Lin Lin, Tingting, and Mi'er are classmates at nursing school, all just turned twenty this year and in their sophomore year. The three have different personalities but have been inseparable since childhood. Lin Lin is outgoing and tall with particularly rounded hip curves; Tingting is gentle and reserved with the fullest bust; Mi'er is lively and direct with a slender waist and long, straight legs. Because of their striking looks and well-proportioned figures, they always attract a lot of attention at school.
This summer vacation, the school's Youth League Committee organized a social practice with the theme of visiting and comforting lonely elderly people at a nursing home. The task ultimately fell on the three of them. Secretary Li of the Youth League Committee said, 'You all are good at singing and dancing, have a good image, so performing a few programs would be most suitable.' Although the three felt the journey was long, they still agreed.
On Saturday morning, they boarded the long-distance bus with Secretary Li. After bumping along for over seven hours and walking for more than an hour, they finally reached the nursing home at the foot of the mountain as dusk was falling. After the iron gate opened, the elderly gatekeeper welcomed them in. The courtyard was planted with many flowers and plants; several two-story small buildings were surrounded by green trees. The environment was quieter and more secluded than imagined.
Secretary Li gave a brief introduction first, and the nursing home also sent three representatives to receive them. The entire courtyard housed about twenty elderly people, with dormitories divided into three buildings. The building leaders were called A Lang, A Hu, and A Bao—all nicknames commonly used by country folk. Secretary Li had matters to attend to and returned that same night. Before leaving, he instructed them: 'Be enthusiastic, be polite. You can return after performing the program tomorrow.'
The three of them were arranged to eat dinner in a clean little room. After finishing the simple meal, they changed into the prepared performance costumes. Lin Lin wore a thin sleeveless tight top and white trousers, while Tingting and Mi’er changed into slightly shorter skirts. The three of them teased each other a bit, and the atmosphere was relaxed.
The evening's program took place in the large activity room. About twenty elderly people sat neatly, most with gentle curiosity in their eyes. The first performance was a modern dance by three people. As the music started, they swayed their hips and turned their bodies in rhythm with the beat. The lighting wasn't too bright but was enough to make everyone's movements clearly visible. At the end of the dance, all three were slightly breathless, and sincere applause rose from the elderly audience.
After the performance, the nursing home arranged for them to go to three separate dormitory buildings to perform one or two more small acts for the elderly living there and chat with them. Lin Lin was assigned to A Lang's building. When the iron door closed behind her, she felt a little nervous, but seeing the peaceful smiles on the faces of the elderly inside, she gradually relaxed.
“Hello, Grandpa, my name is Lin Lin, and I’m twenty years old. Today, let me dance another dance for everyone.” she introduced herself sweetly.
Ah Lang smiled and nodded: 'As long as the dance looks good, we all like seeing young people full of energy.'
Lin Lin started the music again and began to dance. This time she danced more relaxed, her movements more natural. As she moved, her top clung slightly to her body due to the motion, faintly revealing the contours underneath, but she didn't feel offended—the elderly's gazes mostly lingered on her face and overall movements, occasionally sweeping over her figure, but only with an appreciation like elders looking at a younger generation.
After the dance, the old man invited her to sit and rest, and even poured her a glass of warm water. A Lang started asking about her school life, whether she wanted to be a nurse in the future, and if she had family. The atmosphere of the conversation was relaxed. The other elderly people occasionally chimed in, sharing interesting stories from their youth. Lin Lin gradually felt that these old people weren't as difficult to approach as she had imagined before coming.
At the same time, Tingting also encountered a similar situation in Ah Hu’s building. After finishing a relatively gentle dance, she was surrounded by several elderly people asking her all sorts of questions. Some praised her voice, and some said her smile made people feel comfortable. Tingting was initially a little shy, but after hearing it more, she couldn’t help but relax, and took the initiative to talk about her internship experiences at nursing school.
Mier's side was even more direct. A Bao had a straightforward personality. After watching her dance, he clapped and said, 'Little girl dances with energy! Another dance is fine, no pressure.' Mier simply added another dance segment. After finishing, she sat down and boasted with them, vividly telling interesting stories from school, making the elderly laugh heartily.
The night grew deeper. After the programs in the three buildings ended, the hospital staff let them return to their own rooms to rest. When the three gathered together, they were all somewhat surprised.
"Much better than I imagined." Lin Lin leaned against the bed and said, "Those grandpas are actually quite kind."
Tingting nodded and said, 'Ah Hu also asked me if I wanted to intern here in the future, saying they lack young nurses.'
Mier smiled and added, 'A Bao directly said we danced well, and if we're willing tomorrow, we can perform again.'
