My Wife Zhou Mengjie (University Edition) (1-2)

My Wife Zhou Mengjie
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Published on 2013/09/13 on: Spring in the Courtyard, secinsec
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University Chapter (Part 1) Memories and Wardrobe Malfunctions
"Ugh...so boring..." A middle-aged woman in her forties was loudly and enthusiastically spitting on the front of the class, occasionally picking up the chalk to write and draw on the blackboard. But the men and women below the podium seemed uninterested, continuing to maintain various sleeping positions. Some covered their faces and lay on the table, some had their faces directly pressed against the table...
The classmate Yi Yang next to me was even drooling in his sleep, with a large pile of drool flowing from the corner of his mouth on the table... I, who had just woken up, looked at this scene in the classroom with a sigh and disappointment.
Warm sunlight streamed into the classroom through the window. It was late October, the golden autumn season. People say the sweltering summer is perfect for sleeping, and I think the autumn heat is just as good. Almost two months of school have passed, and the university life I once longed for and dreamed of is slowly unfolding before me. But now, I find myself missing my high school days even more—my studies and classmates.
Thinking back to the day my girlfriend, Xiaojie, and I left for W city two months ago, I felt a surge of emotion and excitement.
Dazhuang and the others insisted on seeing Xiaojie and me off, but as soon as we reached the station, they all burst into tears. Even the usually strong Dazhuang hugged my neck and sobbed loudly in my ear, "Brothers…good brothers, I will definitely come to W city to find you. You must…treat Xiaojie well…call us often…" He seemed heartbroken too.
My girlfriend and Wang Qing were both crying their eyes out, and the fat guy next to us was also heartbroken, tears streaming down his face. Xiao Shuai, Da Tou, and Xiao Ke, who were already single again, had already left for school before us. They were lucky; although they got into different universities, they were all in the same city, so they could look after each other.
Da Zhuang and Wang Qing seemed to have made a pact—they both planned not to go to university and start their own businesses. Thinking back to last night's party, Da Zhuang, after getting drunk, kept repeating the same action, patting my shoulder and looking at Xiao Jie sitting next to me quietly drinking beer, saying, "Brother, study hard. Once I make money, I'll definitely come to W City to have some fun with you. Don't forget me then."
Hey… my impression of him at the time was that he was hitting me while telling his girlfriend not to forget him.
Ever since that time I had sex with Wang Qing under the influence of alcohol during the camping trip, I've tried to talk to her several times, but she's been avoiding me.
I can also feel that the relationship between her and Da Zhuang seems to be gradually growing apart. At last night's party and this time we were sent off, the two of them came in tandem. I remembered that Wang Qing used to be like a gentle little woman and clung to Da Zhuang all day long, but now the relationship between the two is beginning to drift away.
Looking at Wang Qing, who was holding his girlfriend and crying with tears on his face, I couldn't help but think: "Is it my fault?"
The fat man is very good. He took advantage of his family connections to directly study abroad. During this time, he was studying English at home. I looked at the fat man who was standing alone by the side wiping his tears. I felt sour. I walked over and hugged the fat man all over his body. He joked with a grimace: "Brother, you should lose weight when you go abroad, otherwise the girls abroad will not like you anymore."
"You don't have a girl to watch,"
the fat man cried and laughed at the same time. He also hugged me and lowered his head and whispered in my ear: "Treat Xiaojie well. If you dare to bully her, see if I don't fly back and beat you up."
I know they all like their girlfriends. When Xiaoshuai and the three of them were sent away the day before yesterday, Xiaoshuai said the same thing, but with the added sentence "Brother, I'm sorry for you."
I didn't know if he was apologizing for tearing Xiaojie's underwear last time or for something else, but I didn't think much of it. I just patted him gently and said, "It's okay, take care."
