Spending the night alone with a beautiful classmate

Another National Day holiday has passed. Although toll-free highways are a national benefit, I hope everyone will not rush for this small benefit, leading to various unsafe driving behaviors on the highway. I personally witnessed a car accident on the highway, which was very regrettable. For your own safety and the safety of your loved ones, please slow down and drive safely. Okay, enough chit-chat.
Last year's National Day holiday was a perfect one for me, not because of the eight consecutive days off, nor because I went to my dream travel destination, but because I spent a night alone with my beautiful classmate H.
H and I were high school classmates and deskmates for two years, so we were quite close. She was the pure and lovely type, somewhat similar to Gigi Lai, so she had many admirers in high school. Because we were deskmates, many classmates exclaimed that I was incredibly lucky, but friends, deskmates usually don't pursue each other; they choose to be chat partners. I believe some of you can relate to this. So at the time, I simply chose to be her good friend. Just when I was about to pursue her, H told me she had a boyfriend. I could only lament the cruel twist of fate, how unfair life was, I was just a little too late. After that, because we were both in university, our contact decreased significantly compared to high school, and my heart gradually calmed down.
What reignited the passion in my heart was a day during the National Day holiday. It happened to be our high school classmate Z's wedding, a rare opportunity for a class reunion. Z invited a large group of us to gather in N city, including me and HH, who were already married. I wonder if it's because she's a wife that she seems more mature and attractive. Personally, I prefer mature women. Since we've always been close, H and I ended up sitting at the same table at the banquet.
Meeting and chatting with a beautiful woman was naturally exciting and fun, and I had a vague feeling that some opportunity was waiting for me. During the banquet, while chatting animatedly with my buddies, I was also whispering to H, which annoyed these guys who, adhering to the principle of breaking up couples at class reunions, kept whistling, teasing, and trying to matchmake H and me. This situation benefited our classmate Z; we all finished all the drinks on the table, and when Z and his wife came to toast, they only had to drink a few beer as a token punishment before being let go. Near the end of the banquet, since H had also had a few drinks and didn't live in N city, I asked her what her plans were afterward. H replied that she would see if any classmates were going to B city, and if so, she could take her back with them.
As luck would have it, after the banquet, no one was going with H, so I had my chance. "Why don't you stay at my place tonight? You can stay in the room, and I'll sleep on the sofa," I asked. "It's been so long, we can chat." "Okay," H turned around, blinking her big eyes, showing a different side of herself than usual. I felt like she was breathing on my face; women are definitely more alluring when they've had a drink. So we took a taxi back to my place.
On the way, I started nervously planning, wondering if anything would happen that night. Actually, H and I still had a good relationship, we talked about everything, but we hadn't reached the point of discussing sex. So tonight's focus was on how to break this balance and find a new breakthrough.
About half an hour later, we arrived at my place. As soon as we entered, H said, "Do you have any clothes I can borrow as pajamas? I want to shower first, I'm a little dizzy." Hearing this, I was stunned, but also overjoyed. I didn't even need to do my usual calculations anymore; there was a chance, definitely a chance. I replied, "Okay, wait a minute." I immediately rummaged through my drawers and found a slightly smaller shirt and handed it to her (you know what I mean).
H took the shirt and went straight to the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of a shower came from the bathroom, and I immediately regretted it. If I had taken her to a hotel, I could have admired her bathing through the special glass bathroom window.
After she finished showering, H looked as alluring as I'd imagined in her shirt. Except for her tight chest, the rest of her clothes were loose. The shirt was a little too long for her, but that was fine, since she wasn't wearing trousers, and I could vaguely see her white panties underneath. Maybe I'm just more attracted to women in shirts, but I felt my desire flare up. My penis stood erect, and my eyes were fixed on H.
I had to hurry and shower too, to at least conceal my awkward expression and posture. After showering, H lay down on the bed and watched TV. I'd really wanted to have sex while showering, but after considering everything, I figured the chances were good and I shouldn't waste my ammunition. So I held back, hoping I wouldn't ejaculate too quickly when the time came.
