That year, that month, that autumn

That September, in early autumn, clutching the acceptance letter I'd longed for all summer, I embarked on
my journey westward to pursue my studies… The rumble of the train, mingled with the creaking of
the tracks, told a story of my emotions.
My family had poured everything they had into my education, and I secretly vowed to live up to their expectations! The towering
mountains and deep valleys of Yunnan were a testament to the wonders of nature. "South of the Clouds"—Yunnan, a
place that captivated me. The "Eighteen Oddities of Yunnan," "Dali Ancient City," "Jade Dragon Snow Mountain"...
words I knew kept popping into my head. Yes, this was truly the first time I had left that small mountain village, traveling thousands of miles to
study in Kunming, the "Spring City."
After more than forty hours of travel, I arrived at my chosen school at dawn. The early autumn morning
wind was dry and crisp, which was quite a shock for someone like me who had always lived in the south.
Altitude sickness and the intense ultraviolet radiation felt like double-edged swords pricking my fragile body.
"Hello, are you here to register?" A clear voice rang in my ears, and I stood there, stunned.
"Oh, yes, I'm from class XX of grade XX..." I answered tremulously.
"Please come with me, let me help you with your luggage..." Before I could answer, she had already reached out and taken my luggage
. A wave of emotion washed over me. Yes, when you're traveling, even the smallest act of kindness from others makes me incredibly grateful.
Perhaps I'm just a sentimental person with overflowing emotions. Soon, with her help, all the formalities were completed. I
was about to thank her when she spoke first: "I'm from Class 2 of the Fine Arts Department, my name is Chen Jing..." "Chen
Jing, what a beautiful name," I thought to myself. "You can come to me if you need anything in the future. It's nice to meet you,"
she said, extending her hand. "It's nice to meet you too, thank you," I quickly reached out my hand... Her
hand was smooth, slender, and fair with a rosy tint—the kind of hand only city people should have! In a flash, our hands were still
clasped, and I saw a blush on her face; she was embarrassed. Actually, I was the one who was embarrassed.
Our class teacher was a recent college graduate, surnamed Zhao. She wore delicate glasses and wasn't very tall.
I heard she was an outstanding graduate, so she stayed on to teach. Actually, none of this really mattered to me.
Even though I was so inconspicuous in this class, I still thought of Chen Jing from time to time—that
shy city girl.
My simple yet monotonous school life began. Suddenly one day, I received a job offer from the school newspaper, and I
became an active member of the arts community, a literary youth. "Hehe..." It really felt like a dream. Coincidentally,
the girl I had been longing for was working as an art editor at the newspaper. I thought I wouldn't miss this opportunity, because before this,
we were like two familiar yet strangers who
met by chance, exchanging nods and smiles at each other at the school gate, on the street, on the playground, in the cafeteria... Being with her was happy and radiant; even the suppressed inferiority complex in my heart
became open. After careful consideration, and seriously—it was my first time asking a girl out—she actually agreed.
"We went on a date!" I shouted in my heart.
After evening self-study, I was still wearing that faded blue t-shirt and
the white faux leather shoes my mother had bought for me when I came to school, waiting happily at the back gate of the school. The dim light couldn't diminish
my anticipation for her. Even though my palms were sweating with nervousness, I was oblivious. I eagerly awaited her arrival
… From afar, I spotted her, lost in thought, walking along the roadside. She drew closer. Tonight
, she seemed a little melancholy. Her beige dress made her look delicate and refined, but it couldn't hide
her unhappiness.
"What's wrong, Jingjing? Are you troubled?" I asked with concern.
"Nothing," she said, walking towards the school gate. I silently followed behind, not wanting to disturb her.
Outside the school gate was the newly built ring road. The streetlights were just coming on, their glare almost blinding. Perhaps because it was newly built
, there were few cars and hardly anyone around. I followed her slowly up the pedestrian overpass, holding onto
the railing. The evening breeze was pleasant.
"It feels so good. I just want to feel this breeze," she finally spoke.
"As long as you like, I'm willing to come here with you every day," I said timidly. "Jingjing, did
someone bully you?"
I turned to stare at her, and unexpectedly, tears streamed down her face. My heart skipped a beat
.
"Tianqi, how could he do this to me?" "
Him? That 'him'?" I muttered to myself. "Oh, I know, it's that playboy from the computer science department
. I heard he pursued Jingjing. That bastard must have bullied her."
I didn't know how to answer her, but I still said indignantly, "What's so
great about someone like that that you should cry for? He doesn't deserve it!"
"But I feel like I've been tricked. Is love just something to play with in his eyes? He's juggling
multiple relationships. Don't you think I'm stupid..." she continued to murmur.
After she said that, I understood. That playboy was a real jerk; he wouldn't
cherish a girl like that. I was secretly pleased that my chance had come.