"Alright, alright, the train's here. It's not like it's a matter of life and death, don't cry... Xiaojie," Dazhuang seemed to have calmed down, gently clapping his hands as he spoke to his girlfriend and Wang Qing, who were still hugging and crying.
Parting is sad, but all good things must come to an end. The train to W City arrived.
I quietly boarded the train with my girlfriend, found our carriage, and put our luggage away. Looking at her, still heartbroken, sitting on her berth, I sighed, walked over, and sat beside her. I wiped away the tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, put my arm around her slender shoulders, and gently comforted her, "Honey, don't be sad. We'll be back for the New Year, and you'll see them again then."
"Waaah…" Hearing my words, my girlfriend seemed even more heartbroken. She buried her face in my arms and cried loudly, her little head bobbing against my chest. "Husband… I… I don't want to be separated from them… I really don't…"
"Alright, my silly wife, we'll see them soon. Your husband is here with you, isn't he?"
Looking at my girlfriend sobbing with her head buried in my arms, I suddenly found her even more adorable, still so innocent and pitiful. I pulled her up to sit properly, gently wiping away the tears from her delicate face, comforting her while looking into her still tear-filled eyes.
"...Um...Honey...you must never leave me...you must stay by my side forever..."
My girlfriend took my right hand, which was wiping her tears, from her face, pressed it against her chest, and sobbed.
"Um, um, I understand, I definitely won't leave, otherwise where would I find such a beautiful and lovely wife?"
I understood what my girlfriend meant by pressing my hand against her chest; she wanted me to understand that separation was painful, but she didn't want me to leave, because it would cause her even more pain.
Feeling the softness in my palm, my mischievous side resurfaced, and I gently began to knead my right hand, which she was holding. My girlfriend noticed my movement, her face flushed slightly, and she leaned her head against my chest, gently punching my arm, and said shyly, "You big pervert, you know I'm still sad, so you're being naughty." Looking at my girlfriend's
docile appearance, I felt a surge of pride. This was the result of my training during the summer vacation. Now, as long as we weren't too conspicuous, my girlfriend wouldn't resist my touches and teasing, and seemed to be starting to enjoy it a little, perhaps even finding it incredibly exciting.
My girlfriend was wearing a casual, dark yellow linen shirt today, only buttoned up to the third button at the chest, revealing a small black bra underneath and a deep cleavage. She was also wearing our favorite denim mini-skirt, deliberately showing off her long, straight legs, which were quite alluring with every step.
Remembering the many lustful glances directed at her fair legs at the station, I felt even more excited, and my hand kneading her thighs became faster and more forceful; my penis was already hard inside my jeans. It
was already 9 PM when we boarded the train. My girlfriend and I had booked two lower berths in a small compartment with sliding doors. The compartment had four beds, arranged on both sides, one above the other. I didn't know if the other two beds weren't booked or if the passengers who had booked them hadn't boarded, but now it was just my girlfriend and me in the compartment.
Seeing the blush on his girlfriend's face, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, and her breathing a little rapid, he knew she was getting aroused. So he pulled the sliding door of the small room shut, pushed her down onto the bed, and started unbuttoning her shirt.
When my girlfriend got aroused, she cooperated with my actions very well. She quickly took off her shirt. She knew that I wouldn't do anything too outrageous in an unfamiliar place. At most, I would take off her shirt, hug her, and use my hands to knead her breasts and stroke her thighs through her bra. At most, I would gently rub her vulva with my fingers through her panties. So my girlfriend cooperated very well.
As the shirt came off, my girlfriend's snow-white upper body immediately appeared in my eyes. Her slender, fair neck, beautiful and sexy collarbone, and a small black strapless bra were squeezed tightly by her full and perky breasts. My girlfriend's nipples were already hard and tingling, pushing up the black strapless bra fabric, like two black grapes hanging on the peaks of a mountain, very tempting!