I quickly finished showering and, without even thinking about sleeping on the sofa, shamelessly sat on the edge of the bed. Would I be doing my penis a disservice by sleeping on the sofa at a time like this? A woman wearing a man's shirt is attractive to me, let alone a beautiful woman lying in bed, her side-lying position drawing my attention even more. The blanket perfectly outlined her S-curve, making me want to strip her naked and have my way with her. My second brother once again expressed my inner thoughts in a timely manner. Of course, first, as usual, I asked H if she wanted to chat. H glanced back at me; I was still wearing beach shorts and a t-shirt, and I replied yes. So we started chatting about all sorts of things, getting deeper and deeper into the conversation. That's when I learned that she was divorced (her marriage was rushed; she met her ex-husband through a friend, and they had only been together for a little over six months. Everyone was skeptical of the marriage, but she had never mentioned the divorce to anyone). She wouldn't say the specific reasons. I started comforting her, gently stroking her forehead and playing with her hair. Then she said, "You can hug me if you like." What was I waiting for? Wasn't this the moment I'd been waiting for all night? I immediately rolled over and pinned her down. I glanced at her; she had slightly turned her head away, offering no resistance—that was tacit consent. I was about to kiss her when she stopped me. "Don't kiss me on the lips." Our eyes met, and I felt incredibly awkward. The lust that had surged within me instantly subsided by half. After a five-second internal struggle, I resigned myself to it. Whatever, if she wouldn't kiss me, so be it. I started kissing her neck, her ears, targeting her sensitive areas, while simultaneously caressing her entire body. Her shirt was quickly removed. Although her breasts weren't large, only a B cup, they were firm and felt soft and comfortable to the touch. Her nipples were rather large. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, gently biting and licking it, while teasing the other nipple with one hand and sliding the other hand downwards. "Mmm~" H began to moan softly, encouraging my next move. When my hand touched her buttocks, H visibly trembled. Her buttocks were pert and felt wonderful to the touch, even more so than her breasts, fueling my lust even more.
But just as I was about to enter, she stopped me again, saying she wasn't ready and would have to use her hand. Heaven and hell shifted in that instant; I was incredibly sad. Had my prize just slipped away? Seeing my predicament, she kissed my cheek. I snapped out of it, thinking that only by continuing could there be any further possibility. So I used my fingers to enter her secret garden. Her vagina was shallow; I reached the bottom as soon as I inserted them, and she trembled every time I touched the top. The image of Japanese teacher Kato quickly flashed into my mind—the golden finger, only he could do it. With my left hand, I pinched her left breast, teasing her nipple occasionally, burying my head in her lower abdomen, gently kissing and licking, while my right hand continued its gyratory motion on her vagina. Her moans became high-pitched and seductive, growing louder and faster, her breathing labored. After about five minutes, she finally trembled all over. This time it was particularly intense; I knew she had orgasmed, but unfortunately, I didn't experience the legendary squirting.
Before she could recover, I immediately launched my second offensive, and this time it worked. Midway through, she grabbed my hand, saying she hadn't had sex in a long time, and I had aroused her so much that she now begged me to enter her. I was overjoyed; this time, her permission quickly soothed my tired fingers. I quickly guided her to turn over, lying face down on the edge of the bed, and thrust into her from behind. Her penis was tightly enveloped; indeed, this feeling was something fingers couldn't experience. I reached forward with one hand, kneading her firm breasts, and with the other, I gripped her firm buttocks, occasionally slapping them, while my hips moved incessantly, feeling waves of tingling sensations emanating from her body. Her moans grew louder, making me thrust even harder. We had already had enough foreplay; the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one were no longer necessary. I thrust firmly into her, and she responded to my movements, twisting her hips in rhythm, leading us step by step towards climax. With H's almost screaming moans, I ejaculated all over her breasts. That night, we did it four times, trying countless positions, and without a condom. Of course, I never ejaculated inside her; it was all on her breasts, buttocks, and stomach. The next morning, we did it again, but unfortunately, I didn't ask for oral sex, and I didn't experience the pleasure of it. I hinted at it during the process, and it seemed H didn't like oral sex. And so, I finally slept with the beautiful woman I'd longed for.
The next morning, we were the same as before, chatting and laughing, until after breakfast when I saw her off to her car.
I knew there would be other opportunities.
[The End]

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