Before studying abroad with my girlfriend Qianqian, we were already recognized as a sweet couple at our domestic university. Although not childhood sweethearts who grew up together, we were the most inseparable pair on campus. Always together, in the library, cafeteria, playground, you could always see us holding hands.
Qianqian was very beautiful, with a doll-like face and a little baby fat, 164 cm tall, with a well-proportioned figure. She was the typical pretty girl from the south. She especially liked tying that little ponytail; sometimes she would change it to a diagonal braid, and she became so cute you could not help wanting to pinch her. There were quite a few people pursuing her in college. I put in a lot of effort—treating her to meals, giving small gifts, accompanying her to evening self-study sessions—before I finally won her over. Now she was the softest, most considerate little darling in my arms.
Qianqian is generous both emotionally and physically. We often try new kinds of play, and we’ve eaten quite a few forbidden fruits. It’s just that conditions at home are limited in China: both families are always crowded, and there are classmates coming and going in the dormitory, making us feel like we’re doing underground work. Sometimes we take advantage of a gap in the dormitory, sometimes we simply go to the midnight screening at the movie theater, where there are fewer people and the atmosphere is even more thrilling.
Before knowing Qianqian, I had a girlfriend named Li, a high school classmate and the point guard of the school basketball team. She had an outgoing personality, a sporty figure, C-cup breasts, firm thighs, and a full butt. In our senior year, we tried intimacy for the first time. At that time, we had too little sexual knowledge, insufficient foreplay, and the process wasn't comfortable. Later, we went to different universities and naturally drifted apart. I still think of her occasionally, but mostly I miss that period of innocence.
Qianqian’s figure was completely different from Li’s. Her skin was fair and tender, and her big white butt was full and elastic, my favorite. I liked it best when she knelt on the bed, lifting her butt high, while I held her slim waist from behind and entered her body little by little, listening to her soft moans. Her breasts were B cup, just right for one hand to hold, and the areolas were a light color. When I lightly traced her stiff little nipples with the tip of my tongue, her body would unconsciously tremble slightly, her waist arching a little, as if responding to me.
She would hold my head, look at me with misty eyes, and whisper, 'Husband, harder...' At this point, I would take the entire nipple into my mouth, gently stimulating it with my tongue and teeth, while my other hand softly caressed her clitoris until she began to beg for mercy, then slowly enter the already moist place. Sometimes I would let her be on top, but she would always lazily say, 'You move instead, I like being led by you.'
We occasionally say bold things in bed to spice things up. Qianqian knows I had girlfriends before and that I wasn't a virgin. She doesn't mind, sometimes even teasing me on purpose: 'I got the worst deal. You have experience, I've only been touched by you, I don't even know what others are like.'
I would smile and reply to her, 'Then go ahead and try? I guarantee you'll still think your husband is the best.'
She would pretend to be angry, but laughingly pounce over: 'If only there was one just like you, let him touch me once too, that would make you furious!'
“Up to you.” I deliberately went along with her joke, “As long as you don’t make trouble, play however you want.”
As we talked, the actions would become more and more intense. Qianqian's reactions also became more engaged, her eyes seductive as she actively responded. Afterwards, she would lean against my chest, pinch my nose and say, 'You're so bad, don't say such naughty things again in the future.'
I knew clearly in my heart that those words earlier were just playful talk; what truly excited her was the trust and intimacy between us.
Weekends at university were our freest time. Most roommates went home, so the dorm became our little world. On Friday afternoon, as I was planning what to do with Qianqian that night, Abiao from next door suddenly rushed in, borrowing a key from a roommate, saying their dorm was having a party that night and he wanted to borrow a bed in our dorm to sleep for the night.
After Qianqian and I finished dinner, we went back to the dorm and watched a movie for a while. Qianqian, tired from a day of classes, leaned against me and said, 'Honey, I'm so tired today, I want to sleep for a bit first.'
I gently kissed her forehead: 'Alright, you rest first. I'll stay with you.'
She quickly fell asleep. I helped cover her with the blanket and leaned beside her to read. After a while, the door opened softly, and A Biao tiptoed in. Seeing Qianqian sleeping next to me, he immediately lowered his voice: 'Sorry, did I wake you?'
I shook my head, signaling him to keep his voice down. Abiao, understanding the situation, walked over and lay down on another bed, quickly falling asleep. The room was left with only the sound of even breathing.
