College toilet ejaculation incident (student campus adult novel)

I had been in college for just over a month when I had an adventure. I never expected that the attitudes towards sex between men and women in college were completely different from what I had in middle school.

The first time I went to the laboratory building to take a practical class, I felt like defecating halfway through. I went out to find the toilet. Because it was a laboratory building, there was no one in the corridor. I walked to the end and found a toilet door with a "male" curtain hung on it. I quickly lifted the curtain and went in. Unexpectedly, there was a girl inside who had just finished urinating. Her pants were pulled down to her knees. She was standing there with her legs apart, and she was lowering her head and carefully wiping her vagina with a tissue.

When I was 18 years old, it was the first time I saw the genitals of an adult woman. I was stunned on the spot, and felt a stream of hot blood rushing from the soles of my feet to the top of my head and then to my scrotum. It was hot, and I felt my penis beginning to become engorged and erect. He didn't pay attention to whether the girl was pretty or not. He just stared at her labia that was being opened with her fingers, and forgot to avoid it.

The girl was probably a junior or senior, and she didn't think it was strange to see me staring at her vagina stupidly. She wiped it calmly a few times and threw the tissue into the trash can. She deliberately exposed her genitals towards me and said to me in a joking tone: "Is it really that beautiful? Do you want to come over and take a closer look. You are a freshman, and this is your first time to do an experiment. The men's restroom is opposite, and we often deliberately hang the wrong curtain to amuse you young boys and girls who have just entered the school."

She laughed "ge, ge" and slowly pulled up her panties and then put on her jeans. I was startled and quickly left, sweating profusely.

After I came out, my heart beat faster and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Dazed and confused, he walked into the men's restroom opposite, which had a door curtain with the word "female" hung on it. There were two parallel rows of squat toilets in the men's restroom. I stepped onto one of the toilets in a trance. When I took off my pants, my erect penis jumped out, standing straight up. My mind was still thinking about the seductive vagina and pubic hair of the senior sister.

Because of the shocking scene just now, I no longer had the urge to defecate. I was squatting and felt my penis was swollen and uncomfortable. I looked down and suddenly felt something strange out of the corner of my eye. When I looked sideways, I was frightened again: I saw a girl squatting in the pit opposite the right row, staring at my butt and penis with her eyes wide open.

Her pants were pulled down to her calves and she was using her hands to peel off the sanitary napkin from her underwear. She was probably as stunned as I was. Coincidentally, we were squatting in opposite directions, face to face. I looked closely and recognized her as a girl from the same class. She was staring at my lower body in a daze. I guess she was frightened by my long and thick penis. She didn't expect that her lower body was also naked facing me, with her butt and thigh clearly visible to me. We just stared at each other's buttocks in a daze for half a minute.

Suddenly, we both woke up at the same time and hurriedly pulled up our pants. She had fair skin and was petite. When she stood up, my eyes immediately swept over her lower abdomen and genitals. I saw that she had very little pubic hair, her labia majora were red, and her labia minora were very developed, which could be seen protruding outside the labia majora when she stood up, which made my heart boil.

What happened next was beyond my expectation. She pulled up her panties and then quickly put on her pants. When I stood up, I forgot about my erect penis. It was 17 cm long and 36 mm thick, and it was so conspicuously facing her. Now it was completely exposed to her. I hurriedly stuffed my penis into my pants. Boys all know that it is difficult to bend an erect and hard penis and stuff it into jeans. It will be very painful to bend it hard and it will cause damage to the penis. I started sweating again.

I stole a glance and saw her with her mouth half open, her eyes wide open, staring at me stupidly as I played with that big penis. When she saw me looking at her from the side, her face turned red instantly, and she lowered her head. Suddenly she saw that she was still holding the bloody sanitary napkin in her hand, and she quickly threw it into the toilet. After she scared me, the blood congestion in my penis finally subsided, and it became softer and smaller. I was finally able to put it into my pants and zip it up.

Then, somehow, we had a conversation that still chills me to this day, which was enough to prove that we were both in a state of confusion.

Meimei: "Come to the toilet?" (God knows why she asked such a meaningless question)

Me: “Yeah, you came too?” (I really didn’t think through what I said at the time, there was no logic at all, and I followed her sentence and said something nonsense. I swear to God, I actually said that she also came to the toilet, and I definitely didn’t ask her if her period had come.)

Meimei: "Yes! (I noticed that her face was blushing very beautifully and she was sweating) What bad luck, it came several days in advance." (It seems that her thinking is also very confused, not much better than mine, she thinks I am a female classmate.)

