Author: glengao
(i)
I, a student, am still. Not tall, not handsome in appearance, average in study, in short, ordinary. But my experience is anything but ordinary.
This uncommon experience began when I was in middle school ……
When I was in my second year of junior high school I fell in love with a girl in my class, her name was Jia. It was my first love, and I tried to get close to her every day. But I blushed at the sight of her, (I’m a bit introverted) always to no avail.
So I turned to a female student in my class for help, (I really had no idea how to chase girls. So then again at noon in the school lunch time and a female classmate of my class said my idea, want to ask for her help) her name is Xia. (At that time, there was a junior high school hooligan who was chasing after her, which can also be said to be harassment, because Xia ran away when she saw him. The reason for the harassment was, of course, that she was pretty.) She agreed very quickly, and I even worshiped her. (I was relatively innocent at the time, and subconsciously thought that girls who were chased by people on their backs were more mature and had experience in this area)
So for the next two months I showed her the love letters I wrote to Jia (she said I was pretty good at writing them), she and I chose Jia’s birthday gift together, and in short she was my wise counselor and savior. With her help, my relationship with Jia made a lot of progress, and I’m really grateful to Xia, but then something happened that I still can’t forget her.
If I remember correctly that day should be December 30th, in the morning the class had just finished the New Year’s Eve party, our group stayed behind to clean up the classroom (I forgot to mention that I was in the same duty group as Xia), and Xia said to me, “Going out to play in the afternoon?”
I said, “Where to?”
Kasumi said, “Watching a movie.”
I said, “Yeah, which movie theater? What movie?”
Kasumi said, “At my house, my dad just bought a couple of blockbusters.”
I said, “Is there a Titanic? I haven’t seen it yet.”
Kasumi said, “Yes.”
I said, “Yeah, yeah. But is it okay to go to your house? Are your parents okay with that? I’m a boy.”
Xia said, “It’s okay, my parents traveled the day before yesterday. They work in the same organization and always travel together, often leaving me alone at home.”
I said, “Oh, well, what time?”
Kasumi said, “Whatever, just 2:00.”
Kasumi and I made an appointment to meet in front of the school at 2:00 pm after hurriedly doing the hygiene and then went home for dinner (I had never been to her house before I could only make an appointment to meet in front of the school).
My home is far away from the school, so I usually eat lunch at the school, but today I went home to eat because I don’t have classes in the afternoon. I gobbled up my food and told my mom that I was going out with my classmates this afternoon, so I got on my bike and sped off to school. I didn’t want to be late because Kasumi said that girls hate it when boys are late.
When I got to the school gate, I looked at my watch, 1:45. luckily, I wasn’t late. But Xia was already in front of the school, I rushed to explain. Xia said, “It’s okay, I was early. I just wanted to see if you listen to me as a teacher.” We both laughed.
Kasumi didn’t have a bike, so I took her on my bike. The road was very close, and it took less than 5 minutes to get to her house (the residential area is in front of our school). When I entered the door, she asked me to sit down first and asked me what I wanted to drink. I said, whatever. She slipped me a can of Coke, told me to wait and went to her bedroom.
I took a look at the furnishings of her home as I sipped my coke. A very ordinary home, cleaned up, I can’t remember exactly what it looked like because I’ve only been there once. (My family is still considered wealthy, my parents own a company. I got my own computer when I was a freshman, a Pentium 120, and although my current computer is crap compared to that, it was pretty far ahead of its time.)
After a while she came out, changed into a nightgown, and was holding two apples in her left hand and a couple of movie sets in her right hand. She gave them to me and said, “Which one do you like to watch first?”
I said, “Titanic, of course.”
“Good.” With that, she put a movie disk into the VCD player, then turned on the TV and sat down next to me, handed me an apple, and said, “I like apples, so just make do.”
I said, “I love them too.” (I actually don’t like apples very much.) We both then watched a movie. It took almost two hours to finish Titanic. (I honestly almost cried, it was really touching. But I won’t feel anything when I watch it again later. It is said that a female student in my class bawled her eyes out while watching this movie in the theater. It made the movie theater burst into laughter. (That woman is usually very funny.)
Kasumi switched to a different movie, also a romance. (I don’t remember the title or the content.) At this point we weren’t really concentrating on it, so we talked about the last movie. Then we talked about Jia and me. Xia asked me:
“Have you kissed her yet?”
I blushed at once, (don’t laugh at me, I really blushed. I was a kid then, I wouldn’t blush if I was killed now.) I said, “No, it wasn’t that fast, I didn’t even touch her hand.”
