Winter for young women

At the end of last year, it was snowing everywhere. It was during this cold time that I went to Tianjin to attend a systematic training course. It was a three-month course, with two people from each province. From my province, it was me and a young woman; for convenience, let's call her Lan. Lan had been married for several years but hadn't had children yet. A woman with sexual experience but no children exudes a mature, rich fragrance.

Lan and I were from the same province, so it was natural that we ate and went to class together. We even sat in the same row during class. It was a large classroom. We sat in the last row. Because there were computer classes, there were two computers on each desk in each row, naturally separating the people in front and behind. Because the distance was so great, if we leaned over the desk, even the teacher on the podium wouldn't see what we were doing. Lan and I often whispered to each other under the desk.

The first week was spent getting to know each other, receiving new books, and forming several study groups. Everyone was excited about the new environment, and there was also a certain inexplicable impulse and curiosity. Besides studying, everyone seemed to want to do something special during these three months.

Finally, let me introduce myself; I'm an old man. Now, let me tell you about this winter.

I initially thought three months would be very relaxing, perhaps even including some travel. Unexpectedly, the schedule was very tight. There were Marxist-Leninist classes, computer classes, professional courses, audio-visual education classes, and literature classes. Everyone loved the literature class the most. The teacher basically just read from the textbook, assigning homework based on the textbook's review questions, and the textbook even had answer hints. The most interesting thing was that the literature teacher, surnamed Huang, had a very strong regional accent, and I didn't know where he was from. Anyway, during his two-hour classes, I basically couldn't understand a single word if I wasn't looking at my book. So, literature class was like a relaxing break. Skipping class was out of the question; we were all organized people, and nobody wanted to leave a stain on our academic record. Taking that back to our former workplace would be a disaster.

The first time we had a literature class, everyone was very curious. After all, we'd been working for years, and our studies were usually limited to politics and our professions. But when Professor Huang started speaking, everyone listened patiently at first, but by the second half, some were dozing off, some were talking, and some were reading novels. I couldn't understand a single word, so I looked up at Lan to see her reaction. She was looking at me too, and we exchanged a knowing smile.

If there was nothing to do, we'd find something to do. Lan and I weren't very familiar with each other. We just wrote on a piece of white paper, passed it to her, and she would reply and then pass it back to me. We acted nonchalantly, but secretly we kept passing notes. I'd done this before when I was in school, and I never thought it would come in handy now.

Our initial exchanges were simple.

"I'm sleepy." "Me too, I don't understand." "What do you girls do at night?" "Chat, play cards. It's so boring. What about you?" "Me too. We also exchange information about salaries and bonuses in different departments."

Around the second week, our conversation went something like this: "Looking around, you're the prettiest in the class." "Nonsense, I'm the oldest." "The others are all old ladies." Her face flushed slightly, and she had drawn a crooked smiley face on the note she handed me. A little girl smiled, her lips curving upwards.

In winter, the indoor heating made it unbearably hot, while outside it was unusually cold. I wasn't used to the heating. I always felt dry and needed to drink water constantly. The automatic water dispenser was in the corner behind us. I always went to get water. The desks and chairs were fixed, making it difficult to get up, especially during class, as I couldn't move too much. Therefore, when I got up, my body would often bump into Lan's hand. Once, I even knocked her pencil to the ground, and I quickly apologized. But her hand didn't retract. After that, I would deliberately touch her, regardless of whether it was possible or not.

We continued passing notes in literature class, and this gradually spread to other classes. The messages on the notes became increasingly ambiguous. "What are you daydreaming about? Missing your husband, huh?" "No way." "You're missing Teacher Liu." Teacher Liu teaches computer class; he's very handsome, and we often tease him behind his back. "I miss you. How annoying." "I'm right next to you, what are you thinking about?" The note was passed to her, and she reached out to take it. I didn't pull my hand back; instead, I pressed down on hers. She tried to pull away, but I held on tightly. After struggling for a while, she stopped moving. Another note was passed to her from the other hand. "Someone saw this. Stop it." "Then put your hand under the table." I let go of her hand, and she took it away too. At first, she ignored me, but after a while, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she actually put her hand down.

I nervously looked around; everyone next to me was asleep on their desks. So, mustering my courage, I lowered my hand as well, pretending to relax and stretch out, reaching out to touch hers. She didn't flinch. So I took her hand. When I held it, I felt how warm her hand was, almost sweaty. It was so soft; the moment I touched it, I felt a jolt of electricity. She seemed a little excited too. I felt her body tremble slightly. At first, she held it still, but then I gently traced lines in her palm with my fingers, and she bent her fingers to tease my palm. It felt so good.

I became the most proactive and motivated student in the class. That's what our homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen, said. Because no matter the weather, whether it was dawn or dusk, I was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. With my heart set on something, I quickly became immersed in it. But Lan seemed completely unaffected. She came and went as she pleased, without lingering. She also seemed indifferent to my feelings, even though our hands were often clasped together in class.

Soon, I became dissatisfied with the simple pleasure of holding hands, and opportunity struck. Since there were basically no activities scheduled for the evenings at the training course, the students suggested studying in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen, said, "You want to go to an internet cafe?" The whole class burst into laughter. The computers in this computer lab originally had internet access, but the server in the computer lab needed a new interface. Mr. Chen said, "I'll talk to them for you." Three months passed, and it was a bit boring. The second night, the classroom became a giant internet cafe.

As soon as Lan came in that night, without turning on the computer, she went straight to me to watch me use the internet. It turned out she had never been online before. She had just showered, and her hair smelled faintly of fragrance. This was the first time we sat together at night; the dim light made it easier to become infatuated. Our hands naturally intertwined in the darkness.

Because it was night, and because there weren't many people in the classroom, the space around us was empty. I grew bolder and casually let go of her hand, spreading my palm and gently placing it on her thigh. She pretended not to notice and placed her hand on mine. Even through her clothes, I could feel her body temperature and fleshiness. My palm moved slowly like an ant, caressing her back and forth. The soft feeling, combined with her body fragrance, and her tense breathing and heartbeat, was incredibly exciting. I really wanted to turn around and kiss her, but given the environment and our relationship, I didn't dare. My biggest worry was that she wouldn't accept it and we'd become enemies. So close, so irresistible, so within reach, yet so unattainable. This feeling made my heart race with conflicting emotions.