The next morning, the three performed two more programs together in the large activity room. After finishing, the institution prepared a simple lunch, even specially made a few extra dishes. After eating, they were supposed to return immediately, but several floor leaders discussed and asked if they could stay half a day longer to help teach a few simple health exercises. The three discussed and agreed.
The afternoon sunlight was very nice. Linlin was invited by A Lang to the small courtyard behind the dormitory building, where she taught him and several other elderly people stretching exercises. During the movements, Linlin would occasionally support an old person’s arm or shoulder to make sure the posture was correct. A Lang’s palm was dry and warm, and his force was very steady. Once, while demonstrating, Linlin accidentally placed her hand on his forearm, and both of them paused for a moment before continuing as if nothing had happened.
At dusk, the three of them were again separately invited to the various dormitories to “sit a little longer.” This time the atmosphere was even more relaxed. Lin Lin sat in the chair in A Lang’s room, listening to him talk about his youth working on construction sites. As he got excited while speaking, A Lang got up to add water for her, and as he passed by her, his hand lightly brushed her shoulder. Lin Lin did not avoid it; she only looked up at him once. Their gazes met, and something indescribable suddenly filled the air.
“If you're tired, go to bed early.” A Lang said softly.
Lin Lin nodded but didn't get up immediately. She suddenly asked, 'Brother Lang... can I call you Brother Lang?'
Ah Lang smiled: 'Call me whatever you like.'
Only the two of them remained in the room. The sky outside the window gradually darkened. Lin Lin felt her heartbeat quicken a bit more than before. She didn't speak, just looked at the other person. A'Lang didn't approach further either, just pulled the chair a bit closer. They sat side by side, chatting intermittently.
The other elderly residents in the same building had all gone to the activity room to watch TV. The room was very quiet. Lin Lin suddenly felt that she didn’t seem to reject this quiet kind of companionship. She turned her head and found that Ah Lang was also looking at her. This time, neither of them looked away first.
“If... you’re willing.” A Lang spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse. “I can take you back to your room.”
Lin Lin thought for a moment and nodded.
The two walked out of the dormitory building together. The night wind carried the coolness unique to the mountains. Halfway there, Lin Lin suddenly stopped. Ah Lang also stopped and turned around. Lin Lin looked at him and said softly, “Actually... I don’t want to go back that quickly.”
Ah Lang didn't answer immediately, just reached out and lightly touched her fingers. Lin Lin didn't pull away. The next second, their fingers naturally intertwined.
When she returned to the room she shared with the other two girls, Tingting and Mi'er hadn't come back yet. Linlin understood in her heart that they probably each had their own arrangements. She didn't turn on the main light, leaving only a small lamp on. A'lang stood at the door, seemingly waiting for her decision.
Lin Lin walked up to him, actively raised her hand, and touched his chest.
“Tonight... can you stay?” she asked very softly, but very clearly.
Ah Lang looked into her eyes, confirming her willingness, then nodded.
The door was gently closed. Only the sound of two people's breathing remained in the room. Lin Lin didn't speak again, just reached out and slowly unbuttoned her top. A'lang's hand covered hers, helping her take off her clothes. The following movements were all slow, carrying a kind of cautious probing and confirmation. Before each touch, he would watch her reaction; and Lin Lin, again and again, used her actions and voice to tell him that she was willing.
At the same time, similar yet not entirely identical things were happening in the other two buildings.
Tingting sat in Ah Hu's room, listening to him talk about the folk songs he learned when he was young. As he spoke, she actively leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder. Ah Hu placed his hand very lightly on her back and asked her, 'Is this okay?' Tingting nodded, then lifted her face and actively kissed him.
Mier was even more direct. She and A Bao were sitting and chatting in the small pavilion behind the dormitory building. When the conversation got lively, she suddenly smiled and said, 'Brother Bao, if you dare to kiss me, I won't go back to stay in the girls' dormitory.' A Bao was stunned for a second, then lowered his head. Their kiss carried a hint of mountain wind.
The night gradually deepened.
The lights in the three buildings went out one after another. This weekend, which had originally been meant only to complete social practice, became a completely different experience because of the three people's voluntary choices. There was no coercion, no threat, only bodies and heartbeats slowly drawing closer after each other's intentions had been confirmed.
The next morning, when sunlight shone into the courtyard, the three of them almost simultaneously walked out from different dormitory buildings. They glanced at each other and saw similar expressions on each other's faces—a bit tired, but more so a calmness after satisfaction.
