I slept with my classmate's girlfriend.

I currently work in software sales, and it's been two years since I graduated. My school was a terrible private college; the facilities were inadequate, and basically every good student who chose it regretted it. However, even terrible schools have their advantages. The school wasn't strict, which resulted in many couples being intimate in broad daylight, and at night, they were completely oblivious to everyone else. Walking through the small woods on campus, within a few dozen meters, you could startle countless couples. There were also quite a few freshmen who went out to live together. But let's not talk about that for now; I'm going to talk about my relationship with my classmate's girlfriend.

Our lousy school, for some reason, has recruited a large number of students from outside the province, roughly a 4:1 ratio with students from within the province. That's a huge proportion. In our class alone, there are three students from Jiangsu, and one of them is in our dorm. This boy's name is Zhang Qiang. He's not tall, but quite handsome, and very talkative and smooth-talking—you can tell at a glance he's a womanizer.

On our second day in the dorm, after we got to know each other a bit better, he started bragging about how many girls he'd hooked up with in high school. Back then, I was an honest guy, just starting to understand sex. If you gave me a girl, I wouldn't even know where to put my penis. He talked about how amazing sex was, and I was incredibly envious. This semester, he hooked up with another girl from Northeast China in our class. She's the vice class monitor, and she usually seems cheerful and lively. But Zhang Qiang said that once they were in bed, she was incredibly lewd. She has huge breasts, which I found hard to believe.

During the National Day holiday, she had a seven-day fling with a sexy girl from Jiangxi in our department. As for me, I quickly developed a crush on another girl from Northeast China in our class. This girl was quite talkative, average-looking, but most importantly, incredibly kind. I quickly fell for her, but after pursuing her for a long time, I still couldn't win her over. Actually, thinking about it, it makes sense. A country boy who had never pursued a girl before, clueless about romance, not handsome, and not good at talking—no wonder he couldn't win her over. I pursued her for about half a year without success, and I became disheartened. I considered her my older sister. Don't laugh; that's often how it is during school years. Everyone wants to build a close relationship with the person they like, and even if they can't win her over, they still want to have a "sister" or "younger sister" title.

However, although I didn't win her over, two years later, about a month ago, we slept together. We won't talk about these things. If you think my writing is good and there's a lot of attention, I'll write another article about it.

University life went by quickly, and winter break arrived in the blink of an eye. I got along very well with Zhang Qiang. During the Spring Festival, I called him to wish him a happy new year, and he told me that he had found another girlfriend back home, a year younger than him, who was in her final year of high school. I laughed and scolded, "Damn, you're not even letting high school girls go?" He said, "Didn't I get pursued by other girls in high school too? Haha..." In the second semester of freshman year, Zhang Qiang toned it down a bit and stopped flirting with girls. He kept in touch with the girl from high school, and when he was lonely, he would go out

with our vice class monitor to mess around (that vice class monitor was very fond of him and still couldn't forget him). Soon it was time for the college entrance exam, and the girl scored over 460 points, which was enough to get into a pretty good university in Jiangsu. However, the girl was quite infatuated and actually came to our lousy university with my classmate. And they actually set off in early August, driving and sightseeing all the way to our school. Now I understand why Zhang Qiang has always valued that girl so much. It turns out her family is so well-off, and it seems her parents have some power in the government.

The girl's parents stayed for a few days and then went home. So Zhang Qiang brought the girl to introduce her to our group of friends. When I first saw Zeng Xiaolin, I was amazed. She was quiet and reserved, never saying a word. She would blush if you made a joke, and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. She had long hair, which she straightened and tied in a ponytail. She was about 1.6 meters tall, not very tall, but quite thin, with a pretty perfect figure. I've never been a fan of the busty type. She was only slightly dark-skinned, wearing a pink t-shirt, a white skirt, and a bag slung across her shoulder. She looked petite and timid, evoking a man's natural protective instincts.

Zhang Qiang treated us to dinner, and during the meal, we asked Zeng Xiaolin to toast everyone. Zeng Xiaolin was hesitant and didn't say a word, so we felt bad and let Zhang Qiang do it for her. But soon, something that shocked me happened. After dinner, Zhang Qiang actually asked us to help him move his things. It turned out that this bastard had rented a place off-campus and planned to live with us. I was very puzzled as to why a girl like Zeng Xiaolin would agree to such a request. But considering that she had traveled a long way to follow Zhang Qiang to our school, it basically explained everything.

Zhang Qiang rented a small two-story house in a village near our school. The upper floor had two rooms, and the lower floor had one large room. Zhang Qiang wanted to rent the larger room on the first floor, but the landlord said it was already rented, so he had to live on the upper floor. A while later, another classmate in our dorm also got a girlfriend and moved in next door to Zhang Qiang.

One time, this classmate mysteriously told me, "Zhang Qiang and his girlfriend do it every night." I said, "Damn, how do you know?" He said, "I can hear Zeng Xiaolin moaning every night, her voice is so lewd..." I said, "You're talking nonsense! A quiet girl like Zeng Xiaolin wouldn't moan like that!" He said, "Damn, you don't believe me? The more ladylike a girl is, the more lewd she is in bed, it's true." I heard about it and let it go, not taking it seriously. I just thought he was fantasizing, and it didn't affect my image of Zeng Xiaolin as a lady at all.

Soon it was my sophomore year, and I got a girlfriend. So I discussed moving out with her, mainly because I really wanted to experience sex. After much pleading, she finally agreed. Around that time, my classmate who lived next door to Zhang Qiang broke up with his girlfriend and moved back to school, so I naturally moved next door to Zhang Qiang.

On my first night there, I took my girlfriend's virginity. (My mind is full of Zeng Xiaolin right now, and I can't write anything meaningful about it, so I'll stop here for now. See my later posts for more details.)

The next day, Zhang Qiang, my girlfriend, and I had a meal together. We busied ourselves buying groceries and cooking. I always enjoy cooking, so I cooked two dishes: shredded potatoes and stir-fried loofah with eggs. Zhang Qiang made boiled sliced pork and stewed chicken with potatoes. I went downstairs to get a case of beer.

During the meal, Zeng Xiaolin whispered something in Zhang Qiang's ear. I teased her, "Why can't you say it to his face? Why are you whispering..." Zhang Qiang laughed and said, "My wife said your shredded potatoes were delicious..."

This time, I felt embarrassed and said, "No, I just stir-fried them randomly." Everyone drank quite a bit. After finishing the meal and cleaning up, we went to sleep. Fueled by alcohol, I had sex with my girlfriend once and then fell asleep.

I was drifting off to sleep when I suddenly heard groaning sounds from next door. I snapped awake: wasn't that the sound of a bed moving? Could it be…? Sure enough, a little while later, I heard Zeng Xiaolin whisper, "Be gentle, it hurts a little." It seemed Zhang Qiang had woken up in the middle of the night, was feeling pent up, and without any foreplay, had just penetrated me. I lay in the dark, listening intently to what was happening next door.

After a while, I heard Zeng Xiaolin moan softly, but it sounded like she was trying to hold it in (I later learned that she also had feelings for me at that time, and was afraid I would hear her, so she didn't moan loudly). My penis was burning hot. My girlfriend had just been fucked and was sleeping without underwear. I was on my side holding her, and because we had just finished, she was very wet and slippery, so I thrust all the way in.