As lights out approached, the classroom emptied out. I knew tonight's happy time was drawing to a close. Emboldened by lust, I suddenly slipped my hand down her inner thigh. Before she could react, I was already between her legs. She tried to stop me, but could only press against my palm, struggling to move my hand away—a futile effort.

To be honest, through her clothes, it wasn't much more pleasurable there than between her thighs. However, the satisfaction of invading her private space, and her lack of strong resistance, or rather, her feigned resistance masking her acceptance, gave me immense spiritual satisfaction.

So, even through her clothes, imagining the softness and moisture, the warmth and longing, the thrill and pleasure there, made my hand linger.

The next day, Lan seemed unhappy, not even glancing at me properly after entering the classroom. I was terrified, afraid she was angry because I had touched her there the day before. So I went back to my old ways and started passing her notes again. I wrote on the note: "I'm sorry." She didn't reply for a long time after reading it. My heart was pounding in my chest; I thought I was doomed.

After a long while, she handed me a note that read: "Why did you do that to me?" Ugh. I was really angry about that. I replied: "I couldn't control myself, I couldn't help it." She took the note, glanced at it, chuckled, and immediately looked towards the podium. Luckily, the teacher wasn't paying attention. She handed me the note: "Never do that again!!!" I replied: "Yes, ma'am, but you have to hold my hand." She replied: "See how you do it." My heart immediately felt as sweet as if I'd eaten honey; I knew she wouldn't be angry with me anymore. After a while, I pretended to casually touch her hand again. After some dodging and chasing, our hands were intertwined again.

For the next few nights, we spent every evening online in the classroom. She, too, gradually went from being a complete internet novice to becoming an internet addict. She wasn't interested in news or sports, so I let her browse some forums and read novels and stories about love and relationships. There were quite a few posts about extramarital affairs and sexual encounters, which often made her blush. Thinking about how long it had been since anything had progressed between us, I finally couldn't resist and started thinking again that night.

Opportunity always favors the prepared. Or rather, those with cunning schemes. Heh heh, another opportunity presented itself. Lan wanted to watch a movie, but she couldn't because she didn't have the software installed. She didn't know how to download and install it, so I had no choice but to help her. She sat in her chair, and I stood up, reaching to her right, holding the mouse, and gesturing on the screen. The classroom was heated, and the students usually took off their coats after entering, wearing only sweaters or cardigans. Lan was wearing a bright red sweater, and I joked that she looked like a new bride. She rolled her eyes at me.

But when I reached out, even though my body was a little distance away, my arm moved just enough to touch her breasts—soft and firm. She didn't move away because of this; instead, she pretended to get a better look at the computer and moved closer, almost touching my arm. When the mouse wasn't moving, my arm and her breasts were pressed together.

With every movement, I felt the soft touch.

After finally getting the software installed, I looked for a movie to watch. But the internet speed was slow, and it kept buffering. She, however, had lost interest in watching the movie. A long time ago, she said, "Never mind, I'm going to sleep." Of course, I didn't want her to leave, so I asked, "Tomorrow's the weekend. Why are you going to sleep so early?" She said, "Why don't I sleep?" After a while, she said again, "How about you walk with me?"

Suddenly, I remembered a joke. A rather old-fashioned student finally mustered up the courage to hand a note to the girl he had a crush on for a long time, saying he wanted to get to know her. As a result, the girl didn't say a word, packed up her books, and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she turned back to this old-fashioned student and said, "Will you walk with me?" The old-fashioned student said, "You go first, I still have a few pages of my book to finish reading." Haha. Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I quickly packed up—there wasn't much to pack, just turned off my computer—and then we left the classroom one after the other.

The northern night was truly cold. We shivered in the wind. We walked along the street behind the training building. It was a residential area. Narrow alleys, lined with small trees on both sides. The night was desolate, the moon a pale yellow, and the stars twinkling. A night like this wasn't suitable for romance.

Without realizing it, I took her hand; it was icy cold, but it felt warm. There weren't many people on the street. Only a few vendors selling hot pot and lamb skewers were scattered around the alley entrances. Nobody knew us, and we chatted and laughed happily, mainly about the cold weather and the boredom of school life. We even bought a few lamb skewers from a stall. The vendor strongly recommended lamb kidneys, saying they were very nutritious. Lan and I exchanged a knowing smile.

After eating, I really felt less cold. Because we weren't familiar with the area, we didn't dare walk too far. At a point where there seemed to be no way forward, Lan said, "Let's turn back." She turned to look at me, and I looked back at her, boldly taking her other hand and holding hers. Our upper bodies remained a distance apart, her thickly dressed body tentatively drawing closer. Suddenly, I pulled hard, and she fell into my arms.

There was no struggle. No words were spoken. There was no sound around us. Through her clothes, I could feel her soft breasts pressed against my body. I released her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist. Our bodies pressed even closer. Lan rested her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily. I could feel her warm breath and her pounding heart, which made my heart race.

Mustering my courage, I lifted my head to find Lan's face and pressed my cheek against hers. It was cool, and I gently caressed her. Then I softly explored her nose, her forehead, her eyes, rubbing my face slowly against them. When I reached her lips, I suddenly stopped and went for her ears, her neck nestled in her collar. Her body trembled slightly, and when my lips brushed against her neck, I could hear her let out a soft, long sigh. Ah,

I seized the opportunity and kissed her. Her lips were closed. She flinched slightly at first, then my lips captured hers. Because of the cold weather, my lips didn't feel much. So I stuck out my tongue, trying desperately to pry open her mouth. I parted her lips, her teeth still clenched, and slowly pushed in. I opened a small gap, feeling the warmth of her tongue. I tried even harder. Suddenly, everything opened up, like a man from Wuling finding the Peach Blossom Spring. My tongue swam completely inside, finding her shy, hesitant tongue tip. First, there was a gentle, tentative exploration between our tongues, then a frenzied entanglement, a devouring, a sucking. We kissed each other's lips deeply. I kissed her neck deeply. At this moment, I truly couldn't control myself. I embraced her on both sides, my right hand pressing against her breasts. I vigorously kneaded them through her sweater. Ah. So full. Young woman, I'm crazy for you.