My girlfriend's fair and tender breasts are my favorite. I remembered a few nights ago, at her house, we had just finished being passionate. I was lying on the bed smoking, and my girlfriend was naked in front of the mirror on the dressing table, putting on her bra. Suddenly, I heard her say, "Ugh, so annoying, how come it's gotten bigger again? I've changed so many strapless bras and bras."
I was instantly captivated by her. My girlfriend was cupping her large breasts in both hands, even gently lifting and shaking them with her palms—the
sight of her voluptuous figure was breathtaking. Instantly, my previously limp penis hardened again. I jumped out of bed, grabbed her, and pressed her against the dressing table, engaging in another passionate encounter from behind. Suddenly, the sliding door to the small room was flung open, jolting my girlfriend and me out of our passionate caresses and kisses. A lean, acne-covered young male train conductor walked in, his voice tinged with impatience: "Give me your tickets quickly, I need to change your bed cards."
I glared at him angrily, but when I saw the look of surprise on his pimple-faced expression, I felt instantly embarrassed and quickly pulled my hands away from my girlfriend's breasts.
As the lean man entered, I withdrew my hand from hers. My girlfriend, startled, didn't know whether to dodge or block, and could only tightly hug her white breasts with both hands to cover her exposed nipples. I had just taken off her bra, but this action seemed to make her already impressive breasts even more prominent. Except for the two points that were covered, the rest of her white breasts were all bulging out through her hands, making them even more alluring.
But in her panic, my girlfriend seemed to have forgotten that I had rolled up her miniskirt to her waist, and her two long, white legs were bent wide open on the bed. Between her legs was a small pink panty, and the fabric at her genitals seemed to be completely soaked with vaginal fluid, forming a large shadow, all exposed to the lean man's eyes.
"Didn't you knock before coming in?"
I said fiercely as I picked up my girlfriend's bag from the bed and quickly searched for her train ticket.
"Here... for you..." I handed him the train ticket I'd found, but the skinny man seemed frozen, not hearing me. His gaze remained fixed on his girlfriend, who lay on the bed, her upper body completely exposed, legs spread wide in an M-shape, her underwear soaked between her thighs, half-naked.
"Hey... hey... here's the ticket, still looking! Really!"
I was even angrier, and slapped the skinny man across the chest with the ticket.
"Ah... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I was in such a hurry to exchange the ticket, because the lights were about to go out, and it's a hassle if I don't exchange the ticket, I'm sorry..."
The skinny man seemed to snap out of his daze after my slap, looking at my angry face, and answered apologetically, taking the ticket with him. But I still noticed his eyes were constantly glancing at his girlfriend.
"Alright, give me the key card now!"
Seeing the skinny guy still glancing at my girlfriend, I was even angrier and just wanted to kick him out of the room.
"Okay, I'll look for it, almost there."
The skinny guy opened the folder and slowly searched through it, occasionally muttering "Where is it?"
and sometimes stealing a fiery glance at my girlfriend on the bed. I even noticed that his pants were starting to bulge, and he was shamelessly hard just looking at my girlfriend.
I was angry on the outside, but inside I felt a surge of pride. Look, this is my girlfriend, beautiful, sexy, and I can touch her and kiss her whenever I want, while you guys can only look, and only steal glances at her. It
didn't last long. Watching the skinny guy walk out of the room, slightly hunched over, looking back every step of the way, I quickly closed the door. When I was about to lock it, I realized the door couldn't be locked. I cursed inwardly, "If it can't be locked, what kind of door is this?"
My girlfriend on the bed was still blushing, head down, silent, remaining in the same position. But I noticed that her eyes, which had been wide open a moment ago, were now tightly closed, her expression seemingly one of ecstasy, her face even redder than when I had been teasing her.
I also noticed that her bent legs were trembling slightly, as if she had been electrocuted. After a few seconds, the trembling slowly stopped, and my keen ears detected a barely audible moan emanating from her throat.
"Ah… my girlfriend has climaxed! She actually climaxed while being watched by a stranger!"