"..." (Speechless, we really can't find the words)

Finally, at this moment, we both pulled up our pants. Meimei's complexion returned to normal, and my thoughts also shifted a little. Suddenly we both said in unison: "Did you go to the wrong toilet?" After saying this, Meimei looked at me steadily. To be honest, she is very beautiful and has big eyes.

Meimei: "This is the women's restroom, isn't it written on the curtain?" (The tone became tougher, meaning that a college student doesn't know the difference between men's and women's restrooms? It seems that if I can't find evidence that I went to the wrong place, she might think that I came in deliberately to peek at her and that I am a pervert.)

I almost broke down again. I was accused by girls of going to the wrong restroom twice in one day. If this got out, I would have no chance to continue studying in college. But I couldn't explain to her that I just walked into that toilet and saw a girl peeing and was kicked out, so I went into this toilet. I felt like my brain was a bucket of paste, it was stuck and I couldn't think.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. I was able to obtain extremely favorable evidence, which proved my innocence. I said to her something that made me admire myself: "This is the men's restroom. I asked. The curtain is just hung wrong. That urinal can't be for girls, right?" After saying that, I proudly pointed to the typical men's urinal in the restroom.

As expected, these words were extremely hurtful, and her face turned even redder than before. With her head lowered, she muttered to me in a low voice: "Oh, I didn't notice, don't tell anyone. Can you use your body to block it for me for a while, I still have to change that thing. The women's restroom opposite will be used by boys, and I dare not go in to change it!" After the shocking eye contact just now, and the shock of her knowing that she went to the wrong restroom, I guess her mind was very confused. She actually forgot that I was a boy and even asked me to help her change her sanitary napkin.

Then, an even more bizarre scene occurred: in the next few minutes, she hid behind me to change her sanitary napkin. At this time, my mind was clearer and I knew that the opportunity could not be missed. By slightly tilting my head, I peeked out of the corner of my eye that she was facing away from me, and had pulled down her pants to the middle of her thighs. She was bending over and wiping the secretions that were on her from the time she hastily pulled up her underwear. She was wearing a short T-shirt, so her round white butt was raised more than half a meter away from me, and she was completely naked from the waist to the thighs. Her bare butt was so beautiful. I had never thought that a woman's butt would be so beautiful, and it was so close to me.

She seemed to have never expected that I would peek. She half bent her body so that I could clearly see her deep red anus and half of her vulva. Her bulging pink labia majora were sandwiched between a slit, and her well-developed labia minora were red and protruding high. I just felt like I was electrocuted and blood rushed to my head. Although I didn't dare to touch her, the visual stimulation of seeing female genitals for the second time made me too excited. The sexual impulse that followed made me unable to hold back any longer, and I knew I was about to ejaculate.

Since it was October and I was wearing little, I was afraid that my pants would get wet due to ejaculation, so I unzipped my pants in time before I ejaculated and took out my thick and hard penis. I was out of control and didn't care even if the sky fell. I simply turned around and stared at her beautiful ass and vagina, masturbating quickly and excitedly while watching. Maybe my heavy breathing startled her, or maybe she had already changed her sanitary napkin. She straightened up and turned around while pulling up her underwear. The scene in front of her surprised her even more. I believe she had never seen such a thick penis and a purple and swollen glans at such a close distance. She must have mistakenly thought that I had just hurt it and it was swollen. Because she didn't seem to know what I was doing, she said a very classic and caring question: "Are you in pain?"

With these gentle words, I reached a climax. My semen valve opened and thick semen spurted out rapidly more than a meter away. My heart panicked and I looked at her again. Her face was flushed. She covered her mouth with one hand to prevent herself from screaming. With the other hand, she was holding her trousers, forgot to button them up. Her eyes were fixed on my penis, which was still ejaculating, with a look of surprise on her face.

Finally, I finished ejaculating, and used my hand to squeeze the semen in the urethra from the root forward twice. I wiped the gradually softening penis with toilet paper, stuffed it into my underwear and zipped it up. The strange thing is that from beginning to end, she seemed to be frozen in place. She neither moved nor screamed. She just watched my ejaculation performance in amazement, and watched me wipe my penis and put on my pants. But I could feel that her breathing was as rapid as mine.