I held her hips tightly with my left arm, pressing my genitals close to hers, confident she could feel my hardness. In the constant biting and entanglement, my genitals rubbed against her body. Because of my studies, we hadn't done it in a long time. Unexpectedly, in the midst of immense excitement, I experienced an uncontrollable contraction, like ejaculation. But I knew I hadn't ejaculated. Later, I noticed she was still wet, with fluid leaking out.

As I contracted, she released my mouth, holding me tightly with both arms, her body pressed close to mine. Suddenly, her whole body trembled. I didn't dare move. After a long while, her body suddenly relaxed from tension. I gently kissed her lips, rubbing my lips against hers. She suddenly pushed me away and asked, "Why are you bullying me?" I quickly replied, "I like you."

"Go back, it's too late," she said. Back in the dorm, I received a message from her: "I don't know what's wrong with me today. I went crazy. Forget all of this, just pretend it never happened."

Lying in bed, I didn't know if we had any more stories. But only God knew. The real show was just beginning.

For a long time afterward, there was no intimacy between us. And neither of us would mention what happened that night. We seemed to have returned to the relationship we had when we first entered university, polite and reserved. Sometimes I would stare at her blankly, and sometimes I would even wonder, in a daze, whether we had ever had any intimate contact. But Lan didn't even look at me, her expression calm and composed.

The first snow finally fell, and it was also midterms. The training course gave everyone a week off to go home. That evening, Lao Chen wandered around the rooms, confirming everyone's train or plane tickets. I originally wanted to fly, but after asking my supervisor, they said I should take the train. It's only one night. I'll be there soon. That's what my supervisor said. There was no other way. I had to book a train ticket. When Lao Chen heard that I had booked a train ticket, he asked in surprise, "Lan is flying? Aren't you going together?" Because students from different provinces were asked to travel together if possible. But I hadn't discussed it with her. I could only reply, "The company can only reimburse train tickets." Lao Chen said, "Then you should discuss it with Lan. Don't leave her alone." He

went to knock on Lan's door; she was alone in her room. I said, "You're going to fly. My company can only reimburse train tickets." Lan smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll book a train ticket too." I said okay. We went to find Lao Chen together and asked him to change the tickets to train tickets. Lao Chen left, and Lan stayed behind to discuss with me when to leave and what to bring. We wondered if we should buy some dry food and water. I said, "We'll get there in one night. Do you think this is moving house?" She laughed.

The next day, around 5 PM, we boarded a southbound train together. It wasn't year-end or a holiday, so the sleeper carriages were practically empty. There were fewer than ten people in each carriage. A few people were in the sleeper berths at the front and back of the train, seemingly all grouped together. The middle berths were occupied only by the two of us, both lower berths. I said, "How's it? More comfortable than flying, right? Even going to the toilet on a plane is a hassle. Here, I can lie down whenever I want." Lan quickly agreed. "I always thought trains were crowded, but I didn't realize they're usually quite spacious."

We bought two boxed meals on the train, along with two bottles of beer and some snacks. After eating, we slowly drank and ate. It got dark quickly. Outside, everything was blurry, but inside the carriage, the fluorescent lights were blinding. We drank and chatted. Towards the end, she became a little tipsy. She asked me, "Why haven't you contacted me since then?" I said, "I was afraid you'd be angry." She said, "You think I'm a bad woman, right?" I said no. I really was afraid of hurting her again. Then I sat down in her bunk and let her lean against me. She said, "When you're away from home, you really feel relaxed. There's always a feeling of indulgence. I've realized I'm a bad woman." I said, "No. Everyone's the same. It's mainly because I'm so lonely." She smiled and said, "So you don't like me? Just because you're lonely?" I quickly said, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't contact you even if I was lonely." She chuckled, finished her last drink, and collapsed onto the bed fully clothed.

The train attendant never appeared again after exchanging the tickets. Perhaps it was because of the cold weather. Everyone was too lazy to move. However, the train had heating, and after a while, it started to feel hot. Lan was sleeping in her bunk, and I sat there chatting with her. She said she felt hot, so she took off her coat, and then her red sweater. Her full breasts bounced slightly before settling back down. She then took off her pants. "I can't sleep without taking off my clothes," she said as she burrowed under the covers. Through the blanket, I knew she was only wearing a thin bra. I was already feeling a little restless on this train.

I tentatively reached out to hold her hand. She didn't resist. She was sleeping on the pillow, her hair a little messy. I smoothed it with my hand. I gently stroked her face, her ears, her eyes, and her nose. She lay there quietly, motionless. I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back and said, "Be careful, someone might be there." I said, "They might think we're a couple." She laughed and boldly tilted her head back to kiss me. Each kiss was like a chicken pecking at grains of rice. My emotions surged. I kissed her fiercely. My tongue slipped into her mouth, entwining and sucking.

My hand slipped under the covers. I found her breasts precisely. I only lightly brushed them before lifting her bra, pushing it aside, and her full breasts sprang out, my large hand covering them. She straightened up slightly and reached down to unhook her bra from below. My right hand, relaxed and unrestrained, began to caress her breasts. First, I squeezed them firmly, then gently rubbed her nipples with my palm, followed by lightly flicking them with my fingertips and gently scratching the area around them with my nails. A moan immediately spread through her. "So good," she said.