Kasumi said, “You’ve never kissed before either?”
My face turned even redder. I said, “No, Jia is my first love.”
Kasumi said, “I don’t believe it.”
I said, “What can I say to convince you?”
Kasumi said, “I’ll know if you kiss me.” (At the time I thought she might have kissed) I said, “No, I’m supposed to be faithful to Jia.”
Kasumi said, “I’m just verifying that you didn’t kiss, it’s not like I’m asking you to like me. Besides I’m still responsible for Jia here.”
I said, “Okay. Validation is validation.” (I don’t understand what I was thinking at the time. Since I shouldn’t have kissed Kasumi if I was loyal)
So we both sat face to face and I felt my face burning. We got closer and closer and the moment our lips first touched I felt a current of electricity start from my lips and electrocute my whole body. Kasumi’s lips were soft, and it didn’t feel anything like I thought it would. My whole body started to stir.
We kissed deeply, she stuck her tongue out and I stuck mine out and stirred with her. We started to put our arms around each other. It was winter and I was wearing a sweater (my coat was off when I walked in the door) but I could still feel the thrill of her flesh on me, and my hands roamed her body restlessly.
What happened after that was like a dream. I don’t even know how I got into her bedroom and how I got the clothes off of me and her. Anyway, by the time I reacted I had her thighs apart and my dick was standing up in front of her pussy. (What? You mean Jia? I don’t know where I forgot about it. Anyway, I didn’t think of her at the time.)
Kasumi said, “Just be gentle, okay?”
I guess I was stupid. Didn’t go kissing and fondling her tits, pussy. I didn’t kiss or touch anywhere. (I guess I was really stupid, even though I’d seen a lot of porn before. But my mind was blank.) I hmmmed and raised my gun. I found the opening of the vagina and stabbed it hard. (Watching a lot of porn has its benefits, I found her vaginal opening at once) Immediately came the pain of my dick and Xia’s screams. (Although I used to masturbate a lot, but this is the first time I’ve had real sex, and it really hurts.) Xia’s hand grabbed the arm I put under her armpit to hold up her body, and her fingernails gripped deeply into my flesh.
I freaked out and said I was sorry. With tears in her eyes, she looked at me with a frown on her face and sobbed, “I told you to be gentle.”
I said, “I didn’t know you were in that much pain… I’m sorry. I’d better take it out.”
She said, “Don’t, you can’t move until I’m not in pain for a while.”
After waiting a while, I tried to move. She didn’t cry out in pain. I moved a little more. Then she started moaning and then she started begging for me to take it out. I was like an animal in heat, I didn’t care about anything. Just giving vent to my lust. Whether she had an orgasm or not I don’t know, in retrospect maybe twice. Because she screamed at the top of her lungs twice and then stopped.
I also ejaculated my cum when she screamed ah~~ for the 2nd time. I fell on top of her gasping for air. She held me tightly. We lay like that for over 20 minutes. I started to come back to my senses and got up off of her. The first feeling was regret, then fear. Regret that I had betrayed Jia, and fear that Kasumi might be pregnant. I was at sixes and sevens, mouthing, “Bad, bad ……”
At that moment Kasumi sat up and took the covers and put them around her. Saying, “What’s broken? Afraid I’ll get pregnant? Don’t worry, I stole my mom’s birth control pills before you came.”
I looked at her, she still had tears in her eyes after the cloud and rain, and a few hairs were plastered to her forehead in sweaty disarray, she looked beautiful. I said, “I’m sorry, I’ll be responsible for you. But give me a few days, okay? I’m so messed up in the head right now.”
Kasumi said, “Okay.”
How I got dressed after that, how I left her house, how I got home I don’t remember. It wasn’t that it was long. It’s that my mind was blank.
December 31st and January 1st were holidays. I was afraid to face her after school started and she didn’t come to me. I really don’t know what to do, I consider her my best friend, but I did this to him.
A week later she suddenly didn’t come back to school, I thought she was pregnant and was shocked for a few days. It was only later that I learned from Xia’s best friend that she had changed schools and gone to Beijing (her grandmother lives in Beijing).
After this it was as if everything was normal, I didn’t pursue Jia anymore and studied desperately to forget about it all. But one day in my junior year, Xia suddenly appeared at the door of our class. When I saw her, I immediately turned my head and chatted with the students behind me. Waiting for me to turn back again Xia is not in …… Xia’s a dead friend said to me afterward (according to my observation Xia’s dead friend do not know that between me and Xia had happened that thing): “your master back how you also do not say hello to her ah, she but always like you ah. She helped you chase Jia do you know how hard it is in her heart?”
