Twenty Years of Sexual Experiences - Chapter 8: My Story with Min (Part 1)

My first encounter with Min was truly a chance meeting.
It was a morning in late summer or early autumn, the most colorful and beautiful season in Beijing. Feeling a bit depressed from the heavy workload, I drove off with a tent, food, and water, heading to the suburbs for a hike and camping trip.
Traffic in Beijing is always a problem. The traffic was so congested that it made me feel even worse. I kept cursing the pedestrians and vehicles that didn't follow the rules. When I got close to the Summer Palace, the roads became even narrower and more congested. The cars were moving at about the same speed as the pedestrians on the side of the road. I turned on the radio to try to vent my anger.
Just then, someone suddenly bumped into my front door with a thud. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively stopped the car. When I turned around, I saw a girl sitting crookedly next to my car, with a white rental bicycle lying on its side. Dozens of thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant. I wondered if she was deliberately trying to scam me. I quickly came up with a plan and got out of the car.
The girl was Min. She was sitting on the ground in pain, clutching her foot and wiping away tears. She was carrying a large sketchbook, and a group of bored onlookers had already gathered around her. I felt a little relieved, guessing that this might be an accident. I quickly looked back and saw that my car was unharmed, without any obvious scratches. I walked over to the girl, squatted down, and asked, "Are you alright? How did you fall?"
Min looked up at me, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "I was grazed by that guy on the electric bike and fell down." I saw a pretty face with delicate features, and her pure, watery eyes revealed helplessness. I knew the guy on the electric bike had already sped away, and I didn't bother to go back and look for him, so I asked her, "Are you alright? Should you go to the hospital?"
"pain……"
Min wiped away her tears and lowered her head. I looked at her ankle and saw that it was bleeding. I felt that the problem might not be serious, but then I thought I should take her to the hospital to get it checked out.
By this time, my car was parked in the driveway, and with the crowd of onlookers, the already narrow road was practically blocked. The cars behind me kept honking their horns. I got up, waved to the onlookers, and said, "Let's all go home, there's nothing to see here!"
After saying that, he helped Min up, walked to the car, and said to her, "Get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital."
Min hesitated for a moment, looking at me timidly. I took out my phone and said to her, "Do you have any friends or family? Call them and tell them."
Min then carefully sat in the back seat of the car. I closed the door, turned around and put the bicycle in the trunk, and asked the owner of the roadside shop where the nearest hospital was.
When I got back into the car, Min calmed down a bit. She handed my phone back to me and said she had already called her classmate to tell her that she was a little injured and couldn't meet her at the Summer Palace.
I smiled slightly, took out a new towel, handed it to her, and told her to put it on her wound. Then I drove to the hospital. Fortunately, the road wasn't too congested, and we arrived at our destination quickly.
When registering, I asked her, "What's your name? How old are you?"
"My name is Liu Min, and I am 18 years old."
Her emotions seemed much more stable.
The doctor examined her and told her that it was just a minor injury and that no bones were broken. He said that a simple cleaning and bandaging of the wound would suffice. If she was worried, he could take an X-ray to check if there was a fracture in her ankle. Min looked up at me, and I patted her shoulder and said, "It's okay, let's go get an X-ray, that way we'll be at ease."
As the doctor said, there was no serious injury to her ankle. After the wound was treated, the doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatory medication and gave her some instructions. She looked at me with great interest, and for the first time, she showed a bright, youthful smile—a smile so pure it touched my heart.
I gave up the idea of going hiking and drove her back to her place. We chatted along the way. Min said she was a student at an art school in Liaoning and had come to Beijing with her classmates from Liaoning to sketch. The two of them had agreed to go to the Summer Palace. Her classmate left first, and she rushed over, but unexpectedly, the collision happened.
"Hehe, just call me Yang Zi. Today I have to thank the gentleman who knocked you down and ran away, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to meet you."
I started joking about today's chance encounter.
Min smiled, a sweet and beautiful laugh, completely unlike the awkwardness she had shown when we first met. Perhaps she now fully trusted me, and she started talking more.
