Apartment Spring (1)
By the time we reached my apartment in the pouring rain, we were soaked to the bone.
“Come on up!” I opened the door. This little nymphomaniac, Yajing, wanted to come in and take a look, so now that she’s here, she must be made to look good.
Yajing is my schoolmate, and she is usually quite close to me. Since I don’t have any interest in her, I always keep my distance from her with a clear conscience. However, her initiative was a bit exaggerated, and she would often ask me to do things that only a boyfriend would do, such as delivering late-night snacks, helping her carry things, and giving her a ride to work, etc. She often approached me in the name of her schoolwork, and often asked to come to my apartment to play.
I was obligated to take her shopping today, but the return trip was rained out, so I had to bring her back. Now that I’ve brought her back… heh heh heh!
In fact, her face is really cute, and there should not be few guys who like her, so why haven’t I heard of anyone chasing after her? It’s just that for me, her short body, her ungirlish personality, and her clothes are even more unkempt, which doesn’t fit my preference of “temperamentally beautiful women”.
“Hey!” She took the towel I handed her, removed the hair clip, and wiped her wet hair. The white skin, dark hair, and concentration were beautiful. This now made my attempts even more determined.
“I’d like to take a shower, would you like one?” It was a little chilly and wet, so a change of clothes and a hot shower couldn’t be more comfortable.
“I can borrow your clothes for a while and return them to me when they’re dry.”
“Eh.”
Whether it was personal preference or practical necessity, I expected her to agree. I found a shirt and a pair of gym shorts in my closet and gave them to her.
“You wash first!” I let her go into the bathroom first, closed the door, and changed out of my wet clothes myself. The next step was to locate Lo right away!
The door to this bathroom is a bit old and not very private. There’s a crack in the side of the door, so stick it up and you can see all the way inside. Hey, hey, hey! Usually you can only peep at your roommate’s girlfriend’s shower, but today you finally have one to yourself!
Her body is very voluptuous, although I don’t have much research, but I’m sure it’s at least a D-cup or above. I’ve always been dazzled by these two meatballs, but today I was able to see their true colors. If things go well, we’ll have to play with them later…
I let out my breath to get up there, and the tantalizing sight was complete in front of my eyes. Her skin was so white and tender, just like a baby. Though she was small, her meatballs were like a pair of papayas hanging on the top of her head, so I wanted to take a bite into my mouth and choke to death on them. The worse is probably her ass to thighs more fat, a little fat trembling. Watching her rinse off her entire body and rub her hair, it’s a good thing that you can enjoy this kind of scene once in a while, or else you won’t be able to stop the urge to watch it.
She washed up and put on my shirt and shorts, which were the only two items of clothing she had on. When I got out of the bathroom, I handed her a washcloth and a hair dryer, told her the dryer was on the balcony, and then switched over to wash myself.
After a hot bath, my body is soothed, it’s a good time to “enjoy” her. But this is not to rush, too “sex” rush will be bad, the best way is to let nature take its course, did not eat can only be forgotten, this is my philosophy. This is my philosophy. Otherwise, I can’t be a playboy, but only a maniac.
Opening the bathroom door, I smiled weakly at her sitting on the floor. She smiled a smile of shame and forgiveness, contrary to her usual sanguine behavior. By the way, since we weren’t wearing much and had just taken a shower, we looked like a young married couple, and she was the wife who was waiting for me… over there! Although everything seemed to be going well, she seemed to be very active, but she was very wary of physical contact. So I couldn’t be too reckless!
“Take a break!” I turned on the radio and the music that flowed out was relaxing. “I’ll take you back when the rain stops and your clothes dry.”
“Senpai, your room is so beautiful.” She said, pointing to my saxophone and asking, “What’s this?”
I opened the case up for her to see, and the saxophone, which I hadn’t seen in a while, was still sparkling.
“Wow! Is that a saxophone? You can play it!”
“No, it’s just a nice display.”
She flashed that signature smile with two tiger teeth in her mouth, “Can you blow me?”
“Next time! It’s so loud to blow, I take it all outside to the park or I’ll get kicked out of the neighborhood.” Damn, it’s been so long since I’ve blown, I don’t have enough mid-air to make it sound good?
The next thing I knew, she was like a curious baby, wanting to look at my stereo, and then she wanted me to open a drawer for her to see, like she was going to dig through my room. Later finally quieted down, because I opened the computer for her to play. I did not realize that she is still the school BBS station “Changhua version” of the moderator, but are rarely in the management, on the station is to read the article. I opened a game for her to play, simply teach her a little, she played up seriously, I had to pick up a book to see.
