Life goes on, so does sex (Remembering her – Awei 1)

The past is like smoke,
vanishing before our eyes.
Even saying goodbye couldn't warm your gaze
. Everything you gave me was just a perfunctory gesture.
The more innocent your smile, the wilder my love for you became
...

A song by a pop icon, "Goodbye Kiss," opened the door to memories. Recalling the past brings regret and longing, but mostly, it's just an imprint, deeply etched in my mind. The hormones of youth stained our hands, leaving behind a trail of tissues. Studying the mysteries of the body, exploring the opposite sex's form—this must truly be an animal instinct.

Occasionally, I stumbled upon a 69 website, as if opening Pandora's box. So, it really is possible to play like this! If everyone has a dark side, a twisted psychology, then I only want to use this platform to remember my past love. Sex is beautiful, so I'll record this beautiful moment.

Below, I'll try to recreate my girlfriend's state at the time, using time as the axis. I write what I speak, just for my own comfort. It might be rambling, even disjointed in form and spirit. I simply want to leave behind a few words, and perhaps someone will enjoy reading them? In line with the purpose of the 69 website, I'll try to lean towards sex, but I'm not good at describing sexual scenes. Fantasizing is my forte, but my writing skills are limited, so the effect may often be less than satisfactory. Please don't criticize too harshly. Also, because of the era, I think fellow early 80s netizens should be able to relate, while those born in the 90s might find my story old-fashioned, haha.

This feeling can only be cherished in retrospect, for at the time, it was all in vain. In 2004, I should have been 24 years old. Yes, I had graduated from university a year ago and found a job in the office of a joint venture company in my hometown, a small city in southern Jiangsu. By today's standards, the income wasn't high, just enough to make ends meet. If I was frugal, I could occasionally go on a date, but it was still a bit of a struggle to afford a hotel room.

That spring, the company needed to organize an outdoor training for all employees, and the task of contacting the training institution and finding a venue fell to me. I contacted a training company in Wuxi, and to experience the training firsthand, they organized a trial course at a training base near Yuantouzhu on the shores of Taihu Lake. I gladly went, and that's how I met Awei.

Awei was from Changzhi, Shanxi, and she was only 19 years old at the time. She was working in the human resources department of a Taiwanese-owned company in Wujiang, doing internal employee training. This company was the largest labor-intensive enterprise in the area; friends in Wujiang might know its name.

The first time I saw Awei, I was captivated. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was definitely the kind of person who could draw attention in a crowd! She had a great presence, a kind of heroic spirit! She had ordinary chin-length short hair, no makeup, but her skin was great, and her eyes were very bright. She was about 165 cm tall, but it was hard to tell how much she had developed. Even in the uniform military-style clothing distributed during the training, my eyes were immediately drawn to her. She spoke with confidence, without affectation, calm, and possessed a maturity beyond her years.

Although Awei was young, she had been recruited by this company at the age of 16. Comparatively, she had more work experience than me. During the training group work, Awei and I were assigned to the same group, with about 7-8 other people. I was elected team leader, and naturally, I chose her as my secretary. Thus began our day of training.

The training topics now seem like old news: teamwork, planning, trust between people, etc. Many netizens have likely experienced these things, so I won't go into the details. I'll just write about my story with Awei.

Awei always had a certain allure that attracted me. Throughout the day, on the one hand, I had to fulfill my responsibilities as team leader, and on the other hand, I was racking my brains trying to figure out how to exchange contact information with Awei and leave a good impression. So, during the training, I constantly looked for opportunities to talk to my beautiful secretary, Awei!

Some of you might find this strange—we were training together, in the same team, what was there to hesitate about? "Proximity breeds advantage," right? Go for it! But that was in 2004. Smartphones didn't exist yet, and Steve Jobs was still selling computers. Exchanging WeChat or QQ was out of the question. Back then, the only tool you carried for exchanging contact information was a business card! If you gave someone a business card and they didn't return it, it was a waste.

The day's training ended quickly. During the final sharing session, everyone sat together, introduced themselves, and started handing out their business cards. Great, I thought, finally the moment to exchange contact information has arrived. But when I handed my card to Awei, she didn't give me one back… What was going on? I quickly asked, and Awei said she hadn't brought any business cards because she came to experience the course.

"Can I have your contact information?" I persisted.

"Um, write down my number, my phone's dead. 139…" Awei gave me the number, and I quickly pulled out my phone and wrote it down.

Since it was nearing evening, everyone was in a rush after the training and hurried home. A company car picked me up, and as soon as I got in, I started reminiscing about Awei's every smile and gesture. I felt like I'd found love. I mustered my courage and sent Awei a text message: "Hi, beautiful secretary! I'm the team leader from your training program. My name is ***. Do you remember me? It's nice to meet you, and I hope we can keep in touch!"

