Apartment Spring (Alternative Other Adult Novels)

By the time we reached my apartment in the heavy rain, we were soaking wet.

"Come up!" I opened the forbidden door. Yajing, this little nympho, tried every means to get in and take a look. Now that she is here, she must be made to look good.

Yajing is my junior and we are usually quite good friends. Since I have no interest in her, I always keep my distance from her out of conscience. But she was a little too proactive, often asking me to do things that only a boyfriend would do, such as bringing her midnight snacks, helping her move things, and taking her to work, etc. She would often get close to me under the pretext of schoolwork, and would often ask to come to my apartment to play.

Today I took her shopping on a voluntary basis, but we encountered heavy rain on the way back, so I had to bring her back. Since I’ve brought it back... hehe!

In fact, her face is really cute, and there should be many boys who like her. Why haven't I heard of anyone pursuing her? But to me, her short stature, ungirly personality, and sloppy clothes do not suit my taste for a "beautiful lady with good temperament".

"Hey!" She took the towel I handed her, removed the hairpin, and wiped her wet hair. She has fair skin, black hair and a focused expression, she is very beautiful. This made me more determined.

"I want to take a shower, do you want one?" The weather was a bit cold and I was soaked. It would be so comfortable to change clothes and take a hot shower at the same time.

"I can lend you clothes first, and return them to me after they are dry."

"Um."

Whether it was personal preference or practical need, I expected she would agree. I found a shirt and a pair of sports shorts in the closet and gave them to her.

"You take a shower first!" I let her go into the bathroom first, closed the door, and changed my wet clothes. Next, we will locate it immediately!

The bathroom door is a bit old and not very private. There is a crack on the side of the door, and you can see clearly inside if you stick it on. hey-hey! Normally I can only peek at my roommate’s girlfriend taking a shower, but today I finally “brought one myself”!

She has a plump figure. Although I don't know much about it, I'm sure her breasts are at least D cup. I am often dazzled by the sight of these two meaty balls, but today I finally get to see their true appearance. If everything goes well, I will have some fun with it later...

I held my breath and moved closer, and the alluring scenery appeared before my eyes in its entirety. Her skin is so white and tender, just like a baby's. Although they are small in size, the pair of fleshy balls look like a pair of papayas hanging on top. I really want to stuff them into my mouth, even if it means choking to death. The worst thing about her is that she has a lot of fat from her butt to her thighs, which makes her look a bit fat and shaky. I just watched her rinse her whole body and rub her hair. Fortunately, I can enjoy scenes like this from time to time, otherwise I would not be able to resist the impulse.

When she was done, she put on my shirt and shorts, the only two items of clothing she had on. After coming out of the bathroom, I handed her the bath towel and hair dryer, told her the dryer was on the balcony, and then it was my turn to wash myself.

After taking a hot bath, I feel relaxed all over, it's time to "enjoy" her. But there is no need to rush this matter. Being too impatient will only do harm. The best way is to let nature take its course. If you don’t get to eat it, you can just forget about it. This is my philosophy. Otherwise, you can't be a playboy, you are only fit to be a pervert.

Opening the bathroom door, I smiled at her as she sat on the floor. She unexpectedly broke away from her usual bashful behavior and smiled shyly. By the way, because we were not wearing much and had just taken a shower, we looked like a young couple, and she was the one waiting for me over there...my wife! Although everything seemed to be going well, although she looked lively on weekdays, she was very alert to physical contact. So don’t be too reckless!

"Let's take a break!" I turned on the radio and the music playing was relaxing. "When the rain stops and the clothes are dry, I'll take you back."

"Senior, your room is so beautiful." She pointed at my saxophone and asked, "What is this?"

I opened the box and showed it to her. The saxophone, which had not been seen for a long time, was still shining.

"Wow! Is this a saxophone? You can play it!"

"No, it's just for show."

She showed her signature smile with two canine teeth in her mouth: "Can you blow it for me?"

"Next time! This one makes a very loud sound. I have to take it outside to the park to play it, otherwise I will be chased out by my neighbors." Damn, I haven't played it in so long. I don't have enough energy. How can the sound I make still be audible?

Then she was like a curious baby. She wanted to see my speakers, and then asked me to open the drawer to show her. She looked like she wanted to search my room thoroughly. Later, she finally calmed down because I turned on the computer for her to play. I didn't expect that she is also the moderator of the "Changhua version" of our school's BBS site, but she rarely manages it and only reads articles when she goes to the site. I started another game for her to play and taught her briefly. She started playing seriously, so I had to pick up the book and read by myself.

