Autumn at university always arrives quickly.
Lin Wan, a sophomore in the Art Department. Xu Chuan, a junior, a senior in the same department, good grades but a bit quiet. They truly got to know each other after three consecutive weekends of fighting for seats in the library.
That day, she was late. He had already saved her a seat by the window. When she sat down, she whispered 'thank you.' He only nodded, but the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
Then everything became natural. We saved seats together, ate together, and walked back to the dormitory building together. Once, when we reached the lakeside, he suddenly stopped and said, “Lin Wan, I like you.”
She was stunned for two seconds, then smiled: 'Me too.'
The days after the confession were sweet to an almost unreal degree. Holding hands, kissing, secretly leaning against each other in the corner of the library. Yet the physical distance always remained at a certain critical point.
Until the Friday night before the National Day holiday.
Most people in the dormitory building had gone home. Only she was left in her dorm room. He sent a message: 'Come down for a walk?'
When she went downstairs, he was already standing under the row of phoenix trees behind the building. The night was deep, with only the light from distant street lamps.
"I want you." He said it as soon as he opened his mouth.
She didn't answer, directly reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, pulling him into a darker spot. Tree shadows blocked all sight. He lowered his head to kiss her, this time deeper than ever before. Her back pressed against the tree trunk, her arms wrapping around his neck.
The kiss gradually moved downward. His hand slipped under the hem of her sweatshirt, his palm moving upward against her waist. She trembled lightly but did not push him away. When his fingers covered her breast over her bra, she actively brought her body closer.
“Can I?” he asked against her ear, his voice hoarse.
“Mm.”
The sweatshirt was pushed up above her chest, and her bra was also undone. The night wind was a little cool, but his hands and mouth were very hot. He lowered his head and took one side into his mouth, sucking gently, while his other hand continued downward, undoing the button of her jeans.
When his fingers probed into her panties, it was already wet there. He touched lightly, yet accurately found that spot. She bit her lower lip, suppressing any sound, her legs slightly weakening. He kissed the side of her neck, and the rhythm of his fingers moving in and out gradually sped up. Before long, she tensed her body, her inner walls contracting in waves, her fluids trickling down along his fingers.
After the climax, she leaned against him, panting. He pulled out his fingers and freed his own painfully hard member. She took the initiative to grasp it, stroking up and down a few times, then looked into his eyes and nodded gently.
He held her hips, let her plant one foot on the tree root, and slowly pushed in. The moment he entered, both of them let out a soft gasp. She was very tight, and he went in very slowly, waiting each time for her to adjust. After he was fully inside, he began to thrust. Beneath the tree shadows there was only the faint sound of flesh colliding and suppressed breathing.
Her legs tightened around his waist as she actively met his thrusts. Each time he went deepest, yet he restrained himself from making too much noise. Later, she couldn't take it anymore and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, her teeth lightly biting his clothes. When her second orgasm came, her whole body shook violently, her inner walls clamping down on him tightly. He released at the same moment, shooting everything inside.
Afterward, the two of them leaned against the tree, panting. He helped her straighten her clothes, then draped his own coat over her.
“Cold?”
She shook her head, suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth: 'Next time... your dorm?'
He froze for a moment, then smiled and held her tighter.
“Good.”
After that night, a normal couple appeared on campus.
During the day, attending classes together, saving seats, eating together. At night, whenever the dorm was less crowded, we would find opportunities to meet. Sometimes in his dorm, sometimes in the farthest corner of the library's study room after it closed, sometimes on that little path behind the school that few people walked.
Each time, they became more familiar with each other's bodies than the last. She learned to let her voice go beneath him, and he learned how to bring her to climax again and again without tiring her out too much. Sometimes after finishing, they would just hold each other quietly, listening to the cicadas or rain outside the window.
Once in his dorm, halfway through he suddenly stopped, forehead pressed against hers, and asked, 'After graduation... will you come with me?'
She looked into his eyes, without hesitation: 'Let's go.'
