Do you still love me today?

We used to meet often outside of school, but today it feels like a lifetime ago. Flowers bloom and fade, always similar, but the person from back then is nowhere to be found
. Ruixin—isn't that a poetic name? At least that's how I felt when I first heard it.
The owner of this name was my girlfriend during university; she was my classmate.
We first met on our first day of university. Our counselor arranged a class meeting, mainly for introductions.
When it was her turn, she stood up gracefully and said, "My name is Ruixin, and I'm from Hangzhou."
Ruixin, what a lovely name. She had beautiful skin and a lovely voice
, like a radio host's—soft and gentle, just like the image of a Hangzhou girl I imagined. But there was one thing she
didn't quite fit my image of a Hangzhou girl: she was very tall, around 172cm, with exceptionally
long legs. She was wearing a white dress, her hair tied up, and she looked incredibly beautiful. Suddenly,
she reminded me of She-Ra from the animated series "She-Ra: Princess of Power" (
I bet many people born in the 80s haven't even seen this cartoon, haha, we're all old folks now). When I was little, She-
Ra was my idol.
I thought, "Wow, she's a real beauty! I can spend all my time with her now. Proximity breeds affection;
I'm going to make this one my darling." And that's how she entered my life.
After a brief meeting, she began her hedonistic university life. In today's fashionable terms,
her family was well-off and valued holistic education from a young age. She was proficient in playing various musical instruments and singing, and
every cell in her body exuded an artistic aura. Because she had been learning dance since childhood, she
had exceptional flexibility and walked with a particularly graceful gait. She might not be able to win the title of school beauty, but she was definitely
deserving of the title of department beauty.
This beautiful girl was aloof and arrogant. She was nice to female classmates, but treated male classmates like enemies
—very cold. Several trendy guys in the class, the kind who were self-assured,
pursued her relentlessly for a while, only to be completely rejected. When I heard about this, I felt incredibly
happy. Eventually, everyone gave up, thinking she was a saint and destined to be
a spinster (the term didn't exist then, but to use a current buzzword). She became a major
topic of conversation among the male students during their late-night talks, and everyone actively used their imaginations, fantasizing about her breasts, thighs, and buttocks, going to great
lengths in their fantasies. For me, she was also a frequent object of my masturbation; thinking about her always made me feel incredibly excited and
stimulated.
How could I approach her? I was a shy boy, and besides being good at studying, I didn't seem to have any other outstanding qualities
. My height was decent at 178cm, and the biggest problem was that we had no common interests.
Before I knew it, it was New Year's Day of my freshman year. Because of her excellent artistic talent, she naturally
became our class's arts and culture representative, responsible for organizing the class's New Year's Eve party.
At the party, she performed a folk dance. Her legs were perfectly toned and incredibly beautiful,
swaying like a little bird, making my heart flutter wildly. The top she wore while dancing was very tight, stretching her breasts so
much they seemed about to burst out. With each movement, her breasts would rise and fall, shift
left and right, arousing my intense desire. My god, I was completely captivated by her.
At that time, very few people in the class could dance, and even fewer could dance as well. After the party
, her dance moves became a new topic of conversation during our late-night talks. Every lecherous guy fantasized about her dancing
. Later, through the discussions among the male students, they unanimously proposed to
hold ballroom dancing training to better enrich the class's cultural life, hoping she would teach us ballroom dancing. Their true intentions were obvious to everyone—they all
wanted to have more physical contact with her.
Thus, the ballroom dancing training class began. She and several other female classmates who knew ballroom dancing
taught us boys. I was fortunate enough to be assigned to her group. Because we had classes during the day, she could only
teach at night. The soft music and dim lighting at night made her look even more beautiful. I remember the first time she taught
me, when I held her hand, it felt so soft, as if it had no bones. Her waist was also incredibly flexible.
When I got close to her, I felt a fragrance wafting towards me—a fragrance I had never smelled before.
Her top was very tight, hugging her chest tightly. I felt like a mountain was pressing down on me. She looked at me and led
me in steps. I was incredibly nervous, even afraid to look at her. My back was stiff, and I kept stepping on her feet.
