Lin Lin, Tingting, and Mi'er were classmates at nursing school, all just turned twenty this year and in their sophomore year. Their personalities differed, but they had been inseparable since childhood. Lin Lin was outgoing and tall with particularly rounded hip curves; Tingting was gentle and reserved with the fullest bust; Mi'er was lively and direct with a slender waist and long, straight legs. Because of their striking looks and well-proportioned figures, they always attracted a lot of attention at school.
This summer vacation, the school's Youth League Committee organized a social practice activity with the theme of visiting and comforting lonely elderly people at a nursing home. The task ultimately fell on the three of them. Secretary Li of the Youth League Committee said, 'You all can sing and dance, have good images, you're the most suitable to perform a few programs.' Although the three felt the journey was long, they still agreed.
On Saturday morning, they boarded a long-distance bus with Secretary Li. After more than seven hours of bumpy travel and over an hour of walking, they finally reached the nursing home at the foot of the mountain as dusk was falling. After the iron gate opened, the elderly gatekeeper welcomed them inside. The courtyard was planted with many flowers and plants, and several two-story buildings were surrounded by green trees. The environment was quieter and more secluded than imagined.
Secretary Li first gave a brief introduction, and the nursing home also sent three representatives to receive them. The entire compound housed about twenty elderly people, with dormitories divided into three buildings. The building leaders were called A Lang, A Hu, and A Bao—all nicknames commonly used by folks in the countryside. Secretary Li had matters to attend to and returned that same night. Before leaving, he reminded them: "Be enthusiastic and polite. You can return after the performance tomorrow."
The three of them were arranged to eat dinner in a clean little room. After finishing the simple meal, they changed into the performance outfits prepared for them. Lin Lin wore a thin sleeveless tight top and white long pants, while Ting Ting and Mi Er changed into slightly shorter skirts. The three of them teased each other for a bit, and the atmosphere was relaxed.
The evening's program took place in the large activity room. About twenty elderly people sat neatly in rows, most with gentle curiosity in their eyes. The first performance was a modern dance by three people. As the music started, they swayed their hips and moved their bodies in rhythm with the beat. The lighting wasn't too bright, but it was enough to make everyone's movements clearly visible. By the end of the dance, all three were slightly out of breath, and sincere applause rang out among the elderly.
After the performance, the nursing home arranged for them to go to three separate dormitory buildings to perform one or two more small programs for the elderly living there and chat with them. Lin Lin was assigned to A'Lang's building. When the iron door closed behind her, she felt a little nervous, but seeing the peaceful smiles on the faces of the elderly in the room, she gradually relaxed.
“Hello, grandpa. My name is Lin Lin, and I’m twenty this year. Today I’ll dance another dance for everyone.” She introduced herself sweetly.
Ah Lang smiled and nodded, 'As long as the dance looks good, we all enjoy seeing young people full of energy.'
Lin Lin started the music again and began to dance. This time she danced more relaxed, her movements more natural. As she moved, her top clung slightly to her body, vaguely revealing the contours beneath, but she didn't feel offended—the elderly's gazes mostly lingered on her face and overall movements, occasionally sweeping over her figure, only with an appreciative look of elders watching a younger person.
After the dance, the old man invited her to sit and rest, even pouring her a cup of warm water. A'lang started asking about her school life, whether she wanted to be a nurse in the future, and if she had family. The atmosphere of the chat was very relaxed. The other elderly people occasionally chimed in, sharing amusing stories from their youth. Lin Lin gradually felt that these elders weren't as difficult to approach as she had imagined before coming.
At the same time, Tingting in Ahu’s building also encountered a similar situation. After she finished a relatively gentle dance, several elderly people surrounded her with questions. Some praised her for having a nice voice, and some said her smile made people feel comfortable. Tingting was originally somewhat shy, but after hearing it so much, she couldn’t help relaxing and proactively talked about her internship experience at nursing school.
Mier's side was even more direct. Abao had a straightforward personality; after watching her dance, he clapped and said: 'Little girl, you dance with energy! Another dance would be fine too, no pressure.' Mier simply added another dance segment. After finishing, she sat down and swapped stories with them, vividly recounting funny incidents from school, making the elderly folks laugh heartily.
The night gradually deepened. After the programs in all three buildings ended, the administration let them return to their own rooms to rest first. When the three gathered together, they were all a little surprised.
“Much better than I expected.” Lin Lin leaned against the bed and said, “Those old men are actually pretty amiable.”
Tingting nodded: "Ah Hu also asked if I wanted to intern here in the future, saying they need young nurses."