I was dumbfounded to hear this, I …… I …… I was such a fucking asshole. I failed a girl’s love for me, she gave me her most precious thing. Thinking back to the good times I used to have with Xia all I feel is regret ……
(ii)
********************************************************************** say my heart, first of all, thank you very much zebra bamboo to help me layout, salute. The second thing is that my little brother my homework in general, the most headache is the composition, write to this level is already overplayed. The reason for this is that I’m not sure if I’ve ever had a good time or a bad time. Because this is my real experience.
It only took me about 25 minutes to write the previous one. I’m not lying, I’m a fast typist.
I’m just restating my memory with a little bit of embellishment. As for some of my friends’ questions they will be revealed in the following posts. Finally, thank you very much for your support. Without your encouragement there might not have been a following.
********************************************************************** graduated from junior high school, suddenly lost contact with all the classmates, all day alone bored at home. I really don’t want to go anywhere. I didn’t do very well in the midterm, so I guess I’m not going to be able to make it to a major high school.
After two and a half months of boredom, school started and I guess high school life will be more interesting than middle school life.
Classes were divided, seating was arranged, and cleaning was done (I live at the school), all of which was expected. It also gave me the opportunity to see which girls were prettier. Soon enough I found a few with poise.
Two weeks after school started and we all got acquainted, I got my act together. Maybe you guys are wondering, is this the same stupid kid from middle school? I’m also surprised that I’ve become this way. Maybe it’s because of the emotional loneliness.
In fact, my actions were simple: find an opportunity to be straight with whoever I liked. I’m tired of being around girls all day like a fly on the wall, tired of jokes, tired of love letters, tired of gifts. Maybe it’s escapism.
The result of such an action is predictable, failure + failure. I’ve chased after all the ones with a few good looks, and none of them have been successful.
I’m starting to get chaotic. Doing nothing all day, listening to songs, playing GB, all during class time of course. Read magazines and novels when it’s really not interesting. Otherwise, I slept. My grades were all over the place. I failed 5 subjects in the final exam of my first year of high school. My parents were furious and criticized me. I still had to go to school, so what should I do? My parents did everything they could to get me dropped.
So once again, I had to divide the classes, arrange the seats and clean up. The difference is that I was luckier this time, because the homeroom teacher of our class was a recent college graduate who was unfamiliar with this school, and I helped her a lot.
As a matter of course, I became class president and the physics representative.
Maybe it’s because of my mom and dad’s genes, I have strong organizational and clerical skills, and I can handle two jobs more than adequately. When the class president study of course can not be too bad, this time I worked hard, very smooth to the sophomore (class in the top ten). From the beginning of the second year of high school my uncommon experience began again …… First of all, the geometry teacher was changed. It used to be that one of our homeroom teachers taught two subjects, but this year it was separated. The new geometry teacher, I heard, was assigned to our school the year before, and is quite good-looking and in good shape.
The second thing is that I’ve been promoted again. Maybe you should ask, how can you get promoted when you’re class president? Hey, hey, I became student council president. How’s that? That’s a big deal, isn’t it? Don’t say I made it up. I couldn’t believe it myself.
But I did become student body president. Again, you should ask, what’s so unusual about being student body president?
Don’t worry. Look below.
One day, (I forget which day) I was called to the office by my teacher. The teacher asked me to go to the school’s conference room. I didn’t know what was going on, but I hadn’t done anything wrong, so what was I afraid of, so I went. When I got there, I found the principal surrounded by a group of students, some from the high school and some from the middle school (our school has both middle and high schools), and I was the last one to come in.
When I came in the principal told us to sit down and then started to speak. I looked around at the students without thinking and suddenly I noticed a girl. Wow, she was pretty. I looked at her a little more and then listened carefully to the principal’s speech. When the principal announced me as the president of the student council, she looked at me, and I was looking at her too, and our eyes met. Hey, there was no discharge, but I knew there was something going on by the way she looked at me (she’s in middle school).
So every time there was a student council meeting or activity I would take the opportunity to approach her and talk to her. Soon I found a chance to make my intentions clear to her, and she agreed. At that time I was overjoyed, there was no temple nearby, if there was I would have gone to offer incense to the Goddess of Mercy.