My face was bright red. She probably found my appearance amusing and chuckled, saying, "Don't be nervous. The more nervous you are
, the harder it will be for you to learn.
" Her words made me even more nervous. I jumped a few steps, drenched in sweat. I said I needed to rest, and that she should teach
the other students first. And so, we had our first brief intimate encounter. After the training, I regretted it terribly
. I didn't wash my hands that night because I felt my hands smelled so good after holding hers. I couldn't bear to let go.
This feeling only comes with being in love. That night, I dreamed about her all night and even had a wet dream. What a sin
! What a sin!
This wonderful yet fleeting first time lasted for over two months. Spring arrived in the blink of an eye, and our class was going
on a trip to climb a mountain near the school. I was right behind her during the climb. She
was wearing jeans and a tracksuit top, looking very casual. During the climb, there was a particularly steep section of the path.
She was playfully interacting with the girls next to her when suddenly she seemed to trip over something, lost her
balance, and fell backward.
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Hehe, that's when it was my turn to catch her! I quickly grabbed her from below—or
rather, hugged her. When her hair brushed against my face, I felt a warm sensation, a
refreshing scent, and her fair neck came into view. However, saving her was the priority; I didn't have time to think about such
things. When I caught her, her face was pale with fright. She stared at me for a while before recovering.
When she realized I was still holding her, her face turned bright red, and she quickly pulled away from my embrace, lowering her head and whispering...
She said "thank you," and from then on, she was more enthusiastic towards me than towards other boys. This was a beautiful
beginning.
In the first semester of our sophomore year, we took a C programming course. I believe many of you have taken this course. The
course design was a rather large project, and we were divided into several groups. She and I were in the same group, and
I was the group leader. Towards the end of the semester, the course design was under pressure, and we
were working overtime in the lab every night.
One time, we were working very late. All the other students in the lab had already gone home.
When we finished, it was too late, and the lab building was already locked. We could only look at each other awkwardly and
go back to the lab. I said, "We finished the design today! We're finally free!" She was also very excited, so
we sat down and watched TV.
I remember watching "Tokyo Love Story," which was very popular at the time. I guess many people were
moved by this movie. We sat side by side watching it. She had a faint fragrance wafting from her. The laboratory
lights weren't very bright, and her skin looked incredibly white and delicate. I could almost feel her breathing
, and I guess she felt the same way. She was wearing a t-shirt and a denim skirt, her full
breasts straining against the fabric, almost bursting out.
I had a strong urge to touch her, so I tried to gently touch her hand. She
sensitively pulled back slightly. I didn't dare to rush. Around 2 a.m., she was clearly sleepy. As we watched, she tilted her head and
leaned against me. It felt so blissful. I put my right arm around her shoulder. She was probably too sleepy to
resist. I looked at her face and thought it was incredibly beautiful. I thought, "Never mind, I'll kiss her first."
I put her head on my knees and kissed her. She woke up at that moment and tried to push
me away, but she couldn't. Her lips were cool and soft. I pressed my mouth against hers and tried to put my tongue
in. At first, she was very uncooperative, so I tickled her under her armpit with my left hand. She opened her mouth, and my
tongue went in. At that moment, I didn't care about anything else; I just wanted to kiss her. It was my first kiss, and it felt incredibly
good. I wanted to bury my tongue inside her. Gradually, she cooperated, and our tongues
became intertwined.
Under the light, her cheeks were rosy, and her full breasts were heaving. I sensed she was aroused. I used
my left hand to pull her head back, and my right hand directly to her breasts to knead them. She weakly resisted for a
moment, then gave up. I gradually squeezed harder, and the feeling was wonderful. Thinking about this
sexual object of the whole class's fantasy, my penis grew harder and harder. My right hand went under her t-shirt and touched her bra
. When my hand first touched her nipple, I felt her whole body tremble. According to her later account, this
was also her first time.
I touched her for a while, but it wasn't enough, so I touched her thighs. Her legs were very sexy and long,
with almost no excess fat, making them feel great to touch. At this point, she got excited and hugged me tightly.
When I moved towards her inner thighs, she resisted fiercely. I couldn't stop her from touching my lower body, so I continued to touch her upper
body, and then her breasts. Actually, her breasts were quite large; I felt like I couldn't wrap my hands around them completely. So I pulled
off her t-shirt and kissed her nipples directly. She moaned softly, and her nipples intensely stimulated
me.