I turned around, put my hand on her small shoulders to face me, and stared at her, saying, "Jingjing, he doesn't know how
to cherish you or care for you; he's a bastard. But believe me, I will treat you well and cherish you. I really
like you, and I'm willing to take responsibility for you for the rest of my life..." Tears welled up instantly, like an unstoppable torrent
. Jingjing hugged me tightly, letting her tears fall freely onto my shoulder. Perhaps she was truly moved by me
. Human emotions are really strange. Sometimes, in an instant, a word, a glance, a small
gesture can draw two hearts closer. We truly fell in love in that instant; the current at that moment was truly high
voltage. Her tight hug touched my anxious heart and calmed my tension. I wrapped my arms around
her small waist, held her close, and whispered in her ear, "It's okay, silly girl, I'm here for you."
"Don't be afraid of anything..." She looked up at me, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh, my little one, she
needs so much comfort, so much care." My mind went blank. I met her bright eyes with deep affection and involuntarily
kissed her small lips.
"Ugh..." A muffled groan escaped from Jingjing's nostrils. Our tongues were still locked in a fierce intertwining,
like two dancing snakes, sometimes rolling, sometimes contracting. Sweet, smooth, swollen... indescribable. Our breathing
grew heavier, but the heavier we were, the more we wanted to hold each other tighter, as if we wanted to use all our strength
in our tongues to extract each other's sweetness.
We rested for a moment, looked at each other and smiled, then continued our passionate embrace, even more intense. Our hands
explored and sought each other's bodies. Unconsciously, my hand reached her armpit, and then moved towards her proud
breasts. The thin dress couldn't hide my assault on her firm breasts. I really didn't expect that
someone with such delicate features would have such full breasts.
Feeling her breasts swelling, I continued to rub them passionately. "Hmm..." Jingjing was also
enjoying the pain and pleasure, her heavy nasal sounds revealing her delight. My hands continued downwards, resting
on her pert buttocks, gently caressing them. Suddenly, my hands tightened. "Ah...so comfortable..." Jingjing was startled; I
could clearly feel a warmth from her lower body as I pressed against her.
My hands continued downwards, caressing her thighs, slowly pulling up her skirt. I had already touched her
skin, but she was completely unaware, still lost in the act of swirling her tongue... Her slippery thighs
felt like catching loaches as a child, making my palms itch with an urge to grope her wildly, but I still carefully moved my
hands, slowly reaching the cleft beneath her buttocks, moving them from side to side. She was wearing a pair of
lace-trimmed briefs. Lace-trimmed panties might look stimulating, but they didn't really feel comfortable to the touch; they were a bit awkward
. My hand, from behind, traced her cleft and reached forward, trying to touch her vulva through her panties. It was wet and
sticky; her juices had soaked her panties, which only fueled my lust. I quietly lifted
the edge of her lace panties with my right hand and slipped it inside. "Oh…" I couldn't help but groan.
Her overflowing juices soaked my fingertips. I caressed her vulva with abandon. Perhaps it was too stimulating, because I felt
her buttocks wriggling, as if welcoming my touch, while she made continuous "humming…
" sounds, a chorus of muffled moans filling the air. My fingers became increasingly restless, slowly
probing and stirring within her vulva… Suddenly, a surge of heat gushed out, covering my hand. My hands
temporarily withdrew to continue kneading her pert buttocks, but my rock-hard penis continued to rub against her vulva through her panties
. My tongue darted out of her mouth, moving to her neck, licking and sucking like a puppy, and of
course, her earlobes weren't spared either.
Under my continued licking and passionate kisses, Jingjing was sinking deeper and deeper into ecstasy. She let out seductive moans,
"Ah ah..." while wrapping her fair arms around my waist. She was no longer satisfied with my light kisses, frantically
sucking on my lips and my neck, as if she wanted to devour me. In fact, women are sometimes crazier and more
wild than men; when she is not satisfied, she will desperately seek and explore. Her little hands then also reached
inside my t-shirt, caressing my back and spine, slowly slipping through the belt and gripping my
buttocks. Fortunately, my buttocks were still quite tight, firm, and elastic. With each grasp and release of her delicate pink hands,
my hips moved rhythmically back and forth, driving her to a frenzy of desire. I was no longer willing to
let her torment me like this, so I freed one hand to pull down my zipper, yanking off my faded, yellowish-white panties until they were below my testicles
. The elastic of the panties pressed my testicles tightly against my already throbbing, burning penis. Jingjing seemed to understand
something, but she couldn't resist the torment of her uncontrollable lust. Though her expression was full of shame, she
was already unable to stop. My penis, now free of obstruction, pressed freely against her vulva through her panties. I could even feel
my penis, along with her panties, already penetrating her vulva several inches, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. Jingjing's
kiss swept over me like autumn leaves in the wind, accompanied by moans. I thought it was time, so I quickly lifted her
panties, bent down, and pressed my penis against her vulva. With a thrust of my hips, and a long,
soul-stirring moan of "Ah!", my red and swollen penis slid in, completely soaking deep inside her warm, tight vagina
. I also let out a roar of "Ah..." from the bottom of my throat. It felt so good, like my body was
floating, like I was in heaven. Jingjing truly lived up to her reputation as the goddess I had been dreaming of day and night, the one who had captivated me. My tingling penis
rubbed tightly against Jingjing's vulva. At this moment, she had let go of all her shyness, her pert buttocks
swaying back and forth in rhythm with my movements. Her hands were tightly wrapped around my waist, and I used the most powerful thrusts
, the fastest sprints, and the most intense friction to bring Jingjing to the peak of her sexual desire.
