The story of the senior and junior students; my sex story with the senior.

Every stage of life brings its own set of events. In our youth, these events are often related to love and relationships. Let’s take a look at some netizens’ erotic records. 　　

I didn’t go home . I spent the entire holiday reading and studying in my dormitory, reading books about scientific research and employment, and also studying my major courses. 　　

I have a very close senior classmate named Wang Haiyan (pseudonym), whom I met a year into my graduate studies. At that time, her boyfriend was Chen Gang, and we shared a dorm room. I heard they both came from the same university and were a couple during their undergraduate years. Chen Gang and I were also very close; we were best buddies, inseparable. Wang Haiyan often came to our dorm to see Chen Gang, and gradually we became familiar with each other. 　　

She visits Chen Gang almost every day. Sometimes when Chen Gang isn’t in the dorm, she chats and laughs with me, telling me to tell her anything I have trouble with, that she’s my senior and will definitely help me. And every time she buys a gift for her boyfriend , she always buys me one too, the same gift as her boyfriend. Of course, her boyfriend doesn’t know this secret; we’re keeping it from Chen Gang!

I’ve always been puzzled as to why my senior would always buy me gifts. I’ve thought about this many times. From her attitude and words towards me, I had a vague feeling that she might like me, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. The answer to this question wasn’t found until that night in the dorm.
　　My major courses weren’t very good, so she often came to our dorm to tutor me. To avoid any unfounded suspicions from others, she would only come to help me with my studies and chat with me when everyone else in our dorm had left. 　　

That night, we ate and chatted, talking about many things. I learned from her that her relationship with Chen Gang had weakened. They had been in love for five years, but the passion of the past was long gone, leaving only a mechanical life and mechanical feelings, utterly tasteless. 　　

That night, my relationship with Haiyan changed from confiding in her to feeling pity, and finally to loving her. We naturally ended up having sex. Haiyan and I spent the night in the classroom; we didn’t go home. In the empty classroom, I undressed her, and her moans echoed throughout the room, fueling my growing passion… 　　

We were inseparable, eating out together, shopping together, just like a young married couple . Although Haiyan and I hid our relationship very well, everything eventually came to light. Two weeks later, Chen Gang asked me to meet him alone at a bar. I knew my premonition had come true. 　　

In the bar, Chen Gang said to me expressionlessly, “I know about your relationship with Haiyan. I don’t blame you. You’re my classmate and good friend! I wish you happiness ! ” “I shouldn’t have been with Haiyan…” Before I could finish, he waved his hand and said, “It’s nothing! I told you, I don’t blame you. My feelings for her had already changed. I knew it; breaking up was inevitable. ” After saying that, he downed a glass of wine and left alone. 　　

My classmates soon learned about my relationship with Haiyan, and their attitudes towards me varied. I even heard some people say that I had stolen my brother’s wife , disregarded brotherhood, and prioritized women over friends. Whenever I heard these words, I felt very sad. A knife-like pain constantly lingered in my heart, and the emotional wound caused by that pain was difficult to heal; the wound kept opening up. 　　

Ever since others found out about my relationship with Haiyan, the usual laughter and chatter in the dormitory has decreased significantly. Everyone has become very quiet, and the atmosphere is awkward . I don’t know what to do! One day, before going to bed, one of my classmates said to everyone: ” Steamed buns are delicious, but steamed buns that have been chewed by others don’t taste good!” 　　I know they’re mocking me, laughing at me for eating someone else’s leftovers. The love I understand is rendered utterly worthless, worthless, and utterly worthless by them. I’m always speechless in their presence because we have so little in common. 　　

After Haiyan learned of my feelings , she understood my doubts and always tried her best to comfort me. We lived in a world of love, and the warmth of love warmed my cold body and my cold heart.