My girlfriend's old friend

Even among old friends, the way women chat amongst themselves is vastly different from how several women talk to men at the same time. Back in school, three inseparable female classmates, years later, could still talk freely and nonsensically, laughing heartily. But when men are present, an invisible, competitive dynamic emerges, hidden beneath a surface of harmony, and there's even a high possibility of underhanded scheming!

Just like tonight at Zi Teng Xuan, Yang Xiaoqing and Xu Libin arrived at the entrance by taxi. As they had agreed, Xiaoqing went in first, and Xu Libin would arrive fifteen minutes later. As soon as Xiaoqing stepped into the restaurant, Liu Jing, who was already waiting there, excitedly ran over to pull her to a seat. Then she launched into a long-winded explanation of her busy schedule since returning to Taipei from Spain for her art exhibition, continuing until she mentioned that Wang Xiaoru had called yesterday to invite everyone to a meeting, and since Xu Libin would be there, she suggested Zi Teng Xuan.

At that moment, Wang Xiaoru also arrived at the restaurant. After the three of them laughed and joked for a while, Xiaoqing deliberately glanced at her watch and asked the organizer: "Why hasn't the male lead shown up yet? How are we going to perform tonight's 'Three Mothers Teaching Their Son'?

" "Pretty good, right! I knew you'd be interested in him… didn't you? Confess!"

Wang Xiaoru teased Xiaoqing while glancing at Liu Jing. Xiaoqing blushed, her face flushing red. She quickly said,

"No way! Don't talk nonsense! If we're talking about interest, Liu Jing is the most qualified!"

Liu Jing, who had recently divorced, immediately denied it. She said that although she was single, she would never go after a married man, especially not a charming and philandering man like Xu Libin. Although the words were unintentional, they were enough to make Xiaoqing feel as if she had been stabbed, leaving her extremely uneasy.

"Stop lying! Who knows what kind of... hospitality you received when you went to New York to see him at the beginning of the year?"

Wang Xiaoru teased Liu Jing jokingly. Xiao Qing felt a tightness in her chest and asked, feigning curiosity,

"Yeah, come on! You said you wouldn't touch him, but he might want to touch you!"

"Alright, alright! Since you two are teaming up to make me laugh, I'll tell you the truth!... When I went to New York at the beginning of the year, I had just gotten divorced and was feeling very depressed.... Xu Libin, he... encouraged me and persuaded me to regain my confidence, which was the greatest comfort I received from him..." Liu Jing continued,

"As for whether he wanted to touch me... how would I know?... Besides taking me to a nightclub to dance to cheer me up, and touching me that night, I didn't do anything with him... that kind of thing!"

"...You wanted me to confess, are you satisfied now?"

Yang Xiaoqing hadn't expected Liu Jing to be so "frank" about her meeting with Xu Libin in New York, and almost completely believed her. But at the same time, she thought about Liu Jing's words: Xu Libin could be so interested in her, but in front of Liu Jing, who had just lost her man, was he really as virtuous as Liu Xiahui, able to resist her beautiful and attractive appearance and not seduce her into bed? …Moreover, even Liu Jing said he was a dashing and debonair man, which coincided with what Wang Xiaoru had described him to yesterday, and even added that he was indiscriminate in his affections… So…so…

Xiaoqing’s thoughts began to race again, and she just stared intently at Liu Jing: looking at her petite yet extremely voluptuous figure, accentuated by the tight orange dress she wore; seeing her full breasts rising and falling rhythmically with her breath after she finished speaking; and the subtle, unconscious swaying of her hips as she sipped her wine. For

some reason, Xiaoqing thought that Xu Libin in New York must have clearly seen Liu Jing’s charm; and that he, like he had been when they were alone together these past two or three days, must have felt an irresistible passion for her.

