My name is Wang Mei, I'm 22 years old, sharing an apartment near the university district.
Average-looking, 168cm tall, slightly plump, with relatively full breasts and hips. My family runs a small business in the county town. After I came out to study, I lived with a roommate my age. With housing scarce near the school district, we only rented a one-bedroom apartment with one large bed and one folding bed. Initially, we agreed he would sleep on the big bed, and I on the folding bed. Life went on like this.
Two months later, one night, I had a slight fever, felt dizzy and groggy, and wanted to sleep after barely eating. My roommate saw how uncomfortable I was and said, “You sleep on the big bed; I’ll sleep on the folding one.” I didn’t think much of it and lay down diagonally on the big bed and fell asleep.
I don’t know how much time had passed when I felt a hand lightly touch the outside of my thigh. I stirred groggily. He immediately stopped and asked in a low voice, “Meizi, are you awake? Do you still feel unwell?”
I didn't answer. But my heartbeat quickened.
He waited a few seconds, then asked again. I still made no sound. He seemed to take my silence as some kind of permission, and his hand lowered again—this time more lightly, only resting against the hem of the silk nightgown, not in any hurry to probe inside.
I know I could tell him to stop at any moment. But I didn't.
His breathing grew heavier. After a while, he carefully climbed onto the bed, knelt between my legs, and said in a tight voice, “If you don’t want it, just call my name. I’ll stop immediately.”
I still kept my eyes closed, but parted my legs a little wider.
When he unzipped his pants, his hands were a little shaky. By the time the scorching tip pressed against me, I was already wet. He didn’t go in right away, but slowly rubbed the head at my entrance, as if confirming that I really wasn’t refusing. Only when my breathing turned uneven did he slowly push in bit by bit.
It's too full. I frowned slightly but still endured without making a sound. He entered very slowly, pausing a bit with each advance, waiting for me to adjust. After he was fully inside, he asked breathlessly, 'Are you okay?'
I softly hummed in acknowledgment.
Only then did he start moving. At first he was shallow and slow, then gradually deeper. I had wanted to keep pretending to be asleep, but my body was more honest than my will; the inner walls contracted uncontrollably, and my legs took the initiative to wrap around him. He noticed my response and immediately got a bit rougher, yet he still never completely let go.
During ejaculation, he pressed firmly to the deepest point, the hot liquid pouring in without a single drop lost. I could feel it overflowing along my inner walls. He lay panting on me for a long time before withdrawing, helped pull down my nightgown, and went to the folding bed himself.
I lay there, a wet stickiness between my legs. Guilt and satisfaction churned together, keeping me awake most of the night.
The next morning when he woke me up, I acted as if nothing had happened. During breakfast, he stole glances at me; I pretended not to notice. After he left for class, I sat alone on the edge of the bed for a long time in a daze, then went downstairs to buy emergency contraception.
The neighbor is a girl of the same age, also renting nearby, with a cheerful personality. While chatting idly, we somehow ended up talking about the awkwardness of co-renting and the desires of young people. She said with a laugh, 'We're both twenty-two. What happens behind closed doors is a matter of willingness. If you're willing, you're willing; if not, just refuse. Don't scare yourself.'
Her words seemed to flip a switch.
A week later, one evening, I took the initiative to change into a silk nightgown, wearing nothing underneath, and lay on the big bed. When he came back and saw it, his movements paused for a moment, then he walked over, sat by the bed, and asked me seriously:
"Meizi, are you sure?"
I nodded.
This time there was no pretending to sleep, no testing the waters. His hands trembled when he kissed me, but when he entered, he was steady and deep. I no longer suppressed my sounds, wrapping my legs around his waist and actively meeting his thrusts. It was as if he was finally allowed to let go, thrusting to the deepest point again and again, asking me, "Is this okay?" "Deeper or slower?"
I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder and answered him, 'Anything is fine... as long as it's you.'
That night we did it for a long time. In between, he came once. During the break, I actively climbed down and used my mouth to clean him up, then made him hard again. The second time, he had me straddle him and move on my own, his hands holding my waist, his eyes watching me the whole time. When I climaxed, I bit his finger, my inner walls tightening, bringing him to climax too.
The days after that became both ordinary and secretive.
During the day, we were still ordinary roommates sharing an apartment, eating together, discussing homework, occasionally arguing. At night, as long as both of us were home, once the door closed, it was a different story. Sometimes he would enter from behind, sometimes I would actively ride him. He liked watching my expression when I was filled; I liked hearing him whisper my name at the deepest point.
We agreed that this was only between us, and when we weren't having sex, we would maintain the boundaries of being roommates. There was no promise of forever, but we both understood this relationship had already gone beyond that of ordinary roommates.