The next morning, when Qianqian woke up and found an extra person, she felt a bit embarrassed. I smiled and explained, 'Abiao stayed over last night. He was very well-behaved, didn't disturb you.'
Qianqian blushed and nodded, but she didn’t blame him. The three of us went to the cafeteria together for breakfast and chatted about things at school. Abiao had a cheerful personality, and got along with us very naturally.
Since then, we would occasionally play ball and have meals together with A Biao. Qianqian also gradually became familiar with him. Once, while chatting in the dorm, A Biao casually mentioned that he still didn’t have a girlfriend. Qianqian laughed and teased him: “Then you’d better hurry up; college time is precious.”
Ah Biao looked at the intimate way we were together, somewhat envious: "You two have such a good relationship."
I held Qianqian's hand and said earnestly, 'Because we trust each other and are willing to give each other space.'
Qianqian leaned on my shoulder and gently nodded. At that moment I suddenly felt that true campus romance was not those bold fantasies, but the tacit understanding and sense of security in everyday life.
Later, we still often spent weekends in the dorm. Sometimes we would lock the door and fully enjoy each other’s bodies. Qianqian would take the initiative to strip off her clothes, kneel on the bed, lift her butt high, turn back to look at me, and ask in a soft voice, “Husband, how do you want to play today?”
I will wrap my arms around her from behind, kiss her neck, one hand squeezing her breast, the other hand inserting into her already wet area. Once she can't help but softly moan, I will slowly enter her. She will move her hips on her own, occasionally turning back to kiss me, saying: 'It's so comfortable... deeper...'
We also try different positions. Sometimes she's on top. Although she always says she's lazy, once she gets on, she actively sways her hips, her hands braced on my chest, her hair falling down, looking both innocent and seductive. I hold her waist, thrusting upwards, listening to her increasingly rapid panting until she reaches climax and goes completely limp in my arms.
Once we went to the cinema for a midnight show. There were few people, and we sat in the last row. Halfway through the movie, Qianqian suddenly reached into my pocket and gently held it. I looked down at her, and she winked at me, signaling me not to make a sound. Later, she simply straddled my lap, gently grinding against me through our clothes. In the darkness, her breath hit my ear, her voice almost inaudible: 'I want you...'
Of course, we didn't go all the way in the movie theater, but the thrill of potentially being caught made the intimacy back at the dorm especially intense. Qianqian was pinned under me on the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist, actively meeting each thrust. Afterward, she lay on my chest, laughing and saying, 'I want to go to the movies again next time.'
The days of studying abroad were getting closer and closer. One weekend before leaving, we specially found a quiet café and talked a lot about the future. Qianqian held my hand and said seriously, “No matter what it’s like overseas, I hope we’ll still be like this—trusting each other, and liking each other.”
I nodded, holding her hand tighter.
In the last few months of university, we still maintained an intimate frequency. Dorm rooms, library corners, occasional short trips—all became our secret spaces. Qianqian would look at me afterwards and suddenly laugh: 'You know, sometimes I really fantasize about being seen by others like this... but when we're actually doing it, I still only want to be with you.'
I kissed her forehead: "Then just be with me. Everything else is just for fun."
She nodded contentedly and snuggled back into my arms.
Later, we successfully went abroad. A new city, a new school, life’s pace became faster, but the intimacy between us did not decrease. The dorm became a shared apartment, with more space and more freedom. Qianqian would still take the initiative to pounce on me on weekends, acting spoiled as she said, “Today it’s your turn to serve me.”
I will carry her to the bed, slowly take off her clothes, kiss from her neck all the way down to her abdomen, listening to her increasingly rapid breathing. Only after she is completely soaked will I enter her body. She will hold my neck, whispering in my ear, 'I love you... I really like being like this...']}
Sometimes we would also reminisce about our days at university back home, those secretly sweet moments, weekends in the dorm, the darkness of the movie theater. Qianqian would smile and say, 'We were so nervous back then, yet so excited.'
I kissed her: 'It's better now. Because we can be together openly.'
She nodded, then actively turned over and sat on top of me, adjusting the angle herself before slowly lowering herself. Watching her rise and fall on me, I suddenly realized that so-called campus romance was never actually complicated—it was just two people genuinely liking each other, willing to give their bodies and trust, and then spending those scorching yet tender nights together.
