I was visiting a friend’s house that summer, and I passed by a small river with a pebbled beach. On the beach, two girls were flying kites. The August breeze caressed my face, making my hot body feel a little bit cooler. Suddenly, I noticed that one of the girls was a classmate of mine from high school who had collected cow dung together in agricultural class. She also saw me and greeted me warmly. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her I was going to my college classmate’s house. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was playing with her cousin, and asked me if I could help her take down her kite. She asked me if I could help her take it down. I saw a beautiful kite hanging from a thin string above the treetop, but it wasn’t high enough, so if I stepped on another person’s shoulder, I could catch it. I said, “I’ll squat down, you step on my shoulders, I’ll get up slowly, you hold the trunk and climb up slowly. She looked to the left and right and seemed a little hesitant, but that was all she could do, so she held my head, first stepped on my right shoulder with one foot, then slowly lifted her left foot up and stepped on my left shoulder. Just then, a miracle happened, and I was suddenly stunned. The girl was wearing a skirt, and the whole skirt covered my head in a haze, and all I could see was a white ass, round and elastic, with thick, dense hair sticking out of her panties between her legs. In the midst of my reverie, she lost her balance and fell down, screaming, and I rushed to hug her, holding her waist. At that time we both fell to the ground, hugging each other tightly, both embarrassed to get up, but no one let go first, so we just held each other, staring at each other. Later, she broke away and said, “Let’s do it again,” I said, “as long as you don’t fall. I said yes, as long as you didn’t fall. Her cousin had gone off to play with someone else, just the two of us, so I squatted down again. So I squatted down again, let her step on my shoulders, and slowly climbed up the tree trunk, grabbing her delicate calves with both hands. There was no camera, and if there had been, you could have gotten a lot of good shots from below, much better than a lot of underskirt snaps. When she pulled the kite down, we sat in the shade and started chatting until the sun went down and we didn’t have to go to her classmate’s house. This girl later married the son of the mayor of a village outside of mine, and I seldom see her anymore.