Once after we finished, I lay on his chest and suddenly asked, 'Does it feel weird?'
He thought about it and said, “You’re twenty-two now. If you’re willing, we continue; if you’re not, you can stop anytime. I won’t force you, and don’t force yourself either.”
I nodded, burying my face even deeper.
Summer in the university town is long. In the shared one-bedroom apartment, the folding bed gradually lost its use. The big bed gained the scent of two people, their intermingled breaths, and those words spoken only at night, laden with lust.
Some relationships, once they begin, can never go back to how they were.
And we are all adults, aware of what we are doing, and willing to take responsibility for this voluntary closeness.
When summer became truly hot, the shared one-bedroom apartment felt even more like a space for just the two of them.
The folding bed was completely pushed into the corner, piled with seasonal clothes and textbooks that hadn't been organized yet. The large bed became the only sleeping area. Wang Mei would sometimes remind him before his class: 'If you have an experiment class tonight, send a message in advance so I can turn on the air conditioner.' He would always reply with an 'Okay,' adding, 'You sleep first, don't wait for me.'
But she almost always waited.
Once he was working late in the lab and didn't return until after eleven. As soon as the door opened, he saw her leaning against the headboard, only the bedside lamp was on, the shoulder strap of her silk nightgown slipping down her arm. She wasn't pretending to be asleep, just looked up at him, her voice a bit hoarse:
"You’re back?"
He nodded, put down his backpack, and walked over. She took the initiative to reach out and pull at the hem of his clothes, bringing him to the side of the bed. The kiss started from the corner of her lips and slowly deepened. Her hands were already skillfully unbuttoning him, while he slipped her nightdress off her shoulders. Neither of them had any unnecessary words, as if they were carrying out something both were familiar with.
As he entered, he deliberately slowed down, waiting for her to adjust before moving. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels gently pressing against the small of his back, urging him to go deeper. He lowered his head to kiss her collarbone, but his thrusts grew heavier and heavier. Soon, the room was filled only with the sound of bodies colliding and suppressed panting. When she climaxed, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, gently biting his skin with her teeth, her inner walls contracting in waves. He waited until she had recovered before releasing himself deep inside.
Afterward he did not withdraw immediately; staying connected, he lay on his side, palm pressed against her sweat-damp back. Her breathing gradually steadied, and then she suddenly said:
"I saw you talking with a girl in the library today."
He paused for a moment: “From the same group, discussing the experimental data.”
"I know." She buried her face even tighter, "It’s just that I suddenly feel a little... jealous."
He gave a low chuckle, his hand sliding down to cover her butt again: “And now?”
She didn't answer, just lifted her hips, letting the part of him that hadn't fully softened bury deeper again. They did it once more, this time slower and tighter. When it ended, she lazily lay on his chest and said:
“Not jealous anymore now.”
The days went on like this.
During the day, they were still ordinary roommates sharing a flat. Going to the cafeteria together, buying late-night snacks at the convenience store downstairs together, occasionally arguing about who should do the dishes. At night, once the door closed, the boundaries disappeared. Sometimes she actively straddled him, controlling the rhythm herself; sometimes he entered from behind, one hand reaching around to fondle her breasts, the other pressing her hand to let her touch the place where they joined. At first she was shy, but gradually got used to it, even actively lowering her hips further to let him enter deeper.
Once, in the middle of it, he suddenly stopped, pressing his forehead against hers, and asked:
“What if other people find out?”
She looked into his eyes, thought for a few seconds, and answered seriously, 'Then let them know. We're both twenty-two, it's not like we're doing anything wrong.'
He said nothing else, only started moving again, this time heavier than usual. She was thrust forward repeatedly, then pulled back by him, and in the end cried as she climaxed, yet still spread her legs wider.
Mid-semester, her supervisor arranged a temporary ten-day off-campus research trip. The night before leaving, the two barely slept. She proactively asked him to cum inside, saying 'there's medicine anyway.' He complied, but after finishing, he still helped clean her up and fed her a contraceptive pill. She leaned in his arms and whispered:
"The first thing you do when you get back is want you."
“Good.”
During those ten days, they would talk every day. Sometimes it was simple check-ins, sometimes late-night video calls. She would fix her phone, slowly take off her clothes piece by piece, pose as he requested, and use her fingers to mimic his entry. On the other end, he would hold himself, releasing to the sound of her voice. After hanging up, both would remain silent for a while, then softly say 'I miss you.'