"Oh... Qi... You're so amazing... Oh... I feel so good...
" "Ah... Ah... So good... Thrust harder... I want..."
"Don't stop... Ah... So good... So good... I'm going to die..." Watching Jingjing's ecstatic moans
, I was intoxicated; my desire to conquer and my confidence returned.
I stopped thrusting, pulled out my penis to rest briefly, then gestured for Jingjing to place her hands on the railing, lifting her
bouncy little buttocks and pointing them towards my penis. Taking a deep breath, I gripped my penis with one hand and pulled her panties
down to her knees with the other, aiming at her honeypot and inserting it. Another "Ah!" came from Jingjing as she turned to look at me,
her flushed face adorned with a satisfied smile. I returned her an even more lewd smile, my lower body
continuing its restless activity inside her vagina. With each thrust, I saw her proud breasts swaying beneath her dress
, a truly beautiful sight. I couldn't resist freeing one hand from her pert buttocks to caress her swaying breasts
, kneading and pinching them. Jingjing couldn't help but cry out, "Ah... mmm... Qi... I love you... mmm...
don't stop... harder... thrust harder into my little hole... ah..." Hearing these cries filled me with boundless passion.
I gasped for breath and said to her, "I love you too... Jing... do you like this... ah..."
My penis thrust forcefully into Jingjing's gushing, wet vagina. Her labia
flipped and rolled in and out with each powerful thrust, tender and glistening with moisture, dripping down her pubic hair, leaving
damp patches on the overpass floor.
"Ah... ah... Qi... ah... be gentle... I'll be fucked to death... ah..." I didn't care about
anything else, continuing to thrust wildly, giving her no room to maneuver. Jingjing moaned with pleasure with my movements
, her body writhing as if electrocuted, "Ah... oh... so deep... mmm... so good...
oh... I can't take it... I... I'm going to die..." Jingjing cried out in unrestrained ecstasy. My swollen penis
thrust violently in and out of her wet little hole. The feeling of fullness and engorgement ignited her desire, and her pert,
white, tender buttocks writhed up and down to meet my vigorous assault.
"Oh... Jing... your pussy is so tight... so wet... so slippery... oh... so good!" I
pounded and swung my penis, attacking her little hole with sharp force. Jingjing really excited me, she really fascinated me.
I was in ecstasy. She was a beautiful gift from heaven, and I would cherish her dearly.
We returned to the starting position, except that her panties were now hanging on one leg. I lifted
her other leg with one hand and held her waist with the other, my penis continuing to enjoy her honey hole. I used the last
bit of my strength to thrust rapidly, my penis withdrawing from the entrance of her hole again and again, only to plunge straight into her core. After about a hundred
thrusts, Jingjing's vagina suddenly tightened, her cervix scraping and sucking at my glans. A surge of heat
assaulted my glans, making it difficult for me to hold back my ejaculation. I thrust my glans deep into her vagina with pleasure, letting out a low growl as my semen
gushed out rapidly.
Perhaps it was the powerful surge of heat from my glans, pressed tightly against her clitoris, that stimulated Jingjing's heart.
With a cry of "Ah…", Jingjing went limp, her hands resting on my shoulders, panting heavily, her eyes glazed.
I gently lowered her legs, soothing her surging heart, and dreamily brushed the stray hairs from her forehead…
After the passion subsided, a gentle calm followed. We didn't say much, just embraced and slowly returned to the campus
. I enjoyed this feeling, like a loving couple who would never leave each other.
After that, the quiet corners of the campus became our favorite places for intimacy. We freely poured out our sweat,
greedily taking from each other. Although our love story had its share of unpleasant moments—for example, I was accidentally and
kindly expelled by our homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhao—we still persevered until graduation. Ultimately, due to her parents' circumstances, I
couldn't keep her with me as I struggled in the beautiful spring city of Kunming.
To this day, I still can't let go of that feeling. Perhaps if we had held firm to our principles and refused to bow to worldly pressures, we would have a
large family by now!
That autumn, I met the first girl in my life. The gentle, tender feelings
I felt for her still linger in my memory; her every smile still captivates me…
The melody of "Colorful Clouds of Yunnan" still echoes, but the girl I promised to give my life to is no longer by my side. I often find myself reminiscing, thinking about everything from the past, the youthful infatuation, the 　　passionate moments
of our first date … 　　 It seems I was truly wrong, utterly wrong.

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