This girl’s name was Ying, and she had a very nice name. Our relationship developed quickly too, and I found her to be very open-minded, (or flirty) we slept together shortly after we met. (Not that I was in a hurry, it was because a couple of my friends kept encouraging me to bang her)
I didn’t go home that day for my monthly vacation. (On purpose.) She is a day student and her home is not very far from the school. We arranged to meet in front of the school in the afternoon and then go to see a movie, but God did not help, we just wanted to leave to go to the cinema when it started to rain. We had no choice but to go to my dormitory first. (The same dormitory have gone home.) Alone men and women in the same room, of course, it is likely to happen, and we are no exception. I took the initiative and kissed her first. After 5 minutes of long kissing, I started to attack. First I kissed her nose, then her eyes and ears. They say it’s a sensitive area, but I think it’s just more ticklish. Then the neck. She started to moan in a small voice.
My hands began to knead her breasts. Her breasts weren’t small, but I could still hold them in one hand. As I kneaded her breasts with my left hand, I reached into the hem of her dress with my right hand and unhooked her bra from behind. Then both hands went into the dress at the same time and grabbed her breasts and pushed her forward and pinned her down.
She opened her mouth and I knew she wanted me to kiss her. I pressed my lips to it and my tongue went into her mouth and was quickly sucked in. I pressed my lips to it and my tongue went into her mouth and was quickly sucked in. I felt them, with lace, and further down they were a little wet. I started rubbing her nub through her panties with my middle finger. Our mouths never parted, and all she could do was make mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I figured it was almost time to get down to business. I left her mouth and stripped quickly, then a little roughly stripped the clothes from her body. She looked at me and giggled. I smiled back at her. She was stripped naked and both of my hands started to caress her body, her skin was very delicate to the touch.
I slipped my index finger into her cunt. It was wet and slippery and warm. My thumb rubbed her nub. The other hand rubbed one breast. She closed her eyes looking like she was enjoying herself. I took out a condom. (Buying condoms cost me half a month’s allowance) She looked at it and looked calm. It looked like she knew what was going to happen next.
We all know what happens next, so I don’t need to tell you, do I? But I will say that wearing a condom feels bad, even though I bought an ultra-thin one. But it didn’t feel as good as masturbation. I fought on top of her for almost 45 minutes before I ejaculated. I was so exhausted I almost fell asleep with my arms around her.
After a while she sat up and started to get dressed, with little expression on her face, and I wondered what she was thinking. She got dressed and said goodbye to me and left alone, saying she wouldn’t let me see her off.
Not more than a few days after this incident, I was out of school shopping when I was suddenly surrounded by a few people who asked me, “Are you xxx?”
I said, “Yes.” They came up and fought, and I was terrified. I used to be a good boy and hardly ever got into fights. It was the first time I had ever been hit by someone like that. I had absolutely no power to fight back, so I had to curl up on the ground with my hands protecting my head.
They fought for about 5 minutes before they stopped and one of them said, “How fucking dare you seduce my horse you’ve got a lot of balls, fuck you be honest with me from now on.” They walked away.
I stood up, looked at my body, and shit! It’s all dirt. I wasn’t actually hurt. (I’m rather strong and muscular.) Still sore all over though.
I patted off the dirt on my body, returned to the dormitory, and lay headfirst on the bed. I now realize that Ying is a very flirtatious woman. Angry is how I did not see it earlier, I this person does not like to be the third party, but she let me muddleheadedly become the third party. Fuck, really fucking bad luck. Now it is better to think of a way to solve this matter.
I called the son of the accountant at my parents’ company, who is older than me and was very powerful when I was in school. I figured he’d be able to do something about it. Then it was time to call Ying and break up with her. I didn’t hesitate at all. A week later everything went back to the way it was before. I quit my job as student president, I didn’t want to see Ying anymore. I was silent, every day I just went to class, ate, and slept. Until one day ……********************************************************************** this is all I’m going to write today, I’ll write every day. This article won’t be very long, I guess I’ll finish it in two more days.
(iii)
********************************************************************** would like to ask you why so many people don’t like tragedy? I personally think that although tragedy makes people uncomfortable after watching it, the touch it gives to our hearts is
Max. A lot of fame is tragedy. But rest assured this post won’t make you cry ^_^
********************************************************************** A very ordinary day, with nothing to foretell that anything out of the ordinary will happen today.
The second period of the afternoon was geometry class, and the geometry teacher didn’t walk into the classroom with a smile on her face as usual after the bell rang.
Before this, I heard from my classmates that the geometry teacher was dumped by her boyfriend. I don’t believe it. The teacher is a very good person and very pretty. Only a fool would dump her.