On the day she returned, he specifically took time off to pick her up at the station. The moment they saw each other, they kissed, luggage tossed carelessly by the door of the rental. Clothes were strewn from the entryway to the bedside. As she had said, there was almost no foreplay; she positioned herself on all fours, presenting her back entrance to him—something they had only started trying later on.
“Come in directly.”
He applied lubricant, but still first confirmed with his fingers that she was relaxed enough before slowly entering. The instant he fully went in, both of them let out satisfied sighs. This time they were rough and urgent, as if they wanted to make up for all the days apart. When she climaxed, she cried out; it wasn’t pain, but the grievance and satisfaction of having been so full, so deep, and not filled like this for so long. He bent down and kissed away her tears, but his lower body never stopped.
“I’m here.”
"I know... keep going..."
During ejaculation, he pressed firmly to the deepest point, giving her everything. She tightened, burying her face in the pillow, her voice muffled:
“Don’t go out... just stay like this for a while.”
He did as he was told.
When autumn arrived, the shared rental contract was about to expire. The landlord said they could renew it or switch to a larger two-bedroom. The two of them sat on the edge of the bed and discussed it for a long time. Finally, she said:
"Keep renting a one-bedroom, one-living-room place. If it's two bedrooms, I'd still have to walk through the hallway at night just to reach you, too much trouble."
He smiled and pulled her into his arms: “Then that folding bed can be thrown away.”
"Should've thrown it away long ago."
On the night they renewed the contract, they bought some wine. They didn’t drink much, just enough to flush their faces. She took the initiative to climb onto his lap, undid her own clothes, and pressed her chest to his mouth. He took it in, his tongue circling her nipple, while his lower body was already hard, pressing against her thighs. She lifted her waist and sat down on him herself, then slowly began to rise and fall after taking him all in. The wine made them both bolder. As she moved, she whispered things she would never normally dare to say; he supported her hips and thrust upward, each push deep and heavy.
When the climax hit, her whole body trembled, her inner walls gripping him tightly. He didn't come immediately but laid her down and continued from the front. Her legs were pressed wide open, each thrust allowing her to see herself being stretched open. She reached down, touching the place where they were joined, her voice already hoarse:
"So deep... it's all inside already..."
By the time he made his final sprint, she went again. The feeling of semen pouring in made her tremble slightly, but she still tightened her legs around him, not letting him pull out.
Afterward they lay together, the wind outside the window gently swaying the curtains. Her fingers traced circles on his chest as she suddenly said:
"When you graduate next year, where do you plan to go?"
“I’ve already found an internship in this city. What about you?”
“I’m also in this city. The spot for graduate school has already been decided.”
He held her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “Then let’s keep living together.”
“Good.”
When winter came, the big bed had a thickened quilt on it. The two of them often stayed curled up inside it all day. Sometimes it was him entering her from behind, one hand reaching into the quilt to rub her breasts, the other holding her hand down, together touching her cunt; sometimes she took the initiative to straddle him, controlling the depth herself, her nipples swaying in front of his eyes with each rise and fall. Afterward neither of them was in a hurry to get up; they just stayed connected like that, listening to each other's heartbeat.
Once, in the middle of it, he suddenly asked:
“Will there come a day when you get bored of it?”
She thought for a moment and answered seriously: 'I might. But not yet. What about you?'
“No.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “At least for now, I only want to keep going.”
She nodded and actively kissed him. As the kiss deepened, both became hard again. This time they made love especially slowly, as if trying to say all the unspoken words with their bodies. By the end, it was snowing outside. Leaning against his chest, listening to the faint sound of snow falling on the windowsill, she suddenly felt a deep peace in her heart.
The days in the university town are still long.
In the one-bedroom apartment they shared, the folding bed was never unfolded again. Left on the big bed were their scent, intertwined breaths, and those closenesses that only appeared at night, carrying desire yet also tenderness.
They were all twenty-two-year-old adults.
Knowing clearly what one is doing, and willing to take responsibility for this voluntary closeness.
And the story was still continuing.
——
A few months later, one weekend, one of her high school classmates came to visit. The classmate was a straightforward girl. After entering and seeing that the room had only one big bed, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “You two...?”
Wang Mei did not avoid the question, just said calmly: "Live together. Also together."
The classmate was stunned for a moment, then smiled: “Fine, you’re already twenty-two. Just know your own business.”
After seeing off her classmate, he came out of the kitchen and asked, 'What did you say just now?'
"I told the truth." She walked over and took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist. "Anyway, it’s not like it’s something shameful."
