My apartment

>We were soaked to the bone when we arrived at my apartment in the pouring rain.

"Come on in!" I said, opening the locked door. Ya Jing, that little fangirl, had gone to great lengths to get in, and now that she was here, I was going to give her a "good time."

Ya Jing is my junior, and we're usually quite close. Since I don't have feelings for her, I always try to keep my distance out of conscience. But she's a bit too forward, often asking me to do things a boyfriend would do, like bringing her late-night snacks, helping her move things, or taking her to work. She also frequently uses academic matters as an excuse to get close to me and often asks to come to my apartment.

Today, I was taking her shopping, and on the way back, we got caught in the downpour, so I had to bring her back. Since I've already brought her back… hehehe! Actually

, her face is really cute, and there must be plenty of guys who like her. Why haven't I heard of anyone pursuing her? It's just that, to me, her short stature, her un-girlish personality, and her sloppy clothes don't fit my "elegant beauty" ideal.

"Hey!" She took the towel I offered, removed her hair clip, and dried her wet hair. Her fair skin, black hair, and focused expression were quite beautiful. This made me even more determined.

"I want to take a shower, do you want one?" It was a bit chilly, and I was soaking wet. Changing clothes and taking a hot shower would be perfect.

"I can borrow your clothes first, and you can return them to me when they're dry."

"Okay."

Whether it was a personal preference or a practical need, I expected her to agree. I found a shirt and a pair of athletic shorts in the closet for her.

"You go first!" I told her to go into the bathroom first, closed the door, and changed my wet clothes. Next, it was time to get into position!

The bathroom door was a bit old and not very private. There was a crack on the side of the door; if you pressed your face against it, you could see everything clearly. Hehe! Usually, I can only peek at my roommate's girlfriend showering, but today I finally "brought" my own!

Her figure was very voluptuous; although I don't know much about breasts, I'm sure it's at least a D cup or larger. I'm usually dazzled by those two mounds, but today I can finally see their true face. If all goes well, I'll have a good time playing with them later…

I held my breath and leaned in, and the alluring view was fully revealed before my eyes. Her skin was so white and tender, like a baby's. Although she was small, her breasts looked like a pair of papayas hanging on her head, making me want to stuff them in my mouth and choke on them. The less desirable feature was the excess fat on her buttocks and thighs, making her look a bit wobbly. Watching her wash herself, rubbing her hair, was a pleasant surprise, though; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to resist the urge.

After she finished washing, she put on my shirt and shorts—the only two pieces of clothing she had. After leaving the bathroom, I handed her a towel and hairdryer, telling her the dryer was on the balcony, and then I went to wash myself.

After the hot shower, I felt refreshed, and it was time to "enjoy" her. But there was no need to rush; being too hasty would only ruin things. The best approach was to let things happen naturally; if I didn't get to, so be it—that was my philosophy. Otherwise, I couldn't be a playboy, I'd only be a pervert. I opened the bathroom door and smiled slightly at her, who was sitting on the floor. Surprisingly

, she was unusually shy, contrary to her usual gossipy self. Right, since we weren't wearing much and had just showered, we looked like a young couple, and she was waiting for me... my wife! Although everything seemed to be going smoothly, she, despite her seemingly lively nature, was very wary of physical contact. So I couldn't be too impulsive!

"Take a break!" I turned on the radio; the music was relaxing. "After the rain stops and your clothes are dry, I'll take you home."

"Senior, your room is so beautiful," she said, pointing to my saxophone and asking, "What's this?"

I opened the case to show her; the saxophone, which I hadn't seen in a long time, was still sparkling. 1024xp.com

"Wow! Is that a saxophone? You can play it!" 1024xp.com

"No, it's just for show."

She flashed her signature smile, revealing two prominent canine teeth: "Can you play it for me?" 1024xp.com

"Next time! It's really loud. I always take it to the park to play, otherwise the neighbors will kick me out. 1024xp.com" Damn, it's been so long since I played it, my breath control is weak, can the sound even be heard? 1024xp.com

Next, she became like a curious child, wanting to look at my stereo one minute, and then wanting me to open the drawers for her the next, as if she wanted to dig up my entire room. Finally, she quieted down because I turned on the computer for her to play with. I didn't expect that she was the moderator of the "Changhua Edition" of our school's BBS, but she rarely managed it, just browsing articles when she was online. I also set up a game for her to play, taught her a few simple steps, and she started playing seriously, so I had to pick up a book and read by myself. Not long after

, she called out again, "Senior, how do I play this part?"

