I first met her in the spring of 1994 near the Shanghai train station.
Boss sent me to Shanghai to participate in a once every few years electronics exhibition, the day in the exhibition in the daytime shopping, evening rush to the train station to buy a ticket intends to return to Hangzhou that night, I did not expect the latest train to eleven o’clock at night before there. Now only seven o’clock, accommodation for one night, obviously not the boss is willing to do?
In the square around the bewilderment, in the distance, a few big fishy red letters written crookedly on a wobbly signboard: “luxury bus, to Hangzhou, Xiaoshan”.
It was while I was waiting in line to get on the bus that I saw her, her back to be exact. She was right in front of me in line, short hair, light yellow blouse, carrying a canvas traveling bag, and from my experience, she was roughly the kind of country girl who had quite a bit of experience in the field, because they were the only ones who had the guts to travel alone on a long bus ride like this. Anyway, it would be a good way to pass the time on a long, boring trip if I could talk to her.
“Where are you going?”
“Xiaoshan.” She turned her face toward me and smiled. The look wasn’t bad, and I came energized.
When we got on the bus, I helped her find an empty seat, on the condition that we sit together, of course.
I started looking for something to talk about, and I can’t remember exactly what I blew up. Four years of traveling back and forth between summer and winter vacations in college has made me familiar with this kind of occasion, and it is really a piece of cake to make a girl from meeting to getting acquainted, to coaxing her to be happy, to leaving her contact number and address.
She just listened in silence with her eyes wide open at first, then she ate and laughed, and then she talked more, saying that she had come to Shanghai to look for a little sister of hers in China.
“Where is she?”
“It’s in Shinjo, don’t know the exact address.”
“So how do I find her?”
“I hired the motorcycle for forty dollars and asked him to show me around.”
“So did you find her?”
“No, so go back first, you see it’s so late, it’s going to be midnight when I get home.”
The car drove to Minhang, not far from a group of building lights in the twilight appears particularly conspicuous, four years later, I can still immediately distinguish which is the “teaching three”, which is the “Administration Building”.
I pointed over there and said, “I lived there for two years as a student, it was a great time to play around all day.”
“How do you play?” She smiled and looked at me.
“I’ve got a broken guitar, play the piano, and on Saturday night we’ll go dancing and keep stepping on people’s feet…”
Her gaze shifted into the distance, thinking about something, and in the dim headlights, I could make out her haunted eyes. When she saw me gazing at her, she said, “Why don’t you say anything?” After a pause, she said to me, “It’s a pity I don’t have the chance to go to college.”
I comforted her and talked for a while longer. I didn’t realize it was late at night and I fell asleep in a daze leaning back in my seat. I felt that the car seemed to be slowly tilting, and someone was pushing me sharply from the side. The driver said, “Don’t move, don’t be nervous, the right side goes down first.”
It turned out that the car had veered off the road, the right wheel had sunk into the outside of the roadbed, and the car was severely tilted. I pulled her panic and ran out of the car, outside a dark, only heard the puddle of insects in the paddy. A gust of wind blew and I shivered. She also tightly wrapped firmly coat, hands clasped to the chest, see her like this, I had to take off the suit, draped over her.
“Put it on yourself, you don’t want to freeze.”
“I’m not cold, it’s okay.” I grit my teeth.
After about half an hour, another bus pulled up and there was a cheer and a scramble to get on, we were at the end and didn’t know if we had seats. When we got on the bus, there were two separated seats in the front row and two in the last row, and she went straight to the back. I was happy, it looked like she liked sitting with me because the back row was shocking and no one usually wanted to sit there.
This section of the road is under construction, the car staggers forward, our bodies follow the left and right sway, I inadvertently bumped into her, panicked and balanced himself, for a moment, felt the unique softness and elasticity of the young girl. She also swayed and bumped into me, and slowly, we were not deliberately avoiding each other.
Finally, the car left the construction road, but we leaned closer together, and she rested her head quietly on my shoulder, and we didn’t speak.