After calming down, I looked at her and she looked at me, and we were in a stalemate again. I feel very strange. We must be both a little mentally disturbed and out of our normal state today. She didn't seem to leave immediately. Instead, she looked at me, then at the large pool of semen on the ground with a very strange expression. Then she said something that made me feel embarrassed: "Are you done? Is that semen coming out of you?" I had to nod awkwardly. Then, fortunately, she reminded me, "With so many of them, will anyone see them?"

Fortunately, the toilet is at the end of the corridor and there are very few people walking around in the laboratory building. Helplessly, I asked her for a few tissues that girls usually have on hand and wiped off the semen on the ground. I looked up and saw her smiling with an ambiguous expression, watching me do these things with great interest. After she finished, she looked at my embarrassed, sweaty face, chuckled, stretched her head to look left and right outside the door, and then slipped out.

I slowly calmed down, defecated again, and returned to the laboratory. When I entered the room, I secretly glanced around. Everyone was concentrating on their experiments and no one noticed me. I found that she was the only one looking at me when I came in. I deliberately ignored her and did my experiment. During the experiment that afternoon, I felt that she was abnormally excited. She didn't do the experiment, walked in front of me many times on purpose, and stopped several times to chat nonsense with my companion next to me. I clearly felt that although she was talking to someone else, her eyes were definitely looking at me, watching my expression, but I never looked at her once. But her beautiful, snow-white, round butt and her red labia are always shaking in my mind. Because the stimulation was so profound, I dreamed of her that night. It was an erotic dream about having sex with her. I even had a nocturnal emission. I was afraid that my roommates would find out, so I changed my underwear carefully.

The next day, nothing happened. I knew she didn't tell anyone about it, and I was very grateful to her. A few days later, she began to deliberately ask me for help with things, and I didn't dare to refuse her. When I saw her, her beautiful round buttocks and red vagina immediately appeared in front of my eyes, and my penis couldn't help but get erect. She must have noticed this, because when no one was paying attention, she would always stare at my crotch with a weird expression on her face, causing a large bulge to appear on my crotch involuntarily, which made me very embarrassed and uncomfortable, but she seemed very happy. I was a little afraid of seeing her. When I saw her coming from a distance, I had to quickly take a detour to escape. But several times she would suddenly appear in front of me and deliberately talk to me. I felt like I was being stared at by her.

In the week after the toilet incident, I could clearly feel that she seemed to be hesitating about what to say during our interactions. I always felt that it was not so easy for me to be at peace, and I became worried again. After a few days, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and asked me to go to the school playground after dinner one day. I knew that this matter had to be explained, so I didn't dare not go, and I prayed in my heart that she had no ill intentions. We had our first discussion about the matter, and the questions she asked were completely unexpected to me. To this day, I still don’t understand how girls think.

After we met, I forgot what she said. I knew the main topic had not yet started, so I let her talk. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked a question I never expected: "Were you...masturbating...that day?"

I stared at her with my mouth open, sweating profusely again. Her big eyes stared at me, without any intention of laughing at me. I said shyly, "Yes!"

Then she asked again: "Was what you ejaculated that day really...semen? Don't lie to me."

I didn't know what was going on in her mind, so I just answered, "Yes, I'm not lying to you."

She seemed very satisfied. After thinking for a while, she said shyly, "When I saw you taking off your pants and squatting that day, your... that... thing was very big and long. Is it what people call an 'erection'?"

At this time, I was like a criminal, answering every question: "It's an erection."

Unexpectedly, she then asked a key question: "People say that boys only get erections when they are sexually excited. Why did you get like that as soon as you came in? Did you come in on purpose for me to see?"

After asking, he stared into my eyes. My head buzzed and my thoughts were almost confused again. This question stumped me, and after hesitating for a while, I thought it would be better to tell the truth (I deliberately made it vague), so I said that I went into another toilet at the beginning and saw a senior student peeing, so that's how it happened.

I didn't expect that I would never be able to get away with these details in front of girls. She kept staring at me and asking me why I got an erection when I saw someone peeing. I must have seen something. In the end, I surrendered and had to confess the whole process. I said that seeing the senior sister's open labia aroused sexual stimulation and my penis became erect.

She seemed very excited and asked very tricky questions. In the end, she even found out that the senior student had thick pubic hair. I admire the girl's ability to get to the bottom of things. She must have thought about these questions for a long time, and they were stuck in her mind, and she would not give up until she got the answers.

I saw that she had returned to her smiling and playful expression and seemed very satisfied, so I thought it was over. But she didn't look like she wanted to let me go. From the way she looked at me, I could clearly feel that she was thinking about something, which made me a little confused and uneasy.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she asked me the question I feared the most: "Did you masturbate that day because...because...you peeked at me?" My scalp tightened and of course I denied it.