Knowing my girlfriend's body like that during an orgasm, I roared inwardly.
I pretended not to notice, and when my girlfriend came to her senses, she saw me looking at her. Her face suddenly flushed red, and she lowered her head. But then she seemed to remember something, sat up, and started punching my chest while pretending to be angry and shouting, "Looking at you! Still looking! Everyone saw us! What are we going to do? It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"
"Okay, okay, so what if they saw us? We won't see each other again, and you're not missing a piece of flesh, right?" I said, watching my girlfriend pretend to be angry while punching me, but her blushing face betrayed her. I grabbed her hands and teased her casually.
After this farce, neither of us seemed to have the mood to start anything. Of course, my girlfriend was a little tired after her climax, and I was worried that the door wouldn't lock properly and someone would break in and see the show.
Sure enough, the light in the small room went out quickly. It seemed the lean train man hadn't lied. However, a sliver of light still shone through the loose bottom of the sliding door—the light from the aisle outside. Although the room wasn't bright, it was still fairly visible.
I lay half-reclined, holding my girlfriend, on her small berth, gently whispering sweet nothings to lull her to sleep. After the crying when we boarded and the unusual climax just now, my girlfriend quickly fell asleep; she seemed truly exhausted.
I laid her down and tucked her in, only then realizing she was still shirtless. Oh well… there was no one else around, I thought to myself, trying to comfort myself.
I returned to my berth on the left and gently lay down, staring blankly at the bed above me, silently thinking about how my girlfriend had managed to reach an orgasm despite being spied on.
I knew my girlfriend was physically sensitive, but I'd never realized she was this sensitive. I guess she was close to climaxing during my initial caresses, but the sudden entry of the skinny train man startled her, causing her orgasmic pleasure to recede abruptly. However, the intense, almost blatant, gaze from the train man, combined with the intense shame he felt, actually generated a powerful pleasure within her, ultimately leading to another climax.
After a moment of surprise, I noticed my penis was starting to swell. It seems it wasn't just my girlfriend who felt ashamed and aroused by being seen naked; I was getting hard just thinking about others seeing her naked. Looks like my own pleasure wasn't low either.
I glanced at my girlfriend sleeping soundly in the bunk to my right. Looks like I'll have to make do with my big penis tonight.
Accompanied by the piercing noise of the train, I slowly closed my tired eyes.
I hadn't slept well all night; perhaps it was the noise, or perhaps it was the change of location, but I was constantly in a state of half-sleep, half-awake.
Suddenly, in that half-awake state, I felt a dark figure in the small room. I thought it was a hallucination and tried to go back to sleep, but something still felt off. Why was there a dark figure? I slowly opened my still-sleepy eyes. There was
indeed a dark figure, turned to the side facing me, looking at the berth to my right, one hand on his lower body as if fiddling with something.
In the dim light streaming in from the window, I finally saw who it was—a lean male train conductor. My mind was still a little confused. What was he doing here?
"Checking tickets?" Didn't I already have a berth card?
"Sleeping?" He has his own compartment, so what was he doing here?
My mind seemed to clear up a bit, and I slowly moved my gaze to my girlfriend on the berth to my right.
At that moment, I was completely awake. My girlfriend had kicked the blanket off her, her upper body bare, her full breasts erect and seemingly defying gravity. Her hands were on her flat stomach, and her legs, clad in a miniskirt, lay straight and relaxed on the berth.
The train conductor was masturbating to his own penis, which was now fully erect.
Perhaps because he was thin, I noticed it wasn't as large as mine, but it felt longer.
I was furious. To masturbate in front of a sleeping customer—this was unforgivable! I was about to shout, but a sliver of reason flashed through my mind. What if I made a scene and everyone else rushed in? Wouldn't that expose my girlfriend's naked body to even more people? Besides, this was the train conductor's territory. What if he claimed he was just checking the berths? Most people would probably believe him, which would be incredibly embarrassing and would also expose my girlfriend.