The story is still continuing. In our apartment in a foreign land, we are still as intimate as we were in college. Qianqian will wake up in the morning, find that I'm already awake watching her, then smile and reach out to pull me over, saying in a soft voice, 'Sleep a little longer... or... do it one more time?'
I naturally choose the latter.
The sunlight outside the window slowly brightened, while we were still immersed in the rhythm belonging to each other. The campus was already far away, but the affection that began in university grew deeper and deeper.
During the first semester after going abroad, life’s pace clearly sped up. During the day we each attended classes, did experiments, and wrote reports; only when we returned at night to the shared small apartment did it truly belong to the two of us. The apartment wasn’t big, just one bedroom and one living room, but from the balcony you could see a park in the distance, and at night when the wind blew in, the curtains would sway gently.
Qianqian adapted to life here very quickly. She still liked tying that little ponytail, and sometimes switched to pigtails; the way she sat in the front row in class, seriously taking notes, was almost no different from when she was in university. Only occasionally would she complain in my ear: 'There’s so much homework, the professor is so strict, I want you to keep me company.'
I will pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead: 'Then let's put the homework aside for now and just spend some quality time together.'
Once on a Friday night, she closed her laptop and directly straddled my lap, her eyes sparkling, 'Homework's done for today. Reward me.'
Of course I wouldn't refuse. I carried her to the bed and slowly took off her clothes. The lighting in the foreign country was much softer than in the domestic dormitory; her skin appeared even whiter under the light. I started kissing from her collarbone downward, lingering particularly long on her nipples when I reached her chest, gently swirling my tongue. Her breathing soon became ragged, her fingers tangled in my hair, her voice soft: 'Stop teasing... just come in...'
But I deliberately slowed down, my fingers probing her already wet place, pressing gently. Only when she started writhing and begging me did I truly enter. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, actively meeting every thrust. After we finished, she lay on my chest and suddenly laughed, 'Remember the university dorm? We always had to be careful about noise back then. Now we can finally be a little louder.'
I pinched her nose: "Then you can be a little louder tonight."
She pretended to be angry and bit me, but soon actively flipped over and sat on top again.
Days passed one by one. We would go grocery shopping together, clumsily cook together in the kitchen, and snuggle on the sofa watching movies together. Sometimes, halfway through a movie, she would suddenly turn her head and kiss me, then throw the remote aside. That kind of natural intimacy made me feel more and more that so-called 'studying abroad' was just changing the original campus romance to a bigger stage.
One weekend, the school organized an outing for international students to a nearby seaside town. We rented a car and drove there together. In the car, she leaned on my shoulder and fell asleep, her small ponytail gently resting on my arm. By the time we arrived, it was already evening. The sea breeze carried a salty taste, and the sunset dyed the entire sea surface orange-red.
We walked on the beach for a long time. Qianqian suddenly stopped, turned to look at me, and said with a serious expression, 'Have you ever thought about staying together like this forever?'
I held her hand: "Thought about it. Many times."
She nodded, then stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. That night we stayed in a small seaside inn. The room was tiny, but the window faced the sea. The sound of the tide came in waves through the night. She actively pinned me down beneath her, setting her own rhythm. Moonlight leaked through the gap in the curtains, falling on her rising and falling body. After we finished, she lay on my ear, her voice almost drowned out by the tide: 'I really like it like this now.'
When we returned to China to visit relatives, we had been abroad for almost a year. Both sets of parents tacitly acknowledged our relationship and even began to subtly bring up matters of 'the future.' Qianqian was still the obedient daughter at home, but as soon as we returned to the hotel where we were temporarily staying, she would lock the door and then pounce on me.
"It feels so stifling at home." She complained while unbuttoning my shirt. "I haven’t touched you for several days."
That night we did it very slowly. She sat on top of me, hands braced on my chest, controlling the depth and speed herself. I would hold her waist to help, occasionally thrusting upward to hear her involuntary soft moans. After it ended, she lay lazily on top and suddenly said, 'Let's rent our own place in the future, so we don't have to sneak around anymore.'
I kissed her hair: 'Okay.'
The following year, we officially moved into a one-bedroom apartment closer to the school. The space was a bit larger than before, with a small open kitchen. Qianqian started learning to cook. Although her skills were limited, every time I saw her bustling in the kitchen wearing an apron, I felt particularly at ease.