In Xiaoqing's mind, an image flashed before her eyes: on a bed in a New York hotel, Xu Libin was giving Liu Jing the "greatest" masculine comfort through "invigorating"... and Liu Jing, like herself, was enjoying the feeling of his penis filling, filling, and stretching her unbearably empty orifice; she spread her legs wide, letting him thrust in and out, screaming wildly: "So good! ...So good!"... Until she received the man's sweet nectar pouring into her long-parched body, she was in ecstasy, passionately exploding in orgasm, calling out to Xu Libin: "Brother~! ...You're so good, so good~! ...Brother~! You're so good at comforting me!"...

Thinking of this scene, Yang Xiaoqing's mouth was dry, and she couldn't say anything.

"Xiaoyang~! Since Liu Jing has confessed, let her go, there's no need to force her anymore!" Wang Xiaoru stepped in to smooth things over.

"I didn't force her!" Xiaoqing explained. Upon hearing this, the two women smiled at her simultaneously.

"Really, I don't have a pussy!..."

"Yes! Of course you do... have a pussy!" They laughed and said in unison.

Xiaoqing suddenly realized and punched Wang Xiaoru. "Ouch~! You guys are so mean, I'm not coming anymore!"

Wang Xiaoru laughed and dodged the punch, her long hair flying loose, revealing a seductive look beneath her sly expression. ...Xiaoqing suddenly remembered: when she entered the restaurant earlier, she was wearing a flowing purple chiffon coat, over which she wore a halter-neck bodice and a long black skirt; she walked gracefully, her two firm breasts trembling and bouncing noticeably with each step.

When Xiaoqing saw that, she immediately felt that her flat, slender figure was not only far inferior to the voluptuous Liu Jing, but even compared to Wang Xiaoru, she was far inferior, practically pale in comparison. Aside from the fact that in bed, she could only highlight her fairly round buttocks by kneeling and crawling, bending over and sticking her buttocks out high, which was praised by every man she met in secret; in terms of appearance, the only thing that could compare with the two of them was probably her face, which wasn't ugly.

And now, with Wang Xiaoru seemingly teasing and provoking the three of them, and even teaming up with Liu Jing to mock her for being oblivious to the homonym of "bi" and "pui," Xiaoqing became even more suspicious that she and Xu Libin might have had something going on...?

According to what she told herself, Xu Libin had invited her to visit the "Zhangbin Reclamation Industrial Zone" when he came to Taiwan last year; when the two of them were on the southern beach, Wang Xiaoru's long hair, blown by the sea breeze, fluttered and brushed against his face; her erect nipples, exposed to the strong wind blowing her thin shirt, were even more prominent; could Xu Libin really resist... not hugging her from behind and lovingly fondling and playing with her? …

And Wang Xiaoru had said just yesterday afternoon: even if a woman is married, she should insist on having her own social life with her husband. So, last night, when she called Xu Libin from the Jinghua Hotel, he sounded like he was busy with something and didn't want to say much; isn't it possible that he and Wang Xiaoru were in the room, enjoying "socializing"? Even oral sex? Sexual intercourse?… He was enjoying watching Xiaoru, his "sister," calling out to him on the bed he had once lain on: "Brother Bin~! Fuck me, fuck my… pussy!"…

"Oh my god! What's wrong with me? I'm imagining two old college classmates as… just like me, shameless, like sluts, sleeping with Xu Libin and doing the same things!… No! No, it can't be!…

He loves me, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to meet me this afternoon, and in the tea house, he would have kissed and licked me so passionately!…"

Xiaoqing tried her best to deny the fantasies born of her suspicion. She picked up her wine glass and took a small sip of red wine.

"Alright, alright! I apologize, and I won't argue with you anymore! ...Let's talk about how to... teach the son, as you requested!" Wang Xiaoru said, as if demanding a truce.

...

Just then, Xu Libin, who had "arrived late," entered with a broad smile, repeatedly apologizing for keeping the ladies waiting. He praised them politely yet very sincerely, comparing them to beautiful flowers, which flattered him greatly.

