So, a girl's hand could be this soft, this smooth, and this warm.
That was the sensation that came from my palm after I took Li Xiaojun's hand.
That gentle, warm feeling—no wonder so many couples on the street walked hand in hand. It felt damn good.
"Xiaojun, be my girlfriend," I really wanted to say that to Li Xiaojun at that moment, but somehow, the words just wouldn't come out. "…" Li Xiaojun didn't speak. I could feel the hand I was holding trembling slightly. "Zihan," soon after, Li Xiaojun's voice came, as faint as a mosquito's hum. I was instantly thrilled to the core and unconsciously tightened my grip on her hand. "Ouch, you're hurting my hand, dummy," Li Xiaojun lightly tapped me with her other hand. "Haha, sorry, I just… suddenly… sorry…" I let go of her hand, and that warm, gentle sensation vanished immediately.
Actually, I knew that the relationship between Li Xiaojun and me was only a thin layer of paper away from being official. Once pierced, everything would fall into place naturally. But I chickened out—I didn't dare to pierce that layer of paper.
Li Xiaojun didn't say anything and followed me across the crosswalk to the entrance of the square.
"Xiaojun, look, there's a Santa Claus over there," I said, pointing to a Santa Claus waving at passersby under a huge Christmas tree.
"Wow, let's go take a look, Zihan!" Seeing Santa Claus, Li Xiaojun bounced over excitedly. Girls really do love cute things like this.
"Oh, lovely girl, Merry Christmas to you and your boyfriend!"
Santa Claus spread his arms wide as Li Xiaojun and I approached. "Giggle, Merry Christmas, Santa!" Li Xiaojun went over and hugged Santa Claus. "Hahaha, lovely girl, I've decided to give you a Christmas gift!"
With that, Santa Claus took out a gift box from the big red bag behind him. "Wow, thank you!" Li Xiaojun took the gift in her hands and hugged Santa Claus again. "Hahaha, young man, come here. Grandpa has a Christmas gift for you too," Santa Claus waved at me and took out another gift from the big red bag, handing it to me. "Thank you, Santa! Merry Christmas!"
I went over and hugged him as well. "Children, I wish you happiness and joy!"
Santa Claus looked very kind. After bidding him farewell, we headed into the mall. "Zihan, Santa Claus said I'm your girlfriend," Li Xiaojun looked at me, her face slightly flushed. "Hahaha, then you are," I went along with it, though I was mostly joking. "Giggle, no way. It's too easy to become Zihan's girlfriend like that," Li Xiaojun laughed playfully in front of me, looking adorable and mischievous. Especially her slightly raised chest—ever since Sam started teaching me new things every night, I've become quite attentive to women's breasts. I imagined Li Xiaojun's breasts must be beautiful. What if I could touch them…
What am I thinking…
"Hahaha, let's go. I'll treat you to milk tea," I said, looking at her. She was truly captivating.
Li Xiaojun and I spent a long time wandering around the mall. By the time we headed home, it was almost 7 p.m.
"Mom, I'm back," I said as I opened the door, greeted by a familiar scent—the aroma of my mother's cooking. "So you finally remembered to come home," my mom said, stepping out of the kitchen and looking at me sprawled on the sofa. "Hehe, Mom, don't be mad. I went shopping at the mall with my classmates. Look what I got for you!"
With that, I pulled out the Christmas gift I had bought for my mom while shopping—a white scarf. Li Xiaojun had said that girls always love receiving scarves as gifts.
"Oh, Zihan's grown up now, knows how to give gifts to Mom," my mom said with a smile. She looked especially beautiful today, her long hair flowing naturally, wearing a white short-sleeved top and gray leggings, her face glowing with a healthy flush. I could even see tiny beads of sweat on her fair skin.
"Hehe, Mom, is Sam back yet?"
I didn't see Sam around. "Sam didn't come back with you?" my mom asked, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise. Oh no, it's still Christmas, and Sam isn't home yet. Looks like he's going to get an earful from Mom later.
"He said he was asking the teacher some questions at school. Maybe he's playing outside, but he'll be back soon." I tried to reassure her. Is Sam really not afraid of Mom at all?
"Hmph! I'll have a good talk with him later. This is just too much," Mom said, turning back to the kitchen to continue her work.
A little while later, I heard the sound of the door opening. Last month, Mom had given Sam a key so he could come and go on his own.
"Zihan, Mom, I'm back!"
Sam's loud voice echoed as soon as he opened the door. "Zihan, come help me carry this stuff. There's too much," Sam called to me. I went to the door and saw him holding a bunch of gift boxes. "Sam, why did you buy so much stuff?" I asked, looking at him. "Hehe, there's a gift for you, one for Mom, and one for Dad. I spent a long time shopping for these," Sam said with a grin. "Sam, why are you back so late again!"