Soon, we arrived at her residence outside the North Third Ring Road, in an old community, in a dilapidated six-story red brick building. Her rented apartment was on the fourth floor. When the car pulled up, she hesitated. I opened the car door and said, "Xiaomin, should I help you up, or carry you up?"
Min's face flushed instantly, as beautiful and lovely as a peach blossom in March. "I'll do it myself," she said softly.
"Alright, let me help you upstairs. If you fall, all my efforts this morning will be wasted." Hearing me say this, Min nodded happily. With my help, Min hopped up the stairs on one leg. She was covered in sweat and panting heavily when she reached the second floor, so we stopped to rest.
"Look at you, even in this state, you're still trying to be brave. Let me carry you up. Do you think I'm a wolf?"
As I spoke, I leaned down slightly.
Min hesitated for a few seconds, then whispered, "Thank you!"
She climbed onto my back, and I could feel her head resting gently on my shoulder, her chest pressed against me. She definitely weighed less than 100 pounds. I steadied myself and easily carried her up to the fourth floor.
It was a small two-bedroom apartment with a somewhat haphazard layout. The walls were yellowish, the lighting was dim, and the furnishings were simple: an old sofa, an old television, two beds, and two simple wardrobes—that was all the furniture. Min lived in the small bedroom on the shady side. The bed was neatly made, with a large Winnie the Pooh plush toy on it. Beside the bed was a large box, a wooden easel, and an unfinished watercolor painting that seemed to depict a garden in Beijing.
I helped her sit up on the bed and asked her, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No need, thank you for helping me so much."
Min smiled and said, her pure face flushed slightly, her eyes filled with sincerity and gratitude.
"May I use the restroom?"
As I spoke, I turned and went into the bathroom. The bathroom was very small, and there was a small sanitary pad in the trash can, with a faint bloodstain and a fine hair on it.
"Is it hers?"
I was a little distracted, and my lower body reacted quickly. I hadn't been able to urinate for a long time and was feeling quite uncomfortable. I cursed myself a few times, closed my eyes, and gently tapped my forehead with my fist. My engorged lower body slowly recoiled, and the urine gushed out. Only then did I breathe a long sigh of relief.
When I went into the kitchen to wash my hands, I saw underwear drying on the balcony: pink floral panties, a thin white bra, and next to it a black lace bra with a deep cup, clearly a size larger than the white one. It seemed that the black one belonged to her companion.
Being in a house filled with the marks of a young girl's youth, I couldn't calm down. I quickly washed my face with water and returned to her. She was leaning against the blankets, looking at me. I asked, "Do you want me to buy you something to eat?"
She smiled and shook her head, saying she wasn't hungry and her classmate would be back soon. She also mentioned there was bread and sausage in the bedside table. I said goodbye to her, poured her a glass of water before leaving, put the lobby phone on the bedside table, and gave her my mobile number. I told her I would return the bicycle for her immediately and return the deposit to her the next morning, and that she could contact me anytime if she needed any help.
Min watched silently as I did all this for her. As I left, I looked back at Min. Her eyes were still as pure as water, but I seemed to see a trace of reluctance in them.