Hearing these words, Yang Xiaoqing felt he was nothing like the man she knew, and couldn't help but wonder: Why was he saying such "social niceties"? ...

"Is it because he really slept with them, and now he's 'played with' me too, so he has to treat them all the same? ... Or is it because both of them dressed up today, while he only has intimate relations with me, so to avoid arousing suspicion, he's deliberately saying these nice things to highlight their beauty?"

Wang Xiaoru and Liu Jing giggled and hurriedly invited him to sit down. Xu Libin, seemingly unconcerned that the only remaining empty seat was between Xiaoqing and Liu Jing, sat down. Once the four of them were all present, they ordered food from the waiter and began chatting animatedly about all sorts of things.

Although it had been agreed beforehand that she would "teach Xu Libin a lesson" during this gathering of old friends, Xiaoqing simply couldn't keep up with Wang Xiaoru and Liu Jing's jokes or teasing of him.

So, under the table, like lovers having an affair in a movie, she secretly stretched out her foot to touch Xu Libin's foot; as if secretly telling him through body language that they had an unspoken understanding.

After a few drinks, as they ate and chatted, the four of them became increasingly unrestrained. Xiaoqing felt the effects of the alcohol spreading through her body, and her cheeks were getting hot; her foot, which had been "having an affair" with the man under the table, became bolder and bolder, resting against his calf, rubbing it slowly and affectionately. Especially when Xu Libin was being bombarded with questions by the other two women and was almost stumped, Xiaoqing's rubbing of his foot seemed to be comforting him, becoming even more tender...

But on the surface, Yang Xiaoqing could still pretend to be nonchalant, smiling along with Wang Xiaoru or Liu Jing's seemingly joking but actually harmless teasing of Xu Libin. And Xu Libin seemed to have no trouble dealing with them. While completely ignoring their frankness and speaking fluently, he maintained a smiling gaze, scanning the three women.

Watching Xu Libin's performance in public, Xiaoqing thought he was indeed quite charming: his eloquent speech was full of inner confidence, yet he maintained a humble demeanor; his insights and ideas were captivating, and one could also sense his great magnanimity. ...

In contrast, her husband was the other extreme: arrogant, haughty, and self-important; he considered himself the boss of a large company, always putting on airs in public, demanding everyone listen to him, otherwise he would fly into a rage to demonstrate his power. ... Thinking of this, Xiaoqing happened to see Xu Libin's gaze shift to her, and casually asked,

"Are you right?... Could you share your opinion?"

"Ah?! Yes, you're absolutely right! I... don't really have any opinion," Xiaoqing stammered.

To deal with Xu Libin's sudden question, Xiaoqing nudged him with her foot under the table, as if to say, "Oh dear! Honey! Don't embarrass me... Quickly change the subject!"

Xu Libin immediately understood and said something to Wang Xiaoru and Liu Jing. Xiaoqing took another sip of red wine to hide her embarrassment; but her gaze towards the man became hazy.

Xiaoqing thought to herself, as if talking to herself: "...Even his casual glance at me is so sexy! It goes straight to my heart, how can I resist his passion?...How can I suppress my desire to make love to him?..." "

...Besides, my husband is so bad in bed, in almost 30 years, he has never satisfied me physically, let alone provided any spiritual or emotional comfort!...So...I've found a man who loves me, whom I love in return, and who knows how to make me feel comfortable, satisfied, even crazy in bed, isn't that my luck, my blessing!?"

"Hey~! Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang!...What's wrong?! You seem distracted, we're about to leave!"

"Ah~! Leaving~? Where to? What...?" Xiaoqing asked hurriedly, as if suddenly waking up.

"To dance! Let's all go out and have a party!" Liu Jing said excitedly.

Wang Xiaoru asked Xiaoqing with concern, "Are you drunk? Should we call a car... to take you home?"

"No! Don't worry... I'm not drunk. But why would we... dance? And there are four of us..."