I listened to Zeng Xiaolin's suppressed moans from next door while I was fucking my girlfriend hard. My mind was filled with images of Zeng Xiaolin being fucked by me, the two sides of the wall revealing endless spring scenes. Suddenly, I heard Zeng Xiaolin's moans grow louder; the "mmm" turned into "ahhh," accompanied by Zhang Qiang's words: "You little slut, is it good?" "I'll fuck you to death!" (Absolutely true!). I couldn't hear Zeng Xiaolin's reply, only the bed shaking more and more tightly.

After a few minutes, I heard Zhang Qiang let out a long sigh and slowly fell silent, presumably having ejaculated. Hearing the silence from next door, I gradually lost interest. Fantasizing about Zeng Xiaolin, I fucked her hard dozens of times, ejaculating inside my girlfriend, and then I held her and fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I suddenly realized, "Oh no, this is bad! I didn't use a condom. What if she gets pregnant?" I ran to the pharmacy and bought a box of emergency contraceptive pills. I only felt at ease after coaxing my girlfriend to take them.

The days that followed were uneventful yet interesting. My girlfriend and Zeng Xiaolin became very good friends, and my relationship with Zhang Qiang also grew stronger. Sometimes Zhang Qiang would joke, "You two, keep your voices down at night, you're keeping us awake." I would reply, "You're just accusing us first! It's clearly you two who's keeping us awake!" Zeng Xiaolin would just lower her head and laugh. Gradually, Zeng Xiaolin became less shy around me, and her voice slowly grew louder, but she still didn't joke around much, and she didn't initiate conversation much, only answering questions when asked.

I don't know if it was Zhang Qiang or Zeng Xiaolin who had a high sex drive, but they did it almost every day, sometimes twice a night. Zeng Xiaolin's moans gradually became less suppressed, and I finally understood what my classmate meant when he said that the more ladylike a woman is, the more lewd she is in bed. Although I often fantasized about something happening between Zeng Xiaolin and me, there was never much of a chance. Mainly because the four of us spent too much time together, and we never had a chance to be alone.

In the second semester of our junior year, the school organized internships. We were in the medical school, and Zeng Xiaolin was in nursing. We finished our courses quickly and started our internships well in advance. So, the four of us signed up and went to the same hospital. We also moved to the city. Rent in the city was expensive, and Zhang Qiang and Zeng Xiaolin had high expenses, so we were embarrassed to keep asking our families for money. We rented an old two-bedroom apartment, but it was very dark, so we had to keep the lights on even during the day. To make sure someone had cooked for us when we came home, the four of us split up and did our internships in different departments. Different departments meant different work hours, and sometimes we even had to work night shifts.

There were more nursing students doing their internships. Zeng Xiaolin came from a well-off family and didn't plan to become a nurse, so she didn't go often. And so... My girlfriend and I bought a TV. Zeng Xiaolin and her boyfriend have a computer, so we didn't buy one. Sometimes when Zeng Xiaolin gets tired of playing, she'll come to our room to watch TV for a while. I also often go to their place to play on the computer.

Summer arrived quickly. The house was old, with those old-fashioned fuses. When the power consumption was high, the fuse would often blow, plunging the house into darkness. At first, it was very difficult to adjust, but I gradually got used to it. One time, Zhang Qiang and his girlfriend went to work. I was working the night shift and was resting when I woke up feeling a bit hungry. I decided to cook some noodles. We always used an induction cooker, and as everyone knows, induction cookers have a very high wattage. I was cooking instant noodles in the house, and just a few seconds after turning on the induction cooker, I suddenly heard a "pop" sound—the fuse had blown. At the same time, I heard Zeng Xiaolin scream "Ah!" from the bathroom.

I ran out and asked, "What's wrong?" Zeng Xiaolin replied, "Nothing, nothing, I'm taking a shower..." I said, "Then wait a moment inside, I'll change the fuse, okay? I didn't know you were showering, I'll turn on the induction cooker to cook instant noodles..." Zeng Xiaolin said from inside the bathroom, "Oh, so you can see while changing the fuse, right?" I then realized that it was pitch black outside, and I couldn't change the fuse without someone holding a flashlight.

I said, "Oops, I forgot, I'll try." So I found two books, clipped the flashlight to them, fixed it on the table, and shone it on the fuse area. I worked on it for a long time, but still couldn't see it clearly. Zeng Xiaolin said again, "Wait a minute." Then, before she was even finished showering, she wrapped herself in a blanket and came out, carrying a flashlight. The scent of shampoo and shower gel emanating from her made my heart flutter.

She quickly changed the fuse and turned on the light. The sudden brightness was blinding, and Zeng Xiaolin quickly covered her eyes with one hand. As she slowly made out, my heart suddenly skipped a beat! It was actually quite dark; Zeng Xiaolin was only wrapped in a blanket. When she covered her eyes, her chest wasn't properly covered, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin. There was still a little shampoo foam in her hair, damp and draped over her shoulders. In that instant, she was incredibly sexy! I stared intently, and Zeng Xiaolin noticed too. She quickly covered herself, her face flushed, and she lowered her head. Realizing my rudeness, I stammered, "You go wash first, I'll cook noodles later..."

Zeng Xiaolin then turned and went into the bathroom. As mentioned before, the house was old-fashioned and very small. To make the most of the space, the corner was used as the kitchen. The landlord's kitchenware was still there; we didn't use it. We usually cooked in our own room. The toilet was right next to the kitchen, connected by a path with a small sink for washing vegetables. The toilet had a window covered with newspaper; if there were any tears in the newspaper, the toilet would be visible from the kitchen. Suddenly, I remembered this, took off my shoes (walking barefoot is quiet), and tiptoed barefoot into the kitchen, searching for any traces of the torn newspaper. Sure enough, in the corner of the glass, there was a small, uncovered patch. My eyes widened, and I slowly moved closer…

For a moment, I felt like my nose was about to bleed! Zeng Xiaolin was applying shower gel again and washing her hair. I was very nervous, breathing rapidly, feeling a little dizzy, my heart pounding. I couldn't see anything clearly. I tilted my head back, took a deep breath, and slowly closed my eyes. Zeng Xiaolin was applying shower gel to her body, her small hands occasionally kneading her breasts, armpits, and arms. She really had a great figure! Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, just big enough to be held in one hand. Two pale nipples hung on her breasts, trembling occasionally as her hands kneaded them.

Then she squeezed out some more shampoo and washed her hair, bending over. Her waist was perfectly toned, her abdomen flat, and a small tuft of hair extended down her back. I really wanted to see what the entrance to her private parts looked like, but unfortunately, unlike the voyeuristic stories I'd read, I couldn't see anything. I stared intently, unable to bear blinking. Zeng Xiaolin turned around; her buttocks weren't large, but they were pert. Her skin was very, very white, unlike the darker skin on her exposed skin.

My penis throbbed and hardened! But at that moment, I didn't think about masturbating; I was simply completely absorbed in admiring this beautiful sight. Zeng Xiaolin quickly finished washing her hair, and then something even more shocking happened. Zeng Xiaolin carefully touched her pubic area with her hand, smelled it, then took some shower gel and applied it to her pubic hair. Every now and then, she would catch some water with her hand and splash it on her pubic area, then rub it a few times, making a barely audible "hmm" sound, and then smelling it again.