"You had already put on your pants, so why did you take it out again? And it was so thick and long when it was erect?" I was speechless and sweating profusely.

"When you put on your pants that day, I saw that your... thing had become smaller and softer. You said yourself that boys only get erections when they are sexually excited. You must have peeked at me, otherwise why did it get erect again and become bigger? You masturbated behind my back, and... and... ejaculated?" she asked without any relaxation. I stared at her blankly, not sure what she was up to, and didn't dare to answer. I must have looked like a fool at that moment.

"Tell me, did you peek at me? Where did you look at me?"

I was still thinking about how to answer without annoying her, when suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: she didn't look or sound angry, but instead seemed to expect me to admit that I had peeked. I knew that both sticking my head out and keeping my head down would lead to a knife attack, so I made up my mind: "Yes, I peeked at you, I'm sorry." I couldn't tell how she would react, and she didn't seem to care about my answer. She had a confused look in her eyes, and I was wondering what she was thinking. I was not sure, but I felt that she seemed a little excited.

"Then...then...where did you see me? That...that thing of mine, did you see it too?" she asked again hesitantly. I realized that she was completely unwilling to give up if she didn't ask. I really don't understand the logic of girls' thinking. I had already admitted it, so I might as well confess everything and get over it: "Yes, I saw it all. I was so excited that I masturbated when I felt I was about to ejaculate. You can't blame me, all boys do that."

She looked at me steadily, obviously a little excited: "Don't lie to me, did you really see it? Even mine...that's a girl's thing, you know, you saw it too?" I really don't understand why she was so interested in this detail and had to confirm that I did see her genitals.

"Yes, not only did I see your entire buttocks, I also saw most of your vagina. Forget it, let's not pursue it. You saw my entire penis, and you also saw me masturbating and ejaculating. You didn't suffer any loss, so let's call it even. I'll apologize to you." I said it in a conciliatory way, fearing that she would be angry.

"Did you really get an erection and masturbate to ejaculate because you saw my...that thing?" She wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"Really, I have never seen a woman's genitals before. Not only are you beautiful, but yours is so beautiful too. It fascinated me so much that I couldn't help myself when I saw it. I was afraid of ejaculating in my pants, so I took it out and masturbated and ejaculated on the ground. I'm really sorry, and it's also because you're too beautiful." I thought I should praise her a little to make her vanity inflated so that I could get over it.

She didn't seem angry, and didn't continue asking. She stared into the distance for a while, then said, "Go back." But she just sat there without moving, and no one knew what she was thinking.

When I returned to the dormitory, I couldn't sleep because I was worried. I thought about the whole process over and over again, and it seemed that the situation was not bad. The next day, I paid attention to her with an uneasy mood, and when I saw that she seemed very happy, I felt relieved.

She kept asking me to do things for her, and I worked very hard to please her. Later, she asked me the same question again and again, and I even told her that I saw that she had well-developed labia minora, the color of her vulva, sparse pubic hair, and a beautiful anus. She finally believed that I had completely seen her private parts. Moreover, I described her genitals and buttocks with ill intentions to be so beautiful and charming, but she was very happy and satisfied. What a naive and cute little girl.

After that, her questions became more and more explicit. She started asking about boys' sexual physiology, and even asked me how the penis gets erect, whether it hurts or feels good during an erection, what methods boys use to masturbate, how you ejaculate, what it feels like to ejaculate, etc. I deliberately spoke in a mysterious way, as if I was having an orgasm. I pretended to be honest and told her about the obscene dreams I had had many times before when I had nocturnal emissions, making up and exaggerating the details. But she believed it firmly and was very interested in it. She often showed a strong curiosity about it and had a very fascinated expression. She never thought that I was secretly seducing her.

Our conversations became more and more unrestrained. I had already grasped her mentality. I complimented her more and more fluently. She liked me saying that she was beautiful very much. Even when I said that I had fantasies about her and that I often got an erection when I thought about her, she never got angry. She was no longer as shy as before. Our classmates saw her always hanging out with me and didn’t think about the secret at all. They just thought we were a couple and no one asked her out anymore. We never explained anything to each other, and it was more convenient for us to be together. Apart from discussing homework and exams, we would talk about obscene things. She would ask about the romantic affairs of the boys she was interested in, and I would cater to her interests and make up some obscene stories to tell her, and she never got tired of it.