Xiaoqing hesitated, but couldn't help looking at Xu Libin, hoping he would reject the suggestion. But Xu Libin only smiled silently, forcing her to turn to Liu Jing and Wang Xiaoru, wanting to say something, but hesitating.

"It's okay, although there are more women than men, making it difficult to allocate, there are plenty of men at 'Silver Star,' so there will definitely be room to dance! Let's go! Don't be so indecisive!..." Liu Jing urged.

Xu Libin also smiled and asked Xiaoqing,

"Everyone is in high spirits, let's go together! Otherwise, do you have any other suggestions? Opinions?"

"Oh my god! Even you are willing to dance with them, how could I dare to have any other opinions!?"

"Well... since everyone wants to, I have no objections!" Xiaoqing could only nod.

...

A short while later, a speeding taxi took Xiaoqing and her three companions to a disco called "Silver Star"

on Fuxing North Road. The place wasn't large, but it was packed with hundreds of young people dancing. The throngs of people were dancing to the deafening, fast-paced pop music, though the melodies were unclear. Cigarette smoke drifted through the air under the haphazardly flashing colored lights; in the hazy twilight, silver lasers flickered, and reflective spheres shimmered and swirled like countless stars in the universe…

Unlike old-fashioned dance halls or modern pubs, and quite different from typical lounges, the music here, whether from bands or the speakers, was a mix of Chinese and Western styles, or even some locally composed music, blending various musical sources without belonging to any particular genre—rock, disco, reggae, rap, heavy metal, punk, or world folk songs. The Taipei locals and visitors who come here to dance don't care who is whose "dance partner," or that men must dance with women; as long as they're in the mood, it doesn't matter who they dance with, they can hug each other, or even just hug and dance alone.

This is the kind of cultural and leisure venue in Taipei that young people like to go to, and that trendy adults also want to experience—a place that's both "local and international."

...

Xiaoqing and her three companions had just found seats and ordered drinks, and before they could even adjust to the sound and light effects, two young boys suddenly appeared from the crowd, greeting them and squeezing through the crowd.

"Hi! Having a good time?" one of them asked loudly in English.

Liu Jing immediately glanced at Xiaoqing, as if to say, "See! Not bad at all!"

Turning back, she smiled and said loudly in English to the boy, "I hope we will!"

"Cool! ...Iam Jeff," pointing to the other boy next to her, "He's Mark."

"Hi, Mark! ...How come you only speak English?" Wang Xiaoru also asked loudly.

Jeff squeezed between Liu Jing and Xiao Qing, while Mark almost bumped into Wang Xiaoru, forcing her to nestle into Xu Libin's arms. She completely ignored him, loudly proclaiming to the boys,

"You know what? We don't understand English, only German and Spanish!"

The two boys then stammered, mixing Taiwanese, Mandarin, and English, explaining that they had come to Taiwan from Los Angeles; their parents were in the United States; and they didn't understand German or Spanish… This made the girls laugh. Xu Libin then spoke:

“They’re young, but they’re still willing to return to their homeland and receive the baptism of their roots, which is quite rare. Don’t press them too much!…”

Hearing Xu Libin’s old-fashioned words, the two women burst into laughter, and even Xiao Qing couldn’t help but laugh.

“No, lkk?… Do we have ‘bi’ (a slang term for a penis)?” Wang Xiaoru screamed.

“Yeah! You two tell me, do we have ‘bi’ or not?” Liu Jing countered the boys.

The two boys, barely over twenty, were completely bewildered by the question, exchanging confused glances. Then, seemingly not understanding, one said they did, and the other said they didn’t. This caused everyone, including Xu Libin, to smile knowingly. Especially when Wang Xiaoru giggled loudly, she swayed and rubbed against Xu Libin.

Jeff boldly grabbed Liu Jing’s hand and said, “Let’s dance!” Liu Jing smiled, her eyes crinkling, and said, “Si! Si!”

