My Ex-Girls (1-2)

My Ex-Girls (5717 words)
Youth is always beautiful, but it's also inevitable to do some foolish things.
I'll recount some of the things that happened to me as a memento of my slowly fading youth.
I. Yu Li
When I was young, I had a good relationship with my colleagues. When I was twenty-four, my colleague, Brother Jiang, introduced me to a girlfriend named Yu Li. She worked at the same company as Brother Jiang's wife; they were both sales clerks in a shopping mall, standing behind the counter for eight hours a day—it was truly hard work.
She was a little shorter than me, but still about 1.67 meters tall. Yu Li was slender, with almond-shaped eyes and long, flowing black hair, which added to her elegance.
Her mouth was slightly large, and her pupils were a little yellowish. Her teeth were very white, and they looked beautiful when she smiled.
I had a good impression of her, so we started dating. She lived far from the city, requiring a short train ride to work.
She had an older sister and a younger brother; her father hadn't retired yet, and her mother stayed home to manage the household.
Our matchmaker, Brother Jiang, deliberately created opportunities for us to connect and develop our relationship. At first, we were a little reserved, but gradually we became more familiar with each other.
Yu Li's family had bought a bungalow at the foot of a mountain in the city for her commute, and she lived there. Her family rarely visited; she lived alone. One
day, Brother Jiang found an excuse to invite me to Yu Li's place, saying he wanted to help her with some chores. I knew it was just an excuse; he really wanted us to spend more time together, deepen our impressions of each other, and strengthen our bond.
I prepared myself, changed my clothes, styled my hair, and so on. I couldn't be unkempt and dirty when I was with my girlfriend, could I?
When I went out, the streets were bustling with traffic, and minibuses scrambled past, kicking up long trails of dust. To see my girlfriend Yu Li as soon as possible and to avoid being late, I hailed a Xiali taxi—these kinds of cars were already common then.
When I arrived at Yu Li's place, it was still early. As I paced back and forth, killing time, the door to Yu Li's place opened, and she came out, carrying a basin of dirty water to throw away.
Because it was winter, the drainpipes in the north often froze over, so most residents would dump their dirty water directly onto the garbage dump.
There were also remnants of burnt coal, snow swept from the road or yard, all piled up there, and a bunch of lazy people would simply throw away their urine in the morning. Over time, this formed a very "spectacular" "garbage mountain" and "urine iceberg."
"Back to the point."
Yu Li saw me, and I saw her. As she poured out the water from the basin, she smiled and greeted me, "When did you arrive? Why didn't you knock?" As she spoke, she looked me up and down.
I smiled and said, "I just arrived. I thought you weren't back yet, so I was waiting for you on the way." Yu Li smiled and said, "I didn't go to work today. Come in, don't stand there." As she spoke, she led me into the house.
The house was warm, and the fire in the stove was burning brightly. There was a large temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, and there were many water droplets on the white walls. That was because it was a new house.
Yu Li offered me a seat and poured me a cup of hot water, asking, "Did you take a day off?" I said, "Brother Jiang said you had some work to do? What do you need my help with?" I gave a non-sequitur.
Yu Li smiled and said, "It's too damp in here, do you have any ideas?" Actually, it was still an excuse. But if she didn't say that, what else could she say? We had only met three times.
I said, "I'll make you an electric stove; it'll be better if you put it against the wall, but it'll use a lot of electricity." Li said, "It's okay, I can use it to dry clothes and socks, but no girl would say anything about drying bras and underwear. Who would feel comfortable doing that?" My thoughts were a bit...unreasonable.
We chatted about work, and then I said goodbye. When Li came out to see me off, the wind blew her long hair, a few strands brushing against her cheek. I mustered my courage and reached out to smooth her disheveled hair. At that moment, Li blushed. "Was it because my warm hand touched her cheek? Or something else?" I wondered to myself.
After returning to work, I made an electric stove for her myself. We arranged a time, and by the time I finished setting it up, it was already noon. Li wanted to treat me to lunch, but I had to rush back to work because of other commitments.
One day, Yu Li said the electric stove was broken and asked me to fix it. She gave me the key. After I fixed it, I saw a basket of ashes by the stove pit, so I emptied it for her. I was always happy to do something for a girl.