That night, they went at it for a particularly long time. From the bed to the window, and back to the bed. She was filled by him again and again, climaxing until she almost cried. The last time he came inside, they held each other tightly, as if trying to embed each other into their bodies.
University days are still long.
But they all knew that once some secrets begin, they will never end.
And the row of sycamore trees behind the dormitory building became the initial witness belonging only to the two of them.
University days just kept moving forward like that.
In the semester after the confession, Lin Wan and Xu Chuan were almost inseparable. During the day, they attended classes together, saved seats in the library, and fought for the same window's spare ribs in the cafeteria. At night, whenever the dorm had few people, they would find opportunities to meet.
His dorm room was on the top floor of the boys’ building, and after National Day, his roommates hardly ever came back. Once the door was shut, the world was left with only the two of them.
The first time officially in his bed was on Friday night after the midterm exams ended.
After her shower, she only wore his old T-shirt, the hem just covering the middle of her thighs. He hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, his hand slipping under the T-shirt's hem. She didn't refuse; instead, she leaned back against him. The T-shirt was soon pushed up above her chest, his palm covering her breast, gently kneading. Her nipple quickly hardened; he lowered his head and took it from the side, his tongue circling around it.
Her breathing became ragged; she actively turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed deeply. He lifted her by the buttocks and carried her to the bed, took off his own clothes, then removed her remaining panties. She was already wet. He first probed with his fingers, moving slowly in and out, his thumb circling on her clitoris. Her legs parted, her waist slightly raised, suppressed moans escaping between her teeth.
“Xu Chuan... come in...”
He withdrew his fingers, pressed himself against the entrance, and pushed in little by little. She was very tight, and he went in very slowly, pausing each time to wait for her to adjust. Once he was fully inside, he began thrusting. The bedboard gave off a faint creak. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her heels pressing against his back, urging him wordlessly. He sped up, driving all the way to the deepest point each time. Her cries gradually became impossible to suppress; he lowered his head and kissed her, swallowing the sounds into his throat.
When the climax hit, her whole body tensed, her inner walls contracting violently. He also released at the same moment, coming all inside.
Afterward, the two of them lay side by side. He turned onto his side and slowly drew circles on her lower abdomen with his fingers.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, suddenly flipped over to ride him, guiding his hardened part herself, slowly sinking down. This angle went even deeper. She moved on her own, starting slowly, then faster and faster. Sweat dripped from her collarbone onto his chest. He held her waist, looking up at her rapturous expression. When her second climax came, she went limp on top of him, her insides spasming repeatedly. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, continuing to thrust until he ejaculated again.
That night, they did it three times.
Before dawn, she leaned in his arms, her voice still a bit hoarse: 'Next time... I want to try from behind.'
He kissed her hair: “Okay.”
In the days that followed, the campus had more corners that belonged only to them.
Sometimes in the study room at the farthest corner of the library, after closing time, only the two of them remained. He pressed her between the bookshelves and entered from behind. She braced her hands on the shelves, trying not to make a sound. Sometimes on the little-used path behind the school hill, in the deep night, he had her sit on his lap, moving up and down herself. Sometimes by the window in his dorm, with the curtains half-drawn, the city lights outside, and suppressed panting inside.
She gradually learned to let go beneath him. She would actively request positions, cry out his name at climax, and after ejaculation, she would tighten her legs, not letting him withdraw immediately.
Once, in the middle of it, he suddenly stopped, pressing his forehead against hers.
"After graduation, go with me?"
She looked into his eyes, without hesitation: 'Let's go.'
That night, they went at it for a particularly long time. From the bed to the window, and back to the bed. She was filled by him again and again, climaxing until she was almost senseless. The last time he came inside, they held each other tightly, as if trying to embed each other into their bodies.
When winter came, the dormitory building had the heat turned on.