She then squeezed into the waving crowd of people. Wang Xiaoru turned around and pulled Xu Libin onto the dance floor.

Xiaoqing was left behind, with only Mark by her side. She tried to appease the boy's nonsensical words, while simultaneously thinking about how Xu Libin had already arranged to meet her at a hotel for sex, and now he was dancing with Wang Xiaoru!

She felt extremely uncomfortable. Even when Mark boldly pulled her to dance, she coldly withdrew her hand and said, "Later!" Seeing that he seemed not to understand, she added, "Just later! Understand?"

Soon after, the two couples finished dancing and returned to drink beverages. Liu Jing, with Jeff's arm around her shoulder, exclaimed to Xiao Qing,

"Hey! Why aren't you dancing?...Are you going to have a heart-to-heart talk with the little boy?!" She then broke free from Jeff, throwing her voluptuous body into Xu Libin's arms, and said coquettishly, "Is it my turn to dance with you?!"

Xu Libin looked at Xiao Qing, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Then let's all go together!"

Wang Xiaoru pulled Mark, who hadn't yet gone into the water, and said to him, "You said we didn't have 'pulls' earlier, so you're probably a little shy, right? Want to dance with me and see if I have 'pulls'?"

"My God! She even dares to make such a vulgar and boring joke!" Xiao Qing thought.

Jeff put his hand on Xiao Qing's shoulder and said, "Well...I don't know how to talk about anything, so let's just dance?"

...

In the dance floor, all the men and women, or men and men, or women and women, were crowded together, embracing, jostling, swaying, and wriggling to the rhythm of the music. Xiaoqing couldn't avoid physical contact with Jeff, but as she jumped, she also glanced at Xu Libin, the man she longed for

, through the crowd. Then she saw him: the tall Xu Libin, slightly hunched over, with the petite Liu Jing's hands around his neck, her full, curvaceous body pressed tightly against him, twisting and turning like a grinding stone… His hands were wrapped around Liu Jing's slender waist; one could imagine that as they moved rhythmically, he could feel her swaying hips as she writhed…

Like a lit match thrown into gasoline, Xiaoqing's jealousy flared fiercely. She pulled the unsuspecting Jeff towards Xu Libin; then, when Xu Libin also saw them, she pressed her body tightly against Jeff, arching her buttocks and pressing her belly against the boy's penis, twisting her waist and rubbing it...

Xiaoqing tilted her head back, pressing her face against Jeff's; her arms wrapped around the boy's thin waist, feeling his young muscles vibrate to the rhythm of the music, and involuntarily moved her hands down to his buttocks, touching the boy's firm buttocks through his pants.

She immediately thought of last night, when her already erect husband demanded "sexual intercourse," in the darkness, her hand reaching down to guide his half-erect penis, which was only half-erect when drunk, into her body, touching his fat, swollen, and loose belly, and felt utterly disgusted. If it weren't for Xu Libin, with whom she already had feelings, she would definitely have been fantasizing about having sex with her son's tutor—Kan! Imagining herself caressing his flat stomach, his hard abs, and his round, firm, boyish buttocks as his large penis thrust into her vigorously…

Now, Jeff, not much older than Yang Xiaoqing's son, was pressed tightly against the middle-aged woman's body, her small hands stroking and kneading his buttocks. His penis, unable to contain its excitement, hardened, bulging in his pants and pressing against the woman's belly; under her swaying and grinding, it became thick and large.

The boy whispered in Xiaoqing's ear, his voice louder than the music, "Is he… your husband?"

"No, just a friend!… he's just a friend!" Xiaoqing responded loudly.

