That was in 2002, when I was in the passionate stage with my ex-girlfriend. We were in a long-distance relationship, and every weekend I would go to her place or she would come to mine, living a life similar to weekend spouses. On weeknights, we kept in touch via phone and QQ.
Back then, internet bandwidth was still poor, and digital imaging technology wasn't great either, so there were no videos, no photos, and certainly no WeChat, yet our love was still passionate and intense. Thinking back on it now, it feels very beautiful and intoxicating.
That winter, my ex-girlfriend's unit had several slots to come to the city where I was for further study and training; she was one of them, along with a colleague who was also a good friend (referred to as C). The training period was one month.
At the time, I lived alone in an apartment with three rooms. My ex-girlfriend's workplace had a subsidy system where money saved during training periods could be kept, so she naturally stayed at my place to save on accommodation costs and buy clothes.
Her good friend C also wanted to save money, so she asked my ex-girlfriend to discuss with me about also staying at my place. I was a bit reluctant at the time, thinking that if C came, we wouldn't be as comfortable having sex at night, at least not as uninhibited. So I disagreed with her coming. My ex-girlfriend pleaded with me for a long time before I reluctantly agreed.
Because I agreed, C proactively treated us both to a meal. I got off work relatively late, and they arrived at my place quite early. My ex-girlfriend had a key, so the two of them arrived at my home ahead of time. On the way, they bought some ready-to-eat food and cooked two hot dishes. By the time I got home, they were already waiting for me to start the meal.
My ex-girlfriend's looks were average, but her figure was top-notch, the tall and slender type. Her legs weren't particularly thin, but they were so long and straight that they appeared slender. Her chest wasn't big, and her waist wasn't particularly slim, but her hips were wide and very fleshy; when she stuck them out, her waist looked very slim. To this day, she remains my favorite, unmatched by anyone.
C is the petite and delicate type, with quite curvy breasts and buttocks, and a nice appearance too. The only thing is she has some acne, making her skin seem not so great. Personality-wise, she's too outgoing, as you'll find out later.
Before the meal, C expressed her gratitude to me. Her first words were, 'You guys can do whatever tonight, just pretend I don't exist. My boyfriend will come by to see me later, and we'll do whatever too.' That instantly made me blush deeply. My ex-girlfriend laughed so hard she could barely breathe, teasing C, 'You don't have to be so blunt! Isn't that like saying I've already told you the reason I didn't want you to come?' I could only laugh awkwardly.
The first night, since my ex-girlfriend and I hadn't seen each other for a long time, after drinking and cleaning up, we each washed up and were about to go to bed. C borrowed a Walkman and headphones from me, saying to us, 'Considering you two are probably quite thirsty tonight, how about lending me a Walkman so I can listen to some music instead.' I thought to myself right then, why are women nowadays so blunt? It actually made me, a grown man, feel embarrassed, but I really couldn't muster the thick skin to refute her.
After my ex-girlfriend and I settled her in another bedroom, we couldn't wait to get into bed.
We were young then, and both of us had very strong sexual desires. My ex-girlfriend was two years older than me, also in her prime. Before this meeting, we had been intimate for nearly a year, familiar with each other's bodies. Being in a long-distance relationship, we maintained a intense longing for each other's physical presence. At that time, we also enjoyed exploring new sexual techniques and methods.
After locking the bedroom door, we tore at each other's clothes until we were both naked. The lights were very bright, every detail of the other's body clearly visible, fueling our desire.
We first performed oral sex on each other. My ex-girlfriend's oral skills are, to this day, the best among all the women I've encountered. From the time we met until we broke up, she maintained the highest level of fondness for my dick. Sucking my dick wasn't an act of pleasing me for her; it was something she genuinely wanted to do from the heart. Although she didn't experience physical pleasure, her psychological satisfaction was particularly strong. Often in the morning, while she was squatting on the toilet and I was brushing my teeth beside her, she would pull me over while still squatting, yank down my underwear, and start sucking. I'd say, 'Let me wash it,' and she'd say, 'No need, I like this 'dick smell.''
Getting back to the point, we performed oral sex on each other. After a very short time of oral, we couldn't bear it anymore. My urethral opening kept leaking fluid, and her pussy was practically flooding. So, we started with her on top.