Mom walked over, bringing with her a faint scent of winter plum blossoms. "Mom, hehe, this is my gift for you!"
Sam pulled two gift boxes from the pile and handed them to Mom with both hands. Mom paused for a moment. "Wasting money on unnecessary things... Next time, don't come back so late. I've told you this several times!"
Mom took the gifts from Sam, still looking happy. At least, I could tell her tone had softened. "Yes, sir! Merry Christmas, Mom!"
Sam straightened up and gave Mom a salute that seemed to come from who-knows-where.
"Giggle, alright, you two rest. Dinner will be ready soon," Mom said, turning to place the gifts on the living room sofa before heading back to the kitchen.
"Zihan, this is for you," Sam handed me a gift box. I took it—it had some weight to it. "What is this, Sam? It's so heavy," I said, looking at him. "Hehe, it's a secret. Open it before you go to sleep tonight," Sam replied, carrying the remaining gift boxes to our bedroom. "What could it be..." I eyed the box, grabbed my backpack from the sofa, and followed him back to the room. "Sam, this is my gift for you," I said, pulling a diary out of my backpack and handing it to him. "Wow, a diary! Thank you, Zihan. I actually needed one," Sam said happily. "Hehe, glad you like it."
I stared at the gift box he gave me, really wanting to open it right away and see what was inside.
After dinner, Mom took the Christmas gifts Sam and I had given her upstairs. She had bought each of us a pair of sneakers—exactly the style I liked.
After showering, I returned to the bedroom, clean and eager to open the gift box Sam had given me. I wanted to know what was inside.
Once I unwrapped the box, I finally saw its contents. "Holy shit! Is this... a girl's... butt?!"
I was startled, my hands trembling. "Wait, it's made of silicone. Could this be the legendary... pocket pussy?!"
I was shocked, followed by an inexplicable excitement.
I picked it up. It was shaped like a girl's butt—two plump cheeks, a slender waist, and a soft pink texture with a silicone feel. The key was, damn it, this imitation of a girl's butt even had a replica of female genitalia—a vagina shaped like a blooming rose. Looking at this model, my breathing quickened, and my heart raced. I tentatively touched the silicone genitalia—it was soft. The sensation was just too damn amazing.
I inserted a finger into the silicone vagina. It actually went in. Could it be that Sam gave me this so I could...
"How shameless!"
I let out a bitter laugh. Sam really was a jerk. No wonder he had mentioned earlier that he'd find time to teach me how to play "adult games." Shameless as it was, I couldn't help but stare at the soft texture in my hands, the open vagina, swallowing hard as I fell into deep thought. "Zihan," Sam pushed the door open and came in. "Ah, Sam," I jumped, hiding the silicone butt behind my back. "Hehe, did you see the gift?" Sam winked at me. "Uh... yeah, I saw it. But... Sam, isn't this a bit inappropriate? What if Mom finds out..." I said with a wry smile. Sam's move was beyond my comprehension. "It's fine. Mom told me that boys shouldn't masturbate before they're adults, so I gave you this gift as a way to play adult games instead of masturbating," Sam explained, seeing my shocked expression. We had discussed masturbation before, and Sam said he never did it. "I only play adult games, I don't masturbate," that's what Sam told me. "Uh..." I was still a bit embarrassed. Wait, did Sam just say, "Mom said boys shouldn't masturbate before they're adults?"
Did Mom really teach Sam about these things? But thinking about it, it was possible. Sam was shameless enough to ask anything.
"Don't be shy, Zihan. This is perfectly normal in South Africa. We humans are animals, and reproduction is the most important responsibility of animals. Ejaculation is a normal physiological need for us guys, so don't be embarrassed," Sam came over and patted me. "Right..." I nodded, not fully understanding. "Keep the gift and try it when you need to. It feels really good," Sam said with a smile as he returned to his bed to blow-dry his hair. I glanced back at that silicone butt—the vagina underneath it seemed to grow more and more appealing the longer I looked.
I quickly hid the silicone butt in my bookshelf and locked it. The bookshelf held many of my important things, and my mom wouldn't go rummaging through it anyway.
"Go to sleep, Zihan. I'm going to chat with my girlfriend tonight. I'll be on the living room sofa for a bit," Sam said after finishing his hair, wearing just a tank top and shorts. He left, closing the door behind him. Before shutting it completely, he gave me a knowing wink—clearly giving me some private space to do as I pleased.
"Damn nigger!" I cursed him silently in my heart. The restlessness I'd felt earlier when lying in bed stirred again. Since this asshole assumed I'd do something anyway, I might as well just do it.
