The True Story of Ling and I (Transformation Series Adult Novels)

Five years ago, I entered university, an ordinary technical college, and studied English. As we all know, 90% of the students in the English major are girls. Since I am a native of the provincial capital and I look quite handsome, I have become a popular figure in my class and even in the entire department. But I am not the playboy type, and I don’t have a girlfriend because I had been pursuing a female classmate since my senior year of high school and was still pursuing her until my freshman year, but she always rejected me, so I didn’t have a girlfriend when I entered university. Although the glitz and glamor of college life was extremely tempting, I had always been living a single life.

When I entered university, I joined a club, the English Lovers Association (hereinafter referred to as ENGLAB). The club allowed me to meet many alumni, including many beautiful girls. However, I really had no interest in dating at that time. Although there were many suitors, I always rejected them politely. In the eyes of the public, people think that I have very high standards, even a little arrogant, but to be honest, I'm not like that. When it comes to girlfriends, I don't have high requirements. I like plump ones with big breasts. Of course, what's more important is that the feeling is right. So I continued my single life in college based on my own views on partner selection. I am not a virgin so I feel particularly empty sexually, but I still stick to the principle of "better to be single than to be with the wrong person".

During my entire freshman year, I devoted all my attention to the club and achieved some results in the English Association. After the start of my sophomore year, I naturally took the position of president of the English Association.

A whole year of being single has passed, and I sometimes wonder: why hasn’t the girl in my life appeared yet? A year has passed so quickly, how many more years will it take to end? As I thought about this, I felt a trace of pain in my heart, and I actually felt a little sad for myself.

Ling came into my life when I least expected it. Just when I was lamenting the emptiness of my life, she walked into my heart.

That was the first semester of my sophomore year. My club and another association in the school, I remember it was the Calligraphy Association, were organizing a party together. At noon that day, as the president of the English Association, I took several leaders of my association and several leaders of the Calligraphy Association to a meeting in a classroom to plan together. Ling is a minister of that association and is in the same class as me. When I saw her for the first time, I knew she was the girl I was waiting for. She was about 165cm tall, with curly hair draped over her shoulders, a round face, and was wearing a pink top. Her breasts were bulging and very disproportionate to her figure. After that, we kept discussing the planning of the party, but my eyes fell on her many times intentionally or unintentionally. During the whole meeting, Ling didn't say much and looked very reserved. In the following days, her image was almost all on my mind. When we first met, I felt that she was a rather reserved and introverted woman, and it seemed that it would be difficult to pursue her, but I was always waiting for an opportunity to get closer to her.

I had my first contact with her on the afternoon of the party. At the party, everyone was setting up the venue. I assigned tasks to my subordinates and then supervised the place. Ling was also there. She was blowing balloons. She was wearing a tank top that day. Her sexy body made me feel aroused at first sight. My penis was so hard that I couldn't move. Although I am not after her purely for sex, having sex with a girl he likes is what every man pursues.

I walked closer to her, she saw me, smiled sweetly and said, "President, don't be idle, help me blow up the balloon."

I didn't expect her to talk to me, and I was a little nervous. After all, she was the one I liked, but I quickly calmed down and said, "Okay, do you want any reward for helping me?"

She laughed and handed me a balloon eraser, "You wish."

She and I chatted while blowing balloons, and I learned her name and major. It also overturned the previous prediction that she is actually a very lively girl.

"Hey, why didn't you join our Heroes Association before?" I asked her.

"When I was a freshman, I only joined one club, the Calligraphy Association, because there was a junior who was from the same hometown as me, and I thought I would have someone to look after me in the future, so I joined the Calligraphy Association."

"Hey, if you join the British Association, I will take care of you, right?"

"What's the point of saying it now? I didn't know you at that time."

"Now that we know each other, you can join our association today."

"Well, since you are the president, I don't have to pay membership fees, right?"

"You still have to pay the membership fee, but I can give you a 5% discount."