One day after she finished making dinner, she suddenly untied her apron, wearing nothing underneath. I was about to wash the dishes, and when I looked up, I froze. She winked at me, her voice tinged with laughter: 'Wash the dishes later. Wash me first now.'
I carried her onto the dining table. She willingly spread her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. The tabletop was a bit cool, but she didn't seem to mind at all, just kept calling my name over and over. Midway through, she suddenly laughed and said, 'What if the neighbors hear?'
I deliberately thrust deeper: 'Then let them hear.'
Biting her lips, her eyes were frighteningly bright.
Later, we developed many little habits. When I was writing my thesis until my head hurt, she would silently bring me warm milk, then hug me from behind and rest her face against my back. When she was so nervous before exams that she couldn’t sleep, I would pull her into my arms, gently pat her back with one hand, until her breathing became steady.
Of course, the frequency of intimacy hasn't decreased. Sometimes it's early morning, sunlight just coming in, she's not fully awake yet, but already actively draping her leg over me. Sometimes it's late at night, the two of us going from the living room all the way to the bedroom, clothes scattered everywhere. She's become increasingly adept at expressing what she wants, and when I'm tired, she actively uses her mouth and hands to please me.
Once after we finished, she suddenly asked me, 'Do you still remember all the nonsense we talked about in college?'
I was taken aback, then understood she was referring to those playful 'other people' innuendos. I nodded.
She lay on my chest, her voice slightly muffled: "That was just talk back then. Thinking about it now, I still only want to do this with you alone."
I held her close: 'Me too.'
She raised her head, looking at me seriously: 'Then let's keep it like this from now on, okay?'
“Good.”
The city lights outside the window gradually brighten. We no longer speak, just quietly hold each other. From the dormitory at a domestic university to the small apartment in a foreign land, from the awkward first time to now almost intimately familiar with every reaction of each other's bodies, time has traveled far.
But the love that began on campus, like roots, kept growing deeper and deeper.
The story is still continuing. We will graduate together, find jobs together, and face the uncertainties of the future together. But no matter where we go, as long as she is still willing to act spoiled in my arms, willing to show only me her softest side, I feel that everything is worth it.
One ordinary night, she came out of the shower, her hair still dripping, and directly burrowed under the covers, making me shiver from the cold. Then she laughed and stretched her icy feet over to press against my calves, her voice soft:
"Husband, tonight I want to be on top."
Of course I agreed.
Moonlight leaked through the gap in the curtains, falling on our overlapping bodies. The outside world was vast and distant, yet all we needed was this bed, this warmth, and each other.
The campus days are long gone, but the affection has never cooled.
On graduation day, the auditorium was packed with people. Qianqian, wearing a black academic gown, placed her cap on my head, smiling until her eyes curved like crescent moons. We secretly held hands in the crowd, listening to the principal read out a long list of names, and finally threw our caps into the sky together. As the caps fell, she leaned close to my ear and said, 'It's finally over.'
Actually, what truly ended was only student life. The next day we started job hunting, submitting resumes, and going to interviews. Qianqian joined a design company, and I went to the lab to work as a research assistant. During the day we were busy separately, and at night when we returned to the apartment, we still clung to each other as we had in college.
One day she worked overtime until very late, returning close to eleven. As soon as the door opened, she threw her bag onto the sofa, threw herself into my arms, and said in a muffled voice: 'So tired... don't want to talk, just want to be held by you.'
I carried her to the bed and helped her take off her shoes and jacket. She was wearing a professional suit today, her shirt buttoned all the way to the top, looking incredibly proper. I unbuttoned it one by one, revealing a light-colored bra underneath. She didn't stop me, just closed her eyes and let me proceed.
“I got scolded by a client today.” She suddenly spoke, her voice soft and gentle, “I need you to make me feel better.”
I lowered my head and kissed her. From her lips to her neck, then to her collarbone. Her breathing gradually became ragged, and she actively lifted her hips, making it easier for me to take off her skirt. When she was down to just her underwear, I stopped to look at her. Under the light, her skin was still so fair, her waistline slender, with a hint of fleshiness at the tops of her thighs, exactly how I liked it most.
“Look at what?” She opened her eyes, a little shy.
“Look at my girlfriend.” I answered honestly, then buried my face in her chest.