I went over to take a look, and it was indeed a rather difficult part. "Come on, let me help you." I bent down to play that part. However, it was a bit complicated, and I still couldn't pass it after a few tries.

She gave me half of her chair to sit on, and that's when things got interesting. Her soft, warm body pressed against mine. I held the mouse in one hand and casually put my other arm around her shoulder, and we started playing like that.

Because my attention wasn't on the game, I couldn't pass it no matter how I tried. She didn't seem to mind and just watched me play. When I finally passed it, I glanced at her and noticed that her face was flushed and her eyes looked strange. She probably had very little experience with this kind of thing! This innocent little girl was waiting for me to teach her a valuable lesson!

I gazed into her eyes and gently brushed her hair aside. She looked away and lowered her head. I cupped her chin and kissed her. Her

small lips seemed untouched. A light touch, the first time. The second kiss was deep. She was a little dazed, unresponsive. As I kissed her, my hands began to move. She still didn't react.

Her breasts were the largest I had ever touched. Through the thin shirt, I could feel their softness, it was so amazing! As I unbuttoned her shirt, she didn't even flinch.

"Senior..." she murmured, almost a moan. "You 're

so beautiful..." I said, glancing sideways at her body sitting on me, a perfunctory response. She was slightly plump, not conventionally beautiful, but undeniably alluring; my gaze was always drawn to her large breasts. What

truly made her beautiful was her skin; the phrase "smooth as satin," though cliché, was apt. While often described in literature, it was rare in reality, let alone something I could freely caress.

I carefully laid her flat on the floor, caressing her from head to toe where she might be an erogenous zone. A girl with no sexual experience seems to have erogenous zones all over her body; when I sucked on her nipple, she trembled; when I teased her abdomen, she moaned. I explored all the way to her clitoris.

I imagined myself as a butterfly. Have you ever seen a rough butterfly? No, so I treated that area very gently. Even so, she made a "woo..." sound, but I was sure it wasn't a sound of pain or crying, because her love juice gushed out like a spring.

I licked it with my tongue; the slightly pungent, tidal smell seemed to be inviting me in. So this is what "love like a tide" refers to—what a vulgar song.

I took out my long-awaited "big" penis, placed it at her entrance, lifted her waist, and slowly pushed it forward.

I was mentally prepared for what strange noises she might make, but to my surprise, she just trembled slightly, and I accidentally slipped inside her with a little force. Every girl's vagina is warm and moist; I've never encountered an exception. So

her vagina was no different from other girls'. I gently thrust in and out a few times, and seeing her virgin blood on my penis, I stopped, because the first time usually hurts. I changed my movements to swaying from side to side, and she made "woo-woo" sounds with my movements, until I ejaculated inside her. The rain stopped

, and on the way back to her place, she remained silent. I tried to coax her to talk, but contrary to her usual chatter, she only uttered a few words before lowering her head. To prevent her classmates from seeing, I drove her to the arcade and let her go inside by herself. 1024xp.com

But from that day on, she wasn't as clingy as before, and she always avoided me whenever we met. What was she thinking? I really didn't understand. Later, I learned from another junior that she had a very ugly boyfriend, who was their classmate. 1024xp.com

Maybe she was sexually frustrated? Or maybe she actually liked me, which is why she gave me her virginity with conflicted feelings. 1024xp.com

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She finally came into my apartment.

Back when I was studying in Taipei, I rented an apartment in Yonghe and lived there for two years. A lot happened during that time. 1024xp.com

I remember that day, I ran out of bamboo for my saxophone mouthpiece, so I went to a music store near Gongguan to buy some. When I entered the music store and saw the girl at the counter, I was surprised. 1024xp.com

Yi-jun!

She was my classmate in elementary school. Back then, she was a renowned talent in our class, not only excelling academically but also proficient in various arts such as art, music, and calligraphy. She was also very pretty, and by sixth grade, she had developed a beautiful figure. In fact, I had secretly liked her since fourth grade. Because of this, we never became very close. On one hand, elementary school students are always shy and awkward about these things, and on the other hand, her excellence made me feel inferior at a young age! Therefore, even though we were classmates in elementary school for so long, we hadn't exchanged more than twenty sentences.

