Autumn on campus always arrives quickly.
Lin Wan, a sophomore in the art department. Xu Chuan, a junior, same department senior, good grades, but a bit quiet. The two truly got familiar after three consecutive weekends of seat competition in the library.
That day, she was late, and he had already saved her a seat by the window. When she sat down, she whispered 'thank you.' He only nodded, but the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
Then it became natural. Saving seats together, eating together, walking back to the dormitory building together. Once, when they reached the lakeside, he suddenly stopped and said, “Lin Wan, I like you.”
She paused for two seconds, then smiled: 'Me too.'
The days after the confession were sweet in a way that felt almost unreal. Holding hands, kissing, secretly leaning against each other in a corner of the library. Yet the distance between their bodies always stopped at some boundary.
Until that Friday night before the National Day holiday.
Most people in the dormitory building have gone home. Only she remains in her dorm room. He sent a message: 'Come down for a walk?'
When she went downstairs, he was already standing under the row of plane trees behind the building. The night was deep, with only the light from the streetlamps in the distance.
"I miss you," he said right away.
She didn't answer, directly reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, pulling him towards a darker spot. The tree shadows blocked all sight. He lowered his head to kiss her, this time deeper than ever before. Her back pressed against the tree trunk, her arms wrapping around his neck.
The kiss gradually moved downward. His hand slipped under the hem of her hoodie, his palm pressing against her side and sliding upward. She trembled slightly, but did not push him away. When his fingers covered her breast through her bra, she took the initiative to press her body closer.
“Is it okay?” he asked, his lips against her ear, his voice hoarse beyond belief.
“Mm.”
The hoodie was pushed up above her chest, and her bra was also unfastened. The night breeze was a little cool, but his hands and mouth were very hot. He lowered his head and took one side into his mouth, gently sucking, while his other hand kept moving down, undoing the buttons of her jeans.
When his fingers slipped into her panties, it was already wet. He touched her lightly, yet accurately found that spot. She bit her lower lip, suppressing her voice, her legs slightly weak. He kissed the side of her neck, the rhythm of his fingers moving in and out gradually speeding up. Before long, her body tensed, her inner walls contracting in waves, her wetness flowing down his fingers.
After the climax, she leaned against him, panting. He pulled out his fingers and freed his own part, which was already hard and aching. She took the initiative to grasp it, stroking it up and down a few times, then looked into his eyes and nodded gently.
He supported her hips, let her place one foot on a tree root, and slowly pushed in. The moment he entered, both of them let out a soft breath. She was very tight, and he went in very slowly, waiting each time for her to adjust. After he was fully inside, he began thrusting. Under the shadow of the tree there was only the faint sound of flesh colliding and suppressed panting.
Her legs wound tightly around his waist as she actively matched him. Each time he drove all the way deep, yet still restrained himself from making too much noise. By the time they had gone on for a while, she couldn’t take it anymore and buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder, her teeth lightly biting his clothes. When the second climax came, her whole body shook violently, her inner walls clenching tightly around him. He also released at the same moment, shooting everything inside.
Afterward, the two leaned against the tree, gasping for breath. He helped her straighten her clothes, then draped his own coat over her.
“Cold?”
She shook her head, suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth: "Next time... your dorm?"
He froze for a moment, then smiled and held her tightly.
“Good.”
After that night, there was another ordinary couple on campus.
During the day, we attended classes together, saved seats, and ate meals together. At night, whenever the dorm was less crowded, we would find opportunities to meet. Sometimes in his dorm room, sometimes in the farthest corner of the library's study room after it closed, sometimes on that little path behind the school that few people walked.
Each time, they became more familiar with each other's bodies. She learned to let her voice go beneath him, and he learned how to bring her to climax again and again without tiring her out too much. Sometimes after finishing, they would just hold each other quietly, listening to the cicadas or rain outside the window.
Once in his dorm room, in the middle of it, he suddenly stopped, pressed his forehead against hers, and asked, 'After graduation... will you come with me?'