Mier added with a laugh: "Abao directly said we danced well, and if we're willing tomorrow, we can perform again."
The next morning, the three performed two more programs together in the large activity room. After finishing, the institution prepared a simple lunch, even specially made a few extra dishes. After eating, they were supposed to return immediately, but several floor leaders discussed and asked if they could stay half a day longer to help teach a few simple health exercises. The three discussed and agreed.
The afternoon sunlight was very good. Lin Lin was invited by A Lang to the small courtyard behind the dormitory building to teach him and several other elderly people stretching exercises. During the movements, Lin Lin occasionally supported an elder’s arm or shoulder to make sure the posture was correct. A Lang’s palm was dry and warm, his strength steady. Once, when demonstrating, Lin Lin’s hand accidentally pressed against his forearm, and both of them paused for a moment before continuing as if nothing had happened.
At dusk, the three of them were separately invited to each dormitory building to “sit a while longer.” This time the atmosphere was even more relaxed. Lin Lin sat in the chair in Ah Lang's room, listening to him talk about his younger days working on construction sites. As he got into it, Ah Lang stood up to pour her some water. Passing by her side, his hand lightly brushed her shoulder. Lin Lin did not avoid him; she just looked up at him once. Their eyes met, and suddenly there was something unspoken in the air.
“If you’re tired, rest early.” Lang’s voice was very low.
Lin Lin nodded but didn't get up immediately. She suddenly asked, 'Brother Wolf... can I call you Brother Wolf?'
Ah Lang smiled and said, 'Call me whatever you like.'
Only the two of them were left in the room. The sky outside the window gradually darkened. Lin Lin felt her heartbeat quicken a bit. She didn't speak, just looked at the other person. A'Lang didn't get closer either, just pulled the chair a bit nearer. They sat side by side, chatting idly.
The other elderly residents in the same building had all gone to the activity room to watch TV. The room was very quiet. Linlin suddenly felt that she did not seem to reject this quiet kind of companionship. She turned her head and found that Ah Lang was also looking at her. This time, neither of them looked away first.
"If... you want to." A Lang spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse. "I can walk you back to your room."
Lin Lin thought for a moment, then nodded.
The two of them walked out of the dormitory building together. The night wind carried the coolness unique to the mountains. Halfway there, Lin Lin suddenly stopped. Ah Lang also stopped and turned around. Lin Lin looked at him and said softly, “Actually... I don’t really want to go back so soon.”
A-Lang didn't answer immediately, just reached out and lightly touched her fingers. Lin Lin didn't pull away. The next second, their fingers naturally intertwined.
When she returned to the room she shared with the other two girls, Tingting and Mier still hadn’t come back. Linlin understood in her heart that they probably each had their own arrangements too. She didn’t turn on the main light, leaving only a small lamp on. A Lang stood at the doorway, seemingly waiting for her decision.
Lin Lin walked up to him, actively raised her hand, and touched his chest.
“Tonight... can you stay?” She asked softly, but very clearly.
Ah Lang looked into her eyes, confirmed her willingness, and then nodded.
The door was gently closed. Only the sound of their breathing remained in the room. Lin Lin didn't speak again; she just reached out and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. A Lang's hand covered hers, helping her slip off her clothes. The following movements were slow, carrying a sense of cautious probing and confirmation. Before each touch, he would watch her reaction; and Lin Lin, time and again, used her actions and sounds to tell him that she was willing.
At the same time, similar though not quite identical things were happening in the other two buildings as well.
Tingting sat in Ah Hu's room, listening to him talk about the folk songs he learned when he was young. As he spoke, she leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder. Ah Hu placed his hand lightly on her back and asked: "Is this okay?" Tingting nodded, then lifted her face and actively kissed him.
Mi'er was even more direct. She and A'Bao were sitting chatting in the small pavilion behind the dormitory building. When the conversation got lively, she suddenly laughed and said, 'Brother Bao, if you dare to kiss me, I won't go back to stay in the girls' dormitory.' A'Bao was stunned for a second, then lowered his head. Their kiss carried a hint of mountain breeze.
The night gradually deepened.
The lights in the three buildings went out one after another. This weekend, which had originally come only to complete a social practice assignment, turned into a completely different experience because of the voluntary choices of three people. No coercion, no threats, only bodies and heartbeats slowly drawing near after confirming each other’s willingness.
The next morning, when sunlight shone into the courtyard, the three almost simultaneously walked out from different dormitory buildings. They glanced at each other, seeing similar expressions on each other's faces—a bit tired, but more so a calmness after satisfaction.