She still had a pretty face and a beautiful figure, but she didn't seem to notice my presence, not even offering the basic "Welcome" a shop assistant should. She just kept wiping something in her hands. I didn't know what kind of musical instrument part it was; I just watched her wiping it repeatedly, looking completely lost in thought. Of

course, I've transformed from that naive boy into a heartthrob; it's impossible for me to be speechless upon seeing her again. But I still fondly remember those innocent feelings from my childhood, so I wasn't in a hurry to acknowledge her. Instead, I pretended to look at the products in the store while watching her reflection in the window, reminiscing about that youthful innocence.

It seemed she'd suffered some kind of setback! Naturally, I acknowledged her at the checkout. Although her face was plastered with smiles, it was clearly feigned. Driven by sympathy and curiosity, I wanted to help her cheer up.

I invited her to a small bar for a drink after work.

As we chatted, I learned she had graduated from university and was currently preparing for her college entrance exams. She worked three days a week at the music store, allowing her to study while working there.

After a few drinks, the topics of our conversation changed. I only found out then that her boyfriend was studying abroad and had recently broken up with her.

I thought so too; nothing but a broken relationship could make someone so devastated. I also told her about my first real breakup, hoping it would make her feel better.

So, we both arrived at my apartment, slightly tipsy.

After inviting her to sit on the floor, I opened a beer, and we continued drinking and chatting. I didn't offer many words of comfort, just let her tell her story and tried to help her process her emotions.

Suddenly, she blurted out, "Actually, I've always admired your simplicity. If I'm going to find another man, I want someone as honest and considerate as you."

If she knew I was no longer so simple and honest, she might lose hope in men! Before I could even decide how to respond, she had already rested her head on my shoulder.

I kissed her without hesitation. It wasn't that I was taking advantage of her; I knew that emotional pain could be relieved through passion, and I was helping her, in a way! Of course, my main purpose was to have some fun myself.

She boldly stuck out her tongue, licking my lips, her eyes hazy, her body exuding a mixture of her natural scent and the smell of alcohol. I remember when we were in elementary school, she would always leave a faint, sweet fragrance as she walked past me. That was my favorite scent, though I can't remember what it smelled like now. Now she's a mature, urban woman, and her scent is completely different from that of the little girl she was back then, but for me, being able to smell her fragrance again, that childhood dream, is still so sweet.

I pulled down the collar of her t-shirt and kissed her smooth shoulder. She gently pushed me away and took off her t-shirt and strapless bra.

This scene seemed to have appeared in my vague childhood sexual fantasies. Her figure wasn't as perfect as I'd imagined then; her skin was fair, her breasts small, and her nipples slightly brown. I also took off my shirt to satisfy her yearning gaze. I caressed her entire body, and she cooperated perfectly. Although I didn't know how many men she'd been with, she was clearly no stranger to this.

As children, both boys and girls were inevitably more active, and seeing a girl's underwear wasn't a big deal. She always wore white underwear. And what I was taking off her now was also white underwear, vaguely resembling the same style she used to wear.

Thinking of the past, I paused for a moment, then heard her panting in my ear: "I want it…give it to me now!" Hehe! What followed was something I, in my youthful ignorance of sex, could never have imagined.

(Of course! Back then, I didn't even know what a woman's genitals looked like, how could I possibly imagine it?)

She lay on her back, panting, her legs glistening with vaginal fluid. Since my junior's last visit, I figured there would be many more opportunities like this, so I bought a box of raincoats as spares. I put on the raincoat and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina.

Her expression was intense, but she only bit her lower lip, not making a loud sound. With each thrust, she gradually began to moan. I swayed back and forth, kneading her breasts, while she pressed her hands against my chest.

It wasn't long before I ejaculated. We were perfectly in sync, as if destined to be partners.

"Forget him!" I whispered, lying beside her, stroking her sweaty, shoulder-length hair. She smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Afterwards, she came to my apartment several more times, and we always made love there; sometimes she would stay overnight. 1024xp.com

But neither of us made any promises to the other. Perhaps the hurt she suffered before still lingered in her mind, and I knew I wasn't someone she could entrust her life to, preferring that she only see me as a source of comfort. 1024xp.com

Not long after, she passed the national civil service exam and returned to work in the south. We haven't seen each other for several years. At the next class reunion, we'll probably be the two classmates who are most "familiar" to each other! 1024xp.com

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