That night we did it especially slowly. She kept her arms around my neck, occasionally letting out a soft moan in my ear. After finishing, she didn't let go immediately but pressed her face against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. After a long time, she said: 'It's so good to have you.'
I kissed her hair: 'Always have been.'
After work stabilized, we began seriously discussing future plans. Although the rented apartment was convenient, it ultimately wasn't a long-term solution. On weekends, we would go house-hunting together. Sometimes, if we liked a place, we'd lie in bed afterward imagining: 'If the living room were bigger, we could put a large sofa...' 'If there were a balcony, we could grow some plants...'
Once after coming back from viewing a house, she suddenly pressed me against the wall in the entryway and kissed me. As we kissed, our clothes got messy. In the end, we didn't even make it to the bedroom, just did it once right on the sofa. She straddled me, hands on my shoulders, controlling the rhythm herself. Halfway through, she suddenly looked down at me, her eyes bright: 'In our future house, we should do this often too.'
I held her waist and thrust upward: "It's a deal."
She laughed out loud, then buried herself in my arms.
Another year passed in the blink of an eye. Qianqian got a promotion and started leading small projects; I also successfully passed my probation, and the research in my hands gradually showed promise. Life seemed stable, yet it was more intimate than during university. We would cook together, go shopping together, and curl up on the sofa watching entire seasons of shows. Occasionally we would argue, mostly over who forgot to take out the trash or who left socks in the living room. After arguing, she would sulk, and I would go to coax her, usually ending with her actively pouncing on me.
“When I’m angry and you hold me, the anger goes away.” She once said this afterward, her face still red.
I pinched her nose: "Then I'll hold you more often in the future."
She gave me a glare, but wrapped her legs tighter.
One late autumn night, it started raining outside. We had originally planned to go see a movie, but it was canceled last minute, so we changed to ordering takeout at home. After eating, she leaned on my shoulder and suddenly asked very seriously, 'Do you want to get married?'
I was taken aback, then nodded immediately: 'Yes. With you.'
She didn't speak immediately, just buried her face deeper. After a long while, she spoke muffledly, 'Then when will you beg me?'
I smiled, flipped her onto her back, and looked seriously into her eyes: 'Beg now. Qianqian, marry me, okay?'
Her eyes instantly reddened, but she still spoke defiantly: 'So casual? Not even a ring?'
"I’ll buy the ring tomorrow. But I need to make things clear first." I lowered my head and kissed her, "I like you. I’ve liked you since college until now, and in the future I only want to be with you."
She didn't speak again, just reached out to hug my neck, pulling me down. That night we made love gently, yet with unusual force. She never let go, as if wanting to embed my whole self into her body. Afterward, she lay by my ear, voice slightly hoarse: 'Okay. I promise you.'
The next day we actually went to buy rings. She chose a simple plain band, saying she didn't like anything too complicated. When putting it on, she held her finger out in front of me, wiggling it, smiling as brightly as she did back in college.
After the engagement, the parents from both sides formally met. The conversation was lively at the dinner table. Qianqian sat beside me, occasionally brushing her foot lightly against mine. On the way home, she leaned on my shoulder and said, 'Feels like we've officially entered the next stage.'
I held her hand: "Yes. But we are still us."
The wedding was set for the following spring. The preparation process was busy and trivial, but she seemed to particularly enjoy it. She would show me various plans on her tablet, asking if I liked this table flower arrangement or that lighting. Most of the time I nodded, occasionally offering a suggestion, which she would seriously note down.
One night she worked overtime until very late, returning close to midnight. I had already fallen asleep but was woken by the sound of her entering. She tiptoed to the bedside, found me awake, and immediately slipped under the covers, pressing her cold feet against me.
Cold.” she said quietly.
I wrapped my arms around her whole body to warm her up. Her hair still carried the chill from outside, but her breath gradually grew warmer. Before long, she lifted her head on her own and kissed me. As we kissed, her hand slipped inside my clothes.
"We still need to get up early tomorrow." I reminded her.
She bit my chin: 'Then hurry up.'
We did it once under the covers. The movements weren't large, but deep enough. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, suppressing her voice, only letting out a little moan when she couldn't take it anymore. After finishing, she fell asleep quickly, her hand still resting on my waist.