When I saw Yu Li again, she smiled slyly, saying she deliberately left the basket of ashes there to test me, to see if I could empty it for her. She told me she had told her best friend about me helping her and said, "You're quite capable, not lazy at all." I looked at her; she had a little bit of smugness on her face.
A few days later, Yu Li said the light was broken, so I went to her place. There were several young girls in the house, and I felt like I was being scrutinized. "I'm not a naked Dawei, so I don't need to be a group visit, right?" I muttered to myself.
After greeting them, Aunt Jiang and Yu Li introduced them to me one by one, and I excused myself to go to work and slipped away.
After some time, I picked her up from work and took her home (to her mother's house, not the empty house she lived in).
It was already dark when we got there, and the neon lights on both sides of the street flickered with colorful lights. Most of the passersby were in a hurry, like birds returning to their nests.
Yu Li took my arm and snuggled close to me, looking like a little bird seeking shelter. We chatted and laughed, like a newlywed couple.
I asked Li, "Why do you like being with me?" Li looked up at me and said, "I like being with you." I added, "I'm a little bad." Li looked up at me again and said, "I like being bad." I knew that the "bad" she mentioned wasn't really bad in her heart.
Li's beautiful eyes looked at me as she spoke, and I understood her ardent gaze. Her lips, lightly painted with lipstick, were right under my nose, her breath sweet and fragrant. That breath, with its scent reminiscent of Big Bubble Gum, made my nose itch.
I lowered my head slightly to meet Li's red lips, and we shared a deep, passionate kiss that lingered for a long, long time on the bustling street…
My hands encircled the back of Li's head and her long, flowing hair, and I clumsily, instinctively kissed her lips. Li parted her mouth slightly, offering her fragrant tongue to mine. I immediately captured Li's "lilac" and savored its aroma…
The stars in the sky blinked, secretly laughing, and the moon seemed to blush. At that moment, happiness overflowed my heart; that sweetness… left me with an unforgettable memory.
After the kiss, I felt Li's arm tighten around mine. (Is it true that for lovers, physical contact alone leads to a qualitative leap in the relationship?)
(Later, I saw a post online from a guru who said, "The best way to win a girl's heart is to conquer her vagina.") Wow! Look at his knowledge, so profound and educational! I can't keep up even if I were barefoot (reducing my academic burden).
I saw Li off on the train home, and then I went home too. The days passed quickly. One day, Li said that her mother wanted me to come to her house as a guest, which meant she wanted to see me. I prepared a gift and went to her house with Li.
After a warm welcome, it gradually got dark. Because of the inconvenient transportation and the lack of return buses, I had to stay overnight at Li's house. (Friends, don't get the wrong idea, I slept with my future father-in-law).
Li has a very beautiful older sister. I had a dirty thought: why don't the two sisters look alike? Wouldn't it be great if they were twins… (How about that? Am I despicable, shameless, and lewd?)
Nothing happened that night. As for whether I had any dreams or said any mushy things, I have no idea. The next morning, we went to the train station to wait for the train. I, having tasted the bamboo shoots, took the initiative to kiss her. Li, afraid of being seen by acquaintances, was embarrassed and quickly kissed me back.
I really liked her faint body fragrance. On the train back, we walked along the railway tracks to her place. The fire in the stove had gone out. I used wood and coal to start a fire, which was easy for me because life back then was incomparable to today. In the north, starting a fire for warmth was an essential survival skill.
Before we knew it, darkness fell. Winter nights come early, and the kang (heated brick bed) was already warm. I bought some food at a small shop, and we ate a quick dinner. We had originally planned to go home, but worried our families would worry. Li said, "It's so cold, and the roads are difficult to walk on. Let's not go back."
I agreed, subconsciously feeling I was getting a good deal. Li lay on the kang, her hands covering her head, her sweater bulging high on her chest. Looking at the undulating curves horizontally, it was like an enlarged version of the letter "m" (the term "mm" is now used online to refer to girls, presumably a conclusion drawn from the observations and explorations of some predecessor).