Thinking this, I stopped moving.
"Sigh... whatever, if he doesn't make any further moves to violate my girlfriend's body, let him watch. It
's not like it'll hurt her." Uh... why is it "not hurt her" again? I looked at the train man, internally berating myself. My girlfriend, with her large breasts, slim waist, and long legs, lay on the bed, her upper body naked, letting everyone see her. Is it really not hurting her? Why do I feel a little excited and... expectant?
Is it because we've been secretly being intimate in public lately, making me feel so stimulated? And... what is this expectation?
The lean train man continued to rapidly masturbate, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend's breasts. The small room was quiet, except for the occasional "plop," "plop" sound—the sound of the train man vigorously masturbating.
I watched the train man's actions with half-closed eyes, thinking to myself, "It seems my girlfriend's stunning figure is beyond the reach of most people. It's gotten to the point where this skinny train man, who initially only dared to peek, is now risking being discovered to sneak over in the middle of the night to watch her, and even dares to masturbate in front of her body!"
I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and elation!
Whether my girlfriend felt uncomfortable in her current position or something else, she bent her right leg, which was lying side-by-side, upwards. With this bend, her miniskirt rode up her thigh, revealing a large gap
between her legs. Seeing this gap, the train man couldn't resist any longer. His breathing became more rapid, and he increased the speed of his masturbation. My girlfriend's panties, which had been hidden before, were now completely exposed from under her skirt, thanks to her leg movement.
The train driver's gaze shifted entirely to his girlfriend's exposed panties. The panties were small and tight, revealing the entire shape of her genitals. Her mons pubis bulged against the fabric, and her labia majora were also squeezed out of shape. The
train driver seemed unsatisfied; he slowly bent down, his head gradually approaching the crevice between her legs. Was he going to lick it? I was about to stop him, but I saw him stop just as his nose was about to touch her genitals, then he took a deep breath through his nose.
I felt a surge of amusement, yet also a thrill, because I knew my girlfriend's panties were already soaked from my teasing, and she had already reached orgasm from the somewhat lewd gaze of this train driver. Her panties were probably even wetter now, and even after several hours, they might have dried, but there would still be a strong smell of vaginal fluid. The train driver
seemed to have smelled a delicacy; although it was dark and I couldn't see his expression clearly, I saw the corners of his mouth slightly upturn in a gesture of enjoyment—he was probably smiling.
I've never kissed my girlfriend's vulva, and she won't let me, saying it's dirty where she peees. So, in all this time we've been together, she's only let me kiss her penis twice. Sigh, I feel like a complete failure.
Watching the train man enjoy the erotic scent emanating from his girlfriend's vulva, I gently slipped my hand under the covers into my pants, pressing down on my already fully erect penis and rubbing it vigorously. It was so stimulating; even when the train man was peeping at
my girlfriend, I didn't feel this stimulated. The train man just quietly looked at the vulva through her panties, smelling the scent of her vaginal fluids, while rapidly stroking his penis.
I suddenly thought the train man was quite persistent; he'd been stroking for so long and hadn't ejaculated yet.
Perhaps because his breath was on her panties while he was smelling her genitals, her vulva felt a little itchy. She reached down and scratched it a couple of times before putting her hand back, but she still didn't wake up.
This time, however, I could see the train man's expression clearly in the light. His eyes widened suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent, his gaze sparkling. I felt his breathing quicken through his nose, and he even licked his lips with his tongue—were they dry from the stimulation?
I felt the train man was about to ejaculate, because I could clearly feel him stroking his penis at an extreme speed, and his face showed the excitement of ejaculation. He seemed to be searching for something, and suddenly he reached out with his left hand, pulled something out from under his girlfriend's legs, straightened up, wrapped the object around his penis, looked at his girlfriend's genitals, and began to frantically masturbate.