回到家只要15分钟的车程，但时间已近中午，我无心再出门，打开电脑上网聊天，一位曾经一起玩过网络性爱的熟女在线，在我的要求下，她除去衣裤，爱抚着自己的身体，她那些淫荡露骨的展示并没有激起我的欲望，反而使我心生厌恶，敷衍着让她看了看自己无精打采的鸡鸡，便匆匆下线。
我拿出几罐冰啤酒，大口喝着，透心的清凉感觉使我全身舒爽，下身却逐渐变硬起来，我从电脑里找出一部a片，戴上套套，伴着女优淫荡的叫声自摸，朦胧的脑海里浮动着敏青春甜美的微笑，我的欲望迅速膨胀、爆发，浓稠的精液喷射出来……我迷迷糊糊地睡着了。
黄昏时刻，我被强烈的饥饿感唤醒，匆匆来到楼下的kfc，点了一份丰盛的鸡肉大餐，正津津有味地享受美食，手机忽然响了，我接通电话，听到了敏的声音：「我好多了，已经可以下地走了，谢谢你。」，敏淡淡的声音，像是从梦幻中飘过来的。
「哦，那就好，这下我可以放心了。」
我用如释重负的语气表达了自己的关切，「我正享用垃圾大餐呢。」
「什么？」
电话里传达过来敏的疑惑不解。
「呵呵，我在吃肯德基，你要不要来一点？」
我心满意足地啃着原味儿鸡，咋手指的声音听起来有些夸张。
「我……我也想吃了。」
敏的声音恢复了清纯和甜美：「我想要烤翅和原味鸡，还有……」
「没问题，肯德基宅急送半小时后到达。」，我又开起了玩笑。
「嗯……我同学也想吃。」
敏说这句话的时候似乎有些迟疑。
「好的，我送全家桶过去。」，说完，我匆匆咽下了最后一口鸡肉，抓起可乐，咚咚咚灌进肚里，直奔前台点餐。
还好，此时路上的交通没那么拥堵，我几乎赶在半个钟头的时候出现在她的门前。开门的是她的同学，一张同样青春洋溢的脸，只是有些粉饰太重，衣着显得有些暴露，身材看起来很肉感，丰乳肥臀，与阳台上那身黑色蕾丝内衣正好般配，真想象不出她也是学美术的。
我赶紧自报家门：「你好，我找刘敏。」
小芳笑了笑，大声说：「小敏，他来了。」
然后夸张地一摆手：「请进！」
敏正坐在沙发上，看见我，连忙站起身，说：「你好！」
然后指了指旁边的女孩儿说：「这是小芳，我最要好的同学。」
我微笑着和她俩打招呼，把全家桶放在茶几上，小芳兴奋地扑过来，拿出一大块鸡肉，一边道谢，一边吃起来。敏吃得不紧不慢，连啃鸡翅的动作看起来都很秀气，我专注地看着敏，敏羞涩地低下了头。
不经意间我发现小芳正用异样的眼神看着我俩。
吃完饭，小芳借口要出去遛弯儿离开了，我坐在敏旁边，跟她闲聊，听她讲自己成长的故事，讲她自己的梦想，不时插两句话，敏很开心地笑，目光闪烁，如同月光映照的清泉，我有一种忘情的感觉。
不知不觉中已是夜里十点多钟，我向她告别，敏起身送我，我忽然扶住她的肩头，在她眼睛上轻轻吻了一下，敏惊慌地低下头，跌坐在沙发上。我带上门下楼，初秋的夜空格外的高，蓝得深邃，月光下的树木披着一层薄薄的白色，显得神秘莫测，小区行人很少，格外的安静，我心情舒畅、脚步轻盈，似乎刚一上车就到家了。
我给敏打了个电话：「小姑娘，我到家了，安心睡吧，做个好梦，明天脚就好了。」
敏温柔地说了句：「嗯，晚安。」
便挂断了电话。
那一夜，我睡的很沉，做了很多梦，梦见大森林，梦见蛇追我，梦见自己和一个女孩子做爱，却看不清女孩子的脸……
第二天还是休息日，我正赖在床上，手机忽然响了，是敏打来的，她说自己的脚已经好很多了，能下地站立了，说自己还想去颐和园画画，说自己想去长城故宫。
我安慰她说：「放心，等你好了，下周六我开车带你去所有可玩的地方。」
她愉快地答应了，说她很会做饭，等脚好了，就去买菜，请我吃饭。
随后的一周，我每天打电话给她，问候她的伤情，到第三天的时候，她已经完全没事了，便问我什么时候带她去长城，什么时候吃她做的饭。
于是，在下一个周末的清晨，我早早开车来到她的楼下，拨通了她的电话，不一会儿，敏飞一样地出现在我的车前，径直坐到了副驾的位置上，随手地把黑色双肩背包和墨绿色封面的速写本放在后座上，今天，她换了一身黑色阿迪运动装，扎着白色发带，看上去清爽靓丽，周身散发着少女的幽香和青春活力。