On the return car ride, the three of them sat in the last row. Secretary Li sent a message asking about the situation, and they only replied simply, 'Very smooth, the elderly were all very welcoming.' No one mentioned what happened last night.
The mountain road outside the car window receded bit by bit. Lin Lin leaned against the window, her fingers unconsciously touching her lips. The sensation from being kissed the night before still lingered there.
She knew this story probably wouldn't be brought up again. But for her, for Tingting, for Mier, this summer's trip to the nursing home had completely transformed into a secret belonging only to the three of them, a secret they willingly kept. And this secret would, for a long time to come, occasionally be remembered again on some quiet night—carrying the memory of the body, and also carrying that clear, voluntary decision made at the time.
The mountain road outside the car window receded bit by bit. Lin Lin leaned against the window, her fingers unconsciously touching her lips. The sensation from being kissed the night before still lingered there.
She knew this story probably wouldn't be brought up again. But for her, for Tingting, for Mier, this summer's trip to the nursing home had completely transformed into a secret belonging only to the three of them, a secret they willingly kept.
And this secret would occasionally be remembered again in the quiet of many nights to come—with the memory of the body, and with that clear, voluntary decision made at the time.
On the return car ride, the three of them were almost silent the whole way. They responded to the few messages from Secretary Li with simple replies like 'smooth' and 'the elderly are well.' No one mentioned what had happened in their respective rooms last night. Yet the unspoken understanding in the air was clearer than any words.
By the time they returned to school, it was Sunday night. In the dorm, the three of them showered and then sat side by side on the bed. The light was very dim. Linlin spoke first, her voice very soft:
“I... stayed.”
Tingting and Mi'er both looked at her. Linlin did not avoid their gaze and continued, 'Ah Lang asked me if it was okay, and I nodded. Everything that happened afterward was my own choice.'
Tingting's face was slightly red, but she also nodded: 'Ah Hu was the same. He kept asking me, 'Is this okay?' and I always said yes.'
Mier leaned against the wall, smiled, with a bit of embarrassment: 'A Bao was more direct. I kissed him first. Later... I didn't refuse either.'
The three of them looked at each other for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing together. There was relief in the laughter, and also a kind of calm that had just been confirmed, one belonging to adults.
From that day on, their contacts had three more numbers.
Ah Lang, Ah Hu, Ah Bao—three men who had lived most of their lives in the mountains but unexpectedly learned to send text messages. The content was mostly simple: asking if they had eaten well, if their internships were tiring, when they'd have time to come again next time.
Lin Lin was the first to reply, 'I want to see you again.'
Two weeks later, on the weekend, she took leave alone and boarded the same long-distance bus. When she arrived at the nursing home, A Lang was already waiting outside the iron gate. They had no extra words; they just looked at each other, then walked into his building together.
The room was still the same, the bedding had been rearranged, the window was open, and the mountain wind could be heard. As soon as the door closed, Lin Lin actively walked over and buried her face in his chest. A'Lang's hand rested steadily on her back as he asked, 'This time... is it still your decision?'
“Yes.” She lifted her head, her gaze clear. “I want it.”
Clothes were taken off one by one. Lin Lin's body appeared even more supple under the light, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breath. A Lang's movements remained slow, each touch preceded by a confirming glance. Lin Lin, in turn, guided him with her own hands, placing his palm where she wanted to be touched.
They went at it for a long time. When Lin Lin rode on top of him, she controlled the rhythm herself, sometimes fast, sometimes slow; when he entered her from behind, she would actively arch her waist down, letting him go deeper. When the climax came, she did not suppress her voice, only buried her face in the pillow, her body trembling in waves. When he ejaculated, A Lang asked her, “Is it okay?” She nodded, clamping down tightly on him and keeping all the hot fluid inside her body.
Afterward, they lay side by side. Lin Lin’s fingers traced circles on his chest, and she suddenly said, “Next month during my internship rotation, I might have three days off. Then... I want to stay here.”
Ah Lang turned to look at her, his gaze deep: 'Okay.'
Tingting arrived a few days later than Linlin. She brought a small bag of homemade snacks. Ah Hu smiled very gently when he took it. The two of them sat in the courtyard for a long time first, chatting and watching the sunset until it was completely dark. Then Tingting actively took his hand and walked towards the room.
This time she was bolder than last time. She had Ahu sit on the edge of the bed, knelt down, and pleased him carefully with her lips and tongue. Only when he was fully hard did she climb onto the bed, position herself, and slowly lower down. Throughout, she kept her eyes on his, each movement filled with affirmation. When she climaxed, she cried—not from pain, but from being so full, so thoroughly attended to. Ahu kissed away her tears and asked if she wanted to continue; she nodded, wrapping her legs even tighter.