The message was standard, and I waited anxiously for a reply. It took over an hour to get back to the company from the training base near Yuantouzhu. I hadn't received a reply, and I started to get anxious. But there was nothing I could do; he wasn't going to reply, so I couldn't just keep trying. Back in my assigned dormitory, I started reminiscing again, feeling anxious and uncertain. This must be what love feels like.

"Beep beep. Beep beep." A message came in around 8 or 9 pm. Awei replied: "Sorry, team leader, my phone died. I just got back to the dormitory and plugged it in." "Of course I remember you! You're tall and handsome. Hehe." Awei actually replied with two messages!

"It's okay, it's okay. I thought you might be tired, so I'll get some rest early." I quickly replied, cautiously probing.

"I haven't rested yet. I'm quite far from the training location, and I just got back to the dorm not long ago. What about you?" Awei replied quickly as well.

At that moment, I was so excited. I lay in bed and started texting with Awei. I don't remember the specifics, only vaguely that we chatted for a long time, and we sincerely invited each other to visit each other's locations.

Time flew by, and Awei and I began to communicate more frequently, through text messages and email. We used email the most! Because email allows for direct replies and can link all replies together.

Our communication didn't involve love, let alone sex. It was like two friends who liked each other, sending and receiving emails in a playful and teasing tone. We could talk about anything that now seems meaningless and pointless several times, repeatedly discussing and expressing our opinions.

Ah Wei started working quite early, and although he was very young at the time, we communicated without any problems. His speech and expression were mature and insightful. Yet, he often retained a girlish mentality, thoughts, and tone, which made me feel very relaxed. There were no communication barriers, and I was overjoyed, thinking I had definitely found love.

As May Day approached, I sincerely invited her to come visit. We discussed who would go where, and I also had my own little plans.

She lived in a company dormitory, and her workplace was so crowded that during holidays, you could run into acquaintances from her workplace everywhere. Since she worked in the human resources department doing training, almost every new employee knew her. Plus, her company was the largest labor-intensive enterprise in the area, reportedly employing over 10,000 people back then. Although we hadn't officially started dating, young people are often shy and need to be considerate.

I also lived in a company dormitory, but I used my position to live alone in a two-bedroom apartment. While it wasn't fully furnished, it was safe and quiet. I even promised that if she came, I'd book her a hotel room and promise not to do anything to her! (Writing this, I imagine many people my age will chuckle. I promise not to touch you, I promise not to take off your clothes, I promise only to touch you, I promise only to rub against you outside, I promise not to go inside… Only heaven knows why so many women believe those promises, even though they're so easily broken.)

The final result was that she would come to my place, and I started to get excited. I can't remember the specific details anymore, I only remember that after she agreed to come, I was constantly excited and fantasizing. I even fantasized about it at night, using up countless tissues.

When she arrived, I picked her up at the station and then we took a bus. She was wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers—very student-like and sporty. On our second meeting, it felt like we'd known each other for years, chatting warmly yet subtly. In my room, we went online together, discussing things we were interested in.

Through our conversation, I learned that she had a boyfriend before, but they had broken up long ago. I was curious about her, so young and already working. She told me that her company had a high demand for employees, and it was a joint program between the company and her school, so she started her internship early and naturally stayed on.

Like a couple in love who hadn't yet confessed their feelings, the guy was eager, the girl reserved. I kept trying to find opportunities to hold her hand, touch her breasts, my penis going soft and hard repeatedly, my pre-ejaculate completely soaking my underwear. I felt like at that moment, a few strokes of my hand and I would ejaculate!

I kept trying to seduce her; I needed her, I wanted to sleep with her. But her feminine modesty kept pulling me away. Whenever my gestures or words were inappropriate, she would playfully change the subject or use body language to block me.

During this time, I subtly expressed my feelings for her, saying I'd liked her the moment I saw her. Unexpectedly, Awei said that from the first moment she saw me, she felt something was going to happen between us!

How wonderful it would be if the person I loved also had expectations of me!

At that innocent age, in a time before materialism took hold, when young people considered love sacred, before WeChat and Momo existed, before the post-90s generation emerged, I felt I had finally found my love!

As mentioned earlier, I was 24 years old then. I had gone to university, had dated, and had sexual experience. However, back then, I never considered casual sex. Because of the limitations of the era and my own principles, I had ideals and beliefs; love was sacred and inviolable. Before I met Awei, I had broken up with my girlfriend and had been single for a long time. The separation of sex and love left me feeling love-starved, but even more so, sex-starved.

Countless nights I'd used my hand to satisfy my needs. My computer hard drive was overflowing with 20GB of short videos and clips—from ancient and modern times, from all over the world, from humans to animals, from men and women to young and old, from large to small groups—I'd studied them over and over again. Each time I finished, all I felt was emptiness. Each time I masturbated, I told myself it wasn't good and I shouldn't do it again. Now, right now, I'm with the woman I admire. I fantasize about what might happen tonight.