He lowered his head and kissed her. As he kissed her, his hand slipped into her clothes. She did not refuse, but instead pressed her body closer. This time they did not go into the bedroom; they were on the living room sofa. She straddled him, lowered herself down on her own, both hands braced on his shoulders, moving slowly. Sunlight shone in from outside the window, making the outlines of the two of them very clear. Looking into his eyes, she suddenly said:
"If we have to meet the parents later, how should we explain it?"
He held her hips and gave an upward thrust: “Just say we met through a shared rental. The rest can be explained later.”
She smiled and quickened her pace. When orgasm came, she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, her voice trembling, yet she repeated that sentence again.
“We’re both adults.”
He responded and released himself at the deepest point.
When the semen remained, she didn't get up immediately, just sat there, feeling it slowly overflow. After a long time, she whispered:
"Go on. At least for now, I want to continue."
He nodded and held her even tighter.
The wind in the university town still blows. In the small shared room, two people placed their bodies and hearts in each other's hands. No one forced it, and no one regretted it.
When winter truly turned cold, thin ice began to form on the ground in the university town.
In the one-bedroom apartment they shared, the heater became the most important presence. Sometimes Wang Mei would warm the quilt in advance before he got out of class, and when he came back he would just crawl straight in. He, in turn, had formed the habit of rubbing his freezing red hands warm at the door before slipping them inside her clothes. The icy touch made her flinch slightly, but she never dodged; instead, she took the initiative to offer her body to him.
Once his lab class ran very late, and when he returned, she was already asleep. He got into bed quietly, intending just to hold her while sleeping, but as soon as his hand touched her waist, she woke up. Without turning on the light, she turned over in the darkness and kissed him on her own. As the kissing continued, she guided his hand downward and pulled her pajama pants down to her knees herself. When he entered, they both let out a sigh, as if finally returning to where they should be. This time they moved extremely slowly, each withdrawal almost pulling out completely before plunging back in fully. She spread her legs wide, her hands braced against his chest, and whispered, 'Deeper... just like that.'
After ejaculating, he didn't withdraw, lying on his side in the connected position. Her fingers slowly traced his back, and she suddenly spoke:
“Next month I’m going home for a while. For the New Year.”
He gave an “mm.”
“What about you?”
“I’m going back too. Probably staying for five days.”
She was silent for a moment, then buried her face in the crook of his neck: 'What about those five days...?'
He chuckled lowly, his palm covering her butt as he gave it a gentle squeeze: “The video. Or endure it.”
She bit his shoulder, not hard but with a hint of resentment. He knew she was expressing reluctance, so he hardened again and did it once more while not completely soft. This time, she was extremely active, riding up and down on her own, her nipples swaying before his eyes with each movement. When she climaxed, her whole body tensed, her inner walls tightly gripping him, bringing him to release as well.
The five days apart were more agonizing than expected.
She video calls every night. Sometimes they just chat about family matters; sometimes she fixes her phone, takes off her clothes, and poses as he requests. He watches from the other end, holding himself, releasing to her voice. Once, she used her fingers to mimic his entry, moving while panting, 'I miss you so much... it feels so empty inside.' He felt his scalp tingle, and when he came, she climaxed too; the wetness between her legs was visible on the screen.
On the day they met again, both of them took time off work. As soon as she came out of the station, she threw herself into his arms. The luggage was left at the entrance of the rented room, and their clothes were tossed from the entryway all the way to the bed. She almost immediately lay down and presented her back passage to him—that was something they later gradually tried and became used to.
“Come in directly. I’m ready.”
He applied lubricant, but still first confirmed with his fingers before slowly entering. The instant he fully went in, she let out a long sigh, as if finally filled. This time they were heavy and urgent, as if they wanted to make up for all the days apart. When she climaxed, she cried out with a trembling voice: “Too full... really too full...” He bent down and kissed the back of her neck, but his lower body never stopped, until he too released deep inside.
The sensation of semen remaining inside made her tremble lightly, yet she still lowered her waist further, not letting him withdraw.
The days after that became even closer.
During the day, they still had their respective classes, but at night they almost never slept apart. The folding bed was completely used as a storage rack. The big bed now held two pillows, intermingled breaths, and those conversations filled with desire that only appeared at night. Sometimes he entered from behind, one hand reaching around to fondle her breasts, the other pressing her hand to touch their joining place together; sometimes she actively straddled him, controlling the depth herself, watching his expression as she moved.
Once, in the middle of it, he suddenly stopped and asked:
“What if after graduation we work in different cities?”
She looked at him, thought for a long time, and answered seriously: 'Then try to find the same city. If it really doesn't work out... we'll figure something out. But at least for now, I don't want to stop.'
He nodded and started moving again. This time he was gentler than usual, every entry deep and slow, as if confirming something. When it ended, she leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and suddenly felt a great sense of peace inside.