It’s been ten minutes since the bell rang, and the geometry teacher still hasn’t shown up, and no other teacher has come to announce it.
It’s happened before that teachers have forgotten to come to class because they’re busy or something, so it looks like I’m going to have to hire them after all.
I went to the teacher’s office door and looked through the glass, no one was in there. Went to the teachers’ lounge again, still no one there. (The teachers seemed to have disappeared.) There was only one last place left – the teachers’ dormitory.
Many of the teachers who have just been assigned are from out of town, and the school’s benefits for the teachers are pretty good, with all of them living in apartments. （These teachers live in apartments. (Very nice apartments, one unit for each teacher. The geometry teacher is also from out of town.
Usually no students are allowed here, so only a small percentage of people know which teacher lives in which unit. To be honest, I don’t really know where Mr. Geometry lives.
I arrived at the teachers’ apartment, a point building with five floors, and I had to take my chances, now that the teachers were in class I guessed very few of them would be in the apartment.
I got to the second floor, the security door of the unit on the left was unlocked, I thought that Mr. Geometry would probably live here, I raised my hand to knock on the door, but the door opened just as my head hit the door.
No lock? I don’t suppose there’s a burglar, is there? I gently pushed the door open and padded inside. There was no one in the living room, no one in the kitchen, the bedroom door was open, and after sticking my head inside, there was no burglar.
Ms. Geometry was lying face down on the bed, her long hair almost covering the upper half of her body. The teacher seemed to be asleep, so I walked over and gently nudged her.
The teacher woke up, but she looked a bit groggy and both eyes were bloodshot.
I held the teacher’s arm and she asked me in a daze, “Who are you ……?”
I said, “Me, teacher. Head of the second class.”
The teacher looked up at me and I could smell the alcohol on her.
“Splat!” There was a crisp snap, and I had five more neat fingerprints on my face.
I was blindsided and covered my face with my hands, first baffled, then angry. I didn’t mess with you, why are you hitting me? But I can’t get mad at the teacher, let’s find out what’s going on first.
I calmed down and looked into my teacher’s eyes. Her eyes were beautiful, you could describe them as flirty, but they were filled with anger and a little bit of tenderness.
I said, “Yes, me ah teacher. Are you okay.”
I grabbed both of her wrists with both hands, I was afraid she would hit me again. I guess the teacher still didn’t recognize me and moved her arms vigorously to try to break my grip.
My hand started to get harder, I was really afraid that she would break free and slap me again. The teacher struggled for a while but could not break free, so she gave up struggling.
“Oooh ～～～～” Misery, misery, misery, the teacher cried.
I let go of the teacher’s wrist and I was dumbfounded, what was going on? One minute you’re fighting and the next you’re crying? I put my hand on the teacher’s shoulder to comfort her.
The teacher looked up at me with tears on her face. To be honest, I’m most afraid of seeing a woman cry, my heart hurts.
The teacher reached over and wrapped her arms around my waist, crying as she said, “Peak, don’t go.”
Peak? Who’s Peak? It’s not the teacher’s boyfriend, is it?
“Peak, please don’t leave me, I was wrong, I’ll never be petty again.” The teacher was still crying.
What to do? I asked myself, I was completely out of ideas. Suddenly the teacher kissed me on the mouth. It was over, I surrendered. I think any male would surrender when he comes across this situation, I’m not a saint.
My hands would have been on her shoulders and she wrapped her arms around my waist, all I could do was wrap my arms around her neck. The teacher pushed forward and I lay down on the bed, she lay on top of me and kissed me as her hands began to unbutton my shirt.
I was completely passive, I was wondering if this was right, what would happen, but lust overcame reason, come on, she initiated it anyway.
But I still couldn’t get into it, and by this time my teacher had taken my blouse off, and she was undressing herself, but she couldn’t get the buttons on her blouse to knot.
“Woo～～～～” Woah shit, crying again.
Heh heh, I reached out and helped her, and soon she threw off her blouse, hollowed out with nothing on inside.
I looked dumbfounded, perfect breasts, semi-circular, 35 C. How did I not see it before? The nipples and areolas were pink.
The teacher pounced on me and brought one breast to my mouth, and I took a bite of the nipple. The teacher arched backward, her head thrown back.
I raised my eyes to her slender pink neck. We both seemed to go crazy, one by one the clothes on our bodies were thrown out. She kept riding me. My underwear was off by her and my dick stood tall.
