That was in 2002, when I was in the passionate stage with my ex-girlfriend. We were in a long-distance relationship, and every weekend I would go to her place or she would come to mine, living a life akin to weekend spouses. On weeknights, we kept in touch via phone and QQ.
Back then, internet bandwidth wasn't great, and digital imaging technology wasn't either, so there was no video, no photos, and no WeChat. Yet our love was still passionate and intense. Thinking about it now, it feels very beautiful and intoxicating.
That winter, my ex-girlfriend's unit had several slots for advanced study in the city where I lived, and she was one of them, along with a colleague who was also a good friend (abbreviated as C). The training period was one month.
I lived alone in an apartment with three rooms at the time. My ex-girlfriend's workplace had a subsidy system where money saved during training periods could be kept for personal use, so she naturally stayed at my place to save on accommodation costs and buy clothes.
Her good friend C also wanted to save money, so she asked my ex-girlfriend to discuss with me about moving in as well. I wasn't too keen at the time, thinking that if C came, our nighttime intimacy would become less comfortable, at least not as uninhibited. So I disagreed. My ex-girlfriend pleaded with me for a long time before I reluctantly agreed.
C, because I agreed, took the initiative to treat us both to a meal. I got off work late, they arrived at my place earlier. My ex-girlfriend had a key, so the two of them got to my home early. On the way, they bought some ready-to-eat food and stir-fried two hot dishes. By the time I got home, they were already waiting for me to start dinner.
My ex-girlfriend's looks were average, but her figure was top-notch, the tall and slender type. Her legs weren't particularly thin, but they were so long and straight that they appeared slender. Her chest wasn't large, and her waist wasn't particularly slim either, but her hips were wide and very fleshy. When she arched her back, it made her waist look very slim. To this day, she remains my favorite; no one can surpass her.
C is the petite and delicate type, with quite curvy breasts and buttocks, and a nice appearance too, just has some acne, making her skin seem not so great. Personality-wise, she's too outgoing, as you'll find out later.
Before the meal, C expressed her gratitude to me. Her first words were, 'You guys can do whatever you want tonight, just pretend I don't exist. My boyfriend will also come to see me in the middle, and we'll do whatever we want too.' This immediately made me blush deeply. My ex-girlfriend laughed so hard she could barely catch her breath, teasing C, 'You don't have to be so blunt, do you? Isn't that like saying I've already told you the reason I didn't want you to come?' I could only smile awkwardly.
On the first night, since my ex-girlfriend and I hadn't seen each other for a long time, after drinking and cleaning up, we each washed up and were about to go to bed. C borrowed a Walkman and headphones from me, saying, 'Considering how thirsty you two are tonight, just lend me a Walkman so I can listen to music.' I thought to myself, why are women nowadays so blunt? It actually made me, a grown man, feel embarrassed, but I really couldn't muster the nerve to argue with her.
After my ex-girlfriend and I settled her in another bedroom, we couldn't wait to get into bed.
We were young back then, both with very strong sexual desires. My ex-girlfriend was two years older than me, also in her prime. Before this meeting, we had been sleeping together for almost a year, very familiar with each other. Because it was a long-distance relationship, we maintained a great longing for each other's bodies, and at that time, we were also eager to explore new sexual techniques and ways.
After locking the bedroom door, we tore each other's clothes off in mutual struggle. The lights were very bright, every detail of each other's bodies clearly visible, fueling the sexual desire.
We first gave each other oral sex. My ex-girlfriend's oral sex is, to this day, the best among all the women I've encountered. From when we met until we broke up, she maintained the highest level of affection for my dick. Sucking my dick wasn't an act of pleasing me for her; it was something she genuinely wanted to do from the heart. Although she didn't have physical pleasure from it, her psychological satisfaction was especially strong. Often in the morning when she was squatting on the toilet and I was brushing my teeth next to her, she would pull me over while squatting, yank down my underwear, and start sucking. I'd say I should wash it, she'd say no need, she liked that 'dick smell.'
Getting back to the point, we performed oral sex on each other. After a very short time, we couldn't stand it anymore. My urethral opening kept leaking fluid, and her pussy was practically flooding. So, we started with her on top.