I thought to myself, if I rushed in now, pinned her against the wall, and fucked her, she probably wouldn't be too angry. But after thinking about it again and again, I still didn't dare. Zeng Xiaolin kept washing until there was probably no strange smell left, and then she started washing her thighs, bending over, her breasts hanging down, swaying constantly with the rubbing of her hands. Then she put one leg on the toilet and washed her white thigh. I stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to see the alluring opening at the end of her thighs, but all

I could see was a little more pubic hair. It was a bit disappointing. Zeng Xiaolin was almost finished showering. Afraid she'd notice me peeping when she came out, I slowly backed away. There was a lot of debris on the floor, and I accidentally stepped on a wooden stick, making a sharp, cracking sound! I was startled! Zeng Xiaolin seemed to have heard the sound too, but wasn't sure. She turned off the water, and after a short silence, asked softly, "Who's that?" I didn't dare move. I guessed the sound of the water hadn't been heard clearly, and she thought she'd misheard, so she turned the water back on. I carefully moved back to my room, sat on the bed, and thought about what had just happened, my heart still pounding.

I locked the door and started stroking my engorged, red penis. The scene from earlier flashed through my mind, and I quickly ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Zeng Xiaolin finished showering and returned to her room. A little while later, she suddenly knocked on the door and asked, "Could I borrow your boyfriend's hair straightener?" I said, "Of course, no problem."

Zeng Xiaolin kept staring at me, seemingly trying to find some mark on my face. I kept smiling. She took the hair straightener and, right there in our room, clipped it up. Looking at how she dressed, I thought to myself, if I could marry her, how sexually blissful my life would be! I definitely wouldn't cheat on her! I had to have sex with her twice a day. Lost in thought, Zeng Xiaolin suddenly turned around and said, "Why are you staring at me like that?" I was startled, thinking I'd been caught. "Huh? What?" she whispered. "I was clipping my hair up, why are you staring at me..." I then realized she could see me looking at her in the mirror.

I smiled sheepishly. "Nothing, you're really pretty." Relieved, she hadn't discovered me peeping at her while she showered. She smiled sheepishly too. "Really? I didn't notice," I said. "If you're not pretty, who is?" She blushed, didn't say anything, just smiled, finished clipping her hair, and went back to her room.

After that incident, I seemed to notice a significant improvement in her attitude towards me, at least that's what I thought. For a long time afterward, nothing unusual happened, until one day.

It was a sweltering Saturday. My girlfriend had a night shift and went early. I ate dinner with Zhang Qiang and Zeng Xiaolin. Zhang Qiang went out and bought a pitcher of beer. We drank and chatted, and Zeng Xiaolin also drank quite a bit. It was almost 9 pm, and just as we were finishing our meal, Zhang Qiang received a phone call. He said, "A student had something come up and asked for leave. The teacher asked me to cover the night shift. You two eat first, I'm leaving." I knew in my heart that Zhang Qiang had relapsed into his old ways, getting involved with a female intern in their department. Zeng Xiaolin didn't know and let him go.

After Zhang Qiang left, the atmosphere was slightly awkward. Zeng Xiaolin cleared the dishes, and I sat in their room playing games. Zeng Xiaolin had probably had a bit too much to drink, and she started rambling on, complaining about Zhang Qiang. "Zhang Qiang is so annoying, he's always asking for girls' phone numbers." I didn't know how to respond, so I just said casually, "It's okay, that's just how he is, nothing will happen." Zeng Xiaolin continued, "He never gives in to me, he always tries to take everything from me!"

I said, "Really?" Zeng Xiaolin said, "Yes, unlike you, you always give in to your boyfriend." "If only I were half as good as you."

I smiled sheepishly. "No, that's just my temper. I don't get angry." Zeng Xiaolin said, "Your temper is so good. Your boyfriend is really lucky." I blurted out, "Hehe, you're lucky too. You're so beautiful. If I were Zhang Qiang, I don't know how much I would dote on you." As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Why did that sentence come out? Zeng Xiaolin blushed and lowered her head. "Nonsense." After a moment of silence, I said, "Actually, Zhang Qiang is quite good to you too."

After a while, receiving no reply, I turned to look. Zeng Xiaolin, perhaps still under the influence of alcohol, was asleep on the bed. Her long eyelashes covered her beautiful eyes, her pretty face was slightly flushed from the alcohol, her lips were slightly parted, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. Her chest rose and fell with her breath. Looking at her, a strong feeling of love welled up inside me. Suddenly, I realized I had fallen for her. I kept looking at her, and suddenly I had an urge to kiss her. Once this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, fueled by the alcohol, and I couldn't control it anymore. I thought, I'll just kiss her, and then go back to my room to sleep. I slowly stood up, walked to her side, sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly lowered my head to kiss her…

Her soft lips, her breath slightly tinged with alcohol, were even more alluring. I straightened up, looked at her, and finally couldn't resist again, pressing my lips to hers. I gently pried open her slightly parted teeth with my tongue, slipped it into her mouth, found her soft tongue, and began to suck on it. She trembled slightly. I was very uncomfortable bending over, so I took off my shoes, lay down beside her, and hugged her. She suddenly opened her eyes, saw it was me, widened her eyes, and let out a soft "Ah."

My heart was pounding, as if it would burst out of my chest. I just stared at her. She paused, then reached out to push me away. Suddenly, I hugged her tightly and kissed her passionately again, my tongue teasing her teeth, slowly slipping into her mouth until I found her tongue. She tried to push me away a few times but couldn't, so she stopped. She closed her eyes and slowly began to respond, her tongue entwining with mine. We kissed until we were both a little breathless before I let go. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes seemed to hold a mixture of sorrow, confusion, and excitement.

I started gently undressing her, only to find that the hands that had been pushing me away were now embracing me. She kept looking at me without stopping me. Summer clothes, though few, were still difficult to remove as she lay down, her body pressing against me. I put my arm around her waist, trying to lift her up, but she gently lifted herself up, allowing me to easily remove her clothes, revealing a white bra underneath. As I reached behind her to unhook the bra, she suddenly hugged me tightly, burying her head in my chest. I took off her bra and laid her flat on the bed.

Her face flushed red, and she closed her eyes, no longer looking at me. Her breasts were white, with small areolas and pale nipples, and a milky scent. It was clearer than when I peeked at her clothes. I kissed her lips, and one hand touched her breast. Her warm, soft breast changed shape under the pressure of my hand. I let go of her lips and kissed her other breast, licking her nipple. She trembled slightly. I suddenly sucked on her nipple, and she let out a soft "hmm." She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed my head hard against her breasts. I braced my right hand on the bed and slid my left hand down her breast, slowly slipping it under her skirt.