Looking into his eyes, she didn't hesitate: 'Let's go.'
That night they did it for an especially long time. From the bed to the window, and back to the bed. She was filled by him again and again, climaxing until she almost cried. The last time he came inside, they both held each other tightly, as if wanting to embed each other into their bodies.
College days are still long.
But they all knew that once some secrets begin, they never end.
And the row of sycamore trees behind the dormitory building became the first witness, belonging only to the two of them.
College days just keep moving forward like this, day after day.
In the semester after the confession, Lin Wan and Xu Chuan were almost inseparable. By day they attended class together, reserved seats in the library, and fought for the same rib-rice bowl at the cafeteria window. At night, whenever there were fewer people in the dorms, they would find a chance to meet.
His dorm room was on the top floor of the boys' building, and after National Day, his roommate hardly ever came back. Once the door was shut, the world was left with just the two of them.
The first time officially in his bed was on Friday night after the midterm exams ended.
After her shower, she wore only his old T-shirt, the hem just covering the middle of her thighs. He hugged her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder, hand slipping under the T-shirt's hem. She didn't refuse; instead, she leaned back against him. The T-shirt was soon pushed up above her chest, his palm covering her breast, gently kneading. The nipple soon hardened; he lowered his head to take it from the side, his tongue circling around.
Her breathing became ragged. She actively turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. The kiss was deep. He lifted her by her buttocks and carried her to the bed, took off his own clothes, then removed her remaining panties. She was already wet. He first probed inside with his fingers, moving slowly in and out, his thumb pressing and circling on her clitoris. Her legs parted, her waist slightly raised, suppressed moans escaping from between her teeth.
“Xu Chuan... come in...”
He withdrew his finger, pressed himself to the entrance, and pushed in bit by bit. She was very tight, and he entered very slowly, pausing each time to let her adjust. After fully entering, he began thrusting. The bedboard gave off a faint creak. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her heels pressing against his back, silently urging him on. He sped up, each thrust driving to the deepest point. Her cries gradually could no longer be suppressed; he lowered his head and kissed her, swallowing the sounds into his throat.
When the climax hit, her whole body tensed up, her inner walls contracting violently. He also released at the same moment, shooting everything inside.
Afterward, the two lay side by side. He turned onto his side, his fingers slowly drawing circles on her lower abdomen.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, then suddenly flipped over and straddled him. Guiding his hardened part, she slowly lowered herself onto him. This angle allowed deeper penetration. She began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Sweat dripped from her collarbone onto his chest. He held her waist, looking up at her enraptured expression. When her second climax came, she collapsed limply onto him, her insides spasming rhythmically. He flipped her onto her back and continued thrusting until he ejaculated again.
That night, they did it three times.
Before dawn, she leaned in his arms, her voice still a little hoarse: “Next time... I want to try it from behind.”
He kissed her hair: “Okay.”
In the days that followed, the campus had many more corners belonging only to them.
Sometimes in the study room at the farthest corner of the library, after closing time, only the two of them remained. He pressed her between the bookshelves, entering from behind. She braced her hands against the shelves, trying not to make a sound. Sometimes on the little-used path behind the school hill, deep in the night, he had her sit on his lap, moving up and down herself. Sometimes by the window in his dorm, curtains only half-drawn, the city lights outside, suppressed gasps inside.
She gradually learned to let go beneath him. She would proactively ask for positions, would cry out his name at climax, and would clamp her legs tight after ejaculation, not letting him withdraw immediately.
Once in the middle of it, he suddenly stopped, forehead against hers.
“Go with me after graduation?”
Looking into his eyes, she didn't hesitate: 'Let's go.'
That night they did it for an especially long time. From the bed to the window, and back to the bed. She was filled by him again and again, climaxing until she was almost senseless. The last time he came inside, they both held each other tightly, as if wanting to embed each other into their bodies.
When winter came, the dormitory building turned on the heating.