At first, I was afraid the bed would make too much noise, so we used the method of her sitting all the way down and rocking back and forth. The tip of my penis kept rubbing against the hard bone at the mouth of her womb, and slowly I could no longer control myself. I realized that the bed noise was secondary; it was my ex-girlfriend’s moaning that completely drowned out the sound of the bed. So we simply let loose. My ex-girlfriend was pumping my dick hard while I fiercely kneaded her tits, and below I thrust my hips hard in rhythm with her... I guessed it was because C was next door that she climaxed very quickly; in less than 5 minutes she came. She sat down hard a few times, then clung tightly to my body, her pubic bone pressing hard against mine, letting my dick go in as deep as possible, twisting to create pleasure, while her vagina contracted violently. After the orgasm, she relaxed and lay on top of me, and whispered softly in my ear: “Why do I feel like the climax is even more intense? Is it because being afraid of being discovered or being watched makes it more pleasurable?” I said: “Fuck, just now you were loud enough for the whole building to hear; C definitely heard it.” My ex-girlfriend said: “Was C listening to us fuck and getting horny and masturbating?” I said: “How would I know?” My ex-girlfriend said: “C is very slutty; she often takes the initiative to ask me how you are in bed. Maybe she has ideas about you. Do you have any ideas?” I said: “I don’t. Having you is enough for me!”
To be honest, I really have no thoughts about C. She's not my type. I still prefer women like my ex-girlfriend—tall, with a wild side in bed.
After talking for a while, we continued again, with me on top. We used missionary, doggy style, etc., and finally in the rear position, I came hard deep inside my ex-girlfriend. Checking the time, it had been over an hour. My ex-girlfriend climaxed twice more in between, but her moans were noticeably quieter than the first time.
After a simple wipe, my ex-girlfriend lay on my chest, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Early the next morning, I had morning wood. My ex-girlfriend noticed and ducked under the covers to start giving me oral. I got even harder and asked to insert. My ex-girlfriend smiled strangely and said: 'Feel my bottom.' I touched with my hand; it was all wet. I looked at her with questioning eyes. She said: 'I woke up long ago, thought you were tired seeing you sleep so soundly, but then soon saw your dick harden, and I got horny immediately!' My ex-girlfriend's charm was truly amazing, whether in figure, language, or body flexibility, she was really top-notch.
I said, 'Then what are we waiting for? Let's start?'
We boldly got to work, no less intense than last night. When my ex-girlfriend reached climax and I was about to ejaculate, she asked me to cum in her mouth because she wanted to swallow my semen. So I pulled out, stood on the bed, and she knelt down to give me oral sex. As I was close to orgasm, my penis became even more erect. Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open, and C walked in, immediately seeing what we were doing. She froze for several seconds, and we were stunned too. Once everyone snapped out of it, C quickly turned around and left.
I was a bit surprised; I clearly closed the bedroom door last night, what's going on?
The ex-girlfriend said she went to the toilet at night and came back and forgot to close the door.
Until breakfast time, the three of us were very awkward. In the end, C broke the awkwardness.
C said: 'I heard no movement, thought you guys were finished, wanted to ask if you had facial cleanser. Who knew you weren't done yet, sorry, haha...' I said very unhappily: 'At the very least, you should have knocked on the door, right?'
My ex-girlfriend hurriedly smoothed things over, saying, 'It's my fault for forgetting to lock the door. From now on, let's all be more careful. We have to live under the same roof for a month; let's be considerate of each other.' C said, 'I'm sorry, I was too rash.'
Seeing her say that, I softened and said, "It's okay, it wasn't intentional." At that moment, the most bizarre thing happened. I only heard C say, "I did it on purpose. I already heard how long you lasted. I just wanted to see how big yours is. I didn't expect someone of your height to have such a big one. I originally thought your girlfriend was bragging. I'm full, you guys eat slowly. Eat well to have the strength to keep working." After saying that, she patted her butt and left, leaving only me and my ex-girlfriend staring at each other in disbelief. After a long while, my ex-girlfriend finally said, "I knew she was bold, but I didn't expect her to be this bold. I won't dare chat recklessly with her in the future." I could only smile bitterly.
Through this incident, I realized that if two women can talk about private topics, the conversation can be deeper and more explicit than between two men. As for how explicit, next time I will write about a sexual privacy conversation between women that I heard.
The next morning's awkwardness was quickly diluted by routine. After apologizing, C became even more casual and uninhibited. She took the initiative to wash dishes, tidy the living room, and joked, 'Since we're all living together anyway, let's just treat each other like family, don't be so formal.' My ex-girlfriend also smoothed things over, and the atmosphere gradually eased.
During the day, they go to their unit for training, and I go to work as usual. In the evening when we return, the three of us eat together, watch TV, and sometimes chat a bit about work. C talks a lot, often vividly recounting gossip from the unit. The ex-girlfriend occasionally chimes in a couple of sentences, while I mostly just listen.
What truly made me realize 'how explicit conversations between women can be' was an evening a few days later.