Sometimes she would stay overnight in his dorm. Waking up in the morning, sunlight leaked through the curtain gap, illuminating his messy hair. She would climb on top of him, making him hard while he was still half-asleep, then lower herself onto him. When he woke up, he would smile, flip her over, pin her down, and whisper things in her ear he would never say normally.
Once she came to orgasm under him and cried. He stopped, kissed away her tears, and asked if he had hurt her. She shook her head, burying her face in the crook of his neck: 'Too full... I like it.'
He started moving again, but his movements were much gentler than before.
University days are still long.
But they all knew that once some secrets begin, they will never end.
And the row of sycamore trees behind the dormitory building became the initial witness belonging only to the two of them.
It also became the scorching starting point that they would recall again and again in countless nights thereafter.
The phoenix trees on campus sprouted new leaves again, willow catkins began to drift by the lake. The relationship between Lin Wan and Xu Chuan had long evolved from initial probing to becoming the most familiar parts of each other's bodies.
Sometimes it was his dorm. His roommate hardly ever returned; once the door was closed, it was their world. She would voluntarily take off her clothes piece by piece, straddle his legs, and guide him in as she slowly sat down. When he reached the deepest point, she would let out a soft gasp, then start moving up and down on her own. He would hold her waist, looking up at her intoxicated expression, occasionally reaching out to knead her breasts, his fingertips grazing her nipples. Her movements would falter because of this, her inner walls contracting in waves, and she would soon climax once.
Sometimes it's the study room in the farthest corner of the library.
After the door was closed, only the two of them were left. He pinned her between the bookshelves and entered her from behind. She braced herself with both hands on the shelf, trying not to make a sound, but every time he thrust into her deepest place, soft whimpers still escaped. He reached around to the front and rubbed her clit, gradually speeding up. When the climax came, her whole body went rigid, and her inner walls clenched tightly around him. He bit her shoulder and ejaculated all inside her.
Afterward he helped her straighten her clothes, then draped his own coat over her shoulders. The two walked out of the library one after the other, as if nothing had happened.
Once after midterm exams ended, they went directly to a budget hotel near the school.
As soon as the door closed, clothes fell to the floor. This time, there was no suppression; she could moan loudly. He had her lie prone on the bed, entered from behind, one hand gripping her waist, the other reaching around to rub her clit. He thrust her forward repeatedly, only to pull her back. Later, she cried, begging him to slow down, but he deliberately sped up until she climaxed twice in succession before releasing.
After it was over, she lay limp on the bed, her legs slightly parted, semen trickling down her thighs. He used a tissue to wipe her clean, then pulled her into his embrace.
“Tired?”
She shook her head, suddenly flipped over and straddled him, got him hard again herself, and sat down once more. This time she controlled the rhythm herself, slow to the point of torture. Driven mad by her grinding, he flipped her over, pinned her beneath him, and thrust hard. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, actively meeting his movements, and when her third orgasm hit, she almost lost her voice.
That night, they did it four times.
At dawn, she leaned against his chest, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles.
"Xu Chuan, after graduation... are you really going with me?"
He held her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.
"Really."
Summer came quickly.
The air during graduation season was mixed with the scent of parting. Yet they met more frequently than ever. Sometimes they did it in his dorm until dawn, sometimes on that small path behind the school, deep in the night, he would have her sit on his lap, moving her up and down himself. Sometimes they directly booked a hotel room, curtains tightly drawn, doing it until both were exhausted.
Once she came to orgasm under him and cried for a long time. He stopped, kissed away her tears, and asked if he had hurt her. She shook her head, burying her face in the crook of his neck: 'I like it so much... I'm afraid there won't be any later.'
He started moving again, but his movements were much gentler than before. When he ejaculated, he didn’t pull out; he held her in that position for a very long, long time.
The night after the graduation thesis defense ended, they went to a hotel again.
This time was especially slow. He kissed her from her forehead all the way down to her toes, then used his tongue to bring her to her first climax. While she was still trembling, he slowly entered, thrust by thrust, with utmost tenderness. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and looking into his eyes, she suddenly said:
"Xu Chuan, I love you."