Mier was the most direct among the three. On her second visit, she stayed for two nights directly. During the day, she helped with miscellaneous tasks in the yard, and at night, she stayed in A Bao's room. They tried various positions, sometimes on the bed, sometimes by the window, and sometimes even in the bathroom. Mier liked to take the lead, often deciding the rhythm and depth herself. Once, she had A Bao lie down, and she rode him reverse cowgirl, rocking back and forth while looking back at him, her eyes wild and bright. When he ejaculated, she didn't let him pull out but sank her waist down, taking everything in.
The girls’ schedules gradually developed a tacit understanding. Sometimes they would agree to go on the same day, but deliberately stay in different buildings; sometimes one would go first, and the other two would follow the next day. Most of the other elderly people in the nursing home more or less knew what was going on, but rarely asked questions. As long as there was no disturbance, everyone would just pretend not to see it.
After the summer vacation officially ended, they began their formal clinical internships. The hospital's pace was intense, but whenever there were two consecutive days off, one of the three would always request leave to go up the mountain.
Lin Lin visited most frequently. Once she stayed for four consecutive days. During the day, she followed A Lang in the yard, planting vegetables and repairing tables and chairs. At night, she would close the door and release all the desires suppressed over the week. She learned to whisper in his ear how she wanted it, and also learned to actively clean their bodies after climax, then sleep nestled in his arms until waking naturally.
Tingting, on the other hand, placed more emphasis on emotional connection. She would bring books and music for Ah Hu, and the two of them would often chat late into the night after finishing. Once, she asked him if he had ever been married when he was young. Ah Hu remained silent for a long time before saying that he had liked a woman when he was young, but she later married someone else. After hearing this, Tingting actively straddled him, slowly taking him back into her mouth, moving while saying, 'Then tonight... consider me keeping you company.'
Mier was the most straightforward. She saw this relationship clearly—she liked A Bao's body and directness, and A Bao liked her passion. They rarely said mushy words but were exceptionally compatible in bed. Once, the day before her period, her desire was particularly strong. They did it five times in total. The last time was in the early morning; she wasn't fully awake when he entered her from behind, and she cooperated drowsily until she orgasmed again and fully woke up.
And so, two months passed.
On a weekend at the end of September, the three of them finally appeared at the nursing home at the same time again. This time they did not separate right away, but first sat for a while in the large activity room, greeted the other elderly residents, and then each returned to their own rooms.
That night, the lights in all three buildings went out almost simultaneously.
Lin Lin was pinned beneath A Lang, her legs spread wide. He entered deeply, each thrust hitting the most sensitive spot. Lin Lin clutched the bedsheet, her voice intermittent: 'Slower... no, like this... deeper...' When climax came, her whole body arched, her inner walls contracting violently, pushing A Lang to his limit too. After ejaculating, he didn't withdraw immediately but held her in that position, both calming their breathing together.
Things were gentler with Tingting. Ah Hu had her lie down, first bringing her to climax with his tongue before entering. Throughout the entire process, he kept looking into her eyes, asking 'Is this comfortable?' with every change of position. Tingting, feeling both shy and weak from the questions, finally actively turned over, knelt down, raised her buttocks, and said herself, 'I want you like this... a bit harder.'
Mier and A Bao hardly spoke. As soon as the door closed, they tore each other's clothes off, did it once at the door, then moved to the bed. Mier liked to reach down and rub her clitoris when entered from behind, and her orgasms came quickly and intensely. After one round, she wasn't satisfied and directly straddled him to move on her own until she drained A Bao dry again.
The next morning, when the three met in the courtyard, they all carried obvious fatigue and satisfaction. No one asked for details, yet they all saw the same thing in each other's eyes.
On the way back in the car, Linlin suddenly said, 'I have a week of rotational leave next month. I want... to stay a few more days.'
Tingting and Mi'er nodded simultaneously.
“Then let’s do it together.” Mier said, “Anyway, it’s not the first time.”
The mountains outside the car window gradually faded into the distance. The three of them leaned together, chatting intermittently about their internships and interesting hospital stories, but they all knew in their hearts — the secret that began this summer had already become a fixed, willing part of their lives.
And those three buildings in the mountains also became places they would occasionally choose to go to on their own initiative.
Not because they were being forced by anyone, but because they knew exactly what they wanted, and knew the other side would respond with the same clear intention.
The story is still continuing.
The next weekend, the next rotating day off, the next time she took the initiative to sit onto that long-distance bus, they knew that waiting behind the door would still be a night they could choose for themselves and decide on their own.
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