"Ah..." the train man let out a soft groan; he had ejaculated.
In bed, I was also rapidly rubbing my own penis, stimulated to the point of wanting to ejaculate but afraid to. I could only reluctantly stop rubbing after the train man ejaculated, afraid of being discovered, since his attention had been completely drawn to his girlfriend's body.
Watching the train man toss the thing covering his penis under his girlfriend's legs, straighten his pants, and tiptoe out of the small compartment, gently closing the door behind him, I let out a long breath. I hadn't dared to breathe too loudly just now. Thankfully, the train man had only looked at and smelled her vulva through her fleshy pants and hadn't tried to touch her body, otherwise it would have been really difficult to handle.
I got off my berth and went to my girlfriend's berth, intending to cover her with the blanket, but my gaze fell on the gap between her legs and her miniskirt, and I was instantly stunned. I suddenly understood the meaning behind the train man's expression, as if he had been greatly aroused.
My girlfriend's genitals were illuminated by a sliver of light coming in from outside; although it was still dark, everything was clearly visible.
Just now, my girlfriend's two quick touches on her genitals had completely exposed her. Her thin panties, barely covering her vulva, were now only partially obscured by her movements.
The other half—thin, pink labia—was parted, the small, delicate vaginal opening barely concealed by the panties. But through the uncovered portion, I could see the tender flesh inside pulsating with her breath, and some vaginal fluid reflecting a faint glow in the light. A small, pink clitoris was prominently displayed above the vaginal opening. This
new world the train man had discovered was truly new and incredibly tender. Even I, someone who frequently sees my girlfriend's fresh, tender vulva, was finding this sight almost unbearable. My already engorged penis swelled again, but seeing my girlfriend sleeping soundly, I decided against waking her.
Suddenly, I remembered the thing the train man had left beside my girlfriend's legs. I picked it up and immediately felt a sticky, wet sensation. I looked down and was speechless. It was right where the train man had ejaculated; my hand was covered in his semen. I felt nauseous. I quickly threw it back. It was my girlfriend's bra.
I was filled with hatred, but I couldn't confront the train man. I had to bear it. I pulled the blanket up for my girlfriend with one hand, opened the door, and rushed to the bathroom. It was disgusting. If I didn't wash it off, the sticky feeling on my hands would make me want to vomit. Looks like I'll have to remind her to change her bra tomorrow morning. But how should I tell her? Should I say I ejaculated on her?
"Hey… come back to reality… come back to reality, what are you thinking about? You have that lewd grin on your face?" Yi Yang nudged me. "
Nothing… I just remembered something. Why is class over?" I asked, looking at Yi Yang who was packing his things.
"Hmm...it's been a while since class ended, are you alright?" Yi Yang asked with concern, seeing my still dazed look.
"I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy from thinking too much. Let's go, class is so boring. Sigh, it's only been two months!" I replied with a bitter face, packing my things while answering Yi Yang's question and sighing.
"The show's just beginning, and you're already bored? If I had such a beautiful girlfriend, I wouldn't be bored at all. You don't know how lucky you are."
Yi Yang, my roommate and best friend, is a little chubby with dark skin, and he's 1.73 meters tall. We met on the first day of school when we registered and ended up being assigned to the same dorm.
Yi Yang has a very cheerful personality. Although he's not the handsome type, his chubby face is still pleasing to the eye. After two months of getting to know him, I've discovered he only has two fatal flaws, although even after I told him, he still denied that they were flaws.
First: When he sees a pretty girl, he smiles, but with his facial expressions, the smile has a lewd undertone. He's never had a girlfriend since elementary school and is still a virgin. Maybe Yi Yang thinks that smile is the best expression, but in a girl's eyes, it's a lewd smile.
Second: This guy likes watching porn and masturbating. He does at least one round every day, and he does it while watching porn and chuckling, then he just openly masturbates you. I can't stand that.