We started joking around again, and thinking back now, I was really happy at that time. And from that day on, we became friends, always texting and calling each other. Although I knew she had a boyfriend who was studying in another city, I was unwilling to give up on the girl I liked so easily. Until a week later...

Around nine o'clock that evening, I asked Ling out and we met in the small garden of the school.

"What's the matter?" She looked at me curiously.

I was actually a little nervous because I asked her out just to confess my feelings to her. I calmed myself down, then smiled casually and said, "Of course it's very important."

When I said this, I clearly remember her somewhat shy expression, perhaps she had realized it.

I finally put my arms around her, and she didn't resist. I whispered in her ear, "Ling, be my girlfriend."

She said nothing and rested her head on my chest.

"Will you be my girlfriend? I really love you. I thought so the first time I saw you."

After a while, she finally said, "I want to, but it's not possible. You know..."

"I know! I know you have a boyfriend, but I really love you, and I want you to marry me in the future."

She shuddered, obviously shocked by what I said. "Do you really want to marry me?"

"kindness!"

She gently pushed me away and sat on the stone bench. I sat next to her and held her little hand. She fell into silence again, thinking. I didn't say anything either. Finally, she said, "Let me think about it. Walk with me."

We got up and walked around the campus, but she refused to let me hold her hand. At this time I knew that she also had feelings for me, but because she already had a boyfriend, I had to feel very embarrassed.

The heavy rain that followed marked the beginning of our unforgettable night. It was pouring rain and we could only hide in the teaching building. We waited for a long time, but the rain still didn't stop. I said, "Let's go to the big classroom of our English Association and sit down. Let's go after the rain stops." She agreed, and we went upstairs.

It is worth mentioning that the classroom is on the top floor of the teaching building, and behind the stairs. It is a large T-shaped classroom, a special classroom for the English Department. Because I am the president of the English Association, the teacher let me take charge of the key to this classroom. That classroom is only used when activities are carried out and is not used for classes. Moreover, there is only one wall with a window in the entire classroom, and it faces the playground. So, it was a very secluded classroom.

I opened the classroom door, turned on the light, she came in, and then I closed the door.

I hesitated for a moment and said to her, "Let's turn off the lights. It will be inconvenient if the teacher finds out that we are here."

I hugged her and she didn't resist. After a while, she said, "I'm a little sleepy and want to go back to sleep."

"The rain hasn't stopped yet, lean on my shoulder." She really leaned on me, and one of her plump breasts pressed against my body, and my penis instantly swelled up. I want to have sex with her.

My hands began to wander over her back and I noticed that her breathing began to quicken. I wondered if she was a virgin, but at the moment I couldn't confirm anything. I lowered my head and kissed her face. Her chubby face was exactly what I liked. She dodged a little, and I immediately grabbed her breasts and started kneading them. I put my lips against hers and licked her tongue wildly. She stopped dodging and let me pinch her big breasts and her tongue started to make love with mine. When I did this, she stopped resisting. Could it be that she was not a virgin? Because a woman who has had sex with a man many times will feel something as long as the man caresses her even slightly.

Just like that, my hands rubbed her big breasts, and my tongue stayed with hers for a long time. My lower body was so hard that I simply picked her up. I sat on this large square table first, and then held her on me. Her legs were spread apart, and my penis was pressed between her legs through my pants. She moaned, and I put my hands into her bra to touch it. Her nipples were already hard, and I felt that her nipples were very big. I began to grab her nipples and pinch them. Her moans began to speed up, and I knew she wanted it too. At this point I was sure she was not a virgin. But my love for her will not decrease because of this, because after I confessed to her just now, during her silence, my feelings for her have evolved from liking her to loving her.

Yes, I love her, and now I want to love her with my body. I lifted up her shirt, revealing her two huge breasts. The dim light outside the window allowed me to see that her nipples were black between her two big piles of flesh. I put her on the table, bit one of her breasts and licked it madly, while my tongue flicked her nipples violently. The other hand was rubbing her other breast.

"Ah... No, not here..."