Not long after, she called again: "Senior, how do we play here?"

I leaned over to take a look, and that was indeed the more difficult part. "Come, let me help you play." I bent down to play that part. But this is a bit complicated, and I still couldn't pass it after playing with it for a while.

She gave me half of her chair to sit on, and it was interesting to sit there, with her soft and warm body pressed against mine. I held the mouse in one hand and put my arm around her shoulders with the other, and started playing.

I couldn't pass the game no matter how hard I tried because I wasn't concentrating on it. She had no objection and just watched me play. When I finally passed the checkpoint and took a look at her, I found that her face was flushed and her eyes looked strange. Maybe she rarely has such experience! This innocent little girl is waiting for me to teach her a valuable lesson!

I looked into her eyes and ran my hands through her hair. She looked away and lowered her head. I held her chin and kissed her.

The little mouth looks like it has never been kissed. Just a light touch, it was the first time. The second time, he kissed her deeply. She was a little dazed and didn't react. While kissing her, his hands began to move. She still didn't respond.

Her breasts are the biggest I have ever touched. I can really feel the softness through the thin shirt, it's so enjoyable! When I unbuttoned her clothes, she didn't resist as expected and I stripped her naked surprisingly easily.

"Senior..." she said in a tone that was almost a moan.

"You are so beautiful..." I said this as I glanced at her body as she sat on me, just to give her a perfunctory response. She is a little plump and cannot be said to be very beautiful, but she is very attractive and everyone's eyes are attracted by her two huge breasts.

What can truly be considered beautiful is her skin. Although the word "satin-smooth" may sound old-fashioned, it is the right way to describe it. Although I often see it in articles, it is very rare in real life, let alone letting me touch it as I am doing now.

I carefully laid her flat on the floor and caressed her possible sensitive areas from head to toe. Girls who have no sexual experience seem to have sensitive areas all over their bodies. When you suck her nipples, she will tremble all over; when you tease her abdomen, she will also moan. And so I explored all the way to her mysterious bud.

I imagine myself as a butterfly. Ever seen a rude butterfly? No, so I treated this part of her very gently. Even so, she still made a "wu..." sound, but I was sure that it was not a sound of pain or crying, because her love fluid was gushing out like a spring.

I licked it with my tongue. The smell of the sea with a hint of urine seemed to be inviting me to come in. It turns out that "Love is like the tide" refers to this. What a dirty song.

I took out my "big" brother that had been eager to come in, put it at her entrance, lifted her waist, and slowly pushed it forward.

I had been mentally prepared for what strange noises she might make, but she just trembled, and I accidentally slipped in with just a little force.

Every girl's vagina is warm and slippery, and I have never met an exception. So her vagina is no different from any other girl's. I thrust gently a few times, and when I saw her virgin blood staining my little brother, I stopped, because it usually hurts the first time. I changed the movement to shaking left and right, and she made a "wuwu" sound with my movement, and I kept doing this until I ejaculated inside her.

The rain stopped and she didn't say a word on the way I took her back to her place. I tried to get her to talk, but she was not as noisy as usual and just said a few words before lowering her head. In order to avoid being seen by her classmates, I drove her to the arcade and let her go in by herself.

But from that day on, she was no longer as clingy as before, and always avoided me every time we met. What is she thinking? I really don't understand. Later I learned from another school girl that she had an ugly boyfriend who was their classmate.

Maybe it's because of unsatisfied desire? Or maybe it was me that she actually liked, so she gave her first time to me with mixed feelings.

She finally came into my apartment.

When I was studying in Taipei, I rented an apartment in Yonghe and lived there for two years. A lot of things happened during that time.

I remember that day, I ran out of bamboo for my saxophone mouthpiece, so I went to a musical instrument store near Gongguan to buy one. When I entered the music store and saw the girl at the counter, I couldn't help but be surprised.

Yijun!

She was my classmate in elementary school. At that time, she was a well-known talented girl in the class. Not only was she good at her studies, she was also proficient in art, music, calligraphy and other talents. She was also very pretty, and she had a good figure when she was in the sixth grade. In fact, I have been secretly in love with her since the fourth grade of elementary school. Because of this, I have never been very familiar with her. On the one hand, primary school students are always awkward and shy about these things. On the other hand, because she was too outstanding, it made me, a young child, feel inferior! Therefore, even though we were in the same elementary school class for such a long time, she and I had only spoken no more than twenty sentences.