Gently lifting a corner of her panties, my hand touched soft pubic hair. She hugged me tighter and tighter, and my breathing became a little uncomfortable. I strained my neck and lifted my head, while my left hand touched her warm, slippery labia. Her juices were already overflowing. I kissed Zeng Xiaolin's lips again, my left middle finger sliding up and down along her labia. Her lips, being kissed by me, made a series of suppressed "mmm" sounds. Her short skirt was very tight, making my wrist hurt a little. I released her mouth and slowly pulled her skirt down with my right hand. Zeng Xiaolin was wearing a pair of white panties, and I could see that the area around her vulva was darker and clearly wet.

I held her with one arm and started pulling down her panties with the other. She suddenly resisted a little, but I pulled down hard with my left hand, revealing one side of her buttocks. My right hand slid down as well, pinched the other side with my fingers, and pulled hard again, revealing the other side of her buttocks. Zeng Xiaolin seemed to give up resisting, her buttocks lifting slightly, and I removed her last barrier with both hands. I quickly knelt on the bed and ripped off my own clothes in a few swift movements.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the sky outside, followed by a clap of thunder. On a sweltering day, a thunderstorm finally broke out, and the rain poured down. The little worry I had was completely washed away by the rain. I thought that Zhang Qiang definitely wouldn't come back in this weather. Zeng Xiaolin suddenly pointed to the window. I smiled wryly. It turned out that the window was not closed. I had just been exposed. Looking around, all the windows were dark. I wondered if anyone had seen me.

I closed the window and drew the curtains. Turning back, I bent Zeng Xiaolin's legs, not even thinking of admiring her. I aimed my penis at her vulva, pressed down, and the head of my penis broke through her labia and went inside. Then, with a forceful thrust, my entire penis went in. Zeng Xiaolin cried out, wrapped her arms around my neck again, and groped her way to my mouth with her mouth open. I didn't care about anything like shallow or deep penetration. My penis throbbed, and I thrust wildly. With each thrust, Zeng Xiaolin's breathing quickened, from rapid breathing to loud screams of "Ah ah!"

Fueled by alcohol, it didn't end as quickly as I'd imagined. Although I was having sex with my friend's girlfriend, the alcohol's numbing effect made the sensations less intense. Zeng Xiaolin kept moaning, and I was glad it was raining outside, otherwise the neighbors would have heard. I whispered in her ear, "Why have I never heard you moan so loudly before? Are you enjoying being fucked by me?" I didn't expect Zeng Xiaolin to answer, but she actually spoke, "Zhang Qiang isn't like you, so amazing from the start, it's really great!" Encouraged, I thrust even faster.

Zeng Xiaolin's buttocks slowly began to meet mine, my testicles hitting her side with a thud, mixed with the gurgling sound of her vaginal fluids, which excited me even more. I straightened up, grabbed her legs with my hands, and watched my penis going in and out of Zeng Xiaolin's vagina. Zeng Xiaolin kept rubbing her clitoris with her hands, making moaning sounds. Watching her so wanton, I thrust in and out dozens of times, listening to her ecstatic cries, and suddenly I felt aroused and wanted to ejaculate.

I dared not continue in that position, so I pulled out. Zeng Xiaolin opened her closed eyes and looked at me blankly. I put my arms around her waist and made her kneel on the bed with her buttocks sticking up. I saw that she had a few sparse pubic hairs around her waist, which I found cute. I stroked them a few times, but Zeng Xiaolin twisted her buttocks to stop me from touching her and signaled for me to continue. I straightened my penis, aimed it at the entrance, and thrust hard. Zeng Xiaolin let out a soft cry as it was fully inserted. I held Zeng Xiaolin's buttocks with both hands and began to thrust forcefully. Zeng Xiaolin buried her head in the pillow and cried out softly.

After a while, my penis grew thick and strong. I realized I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust even harder. Zeng Xiaolin reached behind her, grabbed my hand, and touched her breasts. I touched them a few times, feeling my penis swell. I pulled my hand back, gripped her buttocks with both hands, and thrust wildly a few more times, pressing against Zeng Xiaolin's vulva. All my semen shot inside her. Zeng Xiaolin covered her head with her hands, buried it in the pillow, and screamed a few times, her whole body trembling. Zeng Xiaolin lay face down on the bed, and I leaned over her, embracing her, my penis still inside her vulva.

After a while, I slowly slid out. We remained silent, the effects of the alcohol already dissipating from our intense activity. After a while, I whispered in Zeng Xiaolin's ear, "I love you." Zeng Xiaolin slowly raised her head, turning to look at me. I then noticed her face was streaked with tears; she had been aroused by my advances, and tears of excitement had streamed down her face. She whispered, "I like you too." I didn't know what to say. I hugged her, and she buried her face in my chest, sobbing softly. I panicked. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Zeng Xiaolin said, "It's not your fault." I held her, stroking her back with my hands. She hugged me back, and we remained silent, slowly falling asleep…

I dared not sleep, afraid that if I slept until Zhang Qiang returned the next day and saw this, I would be finished. Zeng Xiaolin was fast asleep. I gently put her down, and without putting on any clothes, I got up to continue playing on the computer, but I just couldn't get into it. Around 1 or 2 a.m., Zeng Xiaolin woke up, got up, and hugged my head. I felt two soft buns against my neck, which felt very comfortable. I stood up, carried her to the bed, and we did it again.

However, the second time didn't last as long as the first; I ejaculated quickly. We tidied up the sheets and hid them. I said, "Didn't Zhang Qiang know we changed the sheets?" Zeng Xiaolin said, "It's okay, he's so careless, he won't notice. I'll wash them with the clothes another day." Looking at Zeng Xiaolin's pretty face, I thought about how she was usually so dignified and quiet, but in bed she was so lewd. She was truly a lady of high society, and I felt even more sorry for her. Later, I felt a little scared. We hadn't used a condom, and I ejaculated all inside her. What if Zeng Xiaolin got pregnant? Or what if Zhang Qiang let her give birth to a baby that looked like me? Damn, that would be terrible!

The next day, Zhang Qiang came back and secretly told me that it had rained heavily the night before, and he had slept with the intern she had seduced at the hospital. I chuckled awkwardly, thinking to myself, "I slept with your wife yesterday too."

Later, I asked Zeng Xiaolin if she would have gotten together with me if I had met her before Zhang Qiang. Zeng Xiaolin said it wasn't certain; without Zhang Qiang, I wouldn't have met her at all. Thinking about it, she was right. After that, Zeng Xiaolin stopped hiding her moans at night. The old house wasn't well soundproofed, and my girlfriend and I could hear her clearly. Often, when Zeng Xiaolin started moaning, I would push my girlfriend down on the bed and have sex with her. Zeng Xiaolin had a very strong sex drive. Sometimes, even after being with Zhang Qiang at night, she would still have sex with me during the day after Zhang Qiang and my girlfriend went to work. This went on for over a year until the end of last year when they went back to their hometown together.

A few days ago, they came to visit me, and I took the opportunity to have sex with Zeng Xiaolin again. Zeng Xiaolin said she hadn't had sex with me in a long time and it felt great. She said they might get married at the end of the year, which made me a little sad. She comforted me, saying that there was never any possibility between us, so I let it go. That's why I wrote it down. In short, I feel bad for my classmate, but considering how many women he's been with, I feel somewhat at peace with myself for having slept with him. I have to say, my sex life with my girlfriend is nothing like the one with Zeng Xiaolin; she truly is a perfect woman.