I released her breasts, my hand slowly moving down to her thighs, tracing her thighs through her clothes, pausing briefly in the middle before moving to her other thigh. After a few strokes, taking her by surprise, I slipped my hand under her elastic waistband, lifted her panties, and slid it towards her genitals. She initially tried to resist, but then seemed to suddenly give up. Above, I kissed her neck and ears, making it hard for her to breathe. "Come in too," she said, pulling me closer. The

lights were still on. Honestly, I was still a little scared. No one would care if we slept together. But I gave up. I said, "Let's wait until the lights are out." She laughed, "Coward." My hand slipped between her thighs, touching a raised mound of flesh, a layer of smooth hair, and then reaching her soft spot. I covered it with my palm and slowly caressed it, feeling her lower body arch upwards, as if responding to me. I slowly explored her genitals, pulling them apart slightly, then sliding my fingers lightly until the entire area was wet.

Her lower body moved even more violently. Her entire hips twisted constantly, and she made low, indistinct sounds. I didn't know what to do. Honestly, I had never done this with my hands before. And I didn't even know if it was the same as sex.

Suddenly, I heard her say, "I want it." My blood rushed to my head, and without thinking, I threw off the blanket, lifted her bra, and took her breast into my mouth. She let out a scream, which startled me because it was so loud. I stopped everything and quickly covered her with the blanket, listening to the sounds in the carriage. A few people were chatting in their dialects, some were putting children to sleep, everything was so peaceful. We smiled at each other. I whispered, "Don't be so loud." She said, "I didn't mean to." I said, "Do you usually moan during sex?" She punched me lightly. I grabbed her hand and guided it slowly down, and she understood and went straight for me. She stroked me through my clothes. "It's so big," she said. "Do you like it?" "Yes, I want it now." Her hand reached for my belt, but I stopped her. "No, let's wait until the lights are out."

She unzipped my pants and reached inside. I had been hard for a while. She grabbed it and squeezed it hard. Then she stroked it up and down, as if to feel its size. Then she made a fist and awkwardly stroked it. I hadn't done it in a long time and was very sensitive. Knowing that I would soon run out, I tried to stop her. She said, "Do you really want to ejaculate?" I said, "Yes. It's been a long time." She said, "Then let me help you come first." I looked at her suspiciously, looking around at our surroundings. It seemed impossible. She said, "Sit up a little."

I had no choice but to take my hand out from under the covers and sit up a little. She said, "Sit here." She patted the pillow. I understood. I took off my shoes, turned sideways, and sat against her head. I was wearing her coat that she had taken off. If anyone saw, as long as I didn't do anything, no one would know anything was going on. Her head was mostly buried in the blanket, and under the cover of the coat, she took out my penis. She first fiddled with it for a bit, then sniffed it. I was secretly glad that I had showered an hour before leaving the training class. There was definitely no odor.

She raised her head, brought her small mouth close to kiss it, and then stuck out her tongue to lick it, drawing circles around the glans. She also licked the frenulum and the tip of the glans with her tongue. I thought I'd met a pro, but when she swallowed the whole thing, I still felt she wasn't very skilled; her teeth kept scraping against me. I whispered, "Don't use your teeth." She looked up and said, "No,

I'm covering my teeth with my lips." I understood, but I couldn't explain it clearly to her right away. Women cover their teeth with their lips to avoid them scraping against each other, but this only involves the outer edge of the lips touching the man, which still makes the man feel the hardness and stinging of the teeth. Actually, she should lift her lips, using the moist, soft inner edge to hold the man, and glide gently and naturally—that's much more comfortable. After a while, I still couldn't stand it and said, "Forget it, this is too difficult to achieve." She was tired too, so she gave up.

I slid down to lie beside her. She pulled the blanket up, draping part of it over me. We chatted. She said, "I'm not very good at this yet, I rarely do it." I said, "It's okay. I'm already very comfortable." Her hand slipped inside my clothes, pulling open my tight bra layer by layer, touching my body. Her small hand caressed my entire body, my waist, my abdomen, my chest, and then gently stroked my nipples. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. This felt much better.

My right hand unconsciously moved down again. It caressed her entire body, then went to her secret garden, which was already overflowing with desire. I kissed her ear and told her, "So wet." Then my tongue slipped into her ear, gently licking it. Her body reacted even more strongly, like a fish swimming in deep water.

My left hand was used to stabilize myself on the narrow bed, so I couldn't use it fully. I let her lie on the other side. She turned to her side, making room for me. I supported myself with my left elbow, and my left hand began to wander over her chest. My lips licked her ear and neck, my left hand touched her nipple, and my right hand gently caressed her genitals, finally landing lightly on her clitoris, slowly rubbing it. Soon, she bit her lip, her face contorted in pain, and after a moment, her body trembled with tension. I knew she had reached orgasm. Once she

orgasmed, I couldn't continue stimulating her clitoris, or it would be uncomfortable. Her genitals were completely wet, slippery as oil. It was easy for my fingers to slip inside; this was my first time using my hand inside a woman's body. While exploring, I couldn't help but think about exploring the G-spot, something I'd always been clueless about.

The inner walls were smooth and swollen, very elastic. My fingers swirled and explored inside. With a little pressure, I reached the bottom. I felt a knot at the bottom; I pressed it, and she said that was probably the cervix. It probably wouldn't be comfortable. After several more swirling searches, I finally found a spot that was rougher than the inner walls. It wasn't big, about the size of a fingertip, and had a layered texture—this must be the G-spot. I pressed it firmly, swirling and rubbing my fingers around it. Suddenly, she lifted her head and sucked hard on my mouth. I continued pressing, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth, stirring violently. Suddenly, she let out a cry and her whole body went limp.

I was a little tired too, so I turned and lay on top of her, watching her slowly recover from the afterglow. This was the first time I'd lay on top of her; she was so soft, and through her clothes, my genitals pressed against her private parts. Knowing full well, I asked, "Did you climax?" "Yes, three times," she said. I was surprised; I thought it was twice. I said, "Want more?" She said, "I'm afraid you're too tired." I said, "I'm not tired." I lowered my head to kiss her nipples, gently kissing and sucking them. My genitals pressed against her forcefully, rubbing against her continuously.

She said, "Do you want to ejaculate?" I said, "No, I just want you to feel good." I didn't want to ejaculate like that. After rubbing against each other for a while, she came again. Both of us were covered in sweat on the winter train.