"Oh!… that's cool, man!…"

As he spoke, Jeff moved his hands, which had been around Xiaoqing's shoulders, down to her waist. As their bodies swayed and pressed together, Xiaoqing felt his hand on her waist hesitantly knead her buttocks. So she deliberately twisted her waist, pressed her lips to the boy's ear, and boldly hissed, "Touch! Touch my...butt!" The

obedient boy cupped Xiaoqing's buttocks in his hands, dancing intimately with her while repeatedly squeezing and kneading her plump labia. Xiaoqing, as if on fire, simply raised her arms, hooking them around Jeff's neck, pressing her face against him, rubbing and kneading... her whole body twisting and swaying wildly; the stimulation of the boy's hands kneading her buttocks caused her to gush with lustful fluids, soaking her panties and even her stockings...

But what Xiaoqing truly wanted and hoped for was that her beloved Xu Libin, while embracing the petite Liu Jing, would look in her direction. She wanted him to be tormented by jealousy, just like her! She wanted him to know: You can think how much you like me, but you're holding another woman in your arms, so… why can't I be close to another man and say I love you at the same time?! … …

Fortunately

, the musicians on stage finished playing this piece of music and stopped; announcing that the next band to perform was the contemporary rock band "Black Flag" from mainland China, and asking everyone to wait. Instantly, the entire crowd in the dance hall screamed, applauded, and cheered in unison, welcoming and urging them on. Liu Jing and Wang Xiaoru, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, clapped their hands excitedly and shouted, "Fantastic! We made the right choice coming today!…"

Xiaoqing saw that Liu Jing had finished dancing, but was still lingering in Xu Libin's arms, and her heart burned with jealousy; she wanted to lean on the big boy, but when she turned around, she found that Jeff had disappeared, and even his companion Mark was nowhere to be seen; she suddenly felt a strong emptiness and was at a loss.

"Come on! Liu Jing, Xiao Yang, let's go to the bathroom together now!" Wang Xiaoru pulled them both.

Two long queues had already formed outside the restroom. Two young men, upon seeing the three women, seemed a little embarrassed; one lowered his head, while the other turned away to look elsewhere. Xiaoqing was still wondering what was going on when Wang Xiaoru leaned over, as if she knew some secret, and said to the two of them with a smile:

"Believe it or not? The two little boys... have already ejaculated in their pants!" Then, she lowered her voice and said:

"The more honest Mark, after I rubbed against him for a short while, his hard thing went down!... Hehe!

Xiaoyang~! I didn't expect... you're quite something, actually using hot dance to tease young boys... By the way, is your Jeff more durable? You were rubbing your butt against him so hard, his panties must be wet, right!?..."

Xiaoqing blushed as Wang Xiaoru spoke: "Oh! Please~ stop talking, okay?!... A few adult women teasing young boys like this, isn't that too shameless!..."

Liu Jing also lowered her voice and mocked her: "Don't forget, Xiaoyang~! Shamelessness includes you too!"

She then turned to Wang Xiaoru with a suggestive look and asked, "Hey! But old ginger is spicier, right? Like Xu Libin's... no matter how we twist or jerk it, it stays perfectly still, really impressive!"

Wang Xiaoru nodded vigorously, then whispered in Xiaoqing's ear, "Looks like... it'll be your turn, Xiaoyang... to handle him!... By the way, I have to warn you, his thing is pretty big!... He might not even ejaculate before you lose control and come!"

Yang Xiaoqing had never spoken such dirty and obscene words to her close female college classmates, and she never imagined that she would conspire with them to commit such dissolute acts. ...Especially absurd was that their targets of ridicule weren't just the two young men, but also included Xu Libin, whom she had slept with and deeply loved!

Xiaoqing pushed Wang Xiaoru away, shaking her head violently, unsure whether to be angry or laugh with them:

"If you want to throw, then go ahead and dance with him! I don't want to take turns! ... Xu Libin is perfectly fine, he would never expect you to be so low-class!"

But as soon as she said it, Xiaoqing immediately regretted it. It turned out that Wang Xiaoru's "warning" had an effect on her body, making her unable to suppress the desire to rub Xu Libin's penis, which burned like wildfire from her lower abdomen; causing her bladder to swell, and she almost couldn't hold back from urinating. She could only squeeze her legs tightly together, rubbing them together, and shaking her buttocks from side to side...