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I currently work in software sales. It's been two years since I graduated. My school was a terrible private college; the facilities were inadequate, and basically every good student who chose it regretted it. However, even terrible schools have their advantages. The school wasn't strict, which resulted in many couples being intimate in broad daylight, and at night, they were completely oblivious to everyone else. Walking through the small woods on campus, within a few dozen meters, you could startle countless couples. There were also quite a few students who ran off to live together in their freshman year. But let's not talk about that for now. I'm going to talk about what happened between me and my classmate's girlfriend.

Our lousy school, for some reason, has recruited a large number of students from outside the province, roughly a 4:1 ratio with students from within the province. That's a huge proportion. In our class alone, there are three students from Jiangsu, and one of them is in our dorm. This boy's name is Zhang Qiang. He's not tall, but quite handsome, and very talkative and smooth-talking—you can tell at a glance he's a womanizer.

On our second day in the dorm, after we got to know each other a bit better, he started bragging about how many girls he'd hooked up with in high school. Back then, I was an honest guy, just starting to understand sex. If you gave me a girl, I wouldn't even know where to put my penis. He talked about how amazing sex was, and I was incredibly envious. This semester, he hooked up with another girl from Northeast China in our class. She's the vice class monitor, and she usually seems cheerful and lively. But Zhang Qiang said that once they were in bed, she was incredibly lewd. She has huge breasts, which I found hard to believe.

During the National Day holiday, she had a seven-day fling with a sexy girl from Jiangxi in our department. As for me, I quickly developed a crush on another girl from Northeast China in our class. This girl was quite talkative, average-looking, but most importantly, incredibly kind. I quickly fell for her, but after pursuing her for a long time, I still couldn't win her over. Actually, thinking about it, it makes sense. A country boy who had never pursued a girl before, clueless about romance, not handsome, and not good at talking—no wonder he couldn't win her over. I pursued her for about half a year without success, and I became disheartened. I considered her my older sister. Don't laugh; that's often how it is during school years. Everyone wants to build a close relationship with the person they like, and even if they can't win her over, they still want to have a "sister" or "younger sister" title.

However, although I didn't win her over, two years later, about a month ago, we slept together. We won't talk about these things. If you think my writing is good and there's a lot of attention, I'll write another article about it.

University life went by quickly, and winter break arrived in the blink of an eye. I got along very well with Zhang Qiang. During the Spring Festival, I called him to wish him a happy new year, and he told me that he had found another girlfriend back home, a year younger than him, who was in her final year of high school. I laughed and scolded, "Damn, you're not even letting high school girls go?" He said, "Didn't I get pursued by other girls in high school too? Haha..." In the second semester of freshman year, Zhang Qiang toned it down a bit and stopped flirting with girls. He kept in touch with the girl from high school, and when he was lonely, he would go out

with our vice class monitor to mess around (that vice class monitor was very fond of him and still couldn't forget him). Soon it was time for the college entrance exam, and the girl scored over 460 points, which was enough to get into a pretty good university in Jiangsu. However, the girl was quite infatuated and actually came to our lousy university with my classmate. And they actually set off in early August, driving and sightseeing all the way to our school. Now I understand why Zhang Qiang has always valued that girl so much. It turns out her family is so well-off, and it seems her parents have some power in the government.

The girl's parents stayed for a few days and then went home. So Zhang Qiang brought the girl to introduce her to our group of friends. When I first saw Zeng Xiaolin, I was amazed. She was quiet and reserved, never saying a word. She would blush if you made a joke, and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. She had long hair, which she straightened and tied in a ponytail. She was about 1.6 meters tall, not very tall, but quite thin, with a pretty perfect figure. I've never been a fan of the busty type. She was only slightly dark-skinned, wearing a pink t-shirt, a white skirt, and a bag slung across her shoulder. She looked petite and timid, evoking a man's natural protective instincts.

Zhang Qiang treated us to dinner, and during the meal, we asked Zeng Xiaolin to toast everyone. Zeng Xiaolin was hesitant and didn't say a word, so we felt bad and let Zhang Qiang do it for her. But soon, something that shocked me happened. After dinner, Zhang Qiang actually asked us to help him move his things. It turned out that this bastard had rented a place off-campus and planned to live with us. I was very puzzled as to why a girl like Zeng Xiaolin would agree to such a request. But considering that she had traveled a long way to follow Zhang Qiang to our school, it basically explained everything.

Zhang Qiang rented a small two-story house in a village next to our school. There were three rooms in total: two on the upper floor and one large room on the lower floor. Zhang Qiang wanted to rent the larger room on the first floor, but the landlord said it was already rented, so he had to live on the upper floor. A while later, another classmate in our dorm also got a girlfriend and moved in next door to Zhang Qiang.

Once, this classmate of mine mysteriously told me, "Zhang Qiang and his girlfriend do it every night." I said, "Damn, how do you know?" He said, "I can hear Zeng Xiaolin moaning every night, her voice is so lewd..." I said, "Fuck, you're talking nonsense. Zeng Xiaolin is such a quiet girl, would she moan like that?" He said, "Fuck, you don't believe me? The more ladylike a girl is, the more lewd she is in bed, it's true." I just let it go after hearing it, and I didn't take it seriously. I just thought he was fantasizing, and it didn't affect my image of Zeng Xiaolin as a lady at all.

Soon it was my sophomore year, and I got a girlfriend. So I discussed moving out with her, mainly because I really wanted to experience sex. After much pleading, she finally agreed. Around that time, my classmate who lived next door to Zhang Qiang broke up with his girlfriend and moved back to school, so I naturally moved in next door to Zhang Qiang.

The first night I moved out, I slept with my girlfriend. (Right now, my mind is full of Zeng Xiaolin, and I can't write anything meaningful about it, so I'll stop here for now. See my later posts for details.)

The next day, Zhang Qiang, my girlfriend, and I had a meal together. We busied ourselves buying groceries and cooking. I always enjoy cooking, so I cooked two dishes: shredded potatoes and stir-fried loofah with eggs. Zhang Qiang made boiled sliced pork and stewed chicken with potatoes. I went downstairs to get a case of beer.

During the meal, Zeng Xiaolin whispered something in Zhang Qiang's ear. I teased her, "Why can't you say it to his face? Why are you whispering..." Zhang Qiang laughed and said, "My wife said your shredded potatoes were delicious..."

This time, I felt embarrassed and said, "No, I just stir-fried them randomly." Everyone drank quite a bit. After finishing the meal and cleaning up, we went to sleep. Fueled by alcohol, I had sex with my girlfriend once and then fell asleep.

I was drifting off to sleep when I suddenly heard groaning sounds from next door. I snapped awake: wasn't that the sound of a bed moving? Could it be…? Sure enough, a little while later, I heard Zeng Xiaolin whisper, "Be gentle, it hurts a little." It seemed Zhang Qiang had woken up in the middle of the night, was feeling pent up, and without any foreplay, had just penetrated me. I lay in the dark, listening intently to what was happening next door.

After a while, I heard Zeng Xiaolin moan softly, but it sounded like she was trying to hold it in (I later learned that she also had feelings for me at that time, and was afraid I would hear her, so she didn't moan loudly). My penis was burning hot. My girlfriend had just been fucked and was sleeping without underwear. I was on my side holding her, and because we had just finished, she was very wet and slippery, so I thrust all the way in.