At the end of last year, it was snowing everywhere. It was during this cold season that I went to Tianjin to attend a systematic training course. It was a three-month course, with two people from each province. From my province, it was me and a young woman; for convenience, let's call her Lan. Lan had been married for several years but hadn't had children yet. A woman with sexual experience but no children exudes a mature, rich fragrance.

Lan and I were from the same province, so it was natural that we ate and went to class together. We even sat in the same row during class. It was a large classroom. We sat in the last row. Because there were computer classes, there were two computers on each desk in each row, naturally separating the people in front and behind. Because the distance was so great, if we leaned over the desk, even the teacher on the podium wouldn't see what we were doing. Lan and I often whispered to each other under the desk.

The first week was spent getting to know each other, receiving new books, and forming several study groups. Everyone was excited about the new environment, and there was also a certain inexplicable impulse and curiosity. Besides studying, everyone seemed to want to do something special during these three months.

Finally, let me introduce myself; I'm an old man. Now, let me tell you about this winter.

I initially thought three months would be very relaxing, perhaps even including some travel. Unexpectedly, the schedule was very tight. There were Marxist-Leninist classes, computer classes, professional courses, audio-visual education classes, and literature classes. Everyone loved the literature class the most. The teacher basically just read from the textbook, assigning homework based on the textbook's review questions, and the textbook even had answer hints. The most interesting thing was that the literature teacher, surnamed Huang, had a very strong regional accent, and I didn't know where he was from. Anyway, during his two-hour classes, I basically couldn't understand a single word if I wasn't looking at my book. So, literature class was like a relaxing break. Skipping class was out of the question; we were all organized people, and nobody wanted to leave a stain on our academic record. Taking that back to our former workplace would be a disaster.

The first time we had a literature class, everyone was very curious. After all, we'd been working for years, and our studies were usually limited to politics and our professions. But when Professor Huang started speaking, everyone listened patiently at first, but by the second half, some were dozing off, some were talking, and some were reading novels. I couldn't understand a single word, so I looked up at Lan to see her reaction. She was looking at me too, and we exchanged a knowing smile.

If there was nothing to do, we'd find something to do. Lan and I weren't very familiar with each other. We just wrote on a piece of white paper, passed it to her, and she would reply and then pass it back to me. We acted nonchalantly, but secretly we kept passing notes. I'd done this before when I was in school, and I never thought it would come in handy now.

Our initial exchanges were simple.

"I'm sleepy." "Me too, I don't understand." "What do you girls do at night?" "Chat, play cards. It's so boring. What about you?" "Me too. We also exchange information about salaries and bonuses in different departments."

Around the second week, our conversation went something like this: "Looking around, you're the prettiest in the class." "Nonsense, I'm the oldest." "The others are all old ladies." Her face flushed slightly, and she had drawn a crooked smiley face on the note she handed me. A little girl smiled, her lips curving upwards.

In winter, the indoor heating made it unbearably hot, while outside it was unusually cold. I wasn't used to the heating. I always felt dry and needed to drink water constantly. The automatic water dispenser was in the corner behind us. I always went to get water. The desks and chairs were fixed, making it difficult to get up, especially during class, as I couldn't move too much. Therefore, when I got up, my body would often bump into Lan's hand. Once, I even knocked her pencil to the ground, and I quickly apologized. But her hand didn't retract. After that, I would deliberately touch her, regardless of whether it was possible or not.

We continued passing notes in literature class, and this gradually spread to other classes. The messages on the notes became increasingly ambiguous. "What are you daydreaming about? Missing your husband, huh?" "No way." "You're missing Teacher Liu." Teacher Liu teaches computer class; he's very handsome, and we often tease him behind his back. "I miss you. How annoying." "I'm right next to you, what are you thinking about?" The note was passed to her, and she reached out to take it. I didn't pull my hand back; instead, I pressed down on hers. She tried to pull away, but I held on tightly. After struggling for a while, she stopped moving. Another note was passed to her from the other hand. "Someone saw this. Stop it." "Then put your hand under the table." I let go of her hand, and she took it away too. At first, she ignored me, but after a while, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she actually put her hand down.

I nervously looked around; everyone next to me was asleep on their desks. So, mustering my courage, I lowered my hand as well, pretending to relax and stretch out, reaching out to touch hers. She didn't flinch. So I took her hand. When I held it, I felt how warm her hand was, almost sweaty. It was so soft; the moment I touched it, I felt a jolt of electricity. She seemed a little excited too. I felt her body tremble slightly. At first, she held it still, but then I gently traced lines in her palm with my fingers, and she bent her fingers to tease my palm. It felt so good.

I became the most proactive and motivated student in the class. That's what our homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen, said. Because no matter the weather, whether it was dawn or dusk, I was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. With my heart set on something, I quickly became immersed in it. But Lan seemed completely unaffected. She came and went as she pleased, without lingering. She also seemed indifferent to my feelings, even though our hands were often clasped together in class.

Soon, I became dissatisfied with the simple pleasure of holding hands, and opportunity struck. Since there were basically no activities scheduled for the evenings at the training course, the students suggested studying in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen, said, "You want to go to an internet cafe?" The whole class burst into laughter. The computers in this computer lab originally had internet access, but the server in the computer lab needed a new interface. Mr. Chen said, "I'll talk to them for you." Three months passed, and it was a bit boring. The second night, the classroom became a giant internet cafe.

As soon as Lan came in that night, without turning on the computer, she went straight to me to watch me use the internet. It turned out she had never been online before. She had just showered, and her hair smelled faintly of fragrance. This was the first time we sat together at night; in the dim light, it was easier to become lost in the haze. Our hands naturally intertwined in the darkness.