As if she had caught a contagious disease, Liu Jing also couldn't hold back her urge to urinate and twisted her lower body, shaking her round buttocks. At the same time, they sighed, "Ugh! It's killing me... even taking this long to pee!"

The two boys came out of the men's restroom and saw the girls who had finally managed to queue up at the door. They stopped and stared at Liu Jing's round, swaying bottom, then exchanged a knowing smile.

Yang Xiaoqing happened to see their furtive behavior, and the two boys had no choice but to lower their heads and disappear back into the crowd.

Liu Jing finally went into the restroom, and Wang Xiaoru smiled and whispered to Xiaoqing,

"Actually, you don't need to pretend anymore. Your eyes tonight clearly showed you wanted Xu Libin!... Liu Jing, I can't say for sure, but I can tell you that I've never been with Xu Libin... So..."

Xiaoqing was stunned, overwhelmed with mixed feelings, unsure whether to be moved or ashamed, biting her lip, unable to speak.

"Really?..." Xiaoqing asked hesitantly.

“Really! I’m not lying to you, my husband loves me very much, and he’s pretty good in bed too, why would I have an affair?”

“…” Xiaoqing was almost crying: “Then… when you were dancing with him at first?”

Wang Xiaoru gently patted Xiaoqing’s shoulder and said, “It was just for show, teasing each other, just keeping us in suspense!

…Now, it’s up to Xu Libin to choose between you two… to see if he’ll go all in with Liu Jing, or with you…”

Xiaoqing shook her head violently, her mind a jumble of thoughts. She felt extremely ashamed that her secret had been seen through by her friend, and at the same time, she felt deeply guilty for hiding her relationship with Xu Libin. Fortunately, it was their turn to use the restroom, and the two of them quickly went in to urinate.

…

The “Black Flag” band was indeed extraordinary. They captivated the entire audience as soon as they took the stage, drawing continuous cheers, screams, and thunderous applause. Their performance, with its high-pitched, excited screams and long howls, exploded with passion. Although the lyrics and melody were almost entirely drowned out by the thunderous, rapid, and urgent beats, making them indistinct, they undeniably captivated the hearts of the young people, urging and shaking their bodies. Instantly, the entire crowd surged onto the dance floor, reveling and swaying with the waves of music…

“So cool!…The music is so enchanting!” Liu Jing shouted excitedly as she danced.

“Yeah! Really cool man!” Jeff squeezed through the crowd, echoing excitedly.

“Come on! Dance one more dance with me!” Liu Jing hugged Jeff and pulled him onto the dance floor.

At the edge of the dance floor, Wang Xiaoru, Yang Xiaoqing, and Xu Libin looked around, but couldn't find Mark. None of them dared to leave one of them to dance alone, so they awkwardly sipped their cold drinks. Just then, a young foreign man squeezed through the crowd and greeted the three of them with a “Hi!”

He also offered them a lit marijuana cigarette, suggesting they share.

"Wow! I haven't seen this stuff in ages, thanks!"

Wang Xiaoru smiled and took a puff, then handed it back to him. He passed it to Xiaoqing, who hesitated for a moment, then took a puff herself, letting Xu Libin take it and pass it back to the short-haired foreigner named Johnny.

He said he was a reporter and photographer for a British newspaper, and had come to Taiwan from London to study Chinese, having been in Taipei for about six months. Xiaoqing noticed the attractive smile in his blue eyes as he looked at her, and in front of everyone, she asked in a friendly manner,

"You've only been studying for six months, and you speak Chinese so well already. Have you studied before?" Xiaoqing took another puff of marijuana.

"I studied a little bit, but it wasn't very good. I needed to come to Taiwan." Johnny's answer made all three of them laugh.

"Do you like Taipei?" Xiaoqing asked again, and Johnny nodded and asked her in return, "Do you like dancing?"