With that thought, I got up again, took the silicone butt out of the bookshelf, and felt its soft texture. Those two pink cheeks were too tempting. I looked at the vagina—was this where the penis was supposed to go in?
A few times before, Sam had shown me videos of him and his French girlfriend. It seemed like his black dick went into that hole. I picked up the silicone butt and lay back on the bed. "Should I... give it a try?"
A terrifying thought echoed in my mind. I pulled the covers over myself and pressed the silicone butt against my lower body. "Ah, this... this feeling is so thrilling," I felt my heart racing wildly. "Maybe I should just try it." After thinking it over, I pulled my underwear down to my thighs. My penis finally made contact with the silicone butt, and I felt it immediately swell and harden. I thrust against the butt, but something was off—why wasn't it going in? I lifted the covers and saw my penis pressing against the silicone butt without entering the silicone vagina. I glanced back at the bedroom door—still closed. Licking my lips, I gripped my penis and aimed it into the vaginal opening. "Ah... fuck, ah... I can't take it, this... ah..." As soon as I entered and moved slightly, an intense urge to ejaculate surged from my lower body to my brain. Then, I felt my penis releasing semen into the silicone butt. "Ah..." My hands trembled as I pressed the butt beneath me, shooting stream after stream of cum into it. Finally, I lay there comfortably, pressing down on the silicone butt. "So this is how fun adult games are."
That was the only thought in my mind.
After a while, feeling my strength return, I lifted my hips and pulled my penis out of the silicone vagina. Seeing it wet, I quickly grabbed tissues from the bedside to wipe it clean, then cleaned the vaginal opening as well. Once everything was tidy, I carefully wrapped the silicone butt back in its paper box like a hidden treasure and placed it back in the bookshelf.
"So comfortable," I lay in bed, pulling the covers over me, those four words the only thought left in my mind. Luckily, Sam had gone out to chat and hadn't seen me like this. A wave of drowsiness washed over me, my eyelids growing heavier and heavier, consciousness gradually fading as I drifted off to sleep.
A sudden chill woke me up—I had kicked the blanket off the bed, leaving my stomach feeling slightly bloated and aching.
I picked up my phone from the bedside table. It was 1 a.m.; I had only slept for two or three hours.
Getting up, I headed to the bathroom. I saw Sam lying on his bed, sleeping like a log. "This guy," I yawned, walking into the living room before remembering that a pipe had burst outside the first-floor bathroom. Repairs were still underway, so for the past two days, we'd been using the second-floor bathroom, where there was backup water for flushing.
"Will I wake Mom if I go up?" I frowned as a sharp pain shot through my stomach. Hurriedly, I made my way upstairs. Passing by my mom's bedroom door, I noticed a faint light seeping through the crack. "Is Mom still awake?" I glanced over before heading to the bathroom. "Mmm..." A familiar-sounding moan came from my mom's room, startling me. I froze in place. "Mmm..." Another muffled sound echoed from inside. "Mom," I panicked. Was she sick? I quickly returned to her door. "Ah... Zihan, why are you up here?" my mom's voice came from inside. "My stomach hurts. I came up to use the bathroom," I said. "Mom, are you okay?" I asked anxiously. "...I'm fine," she replied. "Oh, Mom, rest well then," I said before heading to the bathroom.
After finishing up, I walked back, glancing into the laundry room to see if Mom had left her clothes in the basket. "Mom must be exhausted today—she didn't even do the laundry," I thought, feeling a pang of sympathy. Returning to her bedroom door, the light was off. She must have gone to sleep.
Back in the downstairs bedroom, I saw Sam sleeping soundly, mouth agape, one hand under his head and the other tucked inside his blanket. The sight almost made me burst out laughing. I shook my head. Suddenly, Sam turned over, and the blanket slipped off him. I caught a glimpse of his white tank top and shorts. His hand was indeed inside his shorts—no, wait, it looked like he was holding something. Holding my breath, I slowly approached and leaned in for a closer look. Inside his shorts, his hand was clutching a flesh-colored piece of fabric. What was that? I stared, puzzled. Just then, Sam pulled his hand out of his shorts. Startled, I quickly ducked down. Fortunately, he simply withdrew his hand and continued snoring loudly. That's when I finally saw what was left inside his shorts—a pair of panties. To be precise, a pair of women's panties, because I could see the white lace trim on the flesh-colored fabric. No guy would wear panties with lace, right? My eyes widened. Was Sam... using a pair of women's panties to masturbate?
I couldn't believe this "dude." I wanted to laugh but held it in, shaking my head as I returned to my bed and lay back down. Thinking of the treasure in the bookcase, I drifted back to sleep.
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