He lowered his head and kissed her, but his lower body pressed even deeper.
“I love you too.”
That night they hardly slept at all.
From the bed to the window, then back to the bed. He filled her again and again until she was almost unconscious from repeated orgasms. The last time he ejaculated inside, the two of them held each other tightly, as if they wanted to press each other into their bodies.
The sky outside the window gradually brightens.
University officially ended.
But they all knew that once some secrets begin, they will never end.
And the row of sycamore trees behind the dormitory building became the initial witness belonging only to the two of them.
It also became the scorching starting point that they would recall again and again in countless nights thereafter.
And on the long, long road ahead, they will continue writing stories that belong only to each other.
The first summer after graduation, they rented a small apartment not far from both their workplaces.
A one-bedroom, one-living-room apartment with great lighting. The floor-to-ceiling window faced a small strip of urban greenery, and in the evening an orange-red light would slowly creep in. Lin Wan put the pothos she had brought back from school by the window, while Xu Chuan pushed two desks together, with only a shared monitor between them.
On the first day after moving in, before the cardboard boxes were even unpacked, he pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window.
The curtains weren't drawn. Outside was a summer dusk, with the distant sound of children playing soccer. He lifted her dress to her waist, pulled her panties down to her knees, and slowly entered her from behind. She braced her hands against the glass, her breath quickly fogging it up with white mist. He went in deep, each thrust almost fully sheathed before slowly withdrawing. She was pushed until her legs went weak, only able to stand steady with his arm wrapped around her waist.
“Will someone see us……” Her voice trembled.
“Then let them watch.” He bit her earlobe, but below them he increased the force.
She quickly reached climax once. When her inner walls tightened, he let out a low gasp but didn't stop, continuing to thrust until she reached her peak a second time before releasing inside. Semen trickled down the inside of her thigh, dripping onto the floor. He wasn't in a hurry to pull out; holding her from behind while still connected, he rested his chin on her shoulder, watching the sky outside gradually darken.
That night they hardly slept.
The cardboard box was pushed into a corner, the bedsheet crumpled into a ball. She rode him, moving on her own, sweat sliding from her collarbone to her breasts, then dripping onto his chest. He held her waist, occasionally thrusting upward, making her gasp softly. Later, she collapsed weakly onto him, and he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, lifting one of her legs, and entering from the side. This angle was deep and heavy; she cried, scratching his back, her nails leaving red marks on his shoulder blades.
At dawn, she leaned against his chest, her voice still a bit hoarse: 'In the future... can it be like this every day?'
He smiled, his finger slowly tracing over her bare back: “I want it to be possible every day.”
Life after starting work is much busier than in university.
Lin Wan found a job at a small design company, while Xu Chuan went into game planning. Their work schedules often didn't align. But whoever got home first would always run a hot bath or reheat dinner. Sometimes, if she arrived first, she would strip naked and lie on the bed, reaching out to pull him in the moment he entered the door.
Once he worked overtime very late. She was already asleep, wearing only his old T-shirt. He showered and climbed into bed, gently holding her from behind. She woke up groggily, feeling him hard against her thigh, and willingly parted her legs a little. Without turning on the light, he slowly pushed into her in the dark. Still drowsy, her insides were warm and soft, and he moved slowly, as if afraid to fully wake her. But she soon became fully awake, grabbing his wrist with her hand, her voice nasal: 'Harder...'
He followed the instruction and applied more force. The bed swayed gently, and in the darkness there were only the faint sounds of flesh colliding and repressed breathing. When she came, she buried her face in the pillow, her shoulder blades tensing into beautiful lines. After he came inside her, he did not pull out, just held her like that until both of them fell asleep again.
When autumn arrived, they seriously discussed marriage for the first time.
It wasn’t a sudden proposal, but one day after dinner he was washing the dishes, and she leaned against the doorframe watching him when she suddenly said: “Xu Chuan, let’s get our marriage certificate.”