I listened to Zeng Xiaolin's suppressed moans from next door while I was fucking my girlfriend hard. My mind was filled with images of Zeng Xiaolin being fucked by me, the two sides of the wall revealing endless spring scenes. Suddenly, I heard Zeng Xiaolin's moans grow louder; the "mmm" turned into "ahhh," accompanied by Zhang Qiang's words: "You little slut, is it good?" "I'll fuck you to death!" (Absolutely true!). I couldn't hear Zeng Xiaolin's reply, only the bed shaking more and more tightly.

After a few minutes, I heard Zhang Qiang let out a long sigh and slowly fell silent, presumably having ejaculated. Hearing the silence from next door, I gradually lost interest. Fantasizing about Zeng Xiaolin, I fucked her hard dozens of times, ejaculating inside my girlfriend, and then I held her and fell asleep. The next day, I woke up with a sudden realization: Oh no! We didn't use a condom! What if she got pregnant? I rushed to the pharmacy and bought a box of emergency contraceptives, coaxing my girlfriend to take them before I felt at ease.

The days that followed were uneventful yet interesting. My girlfriend and Zeng Xiaolin became very good friends, and my relationship with Zhang Qiang also grew stronger. Sometimes Zhang Qiang would joke, "You two, keep your voices down at night, you're keeping us awake." I'd reply, "You're just accusing us first! It's clearly you two who's keeping us awake!" Zeng Xiaolin would just lower her head and laugh. Gradually, Zeng Xiaolin became less shy around me, and her voice slowly grew louder, but she still didn't joke around much and wasn't very talkative, only answering questions when asked.

I don't know if it was Zhang Qiang or Zeng Xiaolin who had a high sex drive, but they did it almost every day, sometimes twice a night. Zeng Xiaolin's moans gradually became less suppressed, and I finally understood what my classmate meant when he said that the more ladylike a woman is, the more lewd she is in bed. Although I often fantasized about something happening between Zeng Xiaolin and me, there was never much of a chance. Mainly because the four of us spent too much time together, and we never had a chance to be alone.

In the second semester of our junior year, the school organized internships. We were in the medical school, and Zeng Xiaolin was in nursing. We finished our courses quickly and started our internships well in advance. So, the four of us signed up and went to the same hospital. We also moved to the city. Rent in the city was expensive, and Zhang Qiang and Zeng Xiaolin had high expenses, so we were embarrassed to keep asking our families for money. We rented an old two-bedroom apartment, but it was very dark, so we had to keep the lights on even during the day. To make sure someone had cooked for us when we came home, the four of us split up and did our internships in different departments. Different departments meant different work hours, and sometimes we even had to work night shifts.

There were more nursing students doing their internships. Zeng Xiaolin came from a well-off family and didn't plan to become a nurse, so she didn't go often. And so... My girlfriend and I bought a TV. Zeng Xiaolin and her boyfriend have a computer, so we didn't buy one. Sometimes when Zeng Xiaolin gets tired of playing, she'll come to our room to watch TV for a while. I also often go to their place to play on the computer.

Summer arrived quickly. The house was old, with those old-fashioned fuses. When the power consumption was high, the fuse would often blow, plunging the house into darkness. At first, it was very difficult to adjust, but I gradually got used to it. One time, Zhang Qiang and his girlfriend went to work. I was working the night shift and was resting when I woke up feeling a bit hungry. I decided to cook some noodles. We always used an induction cooker, and as everyone knows, induction cookers have a very high wattage. I was cooking instant noodles in the house, and just a few seconds after turning on the induction cooker, I suddenly heard a "pop" sound—the fuse had blown. At the same time, I heard Zeng Xiaolin scream "Ah!" from the bathroom.

I ran out and asked, "What's wrong?" Zeng Xiaolin replied, "Nothing, nothing, I'm taking a shower..." I said, "Then wait a moment inside, I'll change the fuse, okay? I didn't know you were showering, I'll turn on the induction cooker to cook instant noodles..." Zeng Xiaolin said from inside the bathroom, "Oh, so you can see while changing the fuse, right?" I then realized that it was pitch black outside, and I couldn't change the fuse without someone holding a flashlight.

I said, "Oops, I forgot, I'll try." So I found two books, clipped the flashlight to them, fixed it on the table, and shone it on the fuse area. I worked on it for a long time, but still couldn't see it clearly. Zeng Xiaolin said again, "Wait a minute." Then, before she was even finished showering, she wrapped herself in a blanket and came out, carrying a flashlight. The scent of shampoo and shower gel emanating from her made my heart flutter.

She quickly changed the fuse and turned on the light. The sudden brightness was blinding, and Zeng Xiaolin quickly covered her eyes with one hand. As she slowly made out, my heart suddenly skipped a beat! It was actually quite dark; Zeng Xiaolin was only wrapped in a blanket. When she covered her eyes, her chest wasn't properly covered, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin. There was still a little shampoo foam in her hair, damp and draped over her shoulders. In that instant, she was incredibly sexy! I stared intently, and Zeng Xiaolin noticed too. She quickly covered herself, her face flushed, and she lowered her head. Realizing my rudeness, I stammered, "You go wash first, I'll cook noodles later..."

Zeng Xiaolin then turned and went into the bathroom. As mentioned before, the house was old-fashioned and very small. To make the most of the space, the corner was used as the kitchen. The landlord's kitchenware was still there; we didn't use it. We usually cooked in our own room. The toilet was next to the kitchen, connected by a path with a small sink for washing vegetables. The toilet had a window covered with newspaper; if there were any tears in the newspaper, the toilet would be visible from the kitchen. Suddenly, I remembered this, took off my shoes (walking barefoot is quiet), and tiptoed barefoot into the kitchen, searching for any traces of the torn newspaper. Sure enough, in the corner of the glass, there was a small, uncovered patch. My eyes widened, and I slowly approached…

For a moment, I really felt like I was going to have a nosebleed! Zeng Xiaolin was applying shower gel again and washing her hair. I was very nervous, breathing rapidly, feeling a little dizzy, my heart pounding. I couldn't see anything clearly. I tilted my head back, took a deep breath, and slowly closed my eyes. Zeng Xiaolin was applying shower gel to her body, her small hands occasionally kneading her breasts, armpits, and arms. She really had a great figure! Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, just big enough to be held in one hand. Two pale nipples hung on her breasts, trembling occasionally as her hands kneaded them.

Then she squeezed out some more shampoo and washed her hair, bending over. Her waist was perfectly toned, her abdomen flat, and a small tuft of hair extended down her back. I really wanted to see what the entrance to her private parts looked like, but unfortunately, unlike the voyeuristic stories I'd read, I couldn't see anything. I stared intently, unable to bear blinking. Zeng Xiaolin turned around; her buttocks weren't large, but they were pert. Her skin was very, very white, unlike the darker skin on her exposed skin.

My penis throbbed and hardened! But at that moment, I didn't think about masturbating; I was simply completely absorbed in admiring this beautiful sight. Zeng Xiaolin quickly finished washing her hair, and then something even more shocking happened. Zeng Xiaolin carefully touched her pubic area with her hand, smelled it, then took some shower gel and applied it to her pubic hair. Every now and then, she would catch some water with her hand and splash it on her pubic area, then rub it a few times, making a barely audible "hmm" sound, and then smelling it again.