Because it was night, and because there weren't many people in the classroom, the space next to us was empty. My courage grew, and I casually loosened my grip, spreading my palm and gently placing it on her thigh. She pretended not to notice, placing her hand back on mine. Even through her clothes, I could feel her warmth and flesh. My palm moved slowly like an ant, caressing her back and forth. The soft feeling, combined with her scent, and her tense breathing and heartbeat, was incredibly arousing. I really wanted to turn around and kiss her, but given the environment and our relationship, I didn't dare. My biggest fear was that she wouldn't accept it and we'd become enemies. So close, so irresistible, so within reach, yet so unattainable. This feeling made my heart boil with conflicting emotions.

As lights out approached, the classroom emptied out. I knew my pleasure time was drawing to a close. Emboldened by lust, I suddenly slipped my hand down to her inner thigh. Before she could react, I was already between her legs. She tried to stop me, but could only press her hand against mine, struggling to move it away—a futile effort.

Frankly, through her clothes, it wasn't much more pleasurable than her thighs. However, the satisfaction of invading her private space, and her lack of resistance—or rather, her feigned acceptance—gained immense satisfaction.

So, even through her clothes, imagining the softness and moisture there, the warmth and longing, the thrill and pleasure, made my hand linger.

The next day, Lan seemed unhappy, not even glancing at me properly after entering the classroom. I was terrified, afraid she was angry because I had touched her there the day before. So I went back to my old ways and started passing her notes again. I wrote on the note: "I'm sorry." She didn't reply for a long time after reading it, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I thought I was doomed.

After a long while, she handed me a note that read: "Why did you do that to me?" Ugh. She was really angry about that. I replied: "I couldn't control myself, I couldn't help it." She took the note, glanced at it, chuckled, and immediately looked towards the podium, thankfully the teacher wasn't paying attention. She handed me the note: "Never do that again!!!" I replied: "Yes, sir, but you have to hold my hand." She replied: "See how you do it." My heart immediately felt as sweet as if I'd eaten honey, knowing she wouldn't be angry with me. After a while, I pretended to casually touch her hand again, and after some dodging and chasing, our hands were intertwined once more.

For the next few evenings, we spent every night online in the classroom. She gradually went from being a complete internet novice to an internet addict. She wasn't interested in news or sports, so I let her go to some forums and read those romance novels and stories. Among them were many posts about extramarital affairs and sexual encounters, which often made her blush. Thinking back, things had been stagnant between us for a long time. That night, I finally couldn't resist and started plotting again.

Opportunity always favors the prepared. Or rather, those with cunning schemes. Hehe, another opportunity presented itself. Lan wanted to watch a movie, but she couldn't because she didn't have the software installed. She didn't know how to download and install it, so I had no choice but to help her. She sat in her chair, and I stood up, reaching to her right, holding the mouse, and gesturing on the screen. The classroom was heated, and students usually took off their coats after entering, wearing only sweaters or cardigans. Lan was wearing a bright red sweater, and I joked that she looked like a new bride. She rolled her eyes at me.

But when I reached out, even though my body was a little distance away from hers, my arm moved just enough to touch her breasts—soft and firm. She didn't move away because of this; instead, she pretended to get a better look at the computer and moved closer, almost pressing her body against my arm. When the mouse wasn't moving, my arm and her breasts were pressed together.

With every movement, I felt the soft touch.

After finally getting the software installed, I looked for a movie to watch. But the internet speed was slow, and it kept buffering. She, however, had lost interest in watching the movie. A long time ago, she said, "Never mind, I'm going to sleep." Of course, I didn't want her to leave, so I asked, "Tomorrow's the weekend. Why are you going to sleep so early?" She said, "Why don't I sleep?" After a while, she said again, "How about you walk with me?"

Suddenly, I remembered a joke. A rather old-fashioned student finally mustered up the courage to hand a note to the girl he had a crush on for a long time, saying he wanted to get to know her. As a result, the girl didn't say a word, packed up her books, and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she turned back to this old-fashioned student and said, "Will you walk with me?" The old-fashioned student said, "You go first, I still have a few pages of my book to finish reading." Haha. Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I quickly packed up—there wasn't much to pack, just turned off my computer—and then we left the classroom one after the other.

The northern night was truly cold. We shivered in the wind. We walked along the street behind the training building. It was a residential area. Narrow alleys, lined with small trees on both sides. The night was desolate, the moon a pale yellow, and the stars twinkling. A night like this wasn't suitable for romance.

Without realizing it, I took her hand; it was icy cold, but it felt warm. There weren't many people on the street. Only a few vendors selling hot pot and lamb skewers were scattered around the alley entrances. Nobody knew us, and we chatted and laughed happily, mainly about the cold weather and the boredom of school life. We even bought a few lamb skewers from a stall. The vendor strongly recommended lamb kidneys, saying they were very nutritious. Lan and I exchanged a knowing smile.

After eating, I really felt less cold. Because we weren't familiar with the area, we didn't dare walk too far. At a point where there seemed to be no way forward, Lan said, "Let's turn back." She turned to look at me, and I looked back at her, boldly taking her other hand and holding hers. Our upper bodies remained a distance apart, her thickly dressed body tentatively drawing closer. Suddenly, I pulled hard, and she fell into my arms.

There was no struggle. No words were spoken. There was no sound around us. Through her clothes, I could feel her soft breasts pressed against my body. I released her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist. Our bodies pressed even closer. Lan rested her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily. I could feel her warm breath and her pounding heart, which made my heart race.

Mustering my courage, I lifted my head to find Lan's face and pressed my cheek against hers. It was cool, and I gently caressed her. Then I softly explored her nose, her forehead, her eyes, rubbing my face slowly against them. When I reached her lips, I suddenly stopped and went for her ears, her neck nestled in her collar. Her body trembled slightly, and when my lips brushed against her neck, I could hear her let out a soft, long sigh. Ah,

I seized the opportunity and kissed her. Her lips were closed. She flinched slightly at first, then my lips captured hers. Because of the cold weather, my lips didn't feel much. So I stuck out my tongue, trying desperately to pry open her mouth. I parted her lips, her teeth still clenched, and slowly pushed in. I opened a small gap, feeling the warmth of her tongue. I tried even harder. Suddenly, everything opened up, like a man from Wuling finding the Peach Blossom Spring. My tongue swam completely inside, finding her shy, hesitant tongue tip. First, there was a gentle, tentative exploration between our tongues, then a frenzied entanglement, a devouring, a sucking. We kissed each other's lips deeply. I kissed her neck deeply. At this moment, I truly couldn't control myself. I embraced her on both sides, my right hand pressing against her breasts. I vigorously kneaded them through her sweater. Ah. So full. Young woman, I'm crazy for you.