The foam on his hands still hadn’t been rinsed off. He turned to look at her, his eyes lighting up for a moment, then he smiled and said, “Okay.”
There was no grand fanfare on the day they got their marriage certificate. Both took half a day off work and waited in a short line at the civil affairs bureau. When the certificate was in her hands, she stared at the photo on it for a long time. He hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, 'We'll celebrate at home tonight.'
That night they did it fiercely.
It started from the entryway. Her coat fell to the floor, her skirt was pushed up to her waist, and he lifted her hips and pressed her against the wall as he entered her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her back continuously rubbing against the wall. Halfway through, he carried her to the sofa and made her kneel, thrusting deeply from behind. She gripped the sofa backrest, and every time he hit her deepest point, broken sobs spilled out. He reached around to rub her clit, his speed getting faster and faster. When she came, her whole body lunged forward, and he followed, pressing down as he bit the back of her neck and came.
Then we were back in bed again.
She actively straddled him, moving up and down herself. He lay on his back watching her, his hands sliding from her waist to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. Her rhythm became erratic, her inner walls contracting in waves. He suddenly sat up, holding her tightly in his arms, thrusting upwards hard a few times from below. She cried out his name, her orgasm coming urgently and violently. He bit her shoulder, also ejaculating deep inside.
Afterward, the two of them were tangled together, sweaty. Her fingers unconsciously traced circles on his chest.
"From now on... every anniversary will be like this."
He kissed her forehead: “Okay.”
When winter came, the apartment had the heat turned on.
Sometimes it's a weekend afternoon. Sunlight leaks through the gap in the curtains, falling on the messy bedsheet. She would lie on top of him, slowly swallowing his desire until it was fully inside. Then she would rock back and forth herself, her nipples occasionally brushing against his chest. He would suddenly flip her over, pinning her beneath him, pressing her legs to her chest, thrusting deep and hard. She was pushed upward with each thrust, only to be pulled back by him. Later, she would beg him through tears, but he would deliberately slow down, grinding until her whole body trembled, before speeding up again, bringing her to her third climax.
Once, in the middle of it, he suddenly stopped, pressing his forehead against hers.
“Do you want a child?”
She looked into his eyes, paused for a moment, then smiled softly: 'Wait a little longer... I want to have you all to myself for a few more years.'
He said nothing more, only started moving again, more gentle and deeper than before.
The phoenix tree outside the window sprouted new leaves again.
They would occasionally go back to their alma mater. One evening, the two of them walked to the row of plane trees behind the dormitory building. The shadows of the trees were still the same as back then, only they no longer needed to hide in the dark.
She suddenly stood on tiptoe and gave his lips a light peck.
“Do you remember the first time?”
He nodded and pulled her into his arms.
“Remember. Your legs were so weak back then that you couldn't even stand.”
She hit him, but he took the opportunity to kiss her. The kiss deepened gradually. Night slowly fell, and in the distance, there were sounds of students passing by, but they didn't separate.
Later they still returned to that small apartment.
With the door closed, the world was once again just the two of them.
Clothes fell to the floor one by one. He carried her to the dining table, spread her legs apart, knelt down, and used his tongue to bring her to her first climax. While she was still trembling, he stood up and slowly pushed inside. The height allowed for deep penetration. She braced her hands on the table edge, letting out soft moans each time he reached the deepest point. His thrusting rhythm grew faster, the table making faint creaking sounds. When she climaxed a second time, her whole body arched back. He supported her back and ejaculated everything inside.
Afterward he helped her wipe clean, then carried her back to the bedroom.
She leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and suddenly said, 'Xu Chuan, will we always be like this?'
He held her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.
“Will.”
“Even when old?”
“Even when old.”
She closed her eyes contentedly.
The city lights outside the window gradually lit up.
And they still had a very, very long time to continue writing this secret that belonged only to each other.
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