[My first sexual encounter during college was with a woman]

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I'm a college graduate. Looking back on when I first entered university, I was filled with anticipation for the future and a passionate hope for life. But now, finding a good job seems so difficult; reality sometimes feels so helpless...

Sorry, I digress. Okay, back to the point. In college, I had five girlfriends, which meant five seemingly similar yet subtly different sexual experiences!

My first girlfriend was someone I met at the freshman welcome party. She performed a striptease, which caught my attention. To be honest, I personally prefer well-mannered, gentle, and generous girls, but I always feel that flashy women are a bit promiscuous. We met because she was looking for someone among the freshmen to interact with. I forgot to mention, she was a sophomore in the student council. After her striptease, she said she wanted to sing a few lines of love songs with someone. I wasn't interested at all, and even considered avoiding it, but I happened to be sitting in the front row. She stood on the stage, pointed, and said, "How about this handsome guy?" I didn't think she was calling me; she was just in my direction. Besides, I don't consider myself a handsome guy (you know, right?). But the guy next to me pushed me up, saying, "She's calling you." I said, "Forget it, I'm not interested." But she said again, "Yes, it's you. Can we sing a duet? It's all about participation, it's to welcome you new students." I was so annoyed. Reluctantly, I stood up and pointed to myself, still confused. "Me?" She said, "Yes." "Can I?" Sigh, although I was extremely reluctant, I couldn't be timid. It would be embarrassing. Besides, it would be good to show off and leave an impression on the teachers and classmates. So, for various reasons, I went up. When she handed me the microphone, I noticed her hands were really beautiful. Hehe, I like pretty hands. So she said, "Will you sing a few lines?" I said, "Just a few lines." She said, "Okay, I'll remind you. Can we give our shy handsome guy some applause?" A burst of sarcastic applause erupted from below. Wow! What an eloquent girl, probably the fickle type! That was my first impression. She started singing, and I was actually a little nervous, forgetting the first line. She sang it first, which was good; she even helped me out of a predicament. She wasn't trying to make a fool of me. We sang it half-heartedly until the climax, when then the old woman took my hand. I shuddered. Good heavens, this is too open! I felt a mix of resistance and excitement. Why wouldn't I take advantage of this? She's not going to be my wife, so why should I care if she's fickle? I just held her hand and finished singing. More than anything, I liked her hand! After the second round of sarcastic applause, I returned to my seat, but I didn't want to watch anymore. So I walked out of the auditorium and wandered alone on the playground. To be honest, I felt a little lonely. Holding this girl's hand left me feeling unsettled. Did I have feelings for her? But she wasn't my type. People can be really unpredictable sometimes. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: finding someone to alleviate loneliness and satisfy physical needs might not be a bad thing.

So I decided to go to the service center to buy some food first, so I could get ready to get down to business. My personality is such that once I've made a decision, I act on it immediately. Whether it was fate or just a coincidence, I ran into her at the service center. She saw me and said, "Oh, you! What a coincidence! Why aren't you watching the show?" I said I wasn't interested and was a little hungry, so I bought something to eat. She said, "Oh!" I grabbed a bag of Sachima (a type of Chinese pastry), a bottle of Coke, and she bought sunflower seeds and a bunch of other snacks. Since we were all paying at the counter, and I was planning to make my move, I figured I should at least be a gentleman and leave a good impression. So I agreed to pay for everything together. She said, "How could I possibly accept that?" I said, "We're from the same school, and we're so lucky to have met. I need your help, younger brother!" She said, "You're too kind. It's my duty!" and didn't refuse anymore. She was really quite impolite. After we came out, we strolled along the path. I asked if she wasn't going to the performance, and she said she didn't want to go, it was a bit tiring, and she'd rather chat with the younger students, it would be more relaxing, haha! I said, "Really? That would be my honor." She said, "You're quite the charmer." I said, "You're telling the truth!" By the way, you only asked for my name while we were singing, can you tell me yours? She said, "Of course, I'll call her Nana from now on," and gave me her contact information. We chatted casually, and got a basic understanding of each other. That

night, back in my dorm, I reflected on it. She was definitely an open and flirtatious type, which made her relatively easy to get along with, and she lacked the typical female reserve!

So I sent her a message: "Nana, are you asleep?" "No, I can't sleep!" "What's wrong? Something on your mind?" "Yeah, lots of worries." "Tell me about it, I'm willing to listen." "Haha, it's nothing, just some student council stuff, and some other things. You're only a freshman, you don't have as many worries as I do." I said, "Then let me help you out. It's my job." She replied, "Thank you for your kindness, but it's just trivial stuff. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep." I said, "Okay then. I'm always available whenever you need me. Get some rest, goodnight!"