I thought to myself, if I rushed in now, pinned her against the wall, and fucked her, she probably wouldn't be too angry. But after thinking about it again and again, I still didn't dare. Zeng Xiaolin kept washing until there was probably no strange smell left, and then she started washing her thighs, bending over, her breasts hanging down, swaying constantly with the rubbing of her hands. Then she put one leg on the toilet and washed her white thigh. I stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to see the alluring opening at the end of her thighs, but all

I could see was a little more pubic hair. It was a bit disappointing. Zeng Xiaolin was almost finished showering. Afraid she'd notice me peeping when she came out, I slowly backed away. There was a lot of debris on the floor, and I accidentally stepped on a wooden stick, making a sharp, cracking sound! I was startled! Zeng Xiaolin seemed to have heard the sound too, but wasn't sure. She turned off the water, and after a short silence, asked softly, "Who's that?" I didn't dare move. I guessed the sound of the water hadn't been heard clearly, and she thought she'd misheard, so she turned the water back on. I carefully moved back to my room, sat on the bed, and thought about what had just happened, my heart still pounding.

I locked the door and started stroking my engorged, red penis. The scene from earlier flashed through my mind, and I quickly ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Zeng Xiaolin finished showering and returned to her room. A little while later, she suddenly knocked on the door and asked, "Could I borrow your boyfriend's hair straightener?" I said, "Of course, no problem."

Zeng Xiaolin kept staring at me, seemingly trying to find some mark on my face. I kept smiling. She took the hair straightener and, right there in our room, clipped it up. Looking at how she dressed, I thought to myself, if I could marry her, how sexually blissful my life would be! I definitely wouldn't cheat on her! I had to have sex with her twice a day. Lost in thought, Zeng Xiaolin suddenly turned around and said, "Why are you staring at me like that?" I was startled, thinking I'd been caught. "Huh? What?" she whispered. "I was clipping my hair up, why are you staring at me..." I then realized she could see me looking at her in the mirror.

I smiled sheepishly. "Nothing, you're really pretty." Relieved, she hadn't discovered me peeping at her while she showered. She smiled sheepishly too. "Really? I didn't notice," I said. "If you're not pretty, who is?" She blushed, didn't say anything, just smiled, finished clipping her hair, and went back to her room.

After that incident, I seemed to notice a significant improvement in her attitude towards me, at least that's what I thought. For a long time afterward, nothing unusual happened, until one day.

It was a sweltering Saturday. My girlfriend had a night shift and went early. I ate dinner with Zhang Qiang and Zeng Xiaolin. Zhang Qiang went out and bought a pitcher of beer. We drank and chatted, and Zeng Xiaolin also drank quite a bit. It was almost 9 pm, and just as we were finishing our meal, Zhang Qiang received a phone call. He said, "A student had something come up and asked for leave. The teacher asked me to cover the night shift. You two eat first, I'm leaving." I knew in my heart that Zhang Qiang had relapsed into his old ways, getting involved with a female intern in their department. Zeng Xiaolin didn't know and let him go.

After Zhang Qiang left, the atmosphere was slightly awkward. Zeng Xiaolin cleared the dishes, and I sat in their room playing games. Zeng Xiaolin had probably had a bit too much to drink, and she started rambling on, complaining about Zhang Qiang. "Zhang Qiang is so annoying, he's always asking for girls' phone numbers." I didn't know how to respond, so I just said casually, "It's okay, that's just how he is, nothing will happen." Zeng Xiaolin continued, "He never gives in to me, he always tries to take everything from me!"

I said, "Really?" Zeng Xiaolin said, "Yes, unlike you, you always give in to your boyfriend." "If only I were half as good as you."

I smiled sheepishly. "No, that's just my temper. I don't get angry." Zeng Xiaolin said, "Your temper is so good. Your boyfriend is really lucky." I blurted out, "Hehe, you're lucky too. You're so beautiful. If I were Zhang Qiang, I don't know how much I would dote on you." As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Why did that sentence come out? Zeng Xiaolin blushed and lowered her head. "Nonsense." After a moment of silence, I said, "Actually, Zhang Qiang is quite good to you too."

After a while, receiving no reply, I turned to look. Zeng Xiaolin, perhaps still under the influence of alcohol, was asleep on the bed. Her long eyelashes covered her beautiful eyes, her pretty face was slightly flushed from the alcohol, her lips were slightly parted, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. Her chest rose and fell with her breath. Looking at her, a strong feeling of love welled up inside me. Suddenly, I realized I had fallen for her. I kept looking at her, and suddenly I had an urge to kiss her. Once this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, fueled by the alcohol, and I couldn't control it anymore. I thought, I'll just kiss her, and then go back to my room to sleep. I slowly stood up, walked to her side, sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly lowered my head to kiss her…

Her soft lips, her breath slightly tinged with alcohol, were even more alluring. I straightened up, looked at her, and finally couldn't resist again, pressing my lips to hers. I gently pried open her slightly parted teeth with my tongue, slipped it into her mouth, found her soft tongue, and began to suck on it. She trembled slightly. I was very uncomfortable bending over, so I took off my shoes, lay down beside her, and hugged her. She suddenly opened her eyes, saw it was me, widened her eyes, and let out a soft "Ah."

My heart was pounding, as if it would burst out of my chest. I just stared at her. She paused, then reached out to push me away. Suddenly, I hugged her tightly and kissed her passionately again, my tongue teasing her teeth, slowly slipping into her mouth until I found her tongue. She tried to push me away a few times but couldn't, so she stopped. She closed her eyes and slowly began to respond, her tongue entwining with mine. We kissed until we were both a little breathless before I let go. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes seemed to hold a mixture of sorrow, confusion, and excitement.

I started gently undressing her, only to find that the hands that had been pushing me away were now embracing me. She kept looking at me without stopping me. Summer clothes, though few, were still difficult to remove as she lay down, her body pressing against me. I put my arm around her waist, trying to lift her up, but she gently lifted herself up, allowing me to easily remove her clothes, revealing a white bra underneath. As I reached behind her to unhook the bra, she suddenly hugged me tightly, burying her head in my chest. I took off her bra and laid her flat on the bed.

Her face flushed red, and she closed her eyes, no longer looking at me. Her breasts were white, with small areolas and pale nipples, and a milky scent. It was clearer than when I peeked at her clothes. I kissed her lips, and one hand touched her breast. Her warm, soft breast changed shape under the pressure of my hand. I let go of her lips and kissed her other breast, licking her nipple. She trembled slightly. I suddenly sucked on her nipple, and she let out a soft "hmm." She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed my head hard against her breasts. I braced my right hand on the bed and slid my left hand down her breast, slowly slipping it under her skirt.