At first, we were afraid of making too much noise from the bed, so we used the method of her sitting all the way down and rocking back and forth. The glans kept grinding back and forth on that hard bone at the entrance of the uterus, and gradually we lost control. We found that the sound of the bed was secondary; it was my ex-girlfriend’s moaning that completely drowned it out. So we simply let ourselves go. My ex-girlfriend wrapped herself around my dick with big movements, while I fiercely rubbed her tits, and below I thrust hard my hips in rhythm with her... My ex-girlfriend probably climaxed very quickly because C was next door; in less than 5 minutes she came, sat down hard a few times, then held my body tightly, pressing her pubic bone hard against mine to let my dick enter as deeply as possible, using twisting to produce pleasure. At the same time her vagina contracted sharply, and after orgasm she relaxed and lay on top of me. She whispered softly in my ear: “Why do I feel the orgasm is even stronger? Is it more pleasurable because we’re afraid of being discovered or being watched?” I said: “Fuck, you were loud enough just now that the whole building almost heard you. C definitely heard it.” My ex-girlfriend said: “Was C listening to us and getting horny enough to jack off?” I said: “How would I know?” My ex-girlfriend said: “C is very slutty. She often takes the initiative to ask me how you are in bed. Maybe she has ideas about you. Do you have ideas?” I said: “I definitely don’t; having you is enough!”
Actually, I really have no thoughts about C. She's not my type. I still like women like my ex-girlfriend—tall, with a wild side in bed.
After talking for a while, we continued doing it again, with me on top this time. We used missionary, doggy style, etc., and finally, in the rear-entry position, I came hard deep inside my ex-girlfriend's body. Looking at the watch, it had been over an hour. My ex-girlfriend climaxed twice more in between, but her moans were noticeably not as loud as the first time.
After a simple wipe-down, my ex-girlfriend lay on my chest, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Early the next morning, I had morning wood, my ex-girlfriend noticed and ducked under the covers to start giving me oral. I got even harder and asked to insert. My ex-girlfriend smiled strangely and said, 'Feel my bottom.' I touched with my hand, it was all wetness. I looked at her with questioning eyes. She said, 'I woke up long ago, thought you were tired seeing you sleep so soundly, but then soon saw your dick harden, I instantly got horny!' My ex-girlfriend's charm was truly amazing, whether it was her figure, language, or body flexibility, really top-notch.
I said, 'Then what are we waiting for? Let's start.'
We started doing it boldly and vigorously, no less intense than last night. When my ex-girlfriend reached climax and I was about to ejaculate, she said to cum in her mouth, she wanted to swallow my semen. So I pulled out, stood on the bed, and she knelt down to give me oral sex. Because I was close to ejaculating, my dick became even more erect. At that moment, the bedroom door was pushed open, and C came in, immediately seeing what we were doing. He froze for several seconds, and we were all stunned too. When everyone snapped out of it, C quickly turned around and left.
I was a bit surprised. I clearly closed the bedroom door last night, what's going on?
The ex-girlfriend said she went to the bathroom at night and came back and forgot to close the door.
Until breakfast time, all three of us felt awkward. In the end, C broke the awkwardness.
C said: 'I heard no movement, thought you guys were done, wanted to ask if you had facial cleanser. Who knew you weren't finished yet, sorry, haha...' I said very unhappily: 'At the very least, you should have knocked on the door, right?'
My ex-girlfriend hurriedly smoothed things over, saying, 'It's my fault for forgetting to lock the door. From now on, everyone should be careful. We have to live under the same roof for a month, so let's be considerate of each other.' C said, 'I'm sorry, I was too rash.'
Seeing her say that, I softened and said, 'It's okay, it wasn't intentional.' At that moment, the most bizarre thing happened. I only heard C say: 'I did it on purpose. I already heard how long you lasted. I just wanted to see how big yours is. I didn't expect you, not very tall, to have such a big one. I originally thought your girlfriend was bragging. I'm full, you guys take your time eating. Eat well to have the energy to continue working.' After saying that, she patted her butt and left, leaving only me and my ex-girlfriend staring at each other in shock. After a long while, my ex-girlfriend finally said: 'I knew she was bold, but I didn't expect her to be this bold. I won't dare chat casually with her in the future.' I could only smile bitterly.
Through this incident, I learned that if two women can discuss private topics, their conversations can be deeper and more explicit than those between two men. As for how explicit, next time I'll write about a sexual privacy topic I heard women discuss.
The next morning's awkwardness was quickly diluted by the daily routine. After C apologized, she actually became even more casual and uninhibited. She proactively washed dishes, tidied the living room, and joked, 'Since we're all living together anyway, let's just treat each other like family, no need to be so formal.' My ex-girlfriend also smoothed things over, and the atmosphere gradually eased.
During the day, they went to their unit for training, and I went to work as usual. In the evening when I returned, the three of us would eat together, watch TV, and sometimes chat a bit about work. C talked a lot, often vividly recounting gossip from the unit. My ex-girlfriend would occasionally chime in a few words, while I mostly just listened.
What truly made me realize 'how explicit conversations between women can be' was an evening a few days later.