Near the end of the semester, her supervisor added an extra group presentation. She prepared until very late, and when she returned, he was already asleep. She didn't turn on the main light, just gently got into bed and hugged him from behind. He woke up, turned over, and kissed her in the dark. As the kissing continued, she proactively lifted her leg, letting him enter. Neither spoke, just using their bodies to exchange the day's fatigue and longing. After ejaculating, he helped clean her and held her in his arms. She quickly fell asleep, her breathing becoming steady.
When spring arrived, the trees in the university district began to sprout new buds.
The contract still had a few months left. The two formally discussed life after graduation. He had already received an offer from a company in the city, while she had confirmed her place in the graduate program at their school. Staying or leaving, either way it was this city. On the night they signed the lease renewal, they bought small cakes and wine and celebrated simply.
They hadn't drunk much, but their faces were flushed. She actively climbed onto his lap, undid her clothes herself, and brought her chest to his mouth. He took it in, his tongue circling her nipple, his lower body already hard. She lifted her hips and sat down, swallowing him whole before starting to slowly rise and fall. The alcohol made both bolder. As she moved, she whispered things she'd never normally say; he held her buttocks, thrusting upward, each stroke deep and heavy.
When the climax hit, her whole body trembled, her inner walls gripping him tightly. He didn't come immediately but laid her down and continued from the front. Her legs were pressed wide open, each thrust allowing her to see herself being stretched open. She reached down, touching the place where they were joined, her voice already hoarse:
"So deep... it's all inside already..."
By the time he made his final sprint, she went again. The feeling of semen pouring in made her tremble slightly, but she still tightened her legs around him.
Afterward, they lay together, and the wind outside the window rustled the new leaves. Her fingers traced circles on his chest, and she suddenly said:
"If we have to meet the parents later, say we met while sharing an apartment. As for the rest, we'll decide after we figure things out ourselves."
He held her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “Okay.”
Time continued to move forward.
Once her high school classmate came to visit again and stayed overnight. The classmate was very direct, and during dinner, looking at the room with only one large bed, she smiled and asked: 'Which side do each of you sleep on now?'
Wang Mei did not avoid it: "Sleep together. Also together... other things."
The classmate gave a whistle, but did not press further, only saying: “You’re already twenty-two. Just know your own business. I wish you well.”
After seeing off her classmate, he came out of the kitchen and asked what had been said just now. She told him truthfully. After hearing it, he simply pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her. As they kissed, his hand slipped into her clothes. She didn't refuse; instead, she pressed her body closer. This time they didn't go to the bedroom; they stayed right on the living room sofa. She straddled him, sank down, braced her hands on his shoulders, and began to move slowly. The setting sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on their silhouettes. Looking into his eyes, she suddenly said:
"I think this is pretty good."
He held her hips and thrust upward once: “Me too.”
She smiled and quickened her pace. When orgasm came, she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, her voice trembling, yet she repeated that sentence again.
“We’re both adults.”
He responded and released himself at the deepest point.
When the semen remained, she didn't get up immediately, just sat there, feeling it slowly overflow. After a long time, she whispered:
"Go on. At least for now, I want to continue."
He nodded and held her even tighter.
The wind in the university town still blows. In the small shared room, two people placed their bodies and hearts in each other's hands. No one forced it, and no one regretted it.
The story written up to this point is still just a page in the middle.
And they both knew that as long as they were willing, they could keep writing it.
——
A rainy night a few weeks later, she suddenly asked him:
“What if one of us gets tired of it first one day—then what?”
He thought for a long time, then answered seriously: “Then just tell the truth. Don’t drag it out, don’t lie. We promised each other that we’d only continue if it’s voluntary.”
She nodded, burying her face in his chest. The rain was loud, hitting the window like a rhythm. His hand slowly stroked her back, but his lower body was already reacting. She felt it, looked up at him, her eyes filled with both amusement and desire.
“Not tired of it yet.”
"I know."
She actively straddled him, guiding him inside herself. This time they did it extremely slowly, each rise and fall seeming to confirm something. When they finished, the rain hadn't stopped yet. She leaned against him, listening to the rain and his heartbeat, suddenly feeling her heart was very full.
University days are still ongoing.
In the one-bedroom apartment they shared, the big bed became their most familiar place. The folding bed was piled with textbooks and off-season clothes, and was never unfolded again. The two of them handed their most private desires and their most ordinary daily lives to each other, as if all the tentative closeness they had tested had been brewed into something thicker and hotter that belonged only to the two of them.
No one forced it.
And no one regretted it.
And the story was still being written forward.
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