As he spoke, Johnny held out his hand to Xiaoqing, inviting her to dance. Under the watchful eyes of Wang Xiaoru and Xu Libin, Xiaoqing let Johnny take her hand and followed him onto the dance floor.

“Come on, let’s dance too!” Xiaoqing didn’t care when she heard Wang Xiaoru say to Xu Libin.

The marijuana smoke made Yang Xiaoqing a little lightheaded, and as soon as her body touched Johnny, she leaned against him. Johnny also put his hand on Xiaoqing’s waist, pulling her slender body tighter. At the same time, he leaned down and said to Xiaoqing, “I guess you…like dancing. I saw you dancing earlier, really hot!”

Xiaoqing knew that Johnny was referring to the dance he had seen her dancing with Jeff earlier, but she didn’t feel ashamed. Instead, she became bolder, tiptoed, and wrapped her arms around Johnny’s neck, whispering in his ear,

“Do you like it?…you like me that way?” She even kissed him.

Johnny’s young body vibrated, and his two large hands moved from Xiaoqing’s waist to her full buttocks, not daring to be too bold, just gently caressing them. Xiaoqing grew impatient, rising higher on her tiptoes and contracting her buttocks with a rhythmic, gentle squeeze, while whispering, "Yes!... Squeeze me!"

Xiaoqing felt Johnny's hands kneading her buttocks with varying pressure, the force rough and the rhythm intense; especially when he massaged her labia, his fingers would rub against the edge of her briefs through her tight skirt, as if hinting at something, making her dizzy and causing her to thrust her stomach forward, pressing against his already hard, bulging member, grinding against it...

Soon, Johnny pushed Xiaoqing away, telling her to gyrate wildly in front of him. Xiaoqing obeyed, raising her arms high, playfully tossing her hair, twisting her hips and dancing for him; she even half-closed her eyes to glance at him.

Johnny then pulled out a marijuana cigarette, lit it, and gave it to Xiaoqing to smoke. "Taipei's got so much fun, right?" she asked.

"Yeah!...It's fun!" Xiaoqing nodded as she danced, handing the marijuana back to Johnny to smoke.

The entire "Silver Star" was like countless stars in the universe, spinning and twinkling to the deafening "Black Flag" music. Xiaoqing seemed to see the entire crowd, all dancing wildly, embracing each other; she saw Liu Jing sandwiched between two big boys, swaying her voluptuous body; and Wang Xiaoru and Xu Libin were also locked in a deep kiss... Suddenly, she felt disgusted by everyone else!

“What is this all about! You guys are just teasing me, playing hard to get, saying you want to see if Xu Libin will choose Liu Jing or me tonight! ...Who are you kidding!?…” Xiaoqing asked herself.

“Want something more interesting?...wannahavemorefun?” Johnny laughed and asked Xiaoqing loudly.

Yang Xiaoqing threw herself into the man’s body, tilting her head back: “Yeah! I wantnahavemorefun!”

“I don’t care! I can’t control you guys anymore!...Xu Libin, choose whoever you want! It’s definitely not me!...I will never go to a hotel with you again.” Xiaoqing screamed inwardly at the same time…

Johnny’s hands pressed and rubbed Xiaoqing’s buttocks again until she shouted: “Oh! Yes!!”

He then whispered in her ear: “Come with me!...I live nearby.”

Without saying goodbye, Yang Xiaoqing and Johnny, whom she had just met, escaped from the dancing crowd and left “Silver Star”

, leaving three college classmates who didn’t know what had happened, staring at each other in astonishment. 　　Meanwhile

, the Black Flag band continued their deafening performances, belting out their songs for their enthusiastic fans.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/53970.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=53970&aspx=1

Previous Page : Here are six ways to tell if she's capable of having a passionate night with you.

Next Page : Which type of condom is best for painless use?

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

My girlfriend's old friend

comment Open a new window to view comments