That day, I worked overtime quite late and got home almost at ten. The living room light was on. The two of them sat on the sofa with a bag of sunflower seeds and two cups of tea in front of them. While changing shoes, I heard C's voice:
“...Really? Your boyfriend is that big the first time, and it doesn't hurt?”
The ex-girlfriend gave a low “mm,” seeming a little embarrassed.
I deliberately made my footsteps heavier, and they immediately stopped. C looked up and saw me, waving with a smile: 'Back? We were just talking about you men, don't mind us.'
I smiled and went to the kitchen to pour water. Before I finished pouring, I heard C lowering her voice again and continuing:
“Let me tell you, my previous boyfriend was really no good in that area. Every time it was over in a rush, and before I’d even felt anything, he was done. Once I told him directly, ‘If you go any faster, I’m going to fall asleep,’ and he got angry, saying I was embarrassing him.”
The ex-girlfriend couldn't help laughing out loud: “You're way too direct.”
“What’s wrong with being direct? If you don’t make bedroom matters clear, you’ll be uncomfortable yourself.” C paused, then asked again, “What about you? After you got together with him, was there ever a time that was especially... especially satisfying?”
The ex-girlfriend was silent for a few seconds, her voice very soft: “Yes. Once on the weekend he came over, we went from night until dawn, and I climaxed several times in between. The last time, he kept pushing all the way in, and I felt numb all over.”
C exclaimed, “Wow, that sounds amazing. Sometimes when I do it myself, I can’t reach that level.”
I walked out holding a water cup and deliberately sat on the single sofa, pretending to look at my phone. They didn't completely stop because I was present, just made the topic slightly more discreet.
C suddenly turned to look at me and said with a smile, “Are you men all very curious about what women talk about in private? Actually, it’s nothing—just telling my best friend the things I’d be too embarrassed to say face-to-face.”
The ex-girlfriend reached out and slapped her once: “Stop exposing my dirty laundry.”
But C wouldn’t let it go: “Since you’re already living together, what’s there to hide? I’m telling you, when women really open up, they get even more detailed than men do. For example, which positions make you finish easiest, whether you need lube, whether you like being held after sex… A lot of women can’t even say these things to their own boyfriends, but they can talk about them clearly with their best friends.”
That night, they talked for a long time again. I listened intermittently, but clearly realized that once trust is established between two women, the topics can be more direct and detailed than I imagined.
In the days that followed, similar conversations would pop up from time to time.
Once after dinner, C suddenly asked his ex-girlfriend: 'When you two did it, did he like it from behind?'
The ex-girlfriend's face reddened slightly, and she nodded.
C immediately became interested: “I like it too. It feels like it goes in deep, and he can hold my waist. It’s just that sometimes it bumps against the bone, which hurts a little.”
The ex-girlfriend said softly: “You can put a pillow under it, and the angle will be different.”
C’s eyes lit up: “Really? I’ll try it next time.”
Another time, they were smoking on the balcony (back when my ex-girlfriend would smoke occasionally), and as I passed through the living room, I heard C say:
“I did it once with my ex-boyfriend in the bathroom, standing up. He came in from behind, and I supported myself with both hands on the sink. In the mirror I could see my own expression. It was especially exciting at the time, and later when I came my legs went weak, I almost couldn’t stand.”
The ex-girlfriend gave a low “mm,” seeming to be recalling something.
C continued: “What about you? Have you done it in any rather strange place?”
The ex-girlfriend was silent for a while before saying: “Once, in the apartment he rented, the curtains weren't fully closed. Halfway through, I noticed a figure in the building across the way and got a shock, but... it actually made me feel even more aroused.”
C immediately laughed out loud: “See? Women actually all have a little perversion. They just don’t say it usually.”
Most of these conversations happened when I thought they believed I couldn't hear. But in fact, the thin walls and door cracks allowed much of the content to clearly reach my ears.
One night, after I finished showering, I saw the two of them sitting on the edge of the bed (C sometimes came into our room to chat). C was holding my ex-girlfriend's phone, looking at something.
“This was shot by you last time you went to the beach?” C asked.
The ex-girlfriend nodded.
C handed the phone back and suddenly said, “Your figure is really great. Long legs, soft waist. No wonder he likes you so much.”
The ex-girlfriend was a little embarrassed: “Don't talk nonsense.”
Then C turned serious: “I’m serious. Women looking at women can sometimes see more accurately than men do. Here…” She gestured across her own chest with her hand, “though it’s not big, the shape is really good. The back is even more…”
The ex-girlfriend held her hand down in one go and laughed, scolding, “That's enough from you.”
C moved close to her ear, his voice so low it was almost just a breath: “Sometimes I think, if I were a man, I definitely wouldn’t be able to resist.”
