High school memories

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It was spring of 2001. I was a senior in high school, with the college entrance exam just a few months away. As the school's sports minister, I was responsible for broadcasting the athletes' march to assemble the students during recess and playing calisthenics tapes. Therefore, I was allowed to sleep in the school's broadcasting room. It was a separate building on one side of the school's playground, connected to the main stage. In front was the open playground, to the left was the high school building, to the right was the junior high building, and behind was an open space between the two buildings and a road on one side of the space. So, during breaks, especially at night, the broadcasting room was very quiet. This was perfect for someone like me who loved freedom. I didn't have to worry about being caught smoking by the teachers checking the dorms, or about not being able to read novels after lights out. Plus, I had a 1.5-meter bed all to myself, so I could roll over however I wanted, and I could use the broadcasting equipment to play music and have a drink. And of course, there was dating. Although I've read some erotic novels and articles, such as Jia Pingwa's *Ruined Capital* and *Remembering the Wolf*, and occasionally read Huang Yi's books, I have a certain understanding of women. Sometimes, when I read something particularly exciting, I'd even take care of myself. Until one day, four people came to see me. They were my neighbors and brothers from my rural hometown: two older boys I called "brother," one younger boy I called "little brother," and a little girl a few years younger than me, probably around 15. We rarely interacted; our houses were only a few buildings apart. The "brother" said they wanted to go to Guangdong to work but didn't have the travel expenses and asked if I could help. I asked how much they needed, and they said two hundred. At that time, my monthly living expenses were only about three hundred yuan, and it was never enough. If I gave them two hundred, I'd be starving. So I treated them to a meal first, and then took my pager to a pawnshop with them. The pawnshop refused, saying they'd only give me 10 yuan at most. I'd only just received the phone after a year of installment payments on my home landline, and I hadn't even finished paying it off yet. 10 yuan was too little, so I didn't pawn it. Then I went with them to the county hospital to sell blood. The doctor glanced at us, thought for a moment, and said they didn't buy blood anymore; it was all voluntary blood donation. We were in despair. I gave them 50 yuan and told them to figure out their own way. They discussed it and said they'd leave the girl with me for the time being while the three of them went out to find money elsewhere. I thought I could arrange for her to sleep in the broadcasting room, so I agreed. We spent the whole morning like this. After seeing the three of them off, I took the girl to the broadcasting room. I tidied it up a bit, arranged for her to rest there, and then went to class. I don't remember the afternoon's classes very clearly because only our senior year classes started early, so the school was very quiet, but my mind was anything but quiet. I kept spacing out, not really thinking about anything, just constantly drifting off. That's how I finished my three afternoon classes. After class, I went to eat with some friends. After lunch, instead of hanging out with them, I bought takeout and a bottle of water and brought it to the girl (Xiao Dong) in the broadcasting room. I didn't use my key because I told her to lock it from the inside, not to make a sound, and not to answer if anyone knocked. Only the teacher and I had the key, and the teacher never brought it here, as she had given it to me. I knocked lightly, but there was no response. I knocked again, still no answer. I said softly, "Xiao Dong, it's me. I brought you food and water." Hearing my voice, I quickly heard someone get out of bed, put on her shoes, and come over to open the door. She had obviously been sleeping that afternoon. Her eyes still looked a little tired. Xiao Dong smiled when she saw me. I went inside and locked the door again. Because it wasn't very dark yet, and the room wasn't dim even without the lights on, I didn't turn them on either. I put the takeout and water on the table and said, "This is for you, eat quickly." She sat on the edge of the bed, without moving, so I sat down too. I didn't know what to say. I sat there for half a minute, then glanced at her. She had her head down. I touched her hand, but she didn't move. I put my arms around her from behind her shoulders, pulled her back, and we were both on the bed. I straightened her body and started to undress her, my breathing quickening. She didn't resist at all and cooperated with my movements. I took off her top first, but before I could even touch her breasts, or even notice what they looked like or how big they were, I started to take off her pants. After removing her pants, I reached for her underwear. When I opened her underwear, I smelled a peculiar scent, one I had never smelled before. I didn't care what it was. I lay down on top of her, embracing her naked body. I quickly realized I hadn't taken off my clothes yet, so I unzipped my pants and pushed them down, still lying on top of her. I pushed my pants down to my knees and let my already rock-hard, almost bursting penis find a place to penetrate. It tried several times, but couldn't find a spot. I didn't even use my hands to search; I