The first step went smoothly enough. We chatted for a week, our tone becoming increasingly flirtatious, and we met twice. She always said she was busy, so I didn't see the need to push. Then one day, things took a turn—we had a friendly basketball game between freshmen and sophomores, supposedly to build camaraderie. She was there too, and the score was kept. During halftime of the second half, I was substituted and rested, sitting on the bench behind her. She actually gave me a bottle of water, and I thanked her. Heh, it seemed like things were almost there; everything was ready except for that final push. But who knew, the final push would come so quickly. A guy was throwing the ball home when it got blocked, veering off course and heading straight for her. I was sitting right behind her—what better time than now? I reached out to block the ball, and while I did manage to block it, I twisted my hand. It hurt so much! She quickly grabbed my hand and asked if I was okay, looking genuinely worried. She said we should go to the infirmary right away, and she'd go with me. I said it wasn't serious, but she insisted, "You got hurt because of me." I was practically dragged to the infirmary, and you could see how touched she was! After disinfecting my hand, she gave me some anti-inflammatory medicine and a plaster. She then took me back to my dorm and bought me lots of delicious food from the service center. At that moment, I felt a strange sense of relief – being injured felt good! She even fed me some eight-treasure porridge because my hand hurt. This girl seemed quite considerate; I thought my chance had come. That evening, she went back to do some laundry, then bought me food from the cafeteria and brought it to me. I was sleeping in my dorm; everyone else was at evening study hall. She had even taken leave to go, which made me feel a little guilty. But I thought this girl was alright; she wasn't so fickle. When she insisted on feeding me fried rice with a spoon, I looked at her tenderly. As I ate the fried rice she gave me, she seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Eat quickly, why are you looking at me like that?" I said, "Because you're pretty." She said, "Go away, don't tease me." This should have been the perfect time to confess, so I grabbed her hand holding the spoon with my left hand and said, "I've fallen for you. Will you be my girlfriend? I can't live without you!" She didn't say anything, seemingly taken aback. She put the spoon and lunchbox on the table and said, "Actually, I like you too, especially since you got hurt because of me. But don't you think things are moving too fast? We've only known each other for a week!" I even thought she was being a little hypocritical when she said that. Never mind, maybe she's not a bad person at heart. I said, "This must be love at first sight. I can't stop thinking about you. You're already in my life, and I can't get rid of you." Before she could reply, I grabbed her with my left hand and kissed her. She resisted a little, but my strong left hand held her firmly. I slowly pried open her mouth with my tongue. She initially kept it tightly closed, then I gently pinched her breast. She let out a soft "Ah," and my tongue easily slipped out. After that, she cooperated with me. We kissed like that for a while, then she said her hand needed rest, got up, said she'd come see me tomorrow, and left in a hurry! Sigh... it's a pity my hand is injured; one hand isn't convenient. Otherwise, I could have vented properly tonight! I'll find another opportunity and take good care of my hand! At this moment, she sent me a message: "Go to sleep early. Let's both think it over tonight and then decide whether to accept each other!" Hehe, that's 90% successful. Go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow! Two days later, my hand finally healed, so I decided to ask her out. It was the weekend, and I said, "Let's go out!" She said, "Okay!" So I took her to the botanical garden, Wangfujing, and Xidan. Goodness, I was exhausted! She seemed really happy. I bought her a dress, and she gave me a pair of shoes. It was quite late when we got back, so we ate something near the school gate and then I took her back to her dorm. But her dorm was locked! Haha, thank goodness! She was very anxious and asked me what to do. I suggested a guesthouse, but she said that wouldn't be a good idea. I said, "How about I take you there and then I'll go back?" She said, "Okay!" So we got a room nearby, and she went to take a shower. Could I leave at that point? Unless I was crazy, I'd feel bad for the people reading this! When she came out, I said, "Let me take a shower too." I was all sweaty, and then we went back to my dorm. She said, "Okay!" "Thank you for your hard work~~~" I quickly took a shower, and when I came out, she was still drying her hair. I took a closer look at this woman; she was wrapped in a bath towel, her hair still smelled fragrant, and she had a beautiful, rosy face. My penis was getting a little restless, so I walked up to her, looked at her, and said, "You're really beautiful." She seemed to smile shyly. At this moment, I couldn't resist anymore and kissed her lips directly, pressing her down on the bed. Hmm, my hands are really good! She tried to speak, but my mouth covered her mouth. While I was kissing her, my hand slipped inside the bath towel. She still made an "ah" sound and said "no" very unclearly, but I couldn't seem to hear her because her mouth was covered, and she couldn't say anything else. Then I slowly caressed her soft breasts. To be honest, they weren't very big, but they felt very comfortable to touch. Gradually, my hand moved over her upper body. By this time, she was breathing rapidly and moaning involuntarily. I thought it was time, so I moved my mouth to her ear, the most sensitive area for a woman. Then, with one hand, I untied her towel and slowly sucked on her sensitive area. She moaned, panting heavily, and tilted her head back, but said no! Hehe, women are really interesting! Slowly, I untied her towel, and my mouth moved to her breasts. Her skin was very fair, without any excess fat. As I sucked, my other hand drew circles on her nipples. By this time, she was already aroused, moving her body up and down, twisting, moaning, her face flushed. I continued to tease her, but my hand went to take off her panties. At this moment, she suddenly grabbed my hand and cried, "No!" I didn't care anymore.

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