My Second Single Life (Part 14)

When a person needs to relive memories to find happiness, they must be lonely and isolated.
It seems like this is how I am now. I don't know if my mind is weary or my body is lazy. In short, I don't have much of an impulse anymore. Am I getting old?
"What a joke! How old are you, kid?" A sly voice chuckled as it spoke to me. "Thinking about it, I'm still in the prime of my life that many people envy. So why do I feel like time is flying by?"
It's been a long time since I've seen a familiar face, and it feels utterly tasteless. Why do people always crave novelty and excitement?

Extramarital affairs in this society are like rats—everyone shouts to kill them, yet they persist despite repeated bans.

According to the doctrine that existence is its own justification, even rats have their reasons for existing. Extramarital affairs, extramarital sex, and one-night stands are clearly far more appealing than rats; obviously, they too have their reasons for existing.
As my mind wandered, I suddenly thought of her.
Can a woman whose body and spirit are separated still be defined in this way? Let's leave it at that for now, and hopefully she won't mind.
That was probably the first time we'd been apart for a long time. She had refused, but she agreed anyway.

Even married couples often feel that absence makes the heart grow fonder, let alone us. So I was excited and thrilled, not knowing how to express it.
I didn't know what I was feeling the whole way. I hadn't been here since she changed jobs, so even though I knew the people, the unfamiliar environment made my heart flutter. I

entered the gate smoothly. The gatekeeper seemed to be very polite to everyone who walked in confidently, but indifferent to those who hesitated and were treated with excessive courtesy.
I knocked gently on the door. Even though it was after work, I tried to be as quiet as possible, worried that a colleague

might be home. I didn't want to cause her any trouble in her environment. The door opened, and I slipped inside. It was the same familiar figure and the same smiling face. Her office conditions were good; there was still a bed for her to rest on.
We smiled at each other, needing no further words. There were no pleasantries, but we both felt the connection. She turned to get her water glass, but I grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug. At that moment, everything began.
The tremor in my heart seemed to resonate with her body, whispering softly in her ear, making her blush and feel hot. Her initial desire to refuse melted away the moment she was embraced, melting without shape, like a handful of clear water handed to me to manipulate at will.
Touching, rubbing, moaning, writhing—all for arousal, all for pleasure. At this moment, all principles are abandoned; only pleasure matters.
She saw conquest, she saw intoxication; when I saw her sucking so intently, the world seemed to freeze in that moment.
Fortunately, she was wearing a skirt and short socks today, which allowed me to tease her desire with my hands. When she cooperated and let me take off her underwear, I knew that today was the day.
She knelt by the bed, and I helped her lift her skirt. Her snow-white skin, deprived of sunlight for so long, needed photosynthesis; let it breathe. Desire drove her writhing body, constantly craving more, and her unique body always made me unable to resist. This time, I was determined to last longer.
That moment was about to arrive, but I pulled away, knelt down, opened my mouth, and was still so considerate, swallowing deeply each time, the warm embrace bringing happiness.

This familiar yet strange joy was hard to let go of. Let me keep it inside me, so I stood up again, the valve of desire no longer under control, everything was as expected.
Why must it be placed inside? You gaze at me intently, caressing me.
It's nothing. Desire is like a rat inside your body; if you don't let it out, it will hurt you.
We chatted about everything under the sun, and the incident seemed to have never happened. We were both so open and honest with each other. Time allows many things to settle down, like fine sand sinking to the bottom of the water layer by layer. Our feelings, however, became clearer with each passing moment. Perhaps one day, we will face the sunlight together.

Not long after, we arranged to meet again. This time, I went to her house. Although I had stepped through that familiar door many times before, this time, I was still incredibly excited. Not only because I hadn't seen her in a long time, but also because I knew she would bring me joy.
The door opened, and she stood there in her pajamas. No words were needed; a smile conveyed all the blessings of the past few days, and all my worries vanished in that smile.

She was still the same. Although she always said she was getting old, in my eyes, my sister would never grow old. After closing the door, as usual, there was a deep hug. I smelled her fragrance again. The living room was still furnished as usual. The television volume was turned down; the noisy entertainment programs were unwatchable.

Because I knew that our hearts were both with each other. She still looked at me with those same eyes—eyes that could make a man feel like the most charming man in the world, because she stared at you so intently, as if you were the only one in her eyes, and the world ceased to exist. How many times have I been captivated by that mesmerizing gaze?
I sat down, not going into the bedroom. I don't know why. Maybe as time went by, the ambiguous feelings faded, while the friendship, like that between siblings, grew stronger. I don't know, and I especially don't know what she's thinking. She's rejected me many times, and I don't want to force her. I'm afraid going into the bedroom will make her uncomfortable, put pressure on her, even though I know it'll probably still be the same there, even though I know she'll still open up to me.

So I chose to sit on the sofa in the living room. Has it really faded?

We started chatting, about our work and families, as if I'd come to this familiar yet ambiguous place just to visit a friend I hadn't seen in days.

She seemed quite happy about this. No, I know she was happy about this. Wasn't this the scenario she'd described so many times before?
We chatted for a long time, then suddenly everyone fell silent, followed by a silent smile. I patted the sofa next to me, "Come sit here." She stood up from her seat, which was far from mine.

I looked up at her. Perhaps she knew what was about to happen. She looked at me, silently and slowly walked over to me, and squatted down. Our hands clasped together, observing each other closely.

She hugged my waist tightly, and I could feel the passion and desire emanating from the depths of her body.

I slipped my hand inside her nightgown to caress her. She moaned, a low, suppressed groan. She was trying her best to control her emotions. I tried to move my hand down, but she pressed it down. "No! Use your mouth, okay?"
Her eyes were unfocused yet resolute, so I nodded. She unzipped my pants, and I helped her pull them down to my calves, allowing her to get closer.

Seeing it, she smiled, playfully like a child. She must have been very familiar with it; she even touched it like an old friend, greeting me, "Did you miss me?"

I smiled and stroked her breasts. Her eyes were unfocused as she looked at me; I think my image in her eyes must have been blurry.

She lowered her head; everything was so familiar yet so strange.
It was over. She went to the bathroom to throw up, and when she came back, she knelt down as usual to wipe me clean and tidy me up. Then we hugged and talked.

When we parted, I suddenly felt sad. I didn't know if I would ever be able to walk through this door again, because I clearly saw something in her determined eyes.

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