Developing Wife's Memories - Part 1: Encounter

In 2017, I was 24 and my wife was 22. We were both studying at a teachers' college in Jinan. I was a senior, and my wife was a junior. Back then, I was brimming with youthful energy. Haha, without being narcissistic, I'd say I was pretty good-looking. I was playing basketball on the court and wanted to show off a bit. I tried to do a "back-to-the-basket" shot with my back to the basket, but I messed up. I used too much force and the ball flew straight into a girl's head, knocking her down. I rushed over to check on her. She was surrounded by a group of her girlfriends, who were calling out to her with concern, "How are you, Zhenzhen?" "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" "Who's so blind? Don't they know how to play basketball?"... Hearing this, I felt even more guilty and quickly squeezed through the crowd to apologize. When I finally squeezed through the crowd, I saw the girl in full: she was half-sitting on the lawn, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, wearing a pure white long-sleeved dress and sandals that encased her delicate feet. She had pretty features, large eyes, and long eyelashes. Although she wasn't wearing makeup, her pure and innocent aura was overwhelming. It was quite hot in October, and the girl had a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, one hand covering her head, her expression slightly angry… Yes, this was my future wife, and this was my first encounter with her.
Later, I became infatuated with Zhen. After a series of clichéd courtship attempts, all my roommates pitched in to help me win her over. The process was quite boring, so I won't go into details.
Let me tell you about our first date, because it left a deep impression on me, so I'll share it with you.
It was winter then (I had been pursuing her for over a month). We arranged to meet on QQ at 6:30 PM on Friday night at the university town's commercial street for dinner and a movie. I was a little nervous about our first date, so I went to the barbecue restaurant we had arranged to meet in advance to reserve a table and started waiting anxiously. A little after six o'clock, she messaged me saying she had arrived. I looked out the door and couldn't believe it—she was so beautiful! She was dressed very sexily and had put on makeup, including a deep red lipstick (she had never worn makeup before; we had talked about it before, and she said it wasn't that she didn't know how, but she wasn't used to it. She only wore makeup for important occasions, so it was clear she valued this date). Looking at her from top to bottom, her hair was obviously styled into the most popular big waves of the time, which still look fashionable today. Her makeup was exquisite; while her face still had a pure look, it also had a touch of allure. She wore a long white trench coat over a black low-cut top, the corduroy fabric inlaid with shimmering sequins. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and didn't sag at all; it was hard to tell if they were natural or just the effect of her bra. Looking further down, her breasts were even more impressive. Wow, she was wearing black tights and black stockings, which made her already slender legs look even more shapely. She wore brown boots that reached her ankles, and the high heels made her look even taller... Seeing how beautiful she was, I was stunned for a moment, then I restrained my lecherous gaze and invited her to dinner. She sat across from me while we ate. It was too hot in the room, so she took off her trench coat and wore only a low-cut top. When she looked down to eat, the cleavage of her chest would be faintly visible. I stared at her the whole time and didn't even focus on eating... After dinner, we went to see a movie, "The Ex-Files 3." She cried a lot, probably because of a story about her ex-boyfriend. I asked her, "Did you think of your ex?" She replied, "No, I just found it touching." I handed her a tissue to wipe her tears, and then tried to hug her. She didn't refuse. Then I took advantage of the situation and touched her thigh. When I touched it, I realized that she was only wearing black stockings, not tights. Women are really ruthless to themselves. Wearing black stockings in this weather would freeze you to death. Then my other hand was not idle either, and I touched her breasts. Just as I got close to her breasts, I was stopped. I couldn't go too far on our first date, so I could only silently take my hand away. After the movie, it was already dark when we left the theater, and there weren't many people on the street. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I grabbed her head and started kissing her forcefully. At first, she could only mumble and shake her head as I covered her mouth, but I didn't let go. I pried open her teeth with my tongue and forced it into her mouth. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was soft too. I kissed her for what seemed like several minutes. She started to resist and then gradually responded, but I could tell that her French kissing technique wasn't very skillful. Finally, her legs went weak, so I used my right hand to support her buttocks to prevent her from collapsing to the ground. My other hand roamed between her breasts, while my mouth continued its assault. Then, my right hand began to violate her forbidden area. The moment I touched her black stockings, I felt the sticky, slippery fluid flowing through them. At that moment, she trembled violently, and then seemed to suddenly come to her senses. I was stopped... I forgot what happened after that; my memory is hazy. Anyway, we went back to school together and didn't go to a hotel.

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