She still had a pretty face and a good figure, but she was not aware of my presence. She didn't even say "welcome", which is a basic greeting among shop assistants. She just kept wiping the things on her hands. I had no idea what kind of musical instrument that thing was, I just watched her rub it over and over again, looking absent-minded.

Of course, now I have grown from a silly boy into a girl killer, it is impossible for me to be speechless when seeing her, but I miss the childish mood of my childhood very much, so I am not in a hurry to recognize her, but pretend to look at the products in the store while looking at her through the reflection of the window glass, reminiscing about the innocence of those years.

It seems like she has suffered some setback! Naturally, I recognized her at the checkout, and although she had a smile on her face, it was obviously fake. Driven by sympathy and curiosity, I really wanted to help her relieve her mood.

I asked her to go to a small bar for a drink after get off work.

As we chatted, I learned that she had graduated from university and was currently preparing for the high school entrance exam. She worked three days a week in the musical instrument store and could study while running the store.

After a few drinks, the topic of conversation changed. I just found out that her boyfriend was studying abroad, and the news of his change of heart came to me a few days ago.

I think so too. Apart from a breakup, nothing can make a person so depressed. I also told her about my experience of first heartbreak during my first official love affair, hoping that she would feel better after hearing it.

And so, both of us, a little drunk, came to my apartment.

After asking her to sit down on the floor in the room, I opened a beer and we continued drinking and chatting.

I didn't give her many words of comfort. I just let her tell their story herself and then tried to help her sort out her current emotions.

Suddenly she said, "Actually, I've always admired your simplicity. If I'm going to have another man, I'm going to find someone as honest and caring as you."

If she knew that I am no longer simple and honest, she might feel discouraged about men! While I was still hesitating about how to respond to her words, she had already leaned her head on my shoulder.

I kissed her without hesitation. It's not that I'm taking advantage of someone's misfortune, but I know that emotional pain can be relieved through passion, so I'm helping her! Of course, the main purpose is to have fun.

She boldly stuck out her tongue and licked my lips, her eyes were hazy and her body was filled with a mixture of body odor and the smell of alcohol. I remember when I was in elementary school, when she walked past me, she always left a faint fragrance. That was my favorite taste, but now I can’t remember what it tasted like. Now she is a mature urban woman, and the fragrance on her body is no longer the same as that of the little girl back then. But for me, being able to smell her fragrance again, my childhood dream, is so sweet.

I opened the collar of her T-shirt and kissed her smooth shoulders. She gently pushed me away and took off her T-shirt and strapless bra by herself.

This scene seemed to have appeared in my unclear sexual fantasies when I was a child. Her figure was not as perfect as I had imagined at the time. She had fair skin, small breasts, and slightly brown nipples. I also took off my shirt to meet her eager eyes. I caressed her all over her body and she cooperated very well.

Although it is not known how many men she has had, it is clear that she is no stranger to this.

When we were young, both boys and girls were naturally more active, so it was not a big deal if a girl’s underwear was seen. She used to wear white panties every time. And what I am taking off from her now is also a pair of white panties, which vaguely seems to be the same style as she wore back then.

Because I was thinking about the past, I was stunned for a moment, and I heard her panting in my ear: "I want... give it to me quickly!" Hehehe! What I was going to do next was beyond what I could have imagined when I was ignorant about sex.

(Nonsense! At that time, I didn’t even know what a woman’s private parts looked like, so how could I imagine it?)

She lay on her back, panting, with honey flowing between her legs. Since my junior schoolmate came last time, I guessed that there would be many more opportunities like this in the future, so I bought a box of raincoats as a backup. I put on my raincoat and slowly inserted my dick into her vagina.

Her expression was very intense, but she just bit her lower lip and didn't make any loud noise. As I thrust in and out, she gradually began to hum. I rocked back and forth, kneading her breasts, and she placed her hands on my chest.

It didn't take long before I ejaculated. We worked well together, like we were destined to be a couple.

"Forget him!" I lay beside her, stroking her sweaty half-long hair, and whispered to her. She responded with a faint smile and did not comment.

After that, she came to my apartment a few more times, and we had sex there every time, and sometimes she stayed overnight.

But we never made any promises to each other. Perhaps she was still frightened by the injury she had suffered before, but I knew that I was not someone worthy of her trust, so I would rather she only regard me as a comfort.

Not long after, she passed the civil service exam as she wished and returned to the south to work. We haven't seen each other for several years.

At the next class reunion, we may become the two classmates who are most "familiar" with each other!