JOURNEY OF LOVE: A MEMORABLE VACATION - PART 6 (Patreon)

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Note: This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Part 6: First Time

Since I was five years old, I have had my own room and slept alone. In other words, the total number of years I slept alone was about ten years, more than a year sleeping with another guy. Tonight, however, a strange sense of emptiness mingled with the silent night. I want to see him again soon!

Love is such an unpredictable thing! I'm not sure when I fell in love with Tristan, but one thing I can say for sure, this is a real love. It is not so ostentatious as the romantic episodes in the novel. It was full of burdens on my mind. However, if I eliminate all anxiety, Tristan's image always occupies my mind… even in dreams.

Yes, that night I only thought about Tristan… but apparently, the perspective is a bit different. The nights before, I dreamed of him from the perspective of a high school guy, a friend. But tonight, I was like a strange girl entering his life.

My sleep lasted just over six hours, but in my dreams, I experienced a full human life. I met Tristan, made friends with him, confessed and was reciprocated. After that, we became lovers and got married a few years later. I gave birth to beautiful children for Tristan. Life goes on and we grow old together.

When I woke up, I realized it was all just a dream. This dream was so real, I remember almost every detail in it. That makes my face hot. Is it because I'm sleeping in a pretty nightgown tonight? What a happy dream life! But precisely because it was more fulfilling, the more I sighed. There is a difference between real life and that dream, which is, I am not a girl.

I patted my cheeks a few times. Now is not the time to think about that. I need to pack for my trip with the Foreign Language Club. I went to my parents' room, opened the wardrobe and selected a few suitable clothes for the trip. Next, I took off my pink nightgown and the panties I was wearing. Honestly, I still want to wear them a little longer.

I noticed a wet streak on the front of my panties. This made me even more embarrassed. Oh man! I've never masturbated before. I don't even know how to do it! But last night, when I thought about Tristan, “it” suddenly erupted...

I took a shower and went to the bed, where I put the outfit I was going to wear today. I've never liked pink before. But somehow, ever since I thought of becoming a girl, pink has become my number one favorite color.

Today I choose a white cotton lingerie set with pink flowers embroidered. This lingerie set is designed in a cute style for high school girls. I think it's quite suitable for my taste. A cotton lingerie set will be suitable for a longer trip than a lace lingerie set. The feeling of wearing panties is still something very new and stimulating. Today is also the first day I officially wear a bra. Yesterday was just a try on. Can this also count as a memorable milestone?

As for the main outfit, I chose a ruffled pink sleeveless dress. Hope Tristan will like it! No… maybe I shouldn't have hoped for such a far-fetched thing. As long as he doesn't see me too… weird, it's already a big success!

I combed my blond wig and tied it up. I haven't taken it off since last night, except in the shower, as if it had become a part of me. Definitely, from now on, I will grow my hair very carefully… until it is as beautiful as this wig. Oh no, it will definitely be more beautiful than that!

Struggling to prepare for a while, I realized that the time was not early. I hurriedly say goodbye to my parents and rushed to the bus station. In the distance, my mother's voice sounded: “This little girl! What a rush! It's not time for the bus to run yet! Are you looking forward to meeting my son-in-law?!” Oh man! What is she saying?! It's too embarrassing!

The traffic jams made me feel impatient. Will I be late? I need to text them to avoid worrying them. I took out my phone and searched the phonebook for “Tr”, but there I stopped. Why did I think of his name first?! This should have been reported to the club president. So I searched for “Kai”. But… should I text Tristan? I really have a lot to say to him! After a moment's thought, I decided… not to text. I want to talk to him directly.

The car finally came to a stop. However, the place where I got off the bus was still a short distance from the meeting place. We arranged to meet near a train station, but we actually booked a tourist car with a chauffeur service. I have no choice but to run! Fortunately, I was wearing a pair of ballet flats, not a pair of high heels. I'm so tired! I never got a good score in gymnastics, which most students from a fishing village like me scored near perfect. But, it's okay! The longing to see Tristan again makes me temporarily forget the fatigue!

Running for a while, I was almost at the meeting place. From a distance, I saw four beautiful girls surrounded by a handsome guy. I'm so jealous! Even though I knew who those four girls were, I was still jealous of them. They are with the guy I love and talk to him very comfortably, which I still can't do, even though I'm the one who spends the most time with him. For the first time, I felt angry at myself for my shy nature.

I spoke up to let them know I had arrived. Tristan got up from the bench and walked over to me. I slowly approached him as well. So nervous! I thought of dozens of sentences to say to him, but now that I've met him in person, I don't know what to say. Seeing Tristan's stare, I felt worried: “What's wrong?! I look weird, don't I?!” Unexpectedly, Tristan shook his head and replied: “No way! You're … cute!” I froze for a few seconds after hearing the answer from Tristan. Happiness is sometimes just like this!

“Cute” is a very general word for complimenting someone. It can be anyone, from newborn babies to respectable old men. “Cute” can also be a compliment for guys, but in this situation, I feel that, maybe he is seeing me as a girl… even just a little.

He and I quietly faced each other. I was embarrassed to put my face down, so I couldn't see Tristan's expression clearly. What is he thinking about me? It was only when the horn sounded that we got out of this silent situation.

The car that the Foreign Language Club rented was a seven-seat tourist car. The driver is a middle-aged uncle over 50 years old. When he saw us get in the car, he seemed a little surprised. Maybe he was wondering why a guy was with five girls. Four girls were still hugging and making obvious physical contact with the guy. The other girl, which was me, was blushing as she watched them joking around. I also want to be close to Tristan like them, but this is too much for me!

I really want to say to the driver: “Dear driver! Don't misunderstand this situation! Tristan is not a spoiled guy! We're both guys!” But come to think of it, if I said that, the situation would have been even worse! Well then, I have to let Tristan endure this misunderstanding! I'll comfort him later! That's the decision!

Tristan is also resisting the four guys, but it seems… not very effective. Meanwhile, inadvertently, his eyes and mine met. We quickly turned our faces away to avoid each other's eyes. Why did I do that?! Suddenly after that moment, they also let go of Tristan.

I opened my small handbag and pulled out a handkerchief. I wiped Tristan's sweat. Tristan seemed a little surprised by my actions. I blush again! When I did this, I didn't even think about my action that seemed “a little too concerned”. I was about to pull my hand back, but Tristan smiled at me: “Thank you!” Seeing his smile, I forgot my shyness!

Duffey suddenly said: “Stop flirting with each other! We are still here!” Suddenly, shyness returned to me. I immediately withdrew my hand. Tristan glared Duffey with a somewhat uncomfortable look.

Because of the early departure, everyone was tired from sleeping less than usual. Only I have enough sleep because in the countryside, I sleep very early. The car drove for more than an hour, all five of them fell asleep. Initially, Tristan maintained an upright sitting position, even while sleeping. But after a while, his neck leans to the side and lies… on my shoulder. I trembled when I first came into physical contact with Tristan. Although my shoulder were tired a few hours later, I didn't want to wake Tristan up at all. His face when he slept… looks so handsome!

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