"It's okay. I'm the only one who has the key to this classroom. No one will know if we turn off the lights." After saying that, I unzipped her jeans with my other hand and reached into her panties. My hand was immediately soaked, and she was already very wet down there. I continued to lick her nipples while fiddling with her vaginal opening with my hands. Her labia minora opened wider and wider under the stimulation of my fingers. I inserted three fingers into her and poked her. Her moans became louder, but she didn't dare to scream too loudly. She could only endure it and twisted her body violently.

I thought it was time for me to insert it, so I took off my underwear and exposed my big cock that hadn't been used by a woman for more than a year. I put her hand on my erect penis, and she stroked it skillfully. I took off her jeans and underwear, spread her legs apart, and inserted my cock into her vagina. Her vagina was easily inserted, and then I pressed on her and thrusted, just on that big table, a table that was big enough to serve as our cradle. I imagined that students usually listened to a professor's lecture in this classroom. But today, I took advantage of my position to have sex with Ling in this secluded place. Ling's vagina was penetrated by my hard rod which had not been used for more than a year. She must have done it often with her boyfriend in the past. I can understand this from the feeling of me fucking her now, but now we have physical relations and I love her so much, I don't care about these as long as she loves me in the future. As I thought about it, I poked her harder, and her fingers scratched my back desperately. We were both still clothed, so she couldn't scream too loudly, so she could only scratch my back hard. She had secreted a lot, and the table was already wet, all of it was the vaginal fluid. Every time I thrust my penis in, I thrust with all my strength, as if venting the sexual emptiness I've felt over the past year. Each insertion made a crisp sound. We continued like this for about forty minutes, and then I said, "I'm going to cum."

She actually held my hips with both hands, as if waiting for me to ejaculate inside her. I originally thought she would say something like "don't cum inside", but she actually used such an action, and I didn't care so much. In the end, I fucked her hard a few times, and stream after stream of semen was sent into her wet vagina.

My whole body seemed empty. I held her in my arms. She lay down, took out her own jeans, and wiped her vagina and my penis with a tissue. Later we just hugged each other like that, on that big table. After talking a lot, I learned that her boyfriend and she had been dating since her freshman year of high school, and they had physical relations at that time. They loved each other very much, but after going to college, they were separated and their relationship was not as close as before. In more than a year in college, they had only done it less than three times. I later asked her if she was acting like this with me because she felt lonely, and she got very angry. From her attitude, it seemed like she really had feelings for me too. Later we fell asleep in each other's arms. As for when the rain stopped, I can no longer remember.

The first time I had sex with her in the classroom was undoubtedly an experience I will never forget in my college career and even in my life. The excitement, tension, indulgence and love for her at that time are all unforgettable. Later Ling broke up with her boyfriend. We became official boyfriend and girlfriend. Although she was not a so-called "beauty", she was my type, and I had fallen in love with her.

Ling is the kind of woman who loves to enjoy sex very much. Every weekend we get a room outside and have sex three or four times a night. She and I tried 69 and anal sex. I feel happy that I have a girlfriend who is so good in bed. I often look forward to getting married and being together forever.

But everything is illusory. Because of her major, she went to Beijing for an internship in her junior year. She was away for nearly half a year and was not able to come back when she was about to graduate. She came back twice during this period. Although we had crazy sex every time she came back, I felt that she was deliberately ignoring me when we were apart. The last time we talked on the phone she proposed breaking up, the reason being that she would be working in Beijing for a long time, and my family had already arranged a job for me locally, so it was impossible for us to really be together in the future.

Until now I am still not sure whether she really loved me. Maybe she was with me just because she couldn't stand the loneliness? In that case, maybe I really had the wrong person. Now we are strangers and I can't ask her this question again, but I understand that I loved her at that time, I loved her sincerely, even more than physical desire. On the last day of my graduation, looking at the Yingxie classroom where we had made love, I could only say silently in my heart: Goodbye, my university, goodbye, my Ling, goodbye, my youth.

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