She sometimes stayed overnight at his dorm. Waking up in the morning, sunlight leaked through the curtain gap, illuminating his messy hair. She would take the initiative to straddle him, getting him hard while he was still half-asleep, then lower herself onto him. When he woke up, he would smile, flip her over, pin her down, and whisper things in her ear he would never normally say.
Once she climaxed under him and cried. He stopped, kissed away her tears, and asked if he had hurt her. She shook her head, burying her face in the crook of his neck: 'Too full... I like it.'
He started moving again, but his movements were much gentler than before.
College days are still long.
But they all knew that once some secrets begin, they never end.
And the row of sycamore trees behind the dormitory building became the first witness, belonging only to the two of them.
And it also became the hot starting point that they would recall again and again in countless nights to come.
The campus phoenix trees sprouted new leaves again, willow catkins began to drift by the lake. The relationship between Lin Wan and Xu Chuan had long since evolved from initial试探 (tentative exploration) into the most familiar part of each other's bodies.
Sometimes it's in his dorm room. His roommate hardly ever returns; once the door is closed, it becomes their world. She actively takes off her clothes piece by piece, straddles his lap, and guides him as she slowly lowers herself. When he reaches the deepest point, she lets out a soft gasp, then begins to move up and down on her own. He holds her waist, looks up at her intoxicated expression, occasionally reaches out to knead her breasts, his fingertips grazing her nipples. Her movements falter because of this, her inner walls contracting in waves, and she quickly reaches climax once.
Sometimes it's in the most secluded study room of the library.
After the door was closed, only the two of them remained. He pinned her between the bookshelves and entered her from behind. She braced herself with both hands on the shelves, trying to make no sound, but every time he drove into her deepest point, small whimpers still slipped out. He reached around to the front and rubbed her clit, his pace gradually quickening. When her climax came, her whole body tensed, and her inner walls clenched tightly around him. He bit her shoulder and ejaculated all inside her.
Afterward he helped her get her clothes in order, then draped his own coat over her shoulders. The two of them walked out of the library one after the other, as if nothing had happened.
Once after midterm exams ended, they went directly to a budget hotel near the school.
As soon as the door closed, clothes fell all over the floor. This time without suppression, she could scream loudly. He made her lie face down on the bed, entered from behind, one hand gripping her waist, the other reaching around to rub her clitoris. She was pushed forward continuously, then pulled back by him. Later, she cried begging him to slow down, but he deliberately sped up until she climaxed twice in a row before releasing.
After it ended, she lay limp on the bed, legs slightly parted, semen trickling down her thighs. He wiped her clean with tissues, then pulled her into his embrace.
“Tired?”
She shook her head, suddenly flipped over and straddled him, getting him hard again herself, and sat down once more. This time she controlled the rhythm herself, slow to the point of torture. Driven mad by her grinding, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, thrusting forcefully. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, actively meeting his thrusts, almost losing her voice when her third orgasm came.
That night, they did it four times.
At dawn she leaned against his chest, her fingers drawing circles unconsciously.
“Xu Chuan, after graduation... are you really going with me?”
He took her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it.
“Really.”
Summer came very quickly.
The graduation season air was mixed with the scent of parting. Yet, they met more frequently than ever. Sometimes they were at his dorm until dawn; sometimes on the small path behind the school, deep in the night, he had her sit on his lap, moving up and down. Sometimes they directly booked a hotel room, curtains tightly drawn, going at it until both were exhausted.
Once she climaxed under him and cried for a long time. He stopped, kissed away her tears, and asked if he had hurt her. She shook her head, burying her face in the crook of his neck: 'I like it so much... I'm afraid there won't be any in the future.'
He started moving again, but his movements were much gentler than before. When he came, he didn’t pull out; he held her in that position for a long, long time.
The night after the graduation thesis defense, they went to a hotel again.