We have become so familiar with each other that we can talk about anything without any reservations. She even asked me a few times with a grin: Do you want to see her vagina again? I said I wanted to see her very much and that was the most beautiful thing in the world that I wanted to see first. She laughed at me and said I was an incurable pervert. She said I was allowed to dream about her at night, to play with her genitals, and she couldn't even stop me from ejaculating in her vagina.

There were many times when I actually dreamed of having sex with her and ejaculating, and I told her about it when we were talking crazy things to each other. Although she appears to be very gentle and well-behaved in front of others, she repeatedly asked in great detail about the scene in her dream where I had sex with her and ejaculated. She wanted to hear more and didn't find it annoying or vulgar at all. I think that the first time she saw a man ejaculate in front of her, the impression was so stimulating to her that she had an unusual interest in ejaculation. In addition, because of that unusual opportunity between us, the masks between the two of us were broken and there was no longer any sexual barrier between us.

Gradually I discovered that she seemed to really want me to dream about her, and she even insisted on asking me clearly whether I had had sex with her. She liked listening to me talk about those obscene dreams and would ask about the details, even how I had penetration and whether I ejaculated. In fact, many dreams will make us forget many plots after waking up. How could I remember so much? In order to satisfy her, I had to make up some plots to appease her. She actually blushed and her heart beat fast while listening to them, and she enjoyed it very much. Eventually, I began to like her asking these very stimulating and lustful questions, and both of our mental states became a little bit lustful.

But one thing should be explained, during that time, although we had very intimate conversations, talked nonsense, and even blurted out words like "fuck?" and "zit", and had long stopped using vague words like "that" and "this", and directly said obscene words like "?", "eggs", "?", but there was no actual inappropriate action. Although she had an unusual interest in sex, she was actually a very well-behaved girl. I was also a very cautious and timid person. I didn't want any mistakes to affect my studies and future, so we just indulged in our fantasies verbally. We both talked about "sex" in a very exaggerated way, but neither of us dared to take any actual action. We usually study very hard. I am an excellent student and she is a class leader. We never do anything vulgar or use bad words in front of others.

In the summer of the following year, during a casual conversation, she asked me again if I really wanted to see hers (she had long stopped using "that" to refer to her genitals). I said I wanted to very much, and she said she felt sorry for me and asked me to fulfill my wish, promising to let me take a close look the next day. This made me excited all night.

There was no class the next afternoon. She was wearing a very beautiful skirt and took the initiative to pull me to a quiet corner of the playground. Looking around, there were very few people on the playground in the afternoon. In the distance, only some classmates who were not afraid of the heat were playing football. She said it was absolutely safe here and that there were very few people passing by in the afternoon. She had observed and checked carefully. Because there was a large circle of dense small trees around that were as high as chests, even if someone passed by, they would be at least 20 meters away from us. We could see everything far away around us, and it was absolutely guaranteed that we could see others, while others could not see clearly what was happening in the shadows behind the trees. She told me not to worry. It seemed that she had been preparing for a long time and had always wanted to do this.

She sat at one end of the bench and asked me to stand in front of her. She asked me to take out my "?" and show her my two "balls" (her original words) first, and then let me show her the process of penis erection. Of course I was willing to do so, so I quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my soft penis, and stroked it back and forth a few times. In order for her to see clearly, I let go. Under the gaze of her beautiful big eyes, I became excited, my penis became engorged with blood, and it began to ejaculate, slowly becoming thicker and longer, and standing up. She was sitting with her head at the same height as my waist and her eyes about 20 centimeters away. This time, she witnessed the erection of the man's penis from a very close distance. I know that she has been wanting to see a penis for a long time. Yesterday she asked me to see her genitals, but it was just an excuse. Her real purpose was to see mine. Anyway, I was willing to do that.

Her face was flushed with excitement, her breathing was heavy, and her beautiful big eyes stared without blinking. In order to please her, I knew that I had to demonstrate what an erect penis looked like today, so I secretly tried to contract my pelvic muscles to make my penis more engorged with blood, making it very long and thick, with blood vessels exposed on the surface. The glans turned purple and swelled greatly, like a small egg. She stared with her eyes wide open and her mouth slightly open. Her surprised expression was so adorable that it made me even more excited and I felt like I was very heroic today.