On the return car ride, the three of them sat in the last row. Secretary Li sent a message asking about the situation, and they simply replied, 'Very smooth, the elderly were all very welcoming.' No one mentioned what happened last night.
The mountain road outside the car window slowly retreated. Lin Lin leaned against the window, her fingers unconsciously touching her lips, where the sensation from last night's kiss still lingered.
She knew this story probably wouldn't be brought up again. But for her, for Tingting, and for Mier, this summer's trip to the nursing home had completely turned into a secret willingly shared only among the three of them. And this secret would occasionally be recalled in quiet nights for a long time to come—carrying the memory of the body, and also that clear, voluntary decision made at the time.
The mountain road outside the car window slowly retreated. Lin Lin leaned against the window, her fingers unconsciously touching her lips, where the sensation from last night's kiss still lingered.
She knew this story probably wouldn't be brought up again. But for her, for Tingting, and for Mier, this summer's trip to the nursing home had completely turned into a secret willingly shared only among the three of them.
And this secret would occasionally be recalled in the quiet of some night for a long time to come—carrying the memory of the body, as well as that clear, voluntary decision made at the time.
On the return car ride, the three of them were almost silent the whole way. They responded to the few messages from Secretary Li with simple replies like 'smooth' and 'the elderly are well.' No one mentioned what had happened in their respective rooms last night. Yet the unspoken understanding in the air was clearer than any words.
By the time I returned to school, it was already Sunday night. In the dormitory, after the three of us finished showering, we sat side by side on the bed. The light was very dim. Linlin spoke first, her voice very soft:
"I... stayed."
Tingting and Mi'er looked at her simultaneously. Linlin did not avoid their gaze and continued: "A'lang asked me if it was okay, and I nodded. What happened afterwards was all my own choice."
Tingting's face was slightly red, but she also nodded: "Ah Hu too. He kept asking me 'Is this okay?', and I always said yes."
Leaning against the wall, Mier smiled, a bit embarrassed: "Abao was even more direct. I kissed him first. Later... I didn't refuse either."
The three of them looked at each other for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing together. In that laughter there was relief, and also a certain calmness belonging to adults, something they had just confirmed.
From that day on, three more phone numbers were added to their contacts.
A-Lang, A-Hu, A-Bao—three men who had lived most of their lives in the mountains but unexpectedly learned to send text messages. The content was mostly simple: asking if they were eating well, if their internships were tiring, when they'd have time to come again.
Lin Lin was the first to reply, 'I want to see you again.'
Two weeks later on the weekend, she took a leave of absence alone and boarded the same long-distance bus. When she arrived at the nursing home, A Lang was already waiting for her outside the iron gate. The two of them exchanged no unnecessary words; they merely looked at each other, then went into the building he lived in together.
The room was still the same, the bedding had been rearranged, the window was open, and the mountain wind could be heard. Once the door closed, Lin Lin actively walked over and buried her face in his chest. A'Lang's hand rested steadily on her back as he asked, 'This time... is it still your decision?'
“Yes.” She lifted her head, her gaze clear. “I want it.”
The clothes were taken off one by one. Lin Lin's body appeared even more supple under the light, her breasts gently rising and falling with her breath. A'Lang's movements remained slow, each touch preceded by a confirming glance. Lin Lin, in turn, guided him with her own hands, placing his palm where she wanted to be touched.
They went at it for a long time. When Lin Lin rode on top of him, she controlled the rhythm herself, sometimes fast, sometimes slow; when he entered her from behind, she would actively arch her waist down, letting him go deeper. When the climax came, she did not suppress her voice, only buried her face in the pillow, her body trembling in waves. When he ejaculated, A Lang asked her, “Is it okay?” She nodded, clamping down tightly on him and keeping all the hot fluid inside her body.
Afterward, they lay side by side. Lin Lin’s fingers traced circles on his chest as she suddenly said, “Next month I’ll be rotating through my internship; I might have three days off. By then... I want to live here.”
A-Lang turned his head to look at her, his gaze deep: 'Okay.'
Tingting went a few days later than Linlin. She brought a small bag of homemade snacks. Ah Hu smiled very gently when he took it. The two sat in the yard for a long time first, chatting, watching the sunset, until it was completely dark. Then Tingting took the initiative to take his hand and walk towards the room.
This time she was bolder than last time. She had Ah Hu sit on the edge of the bed, knelt down, and carefully pleased him with her lips and tongue. Only when he was fully erect did she climb onto the bed, align herself, and slowly lower herself. Throughout the entire process, she looked into his eyes, each movement filled with certainty. When she climaxed, she cried—not from pain, but from being so full and so seriously treated. Ah Hu kissed away her tears and asked if she wanted to continue. She nodded and wrapped her legs even tighter.