The ex-girlfriend froze for a moment, then gently pushed her away: “You’ve had too much to drink, haven’t you.”
C smiled and shook her head, not continuing the topic.
That night, after my ex-girlfriend and I closed the door, she actively leaned in, her eyes somewhat complicated.
“You heard everything today?” she asked.
I nodded.
She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly buried her face in my chest: 'She can be too blunt sometimes. I... don't really know how to respond.'
I reached out and stroked her back: 'You have a good relationship, that's why she tells you these things.'
The ex-girlfriend looked up at me: “Because of the things she said, did you... have other thoughts about me?”
I shook my head and pulled her closer: 'No. I just think, so women can talk in such detail.'
She softly 'mm'-ed, then actively kissed me. That night, we made love slower and more carefully than usual. She whispered many things in my ear that she rarely said, including the details she had just mentioned while chatting with C. As I listened, I responded to her body. When climax came, she buried her face in the hollow of my shoulder, her voice tender and hoarse.
In the days that followed, similar conversations continued.
C asks his ex-girlfriend: “After you two finish, does he help clean you up?”
The ex-girlfriend nodded: “Yes. Sometimes he also... uses his mouth.”
C’s eyes lit up: “Really? I’ve only seen it in movies. What does it actually feel like?”
The ex-girlfriend thought for a moment and said: “At first it can be a little embarrassing, but later on it just... feels really good. More sensitive than using your hand.”
C rested her chin in her hand: “Next time I want to try making my boyfriend do this.”
Another time, C suddenly said, 'I have a friend who, after getting married, made an agreement with her husband: each gets one 'free night' per month to go out and find someone else. Would you ever consider something like that?'
The ex-girlfriend immediately shook her head: “No. I can't stand it.”
C shrugged: “I can’t stand it either. I just think some people are really open-minded.”
These conversations were like a slowly opening window, allowing me to see another side of private exchanges between women. They would discuss the specific sensations of orgasm, compare the depth of different positions, share which words made them more excited, and also complain about which habits of men made them lose interest.
One night, C had a bit to drink and talked more. Leaning on the sofa, looking at me and my ex-girlfriend, she suddenly said:
“You two really suit each other. One tall, one easy on the eyes; when you make love, the scene probably looks very nice.”
The ex-girlfriend blushed, while I was somewhat speechless.
C continued: “Sometimes I fantasize… not about you guys specifically, just simply thinking, if two couples lived together, would anything happen? Of course, it’s just a thought.”
The ex-girlfriend quickly interrupted: "Drink a little less."
C raised her hands in surrender with a smile: “Okay, okay, I won’t say it. I’m going to sleep.”
After she got up and left, only my ex-girlfriend and I remained in the living room. The air was quiet for a few seconds before my ex-girlfriend suddenly asked me in a low voice:
“What she just said... did you have any other thoughts?”
I looked at her seriously: "No. I only want to be with you."
She looked into my eyes, confirmed I wasn't lying, then gently nodded and leaned into my embrace.
That night, we weren't in a hurry to do it. We just lay side by side, chatting idly. She said that C, who seemed carefree on the surface, was actually quite sensitive inside sometimes; she said that she herself occasionally felt her heart race because of C's words, but didn't know how to handle that feeling. I listened, gently stroking her arm with my hand.
In the month that followed, there were many more nights like that.
Sometimes it's the two of them chatting late in the living room, and I listen to their intermittent conversation in my room; sometimes it's the three of us having a meal together, and C suddenly throws out a blunt question, with my ex-girlfriend flusteredly trying to smooth things over; sometimes it's late at night when all is quiet, and my ex-girlfriend whispers in my ear something she heard during the day, and then we slowly draw closer in the darkness.
A month-long advanced study course ended very quickly.
On the day of departure, C thanked me very formally, saying he had disturbed me during this time and we should meet again if there was a chance. The ex-girlfriend was somewhat reluctant and hugged her for a long time.
After they left, the house fell quiet again. Standing in the empty living room, I suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
Those nighttime conversations overheard, those awkward interruptions, those climaxes intensified by 'being heard'—all felt like a fleeting dream.
Later, my ex-girlfriend and I kept it going for a while longer. We would occasionally bring up those days of living together, and bring up C’s blunt words. My ex-girlfriend once said with a smile:
“Actually, once women really open up to each other, it’s even more naked than men imagine. It’s just that most of the time, nobody gets the chance to hear it.”
I nodded and pulled her into my arms.
Yes. Some words are only suitable to be spoken at a specific time, in a specific space, and with specific trust. And that thirty-day cohabitation just happened to give them—and me—a chance to hear them.
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