Losing virginity in a drifting bottle

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A few years ago, when I was in college, I went through a period of unhappiness. I moved out of my dorm and rented an apartment on my own. I was in a state of loneliness and longing. At that time, I had just started using WeChat's stranger feature and would shake my phone or collect messages in bottles when I was bored.
One night, I found a bottle. I've forgotten exactly what it said, but I remember it was something particularly sad. I was incredibly bored, and I sensed that something was off about her. So, we started chatting, albeit casually. I talked about many of my life's troubles and unhappiness, and also shared my past experiences. We gradually broadened the conversation. We added each other as friends and looked at each other's photos. She was the type who looked especially beautiful with makeup, and while she wasn't as stunning without makeup, she was still quite nice and pleasing to the eye. She had a great figure, not too fat, but with a D-cup bust. She had a sweet smile.
Later, for some reason, we started calling each other very intimately. At that time, I had no experience with very close physical contact with girls, and even just calling each other "wife" or "husband" would give me a strong sense of excitement. Finally, one day I couldn't resist anymore. I found a free time, bought a train ticket, and went to her city.
I arrived in the morning; she had classes during the day, so I wandered around the surrounding attractions by myself. That evening, I booked a room at a 7 Days Inn and waited for her.
I don't know what we were thinking at that time, either of us. We were complete strangers, had only chatted online, and yet we'd gotten to this point, completely unsuspecting of each other. I did think about whether there was any danger, but I felt that our feelings were genuine, and she wouldn't be a scammer.
So that night, I told her the hotel address and waited for her at the hotel entrance. To be honest, it was a little awkward when we first met. First, we'd never met in real life, and second, our first meeting was at a hotel. I don't remember what we talked about, but I took her to the hotel room. I only remember holding her little hand the whole way, already feeling a little excited. It
must have been quite late by then, so after we went into the room and exchanged a few words, she went to take a shower. As she closed the bathroom door, she told me not to peek. I said I wouldn't. But outside, I was having all sorts of fantasies.
When she came out, she had hung up all the clothes she had taken off earlier and was only wearing a bath towel. She was clearly shy under the eager gazes, but nothing happened. At her suggestion, we started playing cards. I said, "Okay, whoever loses a round gets a punishment and has to fulfill the other's request." She said okay.
We started playing. I won the first round, and I got to kiss her. It felt sweet and wonderful, and I got hard. We continued playing, and I lost once. I said, "How about you kiss me this time?" She said, "No way, kissing you would just be you getting the better deal." So she took a girl's makeup brush or something and drew on my arm, saying it was easy to wash off. I lost again the third time, and she drew on my arm again.
I won the fourth round, and I said I wanted to touch her breasts. I felt like a hungry wolf pouncing on her. Ignoring her shyness, I ripped the bath towel off her. I cupped her breasts in my hands, and did something I'd always wanted to do but never had: I buried my head between her breasts and blew air into them. I watched her shyly suppress a moan. I didn't rush in; I savored it slowly, caressing her entire body and gently nibbling her earlobe. She asked me, "Is this really your first time? Why are you so skilled?" I replied, "Even though I've never done it before, I've watched some sex tutorials."
As I touched her, I occasionally licked her with my tongue. One of my favorite techniques is not to directly invade her private parts, but to invade little by little, sometimes forcefully, and most importantly, to create a sense of pressure. Instead of touching her breasts directly, I would nibble on her earlobe while starting from her waist and back, circling her breasts, then grasping them firmly but gently, licking the area around them with my tongue, and finally taking her nipple into my mouth, circling it, and then quickly licking it down. I did the same with her legs, starting from her ankles and moving upwards little by little, sometimes licking with my tongue. Little by little, I invaded her inner thighs.
But for a moment, she probably thought I was going to give her oral sex, and she hurriedly stopped me. Actually, I hadn't planned to give her oral sex, but I don't know why she doesn't like others giving her oral sex.
I felt the foreplay was enough, so I took out a condom to use. Unexpectedly, she said it wasn't necessary, and she would take emergency contraception. But I insisted on using a condom, honestly, because I was afraid something might happen, and I also felt that taking the pill was bad for my health.
I was on top, and she was on the bottom. The embarrassing thing was that, since it was the first time, I didn't adjust the position immediately, and I only managed to get in with her help. I had seen various positions in adult videos before, but when I did it myself, I realized that, probably because it was the first time, just maintaining the position was difficult. With my hands supporting me from below, I couldn't touch her breasts at the same time.
My whole body was filled with the excitement of sex, listening to her slightly shy, slightly restrained but incredibly beautiful moans. I felt incredibly excited after a while, but I didn't want to ejaculate immediately, so I changed positions. This time, I had her kneel down, and I entered from behind.
Although I needed to adjust the direction to get in at first, as I wasn't very skilled, I discovered that this position allowed for deeper penetration. Especially with each slightly forceful entry, she would moan even louder. Adjusting the position slightly allowed me to touch her breasts while doing it.
Because I had never done this before, I was a little worried beforehand, especially afraid that I wouldn't last long enough to satisfy her. In the end, I found that I lasted about half an hour before finally ejaculating. I think the level of confidence of a virgin and a man who has been a virgin is completely different.
Epilogue:
I've rambled on a lot.
That night I wanted to do it a second time, but she stopped me. We chatted until late at night until we fell asleep. I wanted to do it again in the morning, but she didn't wake up. When she did, she didn't seem particularly willing, saying that if we did it in the morning, she would be too tired for class. So I didn't force her to continue.
Later, I had to leave the next day. We kept in touch for half a month before she broke up with me. We lost contact. A strange beginning, a strange end. All I remember is that night I lost my virginity…
[The End]

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