I held her hips tightly with my left arm, pressing my genitals close to hers, confident she could feel my hardness. In the constant biting and entanglement, my genitals rubbed against her body. Because of my studies, we hadn't done it in a long time. Unexpectedly, in the midst of immense excitement, I experienced an uncontrollable contraction, like ejaculation. But I knew I hadn't ejaculated. Later, I noticed she was still wet, with fluid leaking out.

As I contracted, she released my mouth, holding me tightly with both arms, her body pressed close to mine. Suddenly, her whole body trembled. I didn't dare move. After a long while, her body suddenly relaxed from tension. I gently kissed her lips, rubbing my lips against hers. She suddenly pushed me away and asked, "Why are you bullying me?" I quickly replied, "I like you."

"Go back, it's too late," she said. Back in my dorm, I received a message from her: "I don't know what's wrong with me today. I went crazy. Forget all of this, just pretend it never happened."

Lying in bed, I didn't know if we had any more stories. But only God knew. The real show was just beginning.

For a long time afterward, there was no intimacy between us. And neither of us would mention what happened that night. We seemed to have returned to our relationship when we first entered school, polite and reserved. Sometimes I would stare at her blankly, and sometimes I would even wonder, in a daze, whether we had ever had any intimate contact. Lan, however, would not even look at me, her expression calm and composed.

Finally, the first snow fell, and it was midterms. The training course gave everyone a week off to go home. That night, Lao Chen wandered around the rooms, confirming everyone's train or plane tickets. I originally wanted to fly, but after asking my boss, he said I should take the train. It's only one night. I'll be there soon. That's what my boss said. There's nothing I can do. I have to book train tickets. When Lao Chen heard that I booked train tickets, he asked in surprise, "Lan is flying? Aren't you going together?" Because students from different provinces were asked to travel together. But I hadn't discussed it with her. I could only reply, "My company can only reimburse train tickets." Lao Chen said, "Then you should discuss it with Lan. Don't leave her alone."

He knocked on Lan's door; she was alone in her room. I said, "You're flying. My company can only reimburse train tickets." Lan smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll book a train ticket too." I said okay. We went to find Lao Chen together and asked him to change the tickets to train tickets. Old Chen left, and Lan stayed behind to discuss with me when to depart and what to take. We even discussed whether to buy some dry food and water. I said, "We'll be there in one night. Do you think this is a moving house?" She laughed.

The next afternoon around 5 p.m., we boarded the southbound train together. It wasn't the end of the year or a holiday, so the sleeper carriages were empty. There were fewer than 10 people in each carriage. There were a few people in the sleeper berths at the front and back of the train, and they all seemed to be grouped together. The middle berths were occupied by just the two of us, both lower berths. I said, "How about it? More comfortable than flying, right? Even going to the toilet on a plane is a hassle. Here, we can lie down whenever we want." Lan quickly agreed. "I always thought trains were crowded, but I didn't realize they're usually quite spacious."

I bought two boxed meals on the train, along with two bottles of beer and some snacks. After eating, we slowly drank and ate. It got dark quickly. Outside was a blur, and the fluorescent lights inside the carriage were glaring. We drank and chatted. Later, she became a little tipsy. She asked me, "Why haven't you contacted me since then?" I said, "I was afraid you'd be angry." She said, "You think I'm a bad woman, right?" I said no. I was genuinely afraid of hurting her again. Then I sat down in her bunk and let her lean against me. She said, "When you're away from home, it really feels like you relax. There's always a sense of indulgence. I've realized I'm a bad woman." I said, "No, everyone's the same. It's mainly because I'm so lonely." She smiled and said, "So you don't like me? Just because you're lonely?" I quickly said, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't contact you even if I was lonely." She chuckled, finished her last drink, and collapsed onto the bed fully clothed.

The train attendant never appeared again after exchanging the tickets. Perhaps it was because of the cold weather. Everyone was too lazy to move. However, the train had heating, and after a while, it started to feel hot. Lan slept in her bunk, and I sat there chatting with her. She said she felt hot, so she took off her coat, then her red sweater. Her full breasts bounced slightly before settling back down. She then took off her pants. "I can't sleep without taking my clothes off," she said as she burrowed under the covers. Through the blankets, I knew she was only wearing a thin bra. I was already feeling a little restless on this train.

I tentatively reached for her hand. She didn't resist. She lay on the pillow, her hair a little messy. I smoothed it with my hand, then stroked her face, her ears, her eyes, and her nose. She lay quietly, not moving. I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back, then said, "Be careful, someone might see." I said, "They might think we're a couple." She laughed, boldly tilting her head back to kiss me. The kisses were light and gentle, like a chicken pecking at grains of rice. My emotions surged. I kissed her fiercely. My tongue slipped into her mouth, lingering and sucking.

My hand slipped under the covers, finding her breasts precisely. I lightly brushed them before lifting her bra, pushing it aside, revealing her full breasts, which I covered with my large hand. She lifted herself slightly and reached down to unhook her bra. My right hand began to caress her breasts freely and unrestrainedly. First, I squeezed them firmly, then gently rubbed her nipples with my palm, then lightly flicked them with my fingertips, and lightly scratched the area around them with my nails. A moan immediately filled the air. "So good," she said.

I released her breasts, my hand slowly moving down to her thighs, caressing her through her clothes, pausing briefly in the middle before moving to her other thigh. After a few strokes, taking her by surprise, I slipped my hand under her elastic waistband, lifted her panties, and slid it towards her genitals. She initially tried to resist, but then seemed to give up. Above, I kissed her neck and ears, making it hard for her to breathe. "Come on in," she said, pulling me closer.