I glanced at her every now and then, feeling a ticklish itch inside me, like a mouse stealing oil. We chatted and laughed for a while, and then Li asked me to sing for her. I remember singing a popular song at the time, called "Little Rain in March," the last line of which was "Searching for that one tree, the one that loves me." Li looked like a newlywed bride, her face beaming with happiness.
I tried my best to make her happy, and hearing her joyful laughter made me happy too. Looking into Li's affectionate eyes, I couldn't help but hook my leg around hers and pull her head up with one hand. Li understood what I meant, and we kissed passionately.
A surge of hormones stimulated my young body, and I said to Li, "Can I touch your breasts?" Li was shy, her face turning red instantly. She lowered her eyes and closed them, and I knew she had given her consent. My heart was truly pounding with joy.
As I spoke, my hand had already slipped outside her clothes and was on her breast, gently kneading it…
She was wearing a red sweater over a white shirt. I lifted her sweater—unbuttoning it one button at a time—and then lifted her white bra. I was thrilled to see Li's two fair breasts…
I grabbed one breast in each hand and gently kneaded them. Li's breasts were slightly larger than my hands, warm and soft to the touch. The nipples, smaller than the tip of my little finger, were a pale red, proudly erect, like two ripe cherries waiting for me to taste.
Her skin was fair, and her naked body exuded a faint fragrance. I rolled over and pressed myself against Li, burying my face in her breasts, kissing them passionately, sucking, kneading, and pinching them frantically.
Li's fair breasts changed shape in my hands. I held her nipple in my mouth for a long time, gently biting it and teasing it with my tongue, making me forget the time.
I pressed my pubic bone against hers, and even though we were wearing pants, I was making sexual movements, trying to entice her to have sex with me. My hand reached for her belt, but she grabbed it, laughing and saying, "I can't cross that last line."
I knew what she meant; she didn't want to have sex too soon. If it were now, I would definitely find a way; I would definitely get her and enjoy the pleasure her body brought.
I didn't force her. After playing with her breasts for a while, she got up, adjusted her bra, and buttoned her shirt, her face slightly flushed with shyness. It was getting late.
I wanted to sleep in Li's room, but she was worried I would "eat her up" and wouldn't let me. We played around for a while, and during this time, I seized opportunities to touch Li's breasts. She always shyly and cutely dodged, but she just wouldn't agree to let me sleep with her.
I thought if she agreed, I would definitely possess her completely that night. We slept separately that night without saying a word.
(If I had pushed my luck then, there would have been many more complications.) The next day, we got ready and went to work together.
I saw her younger brother on the street.
A few days later, Li told me that her mother found out I had stayed overnight at her place and was so angry she vomited blood. Hearing this, I felt incredibly guilty, like I had been caught red-handed stealing from someone. Li, on the other hand, was all smiles and carefree.
Later, because her family didn't approve of her, they didn't want us to break up, mainly because Li looked a bit thin.
But I didn't see anything wrong with her; I like slender girls. I'm an obedient child.
After the breakup, I thought she must hate me.
Later, I waited for her where she took the bus, hoping to get back together, but Li was angry and wouldn't talk to me. I knew I was too ashamed to see her, so I let it go.
I really wanted her to deliberately go to her counter to see her, even from a distance, just a glimpse would be enough for me. I don't know if Li knew, but her female colleagues saw me; they would definitely tell Li.
I regret breaking up with her then. If I had insisted on marrying her, I think we would have been very happy.
Later, I heard she got married, and I was heartbroken for a long time, filled with guilt. So, long after her marriage, I mustered the courage to ask her out for dinner, hoping she wouldn't be angry with me and that we could still be good friends. But she smiled and declined.
Her smile was as beautiful as ever, but deep in her eyes, I clearly saw "Arctic glaciers."
As time passed, Li and I lost contact. Was it that "big shot" who said, "Time heals all wounds"?
For me, that medicine isn't very effective. I often reminisce about the past, missing the Li I loved.
I wonder if Li is happy now; if she's unhappy, my heart aches. Now, I can no longer see her.
Perhaps we will never meet again in this lifetime, so I can only silently say from the far reaches of the world: "My beloved, how I wish you health and happiness! My beloved girl, I still love you, until death do us part."