"You go back first. I probably won't be back tonight. You can enjoy your masturbation life by yourself," I said, packing my things and walking out of the classroom with Yi Yang, looking at the smile that was about to appear on his face.
"Oh, okay, are you going to see Xiao Jie again...?" After saying that, Yi Yang's most handsome smile appeared completely.
"Mind your own business. I'm so envious of you, you little virgin," I couldn't stand his smile anymore, so I turned and walked towards another exit, taking the opportunity to disgust Yi Yang.
"Damn it!!" Yi Yang gave me the middle finger at my back.
My chosen major is "Financial Management," which my dad picked out for me. There's nothing I can do; my family runs a business, and I'm their only son, so I have to let them have their way.
My girlfriend, Xiaojie, chose "Performance Arts," a major she loves. She was a member of her high school dance team and vice president of the drama club, so it's a perfect fit.
W University is huge, divided into east and west campuses. The campus is mostly comprised of two- or three-story old-style buildings used as classrooms. They're not tall, but they make the campus feel brighter. The tallest buildings are two 18-story dormitory buildings located at the west campus exit, one for boys and one for girls, all double rooms. I quite like that.
I slowly walked alone along the main road, heading towards the east campus. My girlfriend told me at lunch today that she would be practicing in a classroom on the third floor of a teaching building on the east campus this afternoon.
Watching the couples on the street, I felt an even stronger urge to be with my girlfriend. Although we see each other almost every day, we both live in on-campus dorms, which makes it inconvenient and reduces our time for intimacy. My girlfriend even stipulated that, to avoid affecting her studies, we could only go to a hotel together on Friday nights; I wasn't going to touch her at other times. Well, I guess it's just about not affecting her studies; as for mine, I don't care.
The 20-minute walk made me feel a little hot, but I was nearing the classroom where my girlfriend was training today.
It was an old-style building with three floors. I went up the stairs on the left to the third floor, heading towards her training room, which was the last one on the far right.
I passed several classrooms and peeked through the windows, seeing people training inside. Because it's an old-style building, the windows were designed with wooden frames divided into three sections, each with a pane of glass. The first and second sections were frosted glass, and the third section was a semi-frosted pane, allowing a blurry view inside. This design was probably to let in more sunlight.
This teaching building is a training building dedicated to the performing arts major. The classrooms are all empty, without desks, perhaps to facilitate student training and performances.
I slowly approached the rightmost classroom, just about to call out to my girlfriend, when I suddenly heard a man's voice coming from inside.
"I'm going to thrust! Don't move, I'm going to hit you hard!"
"Okay, go ahead, I should be able to handle it,"
a pleasant female voice replied. It was my girlfriend's voice, but I clearly remembered her saying she wasn't training with male students today.
"Ah...it hurts...you're going too hard!" My girlfriend's moaning continued.
"It's okay, I'll just move around a bit more with you, want to go again?" the man's voice said. "
Okay, go ahead, I should be able to handle it," my girlfriend said.
Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. What was my girlfriend doing...? I didn't call out to her again, but instead walked to the window, stood on tiptoe, and peered through the third pane of glass.
I could only vaguely make out that there were only two people in the classroom, a man and a woman. The woman must be my girlfriend. I noticed that she was standing on one leg because I saw that her heel was resting on the man's shoulder. Their position gave me the impression that the man was using her foot on his shoulder to force her legs into a split. I could also vaguely see that they were very close, almost touching.
"Here I come, just bear with it," the man said, thrusting forward. I felt them instantly pressed together.
"Ah…no…it hurts too much…it's been too long today…I can't take it anymore." This thrust seemed to be taking its toll on my girlfriend; she was breathing heavily.
Hearing this, I couldn't take it anymore. I walked to the classroom door and pushed it open…
(To be continued)
After several days of brainstorming and revisions, Xiaojie's University Chapter (Part 1) is finally here! I hope to receive more support and feedback from friends.
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