The weather was beautiful on the wedding day. Sunlight streamed through the glass roof of the chapel, illuminating the entire space brightly. When Qian Qian walked toward me in her white wedding dress, I almost forgot to breathe. She still wore her familiar hairstyle, just more refined. When she reached me, she gently blinked, as if saying 'don't be nervous.'
When we exchanged rings, her hand was shaking a little. I held her hand and helped slide the ring into place. During the vows, she looked into my eyes, her voice clear and firm. After the ceremony, everyone applauded, and she suddenly leaned close to my ear and said in a voice only we could hear, “Tonight you belong to me.”
Of course I knew what she was talking about.
The hotel suite after the wedding was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city's night view. She asked me to help undo the row of buttons at the back of her wedding dress. As I unbuttoned them one by one, I could feel her back slightly warm. After the wedding dress slipped off, underneath was a simple set of white lingerie. She turned around, looked at me, and suddenly seemed a bit embarrassed: 'Seen enough?'
“No.” I answered honestly, then picked her up and put her on the bed.
That night we did it with special seriousness. As if trying to convey all the affection of so many years through our bodies. She was very proactive, adjusting positions herself, telling me in my ear what she liked, and gripping my back tightly when she climaxed. After it ended, she lay on my chest, her finger lightly tracing circles, and suddenly said, 'From university until now, it feels like we've done it many times, but every time I still get nervous.'
I kissed her hair: 'Because every time it's you.'
She smiled and didn't speak again.
Life after marriage didn't immediately become mundane. We still slept in on weekends, then lingered in bed for half the day. She would walk around the house wearing my shirt, sometimes deliberately not wearing pants just to see me lose control. I would hug her from behind while she cooked, burying my face in the nape of her neck until she laughed and patted my hand: 'If you keep messing around, the food will burn.'
Of course, there are also times of exhaustion. Work stress is high, and all you want to do when you get home is collapse into bed. But even then, she would still snuggle into my arms, stretch her feet over to warm them, and whisper, 'Can we do it tomorrow? Let's just hold each other and sleep tonight.'
I nodded and held her tighter.
One winter, she suddenly wanted to see snow. We took a few days off and went to a small town up north. The hotel window faced the snowy mountains, and the temperature dropped very low at night. Wearing a thick sweater, she sat by the window. I hugged her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder.
"So quiet." she said.
“Mm.”
She turned around, facing me, and suddenly stood on tiptoe to kiss me. The kiss was long, until both of us were slightly breathless. Then she pulled me toward the bed, removing her coat as we walked. The room's heater was on high, and she was soon left with only a thin undergarment. I pressed her under the covers, kissing from her collarbone down to her lower abdomen. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her voice already soft: 'Stop... come in...'
Outside the window was a vast expanse of white snow; inside, intertwined bodies and suppressed gasps. After finishing, she buried her face in my chest, listened to my heartbeat for a long time, then said muffledly, "We have to do this every year from now on."
“Good.”
Time continued to move forward. We moved to a bigger house, got a cat, and started seriously discussing whether to have children. Mid-discussion, she would suddenly change the subject, press me onto the sofa to kiss, and say, 'Let's not talk about this now, let's do it first.'
Of course I'll cooperate.
Sometimes I would think of those nights in the university dorm, the darkness in the last row of the movie theater, the way she looked at me smiling with her hair in a small ponytail. Those images have grown somewhat blurry, but the heartbeat from back then seems to still linger in my body.
Qianqian would suddenly lean over when I was spacing out and ask: 'What are you thinking about?'
"I want you." I always answered like that.
She would smile contentedly, then press her face close.
One ordinary weekend afternoon, sunlight leaked through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the floor. She had just finished her shower, her hair still wet, and directly straddled my legs, looking down at me from above.
"Today I want to be on top." She declared.
I raised my hands in surrender: 'As you command.'
She untied her bathrobe herself; she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Then she leaned down to kiss me while slowly sitting down. The moment she entered, she softly gasped, then began to sway her hips on her own. I held her waist to help her, watching her with closed eyes and slightly parted lips. Later, she leaned down, her forehead against mine, her voice intermittent: 'I like it... I really like you...'
I kissed her: 'Me too.'
The leaves outside the window rustled in the wind. In the room, only our breaths and the faint sounds of our bodies colliding remained. The world was still vast and distant, yet all we needed was this bed, this warmth, and each other. From campus until now, the affection had never cooled.
And the story was still continuing.
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