This time was especially slow. He kissed her from her forehead all the way down to her toes, then used his tongue to bring her to her first climax. While she was still trembling, he slowly entered, thrust by thrust, with utmost tenderness. Her legs wrapped around his waist; looking into his eyes, she suddenly said:
“Xu Chuan, I love you.”
He lowered his head and kissed her, but his lower body pressed in even deeper.
"I love you too."
That night, they hardly slept at all.
From the bed to the window, then back to the bed. He filled her again and again, until she climaxed almost to the point of losing her mind. The last time he came inside her, both of them held each other tightly, as if they wanted to embed each other into their bodies.
The sky outside the window grew a little brighter.
College is officially over.
But they all knew that once some secrets begin, they never end.
And the row of sycamore trees behind the dormitory building became the first witness, belonging only to the two of them.
And it also became the hot starting point that they would recall again and again in countless nights to come.
And, for a very, very long road ahead, they will keep writing stories that belong only to each other.
The first summer after graduation, they rented a small apartment not far from both their workplaces.
A one-bedroom, one-living-room apartment with excellent light. The floor-to-ceiling window faced a small strip of urban greenery, and in the evening an orange-red glow would slowly crawl in. Lin Wan put the pothos she had brought back from school by the window, while Xu Chuan pushed the two desks together, with only a shared monitor separating them.
On the first day after moving in, before the cardboard boxes were even unpacked, he pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window.
The curtains weren't drawn. Outside was a summer dusk, with the sound of children playing soccer in the distance. He lifted her dress to her waist, pulled her panties down to her knees, and slowly entered her from behind. She braced her hands against the glass, her breath quickly fogging it with white mist. He went deep, each thrust almost fully sheathing, then slowly withdrawing. She was pushed until her legs went weak, only able to stand steady by the arm he wrapped around her waist.
"Someone will see it..." her voice trembled.
“Then let them watch.” He bit her earlobe, but his lower body increased the force.
She quickly climaxed once. When her inner walls tightened, he let out a low gasp but didn't stop, continuing to thrust until she reached her peak a second time before releasing inside. Semen trickled down the inside of her thigh, dripping onto the floor. He wasn't in a hurry to pull out; still connected, he embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, watching as the sky outside the window gradually darkened.
That night, they hardly slept at all.
The cardboard box was pushed to the corner, the bedsheet crumpled into a ball. She rode on top of him, moving herself. Sweat slid from her collarbone to her breasts, then dripped onto his chest. He held her waist, occasionally thrusting upward, making her gasp lightly. Later, she collapsed weakly onto him. He flipped over, pressing her beneath him, lifted one of her legs, and entered from the side. This angle was deep and heavy. She cried, scratching his back, her nails leaving several red marks on his shoulder blades.
At dawn she leaned against his chest, her voice still a little hoarse: “From now on... can we do this every day?”
He laughed, his fingers slowly tracing over her bare back. “I’d like to do it every day.”
Life after starting work was much busier than university.
Lin Wan got a job at a small design company, while Xu Chuan went into game planning. Their work schedules often didn't align. But whoever got home first would always run a hot bath or reheat dinner. Sometimes, if she arrived first, she would strip naked and lie on the bed, reaching out to pull him in the moment he entered the door.
Once when he worked overtime very late, she was already asleep, wearing only his old T-shirt. He showered, climbed into bed, and gently hugged her from behind. She woke up groggily, felt him hard against her thigh, and proactively spread her legs a little. He didn't turn on the light, slowly pushing into her in the dark. She was still sleepy, inside hot and soft, and he thrust slowly, as if afraid to fully wake her. But she soon became fully awake, grabbed his wrist with her hand, her voice nasal: 'Harder...'
He increased the force as instructed. The bed swayed gently; in the darkness, only the faint sounds of flesh colliding and suppressed panting could be heard. When she climaxed, she buried her face in the pillow, her shoulder blades taut into beautiful lines. After he came inside her, he did not pull out, just held her like that until they both fell asleep again.
When autumn came, they seriously discussed marriage for the first time.