In order to make her more excited, I pulled my scrotum out of my pants, so that my two testicles hung under the erect penis. She was simply stunned and believed that this was the most magical and sexually stimulating thing she had ever seen in her life. Seeing that she looked very eager, I offered to let her touch it. So she hesitantly stretched out a finger to touch my penis, her hand still shaking slightly, so I grabbed her hand. She wanted to pull it back, but I pulled it over firmly and let her put her palm directly on my testicles and stroked it gently. After I let go, she didn't withdraw her hand, but continued to slowly touch the testicles, blinking her big eyes, with a very fascinated expression. Seeing that she was no longer nervous, I asked her to hold my penis and let her feel its heat and hardness. She held it lightly without moving, so I asked her to hold it hard to feel it. Her hands were warm and soft. I asked her to hold my penis and stroke it back and forth. I felt very comfortable.

She looked and touched me repeatedly for more than ten minutes, and asked me to masturbate and ejaculate. "The range of my ejaculation can reach one and a half meters!" I said proudly. "Really? Then look at my cock and cum for me quickly!" She said with a look of longing, sitting there with her legs bent and spread outward. I saw that she was well prepared. She was not wearing any underwear. She pulled her skirt up to her thighs, exposing her entire vulva. I could see it very clearly from close range. Her thighs were very smooth and white, and her labia majora were very erect. Probably because of the sexual excitement, her labia minora, which were red before, had turned purple. Because her legs were spread wide, her labia was slightly opened, and the vaginal opening could be seen. Her labia majora were very smooth, and the surface was completely wet due to the secretion of a lot of vaginal fluid due to her high sexual desire.

This was the first time in my life that I saw a woman's bare thighs and the genitals of an adult woman so clearly and closely. It turned out that a woman's genitals were so beautiful. I was simply stunned and felt my head getting hot. I couldn't help but hold my penis and masturbate frantically. After only a few dozen strokes, I ejaculated in excitement. She watched intently as the cum gushed out, laughing as I shot my load far out.

She watched my entire erection and ejaculation process until my penis softened. She then carefully pinched it and shook it, wondering why it had become so small again. Finally, she picked up a drop of semen on her fingertips and rubbed it between two fingers, feeling its sticky texture and satisfying her curiosity. I believe that for her, just like me, this was the first time in her life that she was so obscene and crazy.

Later, she often came to me and asked me to play this game for her, and she never got tired of it. We have also touched each other many times. She likes to touch my penis, letting it slowly erect, harden and grow bigger in her hand. She helps me masturbate every time and watches me ejaculate.

She often asked me to touch her vagina, but she always warned me that I would never be allowed to insert my fingers into her vagina. She only asked me to massage her clitoris and labia majora and minora, and she would reach orgasm quickly. Because I like her very much and respect her very much, I am a very trustworthy person and have never broken her rules.

There were many times when I really wanted to have sex, but she refused to agree, so I came up with this method: let me stand behind her and hug her, she lifted up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and used her buttocks and thighs to tightly clamp the penis, and asked me to poke her buttock groove like real sexual intercourse. I really like this feeling. My penis poking her soft butt is more stimulating and comfortable than masturbation.

While doing this, she leaned her back against me and asked me to put my hands into her skirt and massage her clitoris and labia minora. After a while, her whole body trembled and she reached orgasm. I found that she had a strong sexual drive and came to arouse quickly, often having several orgasms before I ejaculated.

Our relationship became closer and closer. Our classmates all thought we were a couple and never doubted us, which saved us a lot of trouble. In this way, we lived in peace and maintained this inexplicable "friendship in the toilet" (this was the name she gave it) until we graduated from college. We touched every part of each other's body, and she even showed me the hymen at the opening of her vagina. I licked her vagina and sucked her breasts, and she gave me a blowjob. I also tasted the semen, but we never had real sexual intercourse with the penis inserted into the vagina. I didn't know what I had done wrong. It was simply a strange thing.

After graduation, we didn’t contact each other for a while. I had several girlfriends, but I didn’t have any feelings for any of them. However, I still missed her a lot in my heart. I dreamed about her many times, and each time I would have nocturnal emission. A year later, she called my house and I was so excited to hear her voice. It turned out that she also found a very good job in this city. She said she always missed me and couldn't forget me. She often dreamed of me and asked me if I had a girlfriend now. I was so happy.

Later, she became my wife. She told me that she never had any passion for other boys she dated, and never dared to speak as freely and easily as she did to me. She missed the carefree feeling she had when she was with me. She just looked forward to the feeling of being with me, which was the same as my mood. We are simply a destined couple. For her, it was like marrying the right man instead of going to the wrong toilet.