Mi'er was the most direct among the three. On her second visit, she stayed for two nights directly. During the day, she helped with chores around the compound; at night, she stayed in A'Bao's room. They tried various positions, sometimes on the bed, sometimes by the window, sometimes even in the bathroom. Mi'er liked to take the lead, often deciding the rhythm and depth herself. Once, she had A'Bao lie down, turned around, and rode him reverse cowgirl, rocking back and forth while looking back at him, her eyes wild and bright. When he ejaculated, she didn't let him pull out; instead, she sank her waist down, taking everything in.
The three girls’ schedules gradually developed a tacit understanding. Sometimes they would agree to go on the same day, but deliberately stay on different floors; sometimes one would go first, and the other two would follow the next day. Most of the other elderly people in the nursing home seemed to know something, but rarely asked. As long as there was no disturbance, everyone acted as if they had not seen anything.
After the summer vacation officially ended, they began their formal clinical internships. The hospital's pace was intense, but whenever there were two consecutive days off, someone among the three would always request leave to go up the mountain.
Lin Lin went the most frequently. Once, she stayed for four days in a row. During the day, she followed A'lang in the yard, planting vegetables and fixing furniture. At night, she would close the door and release all the desires pent up over the week. She learned to whisper in his ear how she wanted it, and she learned to clean their bodies after climax, then sleep nestled in his arms until she woke naturally.
Tingting, on the other hand, focused more on emotional connection. She would bring books and music to Ah Hu, and they often chatted late into the night after being intimate. Once she asked if he had ever been married when he was young. Ah Hu was silent for a long time before saying he had liked a woman when he was young, but she later married someone else. After hearing this, Tingting actively straddled him, slowly taking him back inside, moving while saying: "Then tonight... let me accompany you."
Mier was the most straightforward. She saw this relationship clearly—she liked Abao's body and directness, and Abao liked her passion. The two rarely said mushy words but were exceptionally compatible in bed. Once, the day before her period, her desire was particularly strong; they did it five times in total. The last time was in the early morning; she wasn't fully awake when he entered her from behind, and she cooperated in a daze until she climaxed again and completely woke up.
Two months passed like this.
On a weekend at the end of September, the three of them finally appeared at the nursing home at the same time again. This time they did not separate right away, but first sat for a while in the large activity room, greeted the other elderly residents, and only then returned to their respective rooms.
That night, the lights in three buildings almost went out simultaneously.
Lin Lin was pinned beneath A Lang, her legs spread wide. He entered deeply, each thrust hitting the most sensitive spot. Lin Lin clutched the bedsheet, her voice intermittent: 'Slower... no, like this... deeper...' When orgasm came, her whole body arched, her inner walls contracting violently, pushing A Lang to his limit too. After ejaculating, he didn't withdraw immediately but held her in that position, both catching their breath.
With Tingting, it was gentler. Ah Hu had her lie down, first bringing her to climax with his tongue before entering. Throughout the process, he kept looking into her eyes, asking "Is this comfortable?" with every change of position. Tingting, both shy and softened by the questions, finally actively turned over, kneeling and raising her hips, saying herself: "I want you like this... a bit harder."
Mier and Abao hardly spoke at all. As soon as the door closed, they tore at each other's clothes, first doing it once by the door, then moving to the bed. Mier liked to reach down and rub her clit when entered from behind; her orgasms came fast and intense. After one round, she wasn't satisfied and directly straddled him to move on her own until she drained Abao dry once more.
The next morning, when the three met in the courtyard, they all carried obvious fatigue and satisfaction. No one asked for details, yet they all saw the same thing in each other's eyes.
On the way back, Linlin suddenly said: “I have a week of rotating leave next month. I want... to stay a few more days.”
Tingting and Mi'er nodded simultaneously.
“Then let’s do it together.” Mier said, “It’s not like it’s the first time anyway.”
The mountains outside the car window gradually receded. The three of them leaned together, chatting idly about their internships and funny hospital stories, but they all knew—the secret that began this summer had become a fixed, willing part of their lives.
And the three buildings in the mountains also became places they would occasionally take the initiative to go to.
Not because someone forced them, but because they clearly knew what they wanted, and also knew the other side would respond with equally clear willingness.
The story continues.
The next weekend, the next rotating day off, the next time they took the initiative to get on that long-distance bus, they knew that waiting behind the door was still a night they could choose for themselves, decide for themselves.
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