Summer Days by the Seaside with a Virgin Student
Chapter 1: July, the Whistle at Saltwind Bay
Summer in Saltwind Bay begins with a midnight whistle.
The last train glides into the platform at 12:00 a.m., only one passenger left in the carriage: Lin Zhixia. He drags his suitcase, T-shirt plastered to his back with sweat, his eighteen-year-old virginity like a blank check—no one knows how many secrets it can cash.
The guesthouse owner, Auntie Qin, waits at the door. “You’re late, young master.” She hands him a key and a kerosene lamp. “Beachside cabin, standalone, no AC—just the wind.”
The cabin sits behind the reef, two hundred meters from the sand. The moment he pushes the door open, sea breeze floods in, carrying salt grains and the distant scent of grilled corn. Zhixia drops his bag on the floor, steps barefoot onto the porch—and the neighboring porch glows with a dim yellow light. A woman in a white tank top is bending over to hang a towel. The towel is large; her body is larger: breasts heavy and low inside the fabric, swaying in soft arcs with every motion; shorts ride into the cleft of her ass, revealing two crescent moons of flesh.
She looks up and smiles at him. “New arrival?”
Zhixia’s Adam’s apple bobs. He nods.
“I’m Chen Yiqing, next door.” She slings the towel over her shoulder; her breasts bounce. “Sunrise tomorrow—together?”
Chapter 2: 4 A.M. Tide
At 4 a.m., the tide wakes Zhixia. The porch door is ajar; Yiqing pads in barefoot, two ice-cold beers in hand. She wears an oversized men’s shirt, nothing underneath, hem barely covering the tops of her thighs.
“Can’t sleep? Drink.” She presses a can into his hand, then hops onto the railing, legs swinging. Moonlight makes her legs glow, faint tan lines on the inside of her knees.
Zhixia takes a sip—ice stings his teeth. Yiqing suddenly turns, bends to pick up a dropped bottle cap—her shirt flips up to her waist, exposing round ass cheeks and a glistening seam between. Zhixia’s swim trunks tent instantly.
“You…” His voice sticks.
Yiqing glances back, cat-smile. “First time seeing a woman’s ass?”
Chapter 3: First Lesson on the Sand
Next day, noon, the beach is deserted. Yiqing spreads a large towel, pulls Zhixia down. While applying sunscreen she deliberately presses her breasts against his arm; nipples graze his skin through fabric like two ripe cherries.
“Back, please.” She lies prone, unties her bikini strings. Zhixia’s hands shake, lotion smears everywhere. Yiqing rolls over, grabs his wrist, plants his palm on her chest. “Here too.”
His fingertips sink into soft flesh; nipples harden against his lifeline. Yiqing closes her eyes, a thin hum in her throat. Suddenly she sits up, straddles his hips, grinding through two layers of cloth. Zhixia’s cock throbs painfully, a clear bead seeping at the tip.
“Want in?” she asks.
Zhixia can only nod.
Chapter 4: Storm Night in the Cabin
Evening—sky splits open. Rain hammers the tin roof like bullets. Yiqing bursts in, soaked, shirt clinging, nipples dark and visible. She shoves Zhixia against the wall, rises on tiptoe, kisses him—salt, beer, faint mint on her tongue.
Clothes hit the floor one by one. Zhixia sees a woman naked for the first time: breasts hanging heavy, areolas wide and dark; slight belly, pubic hair trimmed into a neat inverted triangle. Yiqing guides his hand between her legs—hot, slick, like a freshly peeled lychee.
“Touch here.” She teaches him the clit, teaches him to circle with the pad of his finger. Zhixia is clumsy but earnest; Yiqing’s moans grow louder, finally convulsing in the storm’s peak, juices running down his fingers.
Chapter 5: First Time in the Sea
Six a.m.—sea flat as glass. Yiqing leads Zhixia into water waist-deep. She turns, hands braced on a rock, ass high. “From behind.”
When Zhixia slides in, both inhale sharply. Seawater is cold; inside her is scalding. Yiqing’s walls grip him like countless tiny mouths. Zhixia thrusts faster, waves slap their legs, salt water dilutes their mingled fluids.
“Inside,” Yiqing gasps, looking back, eyes glazed. Zhixia buries deep on the final stroke; semen spurts in thick pulses. Yiqing’s channel contracts, milking every drop.
Chapter 6: Last Night Before Summer Ends
August 31—Zhixia leaves on the dawn train. Yiqing waits on the porch in the same white tank top he saw the first night, nothing beneath.
“Souvenir.” She kneels, takes him into her mouth. Zhixia’s knees buckle; he grips the railing. Yiqing’s tongue swirls the head, occasionally deep-throating until he’s fully buried in wet heat. At the last second he pulls out, shoots across her face—white streams drip from chin to breasts, gleaming in moonlight.
Yiqing scoops a drop with her finger, tastes it. “Sweet.”
Epilogue: September Whistle
As the train pulls away, Zhixia sees Yiqing on the platform through the window, raising a heart with her fingers. Wind lifts her tank top like a small white flag.
Zhixia looks down—on his wrist is a thin red cord, tied last night from her bikini string.
The whistle sounds; Saltwind Bay fades. Zhixia closes his eyes. Salt water, semen, and the scent of her skin still linger in his nose.
