It was another annoying rainy day as she walked home, the slightest drizzle sprinkled on her body and she couldn’t help but start to hate the weather in Taiwan. As she walked, there were not many people or noises on the road, and by chance there was a giggle between a man and a woman that reminded her of him.
It’s been three years since she met him, and he’s been the only one in her life since college, she’s never had any other boyfriends, she’s never thought about any other boys, and in fact sometimes she can’t tell if she’s in love with him before she has sex, or if she’s having sex before she’s in love with him. Sometimes she feels cheap, not knowing whether she has sex with a man for love or for sexual desire; sometimes she realizes that she loves him so much during sex, but she hasn’t been able to have a good relationship with her classmates since she went out with him, and it’s worth it to get a boyfriend and lose her friends. She didn’t know and she was very confused.
Shaking out her hair, she walked into the apartment and back to the rental.
Only as soon as she entered the door she was embraced from behind, familiar lips, familiar kisses, familiar hands embracing her.
“You’re cold?” He looked at her with deep affectionate eyes. It was those deep eyes that made her lose herself. She shook her head and saw that he was pale.
“It was hard for you to ride over here, wasn’t it?”
“It’s not bitter when I see you!” He was as talkative as ever, and as he spoke he pulled her to the bed and said to her with a smile, “Here, let me help you change!”
His hands were getting restless again, saying he was going to help her change, but instead he was going to help her undress. The thought of what he would be doing made a hot stream well up in her belly and slowly flow down to her crotch, she knew that she was going to be mocked again. “You’re not being good oh, why are you so wet so soon oh!”
“Is it bad to be wet?”
“Oh goody oh goody, better get wet on the bed!”
In the blink of an eye she was naked, and she shyly clasped her hidden spot between her legs as she watched him remove his shirt. His skin was so dark from the sun, his broad shoulders mesmerized her to look at them, and another burst of warmth surged between her belly.
He slowly lowered his head and leaned down between her feet. “Ahh!” She cried out, electric pleasure pounding along her clit. One of his hands was still gently teasing her nipple, sending jolts through her body.
He looked at her tiny labia, light pink with a few drops of water, like a blooming flower in the dim light, “You have a beautiful little sister!” He climbed on top of him and pressed his whole body against hers; she was breathless from the pressure, but in the suffocating oppression a feeling of safety surged through her and she hugged him tightly, “You have to remember this bed oh you have to remember me always!”
“Silly child, how could I forget you?” He gently kissed her nose, his deep eyes melting her.
His passionate lips roamed over her and she quickly forgot everything as if she didn’t exist in this world.
Her crotch was on fire, a burning swelling that made her want to find something to shove it in, and with an “ah” he went in anyway.
In their passionate movements, she had forgotten her shame and melted into his arms; her wet lust flowed onto the bed, and his back and forth pounding was always so powerful that her mind went blank; a sudden giddiness came over her, and she clung to him, and the two of them fell silent. She lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, as if the world had stopped for her.
“Remember the day we first met?” , he said.
“Uh…”
“It’s been three years to the day, and three years has gone by so fast, I wish I could be with you for the rest of my life.”
“I wish…”
“If anything happens to me, take care of yourself and don’t let me worry about you!”
“Huh… Blah blah blah, don’t say unlucky things.”
The phone rang and she ran out, and on the one end came the voice of his mother, who told her that he had died in a car accident while riding over there in the afternoon.
“You’re joking, Auntie, that’s possible! He is still here now! I’ll ask him to come and talk to you for good.”
She ran to her room, only to see an empty room with water stains on the snowy white sheets that she had left earlier, but where was he?
It was still raining outside the window, and three years went by really, really fast.