She ambled down and took my dick. Wow, overcharged. My abs contracted automatically and I almost did a sit-up. It was so good, the first time a woman had ever sucked my dick, it had never felt like this before, and I almost couldn’t hold back my ejaculation.
I don’t know how good of a cocksucker she was, it was my first time so far. All I know is that it was awesome and I was drooling. I looked at her and she just buried her head in her hands, her hair covering my lower back.
She left my dick and straddled my waist, her left hand went deep between her straddles guiding my glans to the opening of her pussy. She looked up at me, her eyes hazel, and she sat down, all at once.
I certainly got off on it, and she arched her back and tilted her head back, the first time I’d ever fucked in that position. She kept pushing up and I moved my back in time with her.
After a while I felt I was close to cumming so I put my arms around her waist and rolled over and pinned her down. I pumped rapidly and she moaned loudly, her head bobbing frantically from side to side, her long hair loose.
I ejaculated, and with a low growl my cum spurted into her womb, and she convulsed, and then all was quiet, and I lay down beside her, holding one of her breasts in my hand as she closed her eyes, enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm.
Her eyes opened, tears streaming out, and she turned her head to look at me, “Am I a slut?”
She asked me.
I didn’t know how to respond, I said, “You lost your love?”
She nodded, “He dumped me.”
It seemed that my classmate was telling the truth, so I asked her, “What do we do?”
She said, “Go away and pretend you weren’t here.”
I got dressed and was ready to leave when I inadvertently saw a picture frame sitting on the nightstand and took a closer look at Riman’s picture. My god, inside was a picture of the teacher and her boyfriend, how did her boyfriend and I look so much alike? I realized the reason why she hit me and why she made out with me.
I walked out of the teacher’s apartment and by the time I got back to the classroom it was third period. It was as if nothing had happened, and Mrs. Geometry had a sweet smile on her face every time she walked into the classroom.
A couple of my classmates asked me where I was in that class. I made up a random story to put it off.
A month later, Ms. Geometry left and moved to another school. Before she left, the students took pictures with her, but I didn’t want to take any, I just watched, and she smiled very sweetly.
After the students had finished taking pictures, the teacher saw me and she had one of her students pull me over. The teacher said:
“Come take a picture of me and her.”
The teacher took my arm, just like the pose in the photo of him and her boyfriend, and as I looked into the camera lens, I could feel the bitterness in my smile.
The teacher left, leaving this picture behind. I put it in my album, right next to the picture of Kasumi and me.
Ms. May, I wish you a lifetime of happiness ……
Senior year was intense and full, and I didn’t have time to think about anything else. It felt good. The college entrance exam was over and I got into college. During the summer vacation I went on the Internet for two months with a few of my high school classmates without a day off.
********************************************************************** I know it’s a bit short to end it here, but this is all I can write. The next chapter is the ending and it won’t disappoint. Definitely a happy ending.
Thanks again for the support.
(iv)
I got into a private college in Beijing, in the H district of Beijing.
From middle school to high school I can say that every relationship was unsuccessful, and all I got in return was hurt. University study is very easy, every day have a lot of free time. Many people go after girls, but I don’t want to, I’m afraid, afraid of getting hurt again.
I closed my heart and I started reading the sutras. The Heart Sutra of Prajnaparamita was my favorite, although it was hard to read, (I can still memorize it) but by the time I read it I looked away from everything and I was back to my most ordinary self.
For the first time in my life I don’t have the urge to chase after pretty women when I see them, I think I can control myself, it makes me look different to others and no girls want to approach me.
Some of the brothers in the dormitory love to play cards, some love the Internet, and I like to soak in the bar. Every time I want a bottle of beer and a plate of cashews, I can drink for more than an hour, listening to the song is also very enjoyable, I think so.
One day in June, the oldest in the dormitory came to me mysteriously, took me to a place where no one was and asked me, “Lao Liu, we found a chicken, very slutty, are you coming or not, everyone together.”
I didn’t even think about it and said, “Forget it, you guys go have fun and I’ll make room for you.”
That day I stayed in the bar for a long time and drank a lot, I ……I’m blue. was in a bad mood, very depressed, not because of the dormitory brothers calling prostitutes.
I was drunk, really drunk. It was the first time I’d ever been drunk. I don’t remember anything.
When I woke up I realized I wasn’t in a dormitory, I was in a place I’d never been before, like a hotel.
At that moment the door opened and in walked a woman with breakfast. I was beginning to understand, I lifted the covers and was naked myself, I understood completely.
The woman put breakfast on the table, smiled at me and said, “Hungry? Have some breakfast. You were drunk last night and I brought you here.”
