Neighbor Wang's Anecdotes: Xiaoyun (Part 1)

Synopsis: This story revolves around my close encounter with a girl after high school graduation, and our subsequent romantic relationship after she became a factory worker. The beginning:

When I met her, she was staying with her relatives before starting high school, living next door to me. This could be considered part of the "Neighbor Wang" series. She was a pretty girl, with big eyes, medium height, dark skin, and a cute little rabbit tooth when she smiled. Youth is wonderful—good skin, lots of energy, strong curiosity, and a fascination with the mysterious world.
Because we lived close by, we naturally had a lot of contact, and the girl wasn't wary at all, often coming to my house. I heard she had a "relationship" with a guy from our factory, but I don't know if it's true, though I believe it's not just hearsay. Like a flower in full bloom, a bee will naturally fly around it; I'll seize the opportunity to get a bite.
The turning point came one Sunday afternoon when a close colleague came to my house to watch TV. Back then, not many people had color TVs, and Xiaoyun also came to watch TV. I went to the next room for something, and when I came back, my colleague was pinning her down on the bed and kissing her. She didn't resist, letting him grope her. When he saw me coming, he was still on top of her. Only after I said, "What are you doing?" did he reluctantly let go of the girl, and we continued watching TV together. Xiaoyun often came to my house alone, and I never had any other thoughts about her. Having a young and pretty girl around every now and then is quite nice, why do you have to push her down? But what my colleague did made me remember it, and slowly I started to have dirty thoughts. A few

weeks

later, she came to my house again. At that time, I was learning Wubi typing. Computers were just becoming popular, and I was practicing on a learning machine. The learning machine basically only had a keyboard, a card inserted, and was connected to the TV. She also wanted to learn, so I had her sit at the desk, and I was behind her. I concluded that this position was the best way for a man to touch a woman's body without making either of them feel embarrassed. Then I began my demonstration, standing behind her, inhaling the unique scent emanating from her, which easily accelerated the secretion of male hormones. I patiently taught her how to place her hands, which fingers covered which areas, step by step. The chair she was sitting on had no backrest, so I was essentially half-embracing her from behind as I taught her, and I felt a strange sensation. She learned very quickly, and I praised her. She seemed quite happy, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot from her eyes. I couldn't help but hug her. She trembled slightly, without making a sound. Gradually, our physical contact increased, and towards the end, I lowered my head, burying my nose in her hair and rubbing it against hers a few times. She must have felt my warm breath and the friction of my nose, for she only uttered a soft "good." It seemed she enjoyed this intimacy and didn't resist at all.

From the first practice session to the subsequent ones, we seemed to have become accustomed to this physical intimacy. If we sensed someone moving outside, we would immediately separate, as if we had an unspoken understanding. She seemed to have a dependence on me, often coming to my house for no particular reason. Since my wife worked in a different place and I lived near her workplace, it gave me opportunities. Time flew by, and she was about to graduate. One night, on the eve of her graduation, she told her relatives she was going to a classmate's house, but instead came straight to my place. I knew that after graduation, I probably wouldn't see her again, and I started to have thoughts about taking things further. As soon as she entered, I hugged her, laid her down on the bed, and began kissing her. She didn't resist, nor did she return the kiss passionately; she simply let me do as I pleased. One of my hands began to slip inside her shirt, touching her breasts…

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