Not long after, she called out again: “Senior, how to play here?”
I padded over to see that it was indeed the less easy part. “Here, let me help you play.” I bent down to play that section. It was a bit complicated though, and after a bit of playing it still didn’t pass.
She gave up half of her chair for me to sit in, and it was interesting, her soft, warm body leaning against mine. I held the mouse in one hand and slipped my arm around her shoulder and just played along.
I couldn’t pass any of the games because I couldn’t focus on them. She was fine with it and just watched me play. When I managed to pass the level, I glanced at her and realized that her face was flushed and her eyes were different. I guess she had very little experience with this kind of thing! This little girl, who is still untouched, is waiting for me to teach her a valuable lesson!
I gazed into her eyes and ruffled her hair at the temples with my hand. She averts her gaze and her head goes down. I take her chin and just kiss it.
A small mouth, it seems, has not been kissed. A light touch is considered the first. The next second was a deep kiss. She was a bit dumbfounded and unresponsive. As I kissed her, my hands began to move. She still didn’t respond.
Her breasts were the biggest I’d ever touched. The softness was tangible through the thin shirt, and it was too much! There was no expected resistance as I unbuttoned her, and it was so surprisingly easy to strip her naked.
“Hokage…” she said in a tone that bordered on a moan.
“You’re beautiful…” I said in a perfunctory response, looking askance at her torso sitting on top of me. She was slightly chubby in cut, not to say beautiful, but utterly seductive, and her eyes couldn’t have been more drawn to those two huge breasts.
The real beauty is her skin, with “satin smooth” although very cliché, but only poorly comparable, and in the article although often seen, but in reality is rare, not to mention like now this let me consult the touch.
I carefully laid her flat on the floor and caressed her from head to toe wherever she might be sensitive. A sexually inexperienced girl’s entire body seems to be full of sensitive zones; when I hold her nipples, she trembles; when I tease her near her abdomen, she moans. She explored all the way to her mysterious buds.
I imagine myself as a butterfly. Ever seen a rude butterfly? No, so I was very gentle with this part of her body. Even so, she made a “oooh…” sound, but I was sure it wasn’t pain or crying, because her love juices were gushing out like water from a spring.
I stretched my tongue and licked a mouthful, the taste of the sea with a bit of urine seems to be inviting me to enter, so “love is like the tide” refers to this place, really nasty song.
I pulled out my “big” brother, which I had been waiting for, and placed it at her entrance, lifted her waist, and slowly pushed it forward.
I had already prepared myself mentally, not knowing what kind of strange noises she would make, but I didn’t realize that she just shivered for a while, and I slipped in so accidentally with a little force.
Every girl’s vagina is warm and slippery, and I have yet to meet an exception. So her pussy was no different than any other girl. I pumped gently a few times and saw her virgin blood on my dick, so I stopped pumping because the first time usually hurts. I changed my motion to rocking from side to side, and she made “whimpering” noises as I did so, until I came inside her.
The rain stopped and she didn’t say a word as I drove her back to her place. I tried to tease her, but she was her usual noisy self, simply saying a few words and then lowering her head. So that her classmates wouldn’t see, I drove her to the riding building and let her go in by herself.
But after that day, she’s not as clingy as she used to be, and she always avoids me whenever we meet. What is she thinking? I don’t know. Later, I learned from another student that she had an ugly boyfriend who was a classmate of hers.
Maybe it was lust? Or maybe it was the fact that I was the one she in fact liked that made her give me her first time with conflicting feelings.
Apartment Spring (2)
She finally came into my apartment.
When I was studying in Taipei, I rented an apartment in Yonghe and lived there for two years, in which a lot of things happened.
I remember the day I ran out of the bamboo piece for the mouthpiece of my saxophone, so I went to a musical instrument store near the public house to buy one. When I entered the store, I was surprised to see the girl at the counter.
Yee-kun!
She was a classmate in my country’s primary school. At that time, she was known as a talented girl in her class, not only was she good at schoolwork, but she was also good at art, music, calligraphy and other talents, and she was also very good-looking, and in Primary 6, she even had a good figure. As a matter of fact, I had been secretly in love with her since the fourth grade of elementary school. Because of this, I never got to know her very well. On the one hand, elementary school students are always shy about this kind of thing, and on the other hand, it was also because she was too good, and I couldn’t help but feel inferior to her as a young girl! That’s why, after being in the same class for so long, I hadn’t spoken more than twenty words to her.