Gently lifting a corner of her panties, my hand touched soft pubic hair. She hugged me tighter and tighter, and my breathing became a little uncomfortable. I strained my neck and lifted my head, while my left hand touched her warm, slippery labia. Her juices were already overflowing. I kissed Zeng Xiaolin's lips again, my left middle finger sliding up and down along her labia. Her lips, being kissed by me, made a series of suppressed "mmm" sounds. Her short skirt was very tight, making my wrist hurt a little. I released her mouth and slowly pulled her skirt down with my right hand. Zeng Xiaolin was wearing a pair of white panties, and I could see that the area around her vulva was darker and clearly wet.

I held her with one arm and started pulling down her panties with the other. She suddenly resisted a little, but I pulled down hard with my left hand, revealing one side of her buttocks. My right hand slid down as well, pinched the other side with my fingers, and pulled hard again, revealing the other side of her buttocks. Zeng Xiaolin seemed to give up resisting, her buttocks lifting slightly, and I removed her last barrier with both hands. I quickly knelt on the bed and ripped off my own clothes in a few swift movements.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the sky outside, followed by a clap of thunder. On a sweltering day, a thunderstorm finally broke out, and the rain poured down. The little worry I had was completely washed away by the rain. I thought that Zhang Qiang definitely wouldn't come back in this weather. Zeng Xiaolin suddenly pointed to the window. I smiled wryly. It turned out that the window was not closed. I had just been exposed. Looking around, all the windows were dark. I wondered if anyone had seen me.

I closed the window and drew the curtains. Turning back, I bent Zeng Xiaolin's legs, not even thinking of admiring her. I aimed my penis at her vulva, pressed down, and the head of my penis broke through her labia and went inside. Then, with a forceful thrust, my entire penis went in. Zeng Xiaolin cried out, wrapped her arms around my neck again, and groped her way to my mouth with her mouth open. I didn't care about anything like shallow or deep penetration. My penis throbbed, and I thrust wildly. With each thrust, Zeng Xiaolin's breathing quickened, from rapid breathing to loud screams of "Ah ah!"

Fueled by alcohol, it didn't end as quickly as I'd imagined. Although I was having sex with my friend's girlfriend, the alcohol's numbing effect made the sensations less intense. Zeng Xiaolin kept moaning, and I was glad it was raining outside, otherwise the neighbors would have heard. I whispered in her ear, "Why have I never heard you moan so loudly before? Are you enjoying being fucked by me?" I didn't expect Zeng Xiaolin to answer, but she actually spoke, "Zhang Qiang isn't like you, so amazing from the start, it's really great!" Encouraged, I thrust even faster.

Zeng Xiaolin's buttocks slowly began to meet mine, my testicles hitting her side with a thud, mixed with the gurgling sound of her vaginal fluids, which excited me even more. I straightened up, grabbed her legs with my hands, and watched my penis going in and out of Zeng Xiaolin's vagina. Zeng Xiaolin kept rubbing her clitoris with her hands, making moaning sounds. Watching her so wanton, I thrust in and out dozens of times, listening to her ecstatic cries, and suddenly I felt aroused and wanted to ejaculate.

I dared not continue in that position, so I pulled out. Zeng Xiaolin opened her closed eyes and looked at me blankly. I put my arms around her waist and made her kneel on the bed with her buttocks sticking up. I saw that she had a few sparse pubic hairs around her waist, which I found cute. I stroked them a few times, but Zeng Xiaolin twisted her buttocks to stop me from touching her and signaled for me to continue. I straightened my penis, aimed it at the entrance, and thrust hard. Zeng Xiaolin let out a soft cry as it was fully inserted. I held Zeng Xiaolin's buttocks with both hands and began to thrust forcefully. Zeng Xiaolin buried her head in the pillow and cried out softly.

After a while, my penis grew thick and strong. I realized I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust even harder. Zeng Xiaolin reached behind her, grabbed my hand, and touched her breasts. I touched them a few times, feeling my penis swell. I pulled my hand back, gripped her buttocks with both hands, and thrust wildly a few more times, pressing against Zeng Xiaolin's vulva. All my semen shot inside her. Zeng Xiaolin covered her head with her hands, buried it in the pillow, and screamed a few times, her whole body trembling. Zeng Xiaolin lay face down on the bed, and I leaned over her, embracing her, my penis still inside her vulva.

After a while, I slowly slid out. We remained silent, the effects of the alcohol already dissipating from our intense activity. After a while, I whispered in Zeng Xiaolin's ear, "I love you." Zeng Xiaolin slowly raised her head, turning to look at me. I then noticed her face was streaked with tears; she had been aroused by my advances, and tears of excitement had streamed down her face. She whispered, "I like you too." I didn't know what to say. I hugged her, and she buried her face in my chest, sobbing softly. I panicked. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Zeng Xiaolin said, "It's not your fault." I held her, stroking her back with my hands. She hugged me back, and we remained silent, slowly falling asleep…

I dared not sleep, afraid that if I slept until Zhang Qiang returned the next day and saw this, I would be finished. Zeng Xiaolin was fast asleep. I gently put her down, and without putting on any clothes, I got up to continue playing on the computer, but I just couldn't get into it. Around 1 or 2 a.m., Zeng Xiaolin woke up, got up, and hugged my head. I felt two soft buns against my neck, which felt very comfortable. I stood up, carried her to the bed, and we did it again.

However, the second time didn't last as long as the first; I ejaculated quickly. We tidied up the sheets and hid them. I said, "Didn't Zhang Qiang know we changed the sheets?" Zeng Xiaolin said, "It's okay, he's so careless, he won't notice. I'll wash them with the clothes another day." Looking at Zeng Xiaolin's pretty face, I thought about how she was usually so dignified and quiet, but in bed she was so lewd. She was truly a lady of high society, and I felt even more sorry for her. Later, I felt a little scared. We hadn't used a condom, and I ejaculated all inside her. What if Zeng Xiaolin got pregnant? Or what if Zhang Qiang let her give birth to a baby that looked like me? Damn, that would be terrible!

The next day, Zhang Qiang came back and secretly told me that it had rained heavily the night before, and he had slept with the intern she had seduced at the hospital. I chuckled awkwardly, thinking to myself, "I slept with your wife yesterday too."

Later, I asked Zeng Xiaolin if she would have gotten together with me if I had met her before Zhang Qiang. Zeng Xiaolin said it wasn't certain; without Zhang Qiang, I wouldn't have met her at all. Thinking about it, she was right. After that, Zeng Xiaolin stopped hiding her moans at night. The old house wasn't well soundproofed, and my girlfriend and I could hear her clearly. Often, when Zeng Xiaolin started moaning, I would push my girlfriend down on the bed and have sex with her. Zeng Xiaolin had a very strong sex drive. Sometimes, even after being with Zhang Qiang at night, she would still have sex with me during the day after Zhang Qiang and my girlfriend went to work. This went on for over a year until the end of last year when they went back to their hometown together.

A few days ago, they came to visit me, and I took the opportunity to have sex with Zeng Xiaolin again. Zeng Xiaolin said she hadn't had sex with me in a long time and it felt great. She said they might get married at the end of the year, which made me a little sad. She comforted me, saying that there was never any possibility between us, so I let it go. That's why I wrote it down. In short, I feel bad for my classmate, but considering how many women he's been with, I feel somewhat at peace with myself for having slept with him. I have to say, my sex life with my girlfriend is nothing like the one with Zeng Xiaolin; she truly is a perfect woman.

(The End)

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