I’ve never been much of a May fan, probably since middle school. There were too many exams in the warm month of May. Until I graduated from vocational high school, every year in May, I have to work hard. It was hard to graduate and find a job and feel the pressure of society, no way out, self-study – adult college entrance examination. A part of my experience also came from that examination.
Again in May, I stepped into the exam room for the third time but still had no idea, took out my pass, after the invigilator verified and sat down in his seat to immediately do the preparation (copy some small strips and so on).
I was sitting in the last row, and there was a young lady to my right who was about 28 or 9 years old. She saw me copying small notes and told me to help each other and so on……. I was busy making final preparations, so I perfunctorily gave her a few words. (Totally understandable, right, even if the examination center is not strict supervision, the level of each other do not know, do not dare to trust each other, so you still have to rely on their own.)
I didn’t realize that after the exam started, she never took her eyes off my paper. What I couldn’t stand was when she was about to hand in the paper she reached over and slapped me several times, “Hey, get your hand up, the third one, your hand is pressed down, I can’t see it.” I could have sworn that the invigilator was listening to a walkman and was shocked by us. Luckily, the invigilator still had some face, knocking on the desktop and letting me hand in my paper early.
I got out of the classroom and walked to the playground and found a shady spot to sit and was just having a lucky break. The lady sitting next to me patted me and said, “Come on, let’s go eat.” As soon as I saw it was her I was furious, if it wasn’t for the fact that she looked so enthusiastic I wanted to ask her what was going on.
Later we found a small restaurant in the neighborhood and ate while we talked. Looking back at the scene was basically: criticize me, educate me, but also to reform me. Said I answered the question too fast when other people copy can not keep up with the speed, said I font and small and grass her 5.0 eyes can not see clearly, but also said I to her many times coughing signals ignored the typical do not understand the “rules of the trade”. I don’t know how she extinguished my anger, but she made me dizzy. So much so that for a while I kept asking her if she was a member of the party and how she was so good at educating people.
In later exams, I was gradually brought up to speed by her. We worked together very well and successfully. I managed to pass on what was on my paper to her in the way she had taught me. And she was instrumental in that crucial part of checking out after lunch.
Adult Higher Education Exam, five subjects in total. After I finished the last exam, I told her to go have a big meal on me. And she said today to go to her home to eat, she personally for me to cook. I don’t really want to go, but I don’t know if she can cook for me, because she’s not much older than me. The result is a war of words …… I said it is too hot to cook too hard, she said her home air conditioning horsepower. I said I still have to buy trouble, she said there are ready-made just to help her clean up a little …… In short, the final result is that I lost. In hindsight I think I’m really stupid, how did I not see the seedling.
I lost again, after canceling the trip to the restaurant and going back home with her, I didn’t think she could make such a delicious meal, although my mouth didn’t give in but my heart as well as my stomach had all surrendered. What’s even more frightening is that she must have seen it, no matter what I said she kept smiling. The whole lost the old “instructor” demeanor.
She laughed with a heartfelt smile that I didn’t know what to say. Until she said to me, still smiling, “How hot it is, go take a shower.”
Looking at her pouting mouth as she pushed toward the bathroom, I began to understand.
I swear that I help her cheat, and her dinner and can seriously listen to her “teachings” is never premeditated, until I stepped into her home I did not think that way, in the days to come every time after the end of the matter you are always in my ear and asked me if I was not set up to set you, I, I … … I really can not say … I am not trying to prove to you that I am a good man or something, I can not stand the smug look that you were clearly saying that I am a victim. …I really can’t say, I’m not trying to prove to you that I’m some kind of gentleman or something, I can’t stand the smug look you had at the time, clearly saying that I’m the victim ah!
I thought I was still relatively calm, “Let’s wash it together. So what, you can still scrub me or something.”
”You go in first, I’ll follow.”
I went into the bathroom – the tiny bathroom. I think I dragged myself in, and my clothes were just coming off when she went in. It was smooth, because there were no clothes, and I took them off inside and she took them off outside.
We cuddled naturally. I kissed her, bit her, entered her. I admit I’m not an old hand at this, I didn’t know anything about the situation, I didn’t have time to look at her breasts, her legs, or her pussy. I leaked quickly.
I walked out of the bathroom with her in my arms and laid her down on the bed and stroked her gently, she was all sweaty and slippery. She didn’t let out a moan, not since the beginning so to speak, only very soft sounds of what seemed to be gagging that swam in her throat. My hand stayed on her lower body for a long time, touching it little by little.
Later lying on the bed we talked, not to mention that the main event didn’t last long, the conversation lasted over 3 hours. We caressed each other’s bodies with our hands and asked each other questions. This is also the time when she and I are most involved, people say that caressing is the best foreplay for making love, but we seem to be the opposite, everything we do is just for the final caress.
I remember one time I asked her name while shaving her pubic hair, (we didn’t know each other’s names, we met each other as “Hi”) she said, “Just call me sister, I’m a few years older than you.” I didn’t follow up, and that’s something I regret.
I always go to her place because it’s inconvenient for me to live with my parents, I didn’t go there for a while for something, and when I went there again the guy who answered the door was a man in his 30s. I didn’t ask too many questions and ran away. When I went there again the other day, an old man said he had just moved in and didn’t know anything about it.
By the time you read this, you may have figured out my intent —- to find people. Yes, this is my intention, but not all. I wrote down some of my own experiences or testimonials to share with each other. I did not write this article is very blood spray – because everyone meat has seen very through or vegetarian eyes it. Furthermore, there really wasn’t that much passion in our limited interactions and for a long time.
I don’t expect her to actually see it. I’m not even sure she’s still in Beijing. But maybe she’s looking for me too, for that little brother of yours. You’ll understand my pen name when you read it. I’ll wait for your letter.
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