperson

with the Class Beauty : Xiao Li's Memories . It was time for "Nonlinear Programming" class again. I walked briskly from the dormitory to the classroom. There were about a dozen students taking this course, including the class beauty, Siting. Siting was a stunningly beautiful woman with a shapely figure. The reason I liked this course was because of her, not because I could see her, but because it held a secret between us. Although we could sit anywhere in class, and we weren't actually very familiar with each other, our seats were always next to each other, one in front of the other. Whenever the teacher started lecturing, we would secretly begin our activities. I placed my knees in the gap between the back of her chair and the seat, and she leaned back, letting me rub my knees against her buttocks. She was a slender girl, but her buttocks were very round and full, with a wonderful feel. A few times, I even ejaculated inside my pants because of it. Sometimes, if there were no classmates sitting next to or behind us, I would secretly reach out and touch them, but this was rare, and if someone walked by the window and saw me, I would be ruined—it was too risky, so I only did it occasionally. But it was precisely because of the risk that it added a touch of excitement to doing something naughty. Actually, it wasn't intentional at first. During the first class, I accidentally touched her a few times and unintentionally developed a "feeling." From then on, I always sat behind her in class, and she would very cooperatively move her buttocks over. Later, even if I arrived first, she would automatically sit in the seat in front of me, which made me incredibly happy! We attended classes like this for a semester, and apart from occasionally borrowing notes from each other, we weren't particularly close. Basically, even if she wasn't interested in me, she shouldn't dislike me either, so why didn't I make a move? Because she already had a boyfriend! He was her college classmate, currently serving in the military on an outlying island, and I heard they were very much in love. --- That day, the sky was particularly gloomy. It had been pouring rain since early morning and had continued all day into the evening. Although the rain would sometimes lessen slightly, it never stopped, making one wonder why there was so much water in the sky that it would take all day to empty. Perhaps it was destined that I would meet her! I usually don't go home until after 11 pm, but today I didn't want to work anymore, so after eating at the student cafeteria, I went back to my apartment early. Near the side entrance of the library, I saw the class beauty hesitating, holding an umbrella. I quickly went up to greet her. "Hi!" "Hi!" She smiled, "It's raining so hard!" "Yeah! Are you going home?" "I was going to, but it's raining so hard, riding a bike is a hassle." Although it was raining outside, a glimmer of hope appeared in my heart. "How about I take you home? I drove here." "Sure! Thank you." Siting is gentle but cheerful; she wouldn't refuse something like this. Besides, as the class beauty, she's used to being flattered. Although I knew it might just be taking her home, it was still another opportunity to get to know her; otherwise, we'd always just be "not very close." I'm not the kind of horny guy who only wants to sleep with women. Don't believe me? Fine. Following her directions, I drove to her dorm. We chatted and laughed along the way, and although I was worried it might be awkward because of our secret, she acted as if nothing had happened. "We're here." The car stopped in front of a ten-story apartment building. Could she live in such a luxurious place? "Thank you!" "You 're welcome," I replied. She paused slightly. "Would you like to come in and sit for a bit?" She blinked her big eyes at me, looking very sincere. "To be honest, I really want to," I replied with a smile, "so don't just ask me out of politeness! What if I actually follow you up? You'll be in trouble then!" "In that case, come up and sit for a bit!" she said. "I'll make you some tea." So, I followed her inside, took the elevator to the eighth floor, and visited her boudoir. --- Today was truly an eye-opening experience. Siting lived alone in a luxurious suite of about seven or eight square meters, decorated with a delicate, feminine touch, with a light brown carpet on the floor. Judging from her demeanor, she was clearly from a wealthy family. Although we drove and used umbrellas the whole way, the rain was so heavy that the floor was flooded, and our shoes, socks, and trouser legs were all wet. After she gestured for me to sit down, she took her clothes to the bathroom to change, and I took off my socks as well. There was a photo of her and her boyfriend on her bedside table. The boy in the photo was quite handsome, making me feel a little inferior. Next to the open clothes rack was a basin containing some clothes she had changed out of, including trousers, underwear, and socks. She changed into a casual polo shirt and shorts, took out a teapot and two cups, and brewed some herbal tea for me. As we chatted, I realized how talkative she was; it was truly enjoyable to talk to her. As the conversation flowed more freely, we gradually warmed up to each other. I don't know how it started, but I think it was when I complimented her on her taste in clothing! We talked about fashion, and on a whim, she said she wanted to show me a new outfit, so she took it into the bathroom. It was a ladylike outfit, seemingly from a designer brand, giving her a very sophisticated, urban look. "Very nice," I told her, "but I still prefer the one you wore to the end-of-term party." That short dress was simple and elegant, with a more casual style, which actually accentuated her features better. "Really?" Far from being displeased, she seemed delighted. "That's my favorite dress!" She found it on the hanger. "I'll change into it for you." A woman's attire is meant to attract a man's admiration. If you can say the compliment she secretly desires at the right time, her delight will exceed your expectations—this is absolutely true. A little while later, she came out of the bathroom, changed, and turned her back to me. "Xiao Li, could you help me zip up my dress?" What a perfect opportunity. I stood up, walked behind her, and whispered, "Pull it up or down?" She immediately blushed and playfully scolded, "You pervert!" "Just kidding!" I laughed, helping her zip up the zipper and smoothing her hair. I don't usually make these kinds of jokes unless it's a girl I know very well. But observing her expression, I saw no displeasure, only a smile and a touch of shyness. In this situation, coupled with the alluring figure encased in that short dress, I couldn't resist the urge to pounce on her.

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