我们驱车一路直奔居庸关长城，一路上畅通无阻，但由于已经开了几个小时的车，背着略显沉重的登山包刚爬过半程，我开始有点心跳加速，脚步沉重，敏调皮地从背后推着我向上攀登，不时地逗我开心，不知不觉间疲劳缓解了很多，半个钟头后我们爬上了最高处的垛楼，极目远眺，秋高气爽，或远或近的山林，浓翠中夹杂着斑驳的黄色或者红色，初秋的长城没有肃杀，只有壮美。
学习绘画的敏是第一次登长城，在她眼里，长城有着我感触不到的美，她拿出速写本，专心致志地画起来，我也取出相机，尽情拍照，既拍景色，也拍专注于绘画的敏，此刻的她如古代仕女图般，定格在时间的某个片断中。
等敏停下来时，我递过去一瓶水，敏静静地看着我，目光里不再是少女的羞涩，而是一个女人发自内心的温柔，我的心瞬间就融化了，听不清耳畔呼呼的风声，看不到周围任何的事物，直到敏拉了拉我的手说：「我饿了。」
我才蓦然醒来，歉意地笑了笑，从包里取出准备好的食品和水果，摆放在野餐垫儿上，匆匆填饱肚子，敏和我背靠背坐着，我一页页翻看她的画儿，两人谁都不说一句话。
我们玩性正浓的时候，天渐渐阴了下来，不一会儿就下起了急雨，黄豆大的雨点噼里啪啦地打在我们身上，我拿起野餐垫披在敏的头上，俩人落荒而逃，敏紧紧地握住我的手，我感觉到她细长的手指，光滑细腻，柔若无骨。
飞奔进车里时，我已经浑身湿透，敏也只有头发略干燥一些，我打开暖风，从后座上拿出一块浴巾递给敏，说：「我出去一下，你把外衣脱下来拧拧水，先披着浴巾，省得感冒了。」
说完，开门下了车，车外的雨还是很大，伴着一声声闷雷，敏推开车门，大声呼喊我：「快进来，快进来！」
见我不动，伸腿就要下车，我冲她摆摆手，摇了摇头，敏却执着地下车拉住了我的手，她的眼神不再是少女的纯真，而是一种热恋时才有的火热和勇敢，我拍拍她的肩膀，拉开车门，把她推进车里，然后自己坐到了车的前座，拿起扔在副驾座上的毛巾擦了擦头。
敏拿浴巾擦干头发，脱下已经湿透的外衣，披上浴巾，然后推开车门拧水，一阵冷风吹来，我不由得打了个喷嚏，敏迅速把门关上，说：「你着凉了吧，都是因为我……」
我满不在乎地说：「没事，我身体结实着呢，以前我是校足球队的中后卫呢。」
回京的路上，敏一言不发，任凭我怎么挑逗她，总是一脸的忧郁，我问她：「你这是怎么了？」
「我还是担心你生病。」
她的话语里透出一种愧疚和关切。
「我比牛还健壮呢，没事的。」
说完，我伸出胳膊向她展示了一下发达的二头肌。
车里的空气很快温暖起来，我开着车在雨中奔驰，路上车很少，我尽量匀速行驶，敏有些困了，打着呵欠，慢慢睡着了。我从遮阳板上的小镜子里看得见后座的敏，此刻她正斜靠在后座上，盖着浴巾，露着半个肩膀，脸上带着纯洁的微笑，看着她熟睡的样子，我的心情心里格外轻松愉悦，心动，但并没有丝毫的邪念。
我把车开进小区大门时，敏刚好醒来，她伸了个懒腰，睡眼惺忪地看着我，问：「这是到哪儿了？」
「我家。」
我回答时，心里有些忐忑，砰砰直跳，但敏的脸上看不出任何反对的意思。
As I led Min into the house, I breathed a long sigh of relief. I went straight into the bathroom, turned on the water heater, and then led her to the living room. I had her sit on the sofa, turned on the TV, and made her a cup of hot tea. Min smiled and held the teacup in her hands.
I took off my shoes, sat cross-legged on the other end of the sofa, and watched Min drink tea. Time seemed to stand still. What was on TV no longer mattered; what mattered was that Min was right beside me.

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