This woman was beautiful, more beautiful than any woman I’d ever had a relationship with before.
I did get hungry and asked her very directly while eating my breakfast, “Why did you pick me?”
I guessed she was either a rich widow or a kept second wife, and she looked at me and said, “You’re a student?”
“Is that all?” I said.
She said, “Yes.”
Oh, I let out a bitter laugh, not realizing that I had become a duck for not wanting to call a prostitute.
“Bell ~ ~ ~ ~” the phone rang, the woman answered the phone: “Husband ah ~ ~ …… Yes, so boring ah!
You’re not coming to stay with me …… miss you.”
Hearing her whine gave me goosebumps and I started to get dressed and by the time I was done he was done with his phone call.
She looked at me, her eyes seemed to see right through me, “You don’t want to know who called me?”
I said, “Think, but I can guess.”
She said, “Who?”
“The one who raised you.” I said.
I walked towards the door and she walked over to the table writing something. I opened the door and she walked over to me holding a note in her hand.
She kissed me and handed over the note in her hand and said, “It has my phone number and address so you can come find me.”
I took the note and said nothing, she didn’t give me a ride back to school. I hailed a cab and the driver was smoking, so I asked for one too, burning the note in the process.
When I got back to school I went straight to my dorm, I didn’t go to class that day. It was a week after the incident, I thought everything was over and I didn’t go back to that bar.
However, one afternoon in the second week, I came back from Q University (my college is really a class at Q University, and I was issued a diploma from Q University when I graduated), and there was a white BMW parked in front of the school, and a woman came down from the car, and it was her.
I looked at her and said nothing, I got in the car, I don’t know why I went up there, maybe it was a biological need, maybe it was exciting to cheat? Maybe she was just too pretty.
“My name is Rei, and as you guessed I’m a kept second wife.” She introduced herself as she drove.
The car drove for over an hour to a residential area and followed her in the elevator to the door of a home.
She opened the door and I followed her in, a very luxurious home, evident by the expensive furniture in the living room.
Closing the door, we began to undress and kiss. I was using my mouth to take the clothes off her body one by one, then when we got to the bathroom, I carefully cleaned her, I was afraid that she wouldn’t be clean.
Her eyes were closed and she was enjoying herself. Bitch think I’m being gentle with you? I stroked her body and reached down to her crotch with my right hand and slipped a finger in.
There were so many folds inside, it could have been a famous tool, I kissed her crimson nipples, my fingers kept pumping and snapping, and even though she was covered in water I could still feel a lot of water coming out of her there inside.
She was meek enough to let me wipe her down, and I dried her off still on the bed. I pounced on her, never more indulgent and frantic, and we kissed deeply and long, our tongues entwining with each other until the base of our tongues ached.
I kissed and bit her breasts, of course I didn’t bite very hard, but she still screamed in pain and pushed my head hard. I don’t care about her, I keep going down, her abdomen is not decorated with a bit of flesh, it is very smooth, I can’t bite the flesh, so I have to give up.
Instead of going straight for the pussy I turned to a leg, she had a long leg and this time I didn’t bite it because I like nice legs. I carefully kissed every inch of her leg one kissed down to her ankle.
It was then that I took a serious look at her feet, a beautiful one, and I grabbed her other foot and put it together as well. Beautiful feet, you could definitely say that.
The feet were skinny, with neat toes, nails painted pink, no calluses on the soles, and pinkish-pink. I guess the big spender who kept him was also a fan of beautiful feet, wasn’t he? I kissed deeply, on the center of her foot.
She reacted strongly, laughing so hard that tears came to her eyes. I ignored her and ran my tongue over it, putting my toes in my mouth one by one and sucking on them until her feet were covered in my saliva.
I parted her legs, splitting them wide, and she was so flexible that she didn’t scream in pain even when I was about to break both of her legs in half.
I crouched my head down and her labia minora were a little darker in color. The labia minora were parted because her legs were spread wide apart, and you could see that they were still pink inside.
I used my tongue to lick her clit and she began to respond, her moans deepening as I licked faster and faster. Before long my tongue got tired and I switched to using my hands, my right index and middle fingers went into her pussy and pumped it, and my left and right thumbs rubbed her clit up and down.
She wasn’t moaning anymore it was practically screaming, finally she couldn’t help herself and sat up and held me down on the bed, taking my glans into her mouth in one gulp, moving her head up and down, her tongue licking the horse’s eye.