She still had a clean face and a good figure, but she didn’t realize my presence, and without even a basic “welcome” from a sales clerk, she wiped something in her hand. I don’t know what kind of instrument it was, but I just watched her rubbing it over and over again, looking distracted.
Of course, now I have been promoted from the nerdy kid to the girl killer level, it is impossible to see her still can not speak, but the childish mood makes me very nostalgic, so I am not in a hurry to recognize her, but pretended to look at the products in the store, and at the same time through the reflection of the window glass to look at her, reminiscent of the innocence of the year.
It looked like she was probably frustrated with something! Naturally, I recognized her at the checkout, and although she had a smile on her face, it was obvious that it was feigned. Sympathy and curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to help her out.
I made an appointment to buy her a drink at a small bar after work.
As we chatted, I realized that she had graduated from college and was currently preparing for her high school exams, and that her job at the musical instrument company was three days a week, and that she could study while watching the store.
After a few drinks, the content of the conversation was different. I realized that her boyfriend was studying abroad and the news of his change of heart came only a few days ago.
I guess it’s true, nothing can make a person so depressed except a love affair. I also told her about my first experience with my official first love’s first breakup as well, so hopefully she’ll feel better for hearing it.
And with that, we both arrived at my apartment with a slight buzz.
After greeting her and sitting down on the floor of the room, I opened a beer and we just continued to drink and talk.
I didn’t give her a lot of comforting words, I just let her recount their story on her own and then tried to help her organize her emotions now.
Suddenly, she said, “Actually, I’ve always appreciated your simplicity. If there is going to be a next man, I want to find an honest but caring person like you.”
If she knew that the present me had long ceased to be simple and honest, she would probably be discouraged about men! While I was still debating how to respond to her remark, she had already leaned her head on my shoulder.
I kissed her nonchalantly. It wasn’t that I was taking advantage of the situation, but I knew that emotional pain could be eased by passion, and I was helping her! Of course, the main purpose was to have a good time myself.
She boldly stuck her tongue out and licked at my lips, her eyes misty, her body odor mixed with the scent of body odor and alcohol. I remember in elementary school, when she would walk past me, she would always leave a faint scent behind. It was my favorite smell, and now I can’t remember what it was. Now she is a metropolitan mature woman, the aroma of the body and the little girl back then has long been different, but for me, to be able to smell her body again, the childhood dream, but so sweet.
I pulled the neckline of her t-shirt open and kissed her smooth shoulder. She gently pushed me away and removed her t-shirt and strapless bra on her own.
In my unclear sexual fantasies as a child, this scene seemed to have come up before. She wasn’t as perfectly cut as I thought she was at the time, with white skin, small breasts and slightly brown nipples. I took off my blouse as well to satisfy her thirsty eyes. I caressed her entire body and she moved very cooperatively.
It was not known how many men she had had, but it was clear that she was no stranger to this.
When you’re a kid it’s inevitable that you’re more active regardless of gender, and it’s not a big deal for a girl’s panties to be seen. She used to wear white panties every time. And what I removed from her now is also a white panty, which vaguely seems to be the same style she wore back then.
As I thought about the past, I was frozen for a moment, and her gasping voice came in my ear: “I want to… give it to me!” Heh heh! What I was about to do was beyond the wildest imagination of my sexually ignorant self.
(Nonsense! How do you imagine a woman’s place when you don’t even know what it looks like?) She was lying on her back, gasping for air, with nectar dripping from between her legs. Since the last time my schoolmate came, I guessed that there would be quite a few more of these opportunities in the future, so I bought a box of raincoats as a backup. I put on the raincoat and slowly fed my dick into her pussy.
Her expression was intense, but she just bit her lower lip and didn’t make much noise. She only gradually hummed as I thrust. I was swinging back and forth while rubbing her breasts, while she had both hands against my forehead.
It didn’t take long for me to cum. We worked together quite well, as if we were destined to be mates.
“Forget him!” I whispered to her as I lay beside her, stroking her sweaty, semi-long hair. She, in turn, gave a light smile in return and didn’t comment.
She came to my apartment a few more times after that, and we made love here each time, and sometimes she stayed the night.
But neither of us was committed to the other. Perhaps she was still reeling from her previous injuries, and I knew I wasn’t worth committing to, preferring her to think of me only as a comfort.
Not long afterward, she took the general exam as she had hoped and returned to the south to work. For several years, we hadn’t seen each other.
At the next reunion, we’ll probably be the two students who know each other best!