The lights weren't off yet. Honestly, I was still a little scared. No one would care if we slept together. But I gave up. I said, "Let's wait until the lights are off." She laughed, "Coward." My hand suddenly slipped between her thighs, touching a raised mound of flesh, a layer of smooth hair, and then found its soft spot. I gently caressed her with my palm, feeling her lower body arch upwards, as if responding to me. I slowly explored and parted her genitals, pulling them apart slightly, then gliding my fingers lightly until the entire area was wet.

Her lower body undulated more intensely. Her hips twisted continuously, and she made low, indistinct sounds. I didn't know what to do. To be honest, I had never done this with my hand before. And I didn't know if it was the same as sex.

Suddenly, I heard her say, "I want it." My blood rushed to my head, and without thinking, I threw back the covers, lifted her bra, and took her breast into my mouth. She let out a loud "Ah!" which startled me. I stopped what I was doing, quickly covered her with the blanket, and listened to the sounds in the carriage. A few people were chatting in their dialects, someone was putting a child to sleep, everything was so peaceful. We smiled at each other. I whispered, "Don't be so loud." She said, "I didn't mean to." I said, "Do you usually moan in bed?" She punched me lightly. I grabbed her hand and guided it slowly down, and she understood, heading straight for me. She stroked me through my clothes. "It's so big," she said. "Do you like it?" "Yes, I want it right now." Her hand reached for my belt, but I stopped her, "No, wait until the lights are out."

She unzipped my pants and reached inside. I had been hard for a while. She grabbed it first, squeezing it hard. Then she touched me up and down, as if to gauge the size. Then she clenched her fist and awkwardly began to stroke me. I hadn't done this in a long time, and I was very sensitive. Knowing that I would soon run out of stamina, I tried to stop her. She said, "Do you really want to ejaculate?" I said, "Yes. It's been a long time." She said, "Then let me help you come first." I looked at her suspiciously, surveying our surroundings. It seemed impossible. She said, "Sit up a little."

I had no choice but to take my hands out from under the covers and sit up a bit. She said, "Sit here." She patted the pillow. I understood. I took off my shoes, turned sideways, and sat against her head. I was wearing the coat she had taken off. If anyone saw us, as long as we didn't do anything, no one would know what was going on. Her head was mostly buried under the blanket, and under the cover of her coat, she pulled out my penis. She fiddled with it for a bit, then sniffed it. I was secretly relieved; thankfully, I had showered an hour before leaving the training course. There was definitely no odor.

She tilted her head up, brought her lips close to kiss it, and then stuck out her tongue to lick it, circling the glans. She also licked the frenulum and the tip with her tongue. I thought I'd met an expert, but when she swallowed it whole, I still felt she wasn't very skilled; her teeth kept scraping against me. I whispered, "Don't use your teeth." She looked up and said, "No, I'm not."

I covered her teeth with my lips. I understood, but I couldn't explain it clearly to her right away. Women cover their teeth with their lips to avoid scratching them, but this only involves the outer edge of the lips touching the man, which still makes him feel the hardness and stinging of the teeth. Actually, she should lift her lips, using the moist, soft inner edge to hold the man, sliding gently and naturally—that's much more comfortable. After a while, I still couldn't stand it and said, "Forget it, this is too difficult to achieve." She was tired too, so she gave up.

I slid down and lay next to her. She pulled the blanket up and draped part of it over me. We chatted. She said, "I'm not very good at it yet, I rarely do this." I said, "It's okay. I'm already very comfortable." Her hands slipped inside my clothes, pulling open my tight bra layer by layer, touching my body. Her small hands caressed my entire body, my waist, my abdomen, my chest, and then gently stroked my nipples. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. This felt much better.

My right hand unconsciously moved down again. It caressed her entire body, and then went to her secret garden, where it was already overflowing with desire. I kissed her ear and told her, "So wet." Then my tongue slipped into her ear and gently licked it. Her body reacted even more strongly. Like a fish in deep water, swimming around.

My left hand was used to stabilize myself on the narrow bed, so I couldn't use it fully. I let her lie on the other side. She turned to her side, making room for me. I supported myself with my left elbow, and my left hand began to wander over her chest. My lips licked her ear and neck, my left hand touched her nipple, and my right hand gently caressed her genitals, finally landing lightly on her clitoris, slowly rubbing it. Soon, she bit her lip, her face contorted in pain, and after a moment, her body trembled with tension. I knew she had reached orgasm. Once she

orgasmed, I couldn't continue stimulating her clitoris, or it would be uncomfortable. Her genitals were completely wet, slippery as oil. It was easy for my fingers to slip inside; this was my first time using my hand inside a woman's body. While exploring, I couldn't help but think about exploring the G-spot, something I'd always been clueless about.

The inner walls were smooth and swollen, very elastic. My fingers swirled and explored inside. With a little pressure, I reached the bottom. I felt a knot at the bottom; I pressed it, and she said that was probably the cervix. It probably wouldn't be comfortable. After several more swirling searches, I finally found a spot that was rougher than the inner walls. It wasn't big, about the size of a fingertip, and had a layered texture—this must be the G-spot. I pressed it firmly, swirling and rubbing my fingers around it. Suddenly, she lifted her head and sucked hard on my mouth. I continued pressing, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth, stirring violently. Suddenly, she let out a cry and her whole body went limp.

I was a little tired too, so I turned and lay on top of her, watching her slowly recover from the afterglow. This was the first time I'd lay on top of her; she was so soft, and through her clothes, my genitals pressed against her private parts. Knowing full well, I asked, "Did you climax?" "Yes, three times," she said. I was surprised; I thought it was twice. I said, "Want more?" She said, "I'm afraid you're too tired." I said, "I'm not tired." I lowered my head to kiss her nipples, gently kissing and sucking them. My genitals pressed against her forcefully, rubbing against her continuously.

She said, "Do you want to ejaculate?" I said, "No, I just want you to feel good." I didn't want to ejaculate like that. After rubbing against each other for a while, she came again. Both of us were covered in sweat on the winter train.

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