That day, I worked overtime quite late and got home almost at ten. The living room light was on. The two of them sat on the sofa with a bag of sunflower seeds and two cups of tea in front of them. While changing shoes, I heard C's voice:
“...Really? Your boyfriend's first time is that big, doesn't it hurt?”
The ex-girlfriend gave a low “mm,” seeming a little embarrassed.
I deliberately made my footsteps heavier, and they immediately stopped. C looked up and saw me, waving with a smile: "Back? We were just talking about you men, don't mind us."
I smiled and went to the kitchen to pour water. Before I finished pouring, I heard C lowering her voice again and continuing:
"Let me tell you, my previous boyfriend really couldn’t do it in that area. Every time he would just rush through it, and before I even felt anything he was already done. Once I told him directly, ‘If you go any faster I’m going to fall asleep,’ and he got mad, saying I wasn’t giving him any face."
The ex-girlfriend could not help laughing out loud: “You’re way too direct.”
“What’s the problem with being direct? If you don’t make things clear about what happens in bed, you’re the one who suffers.” C paused, then asked, “And you? After you got together with him, was there ever a time when you were especially… especially satisfied?”
The ex-girlfriend was silent for a few seconds, her voice very soft: "Yes. Once on the weekend he came over, we went from night until dawn, and I came several times in between. The last time, he kept hitting the deepest spot, and my whole body felt numb."
C let out a “wow” and said, “That sounds amazing. Sometimes I do it myself, and I still can’t reach that level.”
I walked out holding a glass of water and deliberately sat on the single sofa, pretending to look at my phone. They didn’t completely stop because of my presence, but the topic became slightly more discreet.
C suddenly turned to look at me and said with a smile, “You men are all very curious about what women talk about in private, aren’t you? Actually, it’s nothing. We just say out loud the things we’re too embarrassed to say face to face, to our girlfriends instead.”
The ex-girlfriend reached out and slapped her once: “Stop exposing my dirty laundry.”
But C wouldn’t let it go: “Since we’re living together anyway, what’s there to hide? Let me tell you, when women really get talking, they’re even more detailed than men. Like which positions are easiest to finish, whether you need lube, whether you like being held after it’s over... A lot of women can’t bring themselves to say these things to their own boyfriends, but they can tell their girlfriends plainly.”
That night, they talked for a long time again. I listened intermittently, but clearly realized that once trust is established between two women, the topics become more direct and detailed than I had imagined.
In the days that followed, similar conversations would pop up from time to time.
Once after dinner, C suddenly asked his ex-girlfriend: 'When you two did it, did he like it from behind?'
The ex-girlfriend's face turned slightly red, and she nodded.
C immediately became interested: “I like it too. It feels like it goes in deep, and he can hold your waist. It’s just that sometimes it hits the bone and hurts a bit.”
The ex-girlfriend whispered, “You can put a pillow under it; the angle will be different.”
C’s eyes lit up: “Really? I’ll try it next time.”
Once, they were smoking on the balcony (back then my ex-girlfriend occasionally smoked), and I happened to pass through the living room and heard C say:
"Once, I had sex with my ex-boyfriend in the bathroom, standing up. He came in from behind, and I supported myself with both hands on the sink. In the mirror, I could see my own expression. It was especially thrilling then, and later when I climaxed my legs went weak, and I almost couldn't stand."
The ex-girlfriend gave a low “mm,” as if recalling something.
C continued: “What about you? Have you ever done it in a strange place?”
The ex-girlfriend was silent for a moment before saying: "Once in the apartment he rented, the curtains weren't fully closed. Halfway through, I only then noticed a shadow in the building across the way, and I got a fright, but... it actually made it feel even better."
C immediately laughed out loud: “See? Women are actually all a little perverted. They just don’t talk about it normally.”
Most of these conversations happened when I thought they believed I couldn't hear. But in reality, the thin walls and door cracks allowed a lot of the content to clearly reach my ears.
One evening, after I finished showering and came out, I saw the two of them sitting on the edge of the bed (C would sometimes come into our room to chat). C was holding my ex-girlfriend's phone, looking at something.
“This is the one you took at the beach last time?” C asked.
The ex-girlfriend nodded.
C handed the phone back and suddenly said, “Your figure is really great. Long legs, a soft waist. No wonder he likes you so much.”
The ex-girlfriend was a little embarrassed: "Don't talk nonsense."
But C got serious: “I’m serious. When women look at women, sometimes we can judge even more accurately than men. Here...” She gestured at her own chest with her hand, “it’s not big, but the shape is very good. And the back...”
The ex-girlfriend pressed down on her hand and laughed, scolding, “That’s enough from you.”