Twelve thirty, arrived in Hangzhou. I stepped out of the car door and watched her behind the door hesitating to get out of the car. I knew she still had to transfer to another car when she got to Xiaoshan, and at this time of the day, there may not be a car there, and it’s not convenient to find a hotel there.
Our eyes met for a moment, I suddenly feel in this vast dark night should help this lonely girl, said to her: “You tomorrow from Hangzhou again.” I helped her take down the travel bag, called a cab, and drove to the Garden Palace.
I don’t have my own house, the company rented two peasant houses for us in the Garden Temple, and I lived in the one downstairs. I took her in the dark alleys, late at night without a sound, I lead the way, keep looking back at her, really worried about whether she was afraid, she “pfft” a laugh: “Are you afraid I’ll get lost?”
I was honest: “Yes.”
Taking her into the room, he pointed to the bed and said, “You can sleep here.” She looked at the furniture in the room, a single bed, a broken table, a square stool, and a lamp, and froze, saying, “I thought there was at least a long sofa or something.”
I said, “It doesn’t matter, I’m going to read a book tonight, read all night, you just sleep on the bed, it’s fine.”
I turned on my desk lamp, grabbed a book I thought was awesome at the time, AT Command Set, and got serious.
She silently took off her jacket and lay down on the bed, tucking in the covers. Perhaps she was too tired, and within two minutes, a light snoring sounded. I looked at her sleeping face and couldn’t help but be touched by my chivalry and gentlemanliness.
After reading for half an hour, my eyes were drowsy, and I was trying to force myself together when I suddenly heard her say, “You should sleep too.”
“I’m not sleeping, it’s fine.”
“But people can’t sleep when you leave the light on.”
Looking at her slightly open eyes under the lamp, I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my heart: “Which end do I sleep on?”
“Whatever.” She said.
“I didn’t wash my feet, so it looks like I’ll have to share your head.”
She laughed and said, “I didn’t wash it either, there’s no place to do it.”
I warily half-lay down next to her, turned off the light, and leaned my head against the wall, my whole body burning and swelling up down there.
I said, “I’m afraid I can’t control it, so I can’t apologize to my girlfriend. No, I have to get up.”
She looked calm: “Actually it’s fine, we all have our own boyfriends and girlfriends, even if I’m willing to be good.”
I didn’t know what to do, perhaps subconsciously waiting for her words. In the darkness, my right hand gently traced her face. My lower part was hot and swollen and uncomfortable, and her breath caught. She grabbed my right hand and put it on her breasts. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, and rolled over on top of her, and she eagerly met me, holding me tightly with both hands, and pushing her hips upward, saying in a vague voice: “I want, I want…”
At the same time she turned her hands underneath her to try and catch me out of my belt, yes belt, and I couldn’t wait to get out of her pants, even though I was on top of her, it didn’t stop us from undoing them smoothly and quickly. When we pulled the pants and panties down to her knees, I couldn’t wait for them to come off, but I rushed forward, and with an “ah” in her throat, she closed her eyes, and I was inside her, and for the first time, I felt the smoothness, the elasticity, and the heat inside her.
It was the first time I’d ever fully entered a woman’s body, I’d sometimes played with my girlfriend with a lot of fire, but at most it was a bit of external banging, we were afraid of getting pregnant for one thing, and I couldn’t get away with the responsibility of breaking her membranes, and I always ended up dribbling my semen all over her vulva, and then she wiped it off with aplomb.
I’ve never seen my girlfriend like her so intoxicated in it, she closed her eyes, every time I send forward, her throat issued a slight “ah” sound, while lifting her hips to meet up. Pumping five or six times, I already feel the bottom of the fast out of control, and quickly pulled out, said to her: “Let’s take off all the clothes!”
Relieved of all obstacles, I began to press on top of her again and started pumping, this time we were naked and felt even more stimulated. After a dozen or so strokes, I finally moved my sperm gate, and my bottom spasmed uncontrollably as a burst of semen jetted deep into her flower center.