II. Tingting is a nineteen-year-old girl from Inner Mongolia. She is about 1.67 meters tall, with small, double-lidded eyes. Her skin isn't fair and rosy; she has an oval face and full lips. She was very sexy, with an average figure, her legs seemed a little stiff, her feet were slightly pigeon-toed, and her buttocks were full and protruding, giving her an alluring quality.
Also, her nose always looked like it was dirty. She ate and slept in my shop; the bed was brought over when I transferred the business—it was the original owner's bed, which Ting used to sleep in.
Northern winters are very cold, so catching a cold is inevitable; everyone feels unwell sometimes. One evening, my "buddies" dragged me out to hang out with friends, and I didn't return to the shop until after closing time. I remembered Ting had a cold and wanted to check on her, so I knocked on her door. Ting heard my voice and opened it for me.
The room was warm. Ting, wearing a dark red tight-fitting shirt and trousers, looked a little sleepy. I quickly glanced at her. Her tight underwear accentuated her youthful figure, revealing her curves. Judging from the curves of her breasts, they weren't large. There were no bra strap marks under her shirt, indicating she wasn't wearing a bra. Two small, fingertip-sized "dots" on her chest further confirmed this.
Then I scanned her lower body, especially her crotch area. The bulge there resembled a flatbread
, and even through her trousers, I could see a short indentation in the middle. You know how that indentation forms, I don't need to elaborate, right? This was just a fleeting moment; did I have to squat down and examine it closely? I wasn't being too bad then (please think of it more positively). Ting didn't seem embarrassed at the time, and backing down would have looked worse.
I asked her if her cold was better. Ting said, "I'm feeling better," and asked if I had eaten. I said, "Yes, I have." I also asked if she had taken her medicine and urged her to go to bed. In a quick glance, I noticed a white bra draped over her bedside. She wasn't wearing one.
I said, "Let me touch your head to see if you're hot." Ting said, "No, I'm not." Out of concern, I reached out and touched her forehead. It was a bit like a big bad wolf caring for a little white rabbit. Ting didn't say anything or move. My hand didn't feel very hot, so my hand naturally landed on her shoulder.
Ting grabbed my hand, blushed, and said softly with a complicated look, "No." I immediately understood what she meant. Was she worried about something?
Afraid I would sleep with her? Actually, when I touched her head, I was intentionally testing her reaction, and there was also an element of seduction or enticement. Seeing her unwillingness, I didn't say anything and left.
A day later, I was invited out by friends. I told Ting, "I'll be back late, you should rest early." Ting agreed.
I had a late lunch and came back after hanging out with friends for a while. Ting said she hadn't eaten and asked if I wanted to eat something.
She also said, "Can you have a drink with me?" "You don't usually drink?" I didn't understand why.
I was a little curious. There weren't many people in the restaurant, just the two of us. We got some food, and Ting wanted to drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), so I poured her a glass. Ting drank it in one gulp, and I felt something was off. Ting glanced at me and said, "I've thought it through. I'll give you everything." I immediately realized what she meant. I remained calm, wanting to confirm her words.
I didn't say anything, just gave her a meaningful look. After a while, I got up to get the wine. As we walked towards each other, this girl suddenly threw herself into my arms. I didn't know whether to push her away or hug her. Just then, the clock struck eleven. At that moment, Ting, slightly drunk, called out in a dreamy voice, "Viagra—"
Damn, my name has "Wei" in it. When she called me that, the meaning became complicated. If you knew the context, you were calling me; if you didn't, you might think she was selling the American sex drug Viagra.
Ting's face was burning hot. She pressed her face against mine and kissed my cheek. Her actions ignited my desire…
Without a word, I picked up Ting's limp body and carried her into her room. I placed the girl's body on the bed. Ting's eyes were languid and seductive. Under her thin, grey-white high-necked cashmere sweater, her breasts heaved violently with her rapid breathing. Beneath her black skirt, her legs, encased in brown leggings, were spread wide in a V-shape. One of her long leather boots had somehow fallen off the bed.
She wore flesh-colored stockings, and I could vaguely see her small feet with red toenails. I pressed myself between Ting's legs and leaned down to kiss her full, sensual lips. Ting didn't react, so I untied her red decorative belt. The room was filled with the scent of lust.
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