It wasn’t a sudden proposal, but one day after dinner he was washing the dishes, and she leaned against the doorframe watching him. Suddenly she said, “Xu Chuan, let’s register our marriage.”
The foam on his hands had not yet been rinsed off. He turned to look at her, his eyes lighting up for a moment, then he smiled. “Okay.”
On the day they registered their marriage, there was no big fanfare. Both took half a day off and waited in a short line at the civil affairs bureau. When she got the certificate, she stared at the photo on it for a long time. He hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, 'Let's celebrate at home tonight.'
That night, they did it fiercely.
It started from the entryway. Her coat fell to the floor, her skirt was pushed up to her waist, and he held her hips as he pressed her against the wall and entered her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her back kept rubbing against the wall. Halfway through, he carried her to the sofa and made her kneel, thrusting deeply from behind. She clutched the back of the sofa, and every time he drove into her deepest point, she let out broken moans. He reached around to rub her clitoris, moving faster and faster. When she came, her whole body lunged forward, and he pressed in after her, biting the nape of her neck as he ejaculated.
And then we were back in bed.
She straddled him on her own and rose and fell up and down. He lay on his back watching her, his palm sliding from her waist to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. Her rhythm became chaotic, and her inner walls contracted again and again. He suddenly sat up and held her tightly in his arms, thrusting upward hard several times. She cried as she called his name, and the climax came fast and fierce. He bit her shoulder and also ejaculated deep inside.
Afterward the two of them were sweaty and tangled together. Her fingers absentmindedly drew circles on his chest.
“From now on… every anniversary will be like this.”
He kissed her forehead: “Okay.”
When winter came, the apartment had the heater on.
Sometimes it's on a weekend afternoon. Sunlight leaks through the curtain gap, shining on the messy bedsheet. She lies on top of him, slowly taking in his desire until he's fully inside. Then she rocks back and forth on her own, her nipples occasionally brushing against his chest. He suddenly flips her over, pins her beneath him, presses her legs to her chest, and thrusts deep and hard. She's pushed upward with each thrust, only to be pulled back by him. Later, she cries and begs him, but he deliberately slows down, grinding until her whole body trembles, then speeds up again, sending her to her third climax.
Once in the middle of it, he suddenly stopped, forehead against hers.
"Do you want to have children?"
Looking into his eyes, she paused, then smiled gently, 'Wait a bit longer... I want to keep you all to myself for a few more years.'
He said nothing more, only started moving again, gentler than before, and deeper.
The phoenix tree outside the window sprouted new leaves again.
They would occasionally return to their alma mater. Once, in the evening, the two of them walked to the row of plane trees behind the dormitory building. The shadows of the trees were still the same as back then, only they no longer needed to hide in the darkness.
She suddenly stood on tiptoe and lightly pecked his lips.
“Do you remember the first time?”
He nodded and pulled her into his arms.
“Remember. Back then your legs were so weak you couldn’t stand.”
She hit him, but he took the opportunity to kiss her. The kiss gradually deepened. Night slowly fell, and in the distance, there were sounds of students passing by, but they didn't separate.
Later they still returned to that little apartment.
As soon as the door closed, the world was once again just the two of us.
Clothes fell to the floor one by one. He carried her to the dining table, legs spread apart, knelt down, and used his tongue to bring her to her first orgasm. While she was still trembling, he stood up and slowly pushed inside. This height allowed deep penetration; she supported herself on the table edge with both hands, letting out soft moans each time he thrust deepest. His thrusting rhythm grew faster, the table emitting slight shaking sounds. When she climaxed a second time, her whole body arched backward; he supported her back and came全部射在里面.
Afterward he helped her wipe herself clean, then carried her back to the bedroom.
She leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and suddenly said, 'Xu Chuan, will we always be like this?'
He took her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it.
“Yes.”
“Even when old?”
“Even when old.”
She closed her eyes contentedly.
Outside the window, the city lights gradually brightened.
And they still have a very, very long time to continue writing this secret that belongs only to each other.
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