I secretly loosened my belt and placed her on the table. She seemed to resist strongly,
trying to clamp her legs together, not wanting me to touch her. I forcefully pried her legs open and pulled down her panties. She resisted,
but I ignored her and just pulled them off a bit. Then I kissed her genitals directly. She let out a soft "ah" and went completely limp
. There was a faint smell of urine, but it felt very good. I licked her vigorously with my tongue. She
kept writhing on the table. I used my right hand to guide my penis towards her genitals, trying to push it in, but I couldn't find
the right spot. I was sweating profusely with frustration. I guess everyone experiences this the first time. My penis kept
searching, and I kept kissing her. At that moment, I suddenly remembered our late-night chat and felt
a strong sense of accomplishment.
Just then, it seemed like my little brother found the door too, and he went in in a flash. It felt like stepping through a door
and suddenly finding myself on a wide, open road. The instant I entered, she let out a long moan,
which seemed like encouragement. I pushed harder, and when I touched her hymen, I thrust in forcefully.
She cried out in pain and pushed me away. I pulled out and saw some blood on my penis. She sat up,
covering her genitals with her hands, tears streaming down her face from the pain. At that moment, I didn't dare do anything more. I quickly comforted her,
apologized, and said I was too excited, asking for her forgiveness. She didn't say anything, just hugged me and cried.
Later, she told me that she had actually liked me since entering school, and had developed feelings for me after the last spring outing . Hehe, I finally got this beauty! Although I had her 　　, she wasn't satisfied
because the first time was painful, so she really wanted to find another opportunity to do it again.
Although our relationship was official,
we never had the right time or opportunity, so we could only have casual flings. However, we became more and more open
, and the video arcade near the school gate became our most frequented place. There, I trained her to become more
and more mature.
During the National Day holiday of our sophomore year, we went to Lushan. After arriving, we booked a hotel.
After entering the hotel, we put down our bags, exchanged ambiguous smiles, and embraced. We kissed passionately, and I took
off all her clothes, including her bra and underwear. Soon, she became my naked lamb. Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, and
her nipples were erect, though they appeared smaller because she was lying down. Between her two long, slender legs was a dark, dense
grove of hair. I sucked on it vigorously, and she responded passionately. On her perfect naked body, I freely
expressed my tenderness.
When I kissed her vulva, she was already completely immersed in pleasure, moaning. These moans
constantly teased me. After I undressed, I forcefully thrust my penis inside her, then lifted her legs up.
She placed her breasts on my shoulders and thrust forcefully, watching them jiggle as I did so. The stimulation was minimal, but her
body went limp, and she moaned and gasped loudly. I asked, "Honey, am I good?" She playfully replied, "I'll break
your little brother!" Hearing this, I became even more aroused, thrusting harder. The sounds of our genitals colliding intensified our
passion. I flipped her onto me, and she writhed wildly, completely devoid of her usual aloofness.
Her breasts swayed with her movements, and I touched them, kneading them forcefully. She cried
out, "Honey, knead harder, I want you!"
Looking at her alluring appearance, I felt incredibly
excited. I put her down and made her lie face down on the bed. Her waist was very graceful, forming an S-shape, her buttocks
were pert, and her legs were particularly attractive, somewhat like a Japanese adult film actress. Seeing this made me even more excited. I
thrust into her buttocks, kneading her breasts as I did so. She cooperated fully. Finally, I felt her whole body tremble, her eyes
glazed over, and her lower body contracting and flowing. I knew she was close to orgasm, so I thrust forcefully,
sending her to the peak of bliss. I also ejaculated amidst her moans.
From then on, we always found different opportunities to do it, trying different techniques. We continued like this
until graduation. After graduation, due to work locations, neither of our parents approved, and we gradually lost
contact. Although I later found a new girlfriend, I always thought of her whenever we were together, wondering
how she was doing. The thought of her alluring body being enjoyed by someone else filled me with immense pain.
My writing skills are limited, and I cannot fully describe the joy we shared, but this is a true
story from my past. I dedicate this to her in memory.

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