Night falls, but we don't go to a hotel. We agree that she'll sleep with me tonight, on the condition that I don't take off my clothes and I can't violate her. If she agrees to sleep with me, I'll definitely agree to anything!

After washing up, it was time for bed. As soon as I got in, she mechanically leaned against the wall, pulled the covers up, and lay down beside me. My mind raced. Was I being a beast? Or am I worse than an animal?

I turned to my left, facing her. Through the light from the window, I saw her squinting, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her breathing a little rapid. I knew she was putting on a brave face. And me? My heart was pounding, and I was aroused!

To break the awkwardness, I started chatting with Awei. As we talked, I placed one leg on top of hers. I felt her body tremble, but she didn't push me away. I put my right hand on her, pressing it against her chest. I could clearly feel the padding under her T-shirt—she hadn't even taken off her bra. How wary was she of me? I leaned my head closer. I felt her hands gripping the blanket, her muscles tensing, and her voice trembling as she spoke to me.

I started kissing her ear. She tried to dodge, turning her head away, resisting me with laughter and trembling words. I was burning with desire. My hands began to roam restlessly over her body. Even through her clothes, I could clearly feel goosebumps rising on her skin, her muscles tensing, and her movements and tone becoming unnatural. But Ah Wei held onto the blanket tightly with one hand, while constantly pushing my hands away with the other.

I was frantic, but my reason told me not to force it, not to use force, because this was the girl I liked, and I could tell she felt the same way about me.

I could only guide her step by step. I kissed her lips, and she responded passionately. I kissed her lips, then her earlobe. She was still breathing heavily, still making panting sounds. But she hadn't lost her mind; she was still resisting fiercely, firmly stating that only kisses were allowed.

Her panting was driving me crazy. I continued my assault, kissing her relentlessly and caressing her through her clothes. She gradually lost her defenses. After a long kiss, one of my hands was already inside her bra. Her breasts weren't large, but they were soft. The prolonged entanglement had made her slightly sweaty, with beads of perspiration on her breasts. I kissed her neck, and her breathing grew heavier, sounding like heavenly music to my ears. I became even more unable to control myself.

While she was lost in her own world, I pulled her clothes up and down her bra. Even though the lights were off, I could feel her breasts glowing alluringly in the darkness. I couldn't resist; I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, feeling her breasts begin to harden. The moment I took her in my mouth, Ah Wei cried out, "Ahhh!" I moved my fingers back and forth between her breasts, and Ah Wei became somewhat lost in passion. I teased her nipples with my tongue, and although Ah Wei bit her lip, her suppressed moans were still audible.

She became even more tense, sometimes pressing my head down with her hand, sometimes pushing it away. Her legs were constantly intertwined, and suppressed sounds came from her throat. I gently took one of her hands and guided it towards my crotch. My hardness probably startled her; she immediately pulled her hand away when she touched it. At that moment, she had completely let down her guard against her upper body. I continued to guide her hand to touch my penis, and after several repetitions, she grasped my manhood.

I was already surging with desire; I could feel my lower body hard as iron. When she gently squeezed it, I trembled; I felt my semen already reaching the muzzle.

I continued to caress her and kiss her, and by then I was on top of her. I began my assault on her lower body.

I could feel her resistance; she had regained some of her composure and was very uncooperative. The buttons on her jeans were tight; I had to hold her hand with one hand to prevent her from defending herself, and I couldn't unbutton them with the other. I could feel the groove of her private parts through her pants, and when I touched it, I could feel her feigned resistance. But I ultimately couldn't unbutton them; her resistance was too strong.

I don't know how she felt at that moment; I only know that I felt like I was facing a delicious feast, yet unable to eat it, and I was already starving. It was like a fight; when I touched her pants, she would push my hand away; when I shifted my attack, she would lower her guard and cooperate by stroking my penis, repeating this several times. No matter how much I begged, Ah Wei remained unmoved. I was starting to give up.

Because of Ah Wei's resistance, I felt a little disappointed. I tried a few more times, but each time I could only manage to finish her upper body; I couldn't finish her lower body. Ah Wei probably sensed my disappointment and began to respond with kisses, taking the initiative to kiss my lips. He whispered in my ear, "We've only just started dating, I don't want things to move so fast. You really like me, right?"

I couldn't force her to do anything, and I knew deep down that I really liked her. From the first moment I saw her, she had deeply attracted me. At that time, she didn't have a boyfriend, and I didn't have a girlfriend; we had a chance. I agreed with her and began to respond to her with my warm, pure kisses.

We kissed passionately for an hour? Two hours? I don't know. I only know that we kissed until we were exhausted, both of us feeling like we'd just done strenuous exercise, covered in sweat.

I could tell she didn't have much experience; all she had was a response. She's a good girl, I told myself.

To be continued...

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