C moved close to her ear, her voice so low it was almost only breath: “Sometimes I wonder, if I were a man, I definitely wouldn’t be able to resist.”
The ex-girlfriend froze for a moment, then gently pushed her away: "You've had too much to drink, haven't you."
C smiled and shook her head, not continuing the topic.
That night, after my ex-girlfriend and I closed the door, she actively leaned in, her eyes somewhat complicated.
"Did you hear everything today?" she asked.
I nodded.
She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly buried her face in my chest: 'She sometimes speaks too bluntly. I... don't really know how to respond.'
I reached out and stroked her back: 'You have a good relationship, that's why she tells you these things.'
The ex-girlfriend raised her head and looked at me: "Did those things she said make you... think differently about me?"
I shook my head, pulling her closer: 'No. I just think, it turns out women can talk about things in such detail.'
She softly uttered an 'mm,' then actively kissed me. That night, we took it slower and more carefully than usual. She whispered many things in my ear that she rarely said, including the details she had just mentioned while chatting with C. As I listened, I responded to her body. When climax came, she buried her face in the hollow of my shoulder, her voice soft and husky.
In the days that followed, similar conversations still continued.
C asked her ex-boyfriend: “After you finish, would he help you clean up?”
The ex-girlfriend nodded: "Yes. Sometimes he also... uses his mouth."
C’s eyes lit up: “Really? I’ve only seen it in videos. What does it actually feel like?”
The ex-girlfriend thought for a moment and said, “At first it feels a bit embarrassing, but later on it’s just... very comfortable. More sensitive than using your hand.”
C rested her chin on her hand: “Next time I want to try having my boyfriend do this.”
Another time, C suddenly said, 'I have a friend who, after getting married, agreed with her husband to have one 'free night' each month to go out and find someone else. Would you ever consider something like that?'
The ex-girlfriend immediately shook her head: "No. I can't stand it."
C shrugged: “I can’t stand it either. I just feel some people are really open-minded.”
These conversations were like a window slowly opening, letting me see another side of women's private exchanges. They would discuss the specific sensations of orgasm, compare the depth of different positions, share which words made them more excited, and also complain about which habits of men made them lose interest.
One night, C had a bit to drink and talked more. Leaning on the sofa, looking at me and my ex-girlfriend, she suddenly said:
"You two really suit each other. One is tall and the other is pleasing to the eye; when you make love, the scene probably looks very nice."
The ex-girlfriend blushed, while I was somewhat speechless.
C continued: “Sometimes I fantasize... not about you guys specifically, just wondering, if two couples lived together, would something happen? Of course, it’s just a thought.”
The ex-girlfriend hurriedly interrupted: "Drink less."
C raised her hand with a smile and surrendered: “Okay, okay, I won’t say it anymore. I’m going to sleep.”
After she got up and left, only my ex-girlfriend and I remained in the living room. The air was quiet for a few seconds before my ex-girlfriend suddenly asked me in a low voice:
“What she just said... have you had any other thoughts?”
I looked at her seriously: 'No. I only want to be with you.'
She looked into my eyes, confirmed I wasn't lying, then nodded gently and leaned into my embrace.
That night, we weren't in a hurry to do it. We just lay side by side, chatting idly. She said C, who seems carefree on the surface, is actually quite sensitive inside sometimes; she said she herself occasionally feels her heart race because of C's words, but doesn't know how to handle that feeling. I listened, gently stroking her arm.
There were many nights like this in the month that followed.
Sometimes it was the two of them chatting late in the living room, me listening to fragmented conversations in the room; sometimes it was the three of us eating together, C suddenly throwing out an explicit question, the ex-girlfriend flusteredly smoothing things over; sometimes it was the dead of night, the ex-girlfriend whispering in my ear something she heard during the day, then we slowly drew closer in the dark.
A month of further study quickly came to an end.
On the day of departure, C thanked me very formally, saying he had disturbed me during this time and that we should meet again when there's a chance. The ex-girlfriend was somewhat reluctant, hugging her for a long time.
After seeing them off, the house fell quiet again. Standing in the empty living room, I suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
Those conversations heard at night, those suddenly interrupted awkward moments, those climaxes intensified because of 'being heard,' all felt like a brief dream.
Later, my ex-girlfriend and I continued for a while. We would occasionally bring up those days of living together, and bring up C’s blunt words. Once, my ex-girlfriend said with a smile:
“Actually, when women really open up to talk with each other, it’s even more naked than men imagine. It’s just that most of the time, no one gets the chance to hear it.”
I nodded and pulled her into my arms.
Yes. Some words are only suitable to be spoken at a specific time, in a specific space, and with a specific level of trust. And that thirty-day period of living together happened to give them—and me—a chance to hear them.
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