don't even remember what my hands were doing at the time. Soon, I felt someone else's hand grab my penis, guiding it. I arched my back, constantly probing forward, until finally, I found a spot. With a thrust, my penis went in. My whole body was incredibly hot. I instinctively thrust twice, and felt a wave of pleasure spread from my penis. I ejaculated. Later, I learned that virgins usually ejaculate very quickly the first time, some even before penetration. After ejaculating, I didn't feel any weakness and continued thrusting instinctively. Xiao Dong, whom I was pressing down on, moaned softly. Later, I overheard her back home; she had already slept with several boys in the melon field. All I knew was that something inside me was surging out, and I could only release it through thrusting. So I completely ignored the little girl's reaction and just kept thrusting into her. She was more experienced than me, and slowly spread her legs as wide as possible, lifting them up, and finally resting her feet on my waist, so we could be together properly. At this point, there was an indescribable smell in the room, growing stronger and stronger, but I ignored it and just kept thrusting. I don't know how long I held that position, but I felt increasingly hot, and finally I felt like I couldn't breathe again. That feeling was similar to what I felt while masturbating, but ten times stronger. I thrust so hard that it made a loud thud, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the creaking of the bed. I held my breath, thrusting with all my might, as if I wanted to break the girl beneath me, pushing as deep as I could. Perhaps Xiao Dong sensed my change; she wrapped her arms around my back, holding me tightly. I finally couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a soft growl as I pushed my penis to its deepest point, letting my semen gush out. I gently moved my penis in and out, waves of pleasure washing over me with each friction, until I was exhausted. I lay on top of Xiao Dong, my penis still inside her, without a word or a sound. After a minute or two, I pulled out, rolled off her, and lay on my back to her left. I still didn't speak, and neither did she. After about half a minute, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt a small breast, just big enough to grasp with one hand, but it was hard, unlike the descriptions in books of it being soft like cotton or filled with milk. I touched it a few times, then took my hand away. After lying there for two minutes, it was getting quite dark outside. I sat up, got out of bed, pulled up my pants, and straightened my clothes. Xiao Dong started to sit up, reaching for her clothes and putting them on. I finished dressing and said, "The food's getting cold, hurry up and eat. I have to go to class. You'll sleep here tonight. Go to sleep after you eat. Try not to turn on the lights. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning." She didn't say anything, just sat on the edge of the bed with her head down, just like before. I opened the door. Because it was already quite dark outside, I looked left and right first. No one was there. I took the doorknob, closed it, and after a few steps, heard the door lock. The air outside felt incredibly fresh at that moment. Near the end of evening self-study, my brother and his friends came in. They found me in the classroom, and we went back to the broadcasting room. They said they were leaving that night to go somewhere else. I asked if they had eaten, and they said they had. I said I had also bought food for Xiao Dong. They said they had come to pick her up. I said okay, and that they should be careful. And just like that, Xiao Dong left with them, without saying a word to me. I don't even know if she looked at me before she left. I saw them off. When I arrived at the broadcasting room, I noticed a really strong smell inside, and it lingered for over a week. I don't know if the others noticed the smell that night, or if they were simply too preoccupied to think about it, but they never mentioned it again when we met later. A year or two later, I ran into Xiaodong once during Chinese New Year at home. We bumped into each other on the street.She called me "brother," and in our area, younger children are called "brother" or "sister." I was with my mother at the time, so I answered and went over. I haven't seen her since. This was my first time having sex. There were a few more times after that, like with my younger brother's girlfriend, the most beautiful girls in two companies I worked for, and a neighbor's sister. Until I met my wife, I haven't had any similar experiences except for the occasional sauna visit. The author writes very realistically, and the action descriptions are very well done. It would be better if it were longer. The writing is okay, but the formatting is poor; it's tiring to read, my eyes hurt. The formatting is a bit messy, making it uncomfortable to read. The author writes very realistically, and the action descriptions are very well done. It would be better if it were longer. The formatting is indeed messy, but the writing is okay, quite realistic, just a little short. It's interesting; the writing is quite exciting and immersive, but what does this girl do? She's very naive, and it realistically reflects a teenager's sexual awakening story. My eyes are getting tired from all this formatting! So many youthful memories! Another sweet memory! I'll just keep this deep in my heart. I'll just take it out occasionally and think about it.

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