I lay back on the bed with my hands behind my head and relaxed my body to recognize her movements, I could last a long time without ejaculating now, this stimulation was nothing to me.
She sucked for over five minutes, I guess she got tired and spit my dick out looking up at me. I understood, rolled over and pinned her down, got to the point, held my dick and found the opening of my vagina and stabbed it in with one breath.
Her both wanted to lean back and then she moaned loudly, the moans were loud but not faked, it looked like she was horny.
I cursed as I fucked, “Fuck, little bitch, waving like that.”
Hearing me say that she suddenly went silent and looked at me, but after a moment she closed her eyes and started moaning again.
Dry for a while I feel a little sore arms turned her over so that she knelt from behind inserted, I hold her waist began to test I said I know the skills of sexual intercourse, dry for about 30 minutes I shuddered and ejaculated.
I laid down next to her and she got up and went into the bathroom, I thought she had gone to clean up but after a while she came out and pulled me up into the bathroom, turns out she had put the bath water on.
As I sat in the tub holding her, putting shampoo on her and helping her wash her hair slowly, she asked me, “Do you see me as a very slutty woman?”
I didn’t think much of her, so I said, “Don’t you?”
She was silent, “Maybe, otherwise I wouldn’t be a second wife, but I can’t help it. The family is in the countryside, very poor, and there are many younger siblings, so I have to pay for their schooling.”
“I was a college student like you a year ago.”
I asked, “How did you find me again?”
“I looked at your student ID and I knew you wouldn’t necessarily come back to me.”
We soaked in the tub for over an hour, and I thought to myself it would be nice to come here every day and just take a bath.
I was getting dressed and ready to go when she took some money out of her bag and handed it to me, and what little goodwill I had just built up towards her was instantly gone.
I said contemptuously, “Don’t think you’re rich, a BMW, an apartment I haven’t put in my eyes, I can afford five or six like you! Hmph~~”
After that I left. I usually always wear a shirt and a pair of suit pants. Do I look like a pauper? I don’t think it’s a crime to be rich, but you shouldn’t shake your wealth, and be a man with his tail between his legs, there are some things you can’t buy with money.
I was so pissed off I went to a bar and still had a beer for over an hour.
I was depressed for a long time after that and read the sutras again.
Sometimes bad mood people also love to get sick, I was sick, at first did not care, just a fever, but the fever did not go down for several days, the dormitory brothers scared, a high fever of more than 39 degrees ah, they sent me to the hospital.
I still had a high fever for the next 4 days, my brothers took turns visiting me, and on the 5th day I woke up with no energy, an illness that nearly killed me.
But …… But after that I felt like my life had color back in it because I met someone, a nurse.
I woke up during the night, awake but still a little disoriented, and fell back asleep in no time. I woke up again the next morning just as the nurse came to deliver the medicine.
She was pushing a cart and distributing the medicine to each patient, she was wearing a mask at the time and I didn’t pay much attention to it, by the time she got to my bed she took it off, a gesture that made me pay attention to look at her.
Looks familiar. Who is it?
“Ah ～～～～～～～,” I exclaimed.
Put the people in the same room under a jump.
She …… she has grown up but I can still recognize it, she is Kasumi ah!
My first reaction was that I was dreaming, how many nights had I thought about the person I was thinking about before falling asleep, and now they were standing in front of me, was it possible?
She smiled and said, “What? Don’t recognize it?”
I was dumbfounded, really dumbfounded, for a good 5 minutes I looked at her and didn’t say a word, I couldn’t believe it was true.
I said, “Kasumi …… Kasumi?”
She made a face at me and said, “It’s ～～～～～ your master, hmmm~~ take your medicine ……”
She handed me the medicine and pushed the cart out of the hospital room, and all I could think of now was that I couldn’t let her leave me again as I pulled the needle from my hand and stumbled out.
I met Kasumi in the nurse’s duty room, she had grown taller, still had long hair, and was even prettier than before, she was really beautiful.
I rushed to her and knelt down in front of her and took her hand and said, “Kasumi, don’t leave me again. I’ve never forgotten you these past few years, really! I swear!”
My actions made the other nurses jump, but seeing as I knew Kasumi so no one bothered me.
Kasumi said, “I have a boyfriend now, they all know.” She pointed to the other nurses.
“I don’t care, I already missed it once. Since God made me run into you again I can’t afford to be wrong again.”
Kasumi bit her lower lip and I could see the tears that were turning in her eyes, after a moment she said, “You can chase me, but what about right now you have to go back to the ward, you’re a patient now.”
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