Girls in heat are often naive.

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School life might be exciting and novel for others, but for me, it often meant hiding in a corner and crying, even crying under the covers at night, because my mother still ignored me when I went home for holidays. Every time, I had to say goodbye to my parents with tears in my eyes before going to school.

One day in my sophomore year, my roommate was going to meet her classmate and wanted me to come. I thought it wouldn't hurt, so I went with her. It was a male classmate. On the bus, I saw a boy standing at the platform looking around. Maybe it was him. When we got off the bus, it was indeed him. He was quite handsome. When he led us across the street, he stretched out his arm, very close to me. I smelled a particularly attractive scent emanating from this mature man. Actually, it might just be a masculine scent, since I'm a mature woman now, and I'm particularly sensitive to this kind of masculine scent. His

name was Tengchong. He showed us around his school, and later he chatted with his friends while I went for a walk by myself.

My mind was filled with thoughts of this man, and I would occasionally look at him from afar. We went back after lunch, but I couldn't forget him. I even thought about him when I went to sleep at night. But I was so shy that even though I liked him a little, I wouldn't take the initiative to contact him. I just let it go. Sometimes when I was sleeping, I would put my hand on my breast and imagine his hand, so warm.

A few days later, he called his dorm and chatted with his friends for a while. His friends asked him if he wanted to talk to me. I was so nervous. What if he refused? I longed to talk to him. In the end, we really did chat for a while. He said he wanted to be pen pals and exchange letters. We exchanged many letters, and eventually we became a couple. On

our first date, we walked side by side on the street in silence. When we were crossing the street, he took my hand. I was so nervous. It was the first time a man had held my hand so tightly. My heart was pounding.

After we crossed the street, he let go of my hand, and I felt a little disappointed. When we crossed another intersection, he took my hand again, and this time he didn't let go. Our palms were sweaty, but neither of us wanted to let go, so we held hands for a long time. Our first date took all day, and I felt a sense of happiness and security. I thought, "This is my man," because in my mind, having a boyfriend meant marriage—how silly of me.

Our second date was to a place further away, requiring a bus ride, and it was summer. I wore a fitted t-shirt, and because my breasts had developed quickly, they were particularly noticeable. There were no seats on the bus, so we stood there. The bus swayed, and I was a little unsteady. Suddenly, he placed his hand on my waist, right at the narrowest part of my side. Such a gentle, warm hand. It was the first time a man had held my waist like that; my mind went blank, and I leaned against him. My body was trembling; he must have felt it. The shyness and nervousness of being touched by a stranger I'd only met a few times was indescribable. My body changed; my legs tightened slightly, and I felt a liquid flowing from my lower body. How could this be?

We got off the bus, and on the road, he placed his hand on my waist again. I clung tightly to him, walking in his arms, speechless, only nervous. It felt so good to be held like this. This man, now, was my support.

One evening, we were walking in the woods on campus when he suddenly stopped. I looked at him, and he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, so tightly that my breasts were pressed against his chest. My

large breasts must have been squeezed out of shape. I trembled all over, a strong sensation emanating from my breasts. His genitals suddenly pressed against me, something hard pressing between our genitals. I knew it was his penis, an erect penis. My whole body went numb, trembling uncontrollably as if electrocuted, panting. I couldn't stand anymore, collapsing into his arms, a large amount of fluid flowing from my genitals. It was the first time we had embraced like this, and he was feeling my breasts. He must have been enjoying the feeling of my breasts and his penis pressing against me. I stayed in his arms for a long time, feeling so good. I think I must have had an orgasm, that exciting feeling of being possessed by a strange man.

Back in my dorm, I went to the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled down my underwear. Oh my god, it was completely soaked; the sticky liquid glistened on my underwear. I touched my genitals; the muddy mess made me unable to believe it was me, just from being held tightly in a man's arms.

After that, our hugs became commonplace. Over time, the feeling wasn't as intense as the first time, but it was warm and blissful. Love is truly wonderful.

One Sunday morning, I was nestled in his arms reading a book. He asked me to turn around and then suddenly tried to kiss me. I instinctively dodged, but he didn't succeed. I was shy, knowing he was going to kiss me, and I lowered my head in embarrassment. Slowly, he put his arm around my shoulders, and his lips moved closer. This time I didn't dodge; I knew other couples would kiss. Our lips met. I clung to him tightly, my heart pounding. He kissed my lips repeatedly. Inexperienced, I let his wet lips kiss me relentlessly. My heart raced; his lips were so soft. His hands caressed my back. His hands slid down to my waist, then to my buttocks. I was lying on my side in his arms, so my buttocks were completely exposed. He stroked my buttocks, gently caressing them. Even through my pants, they were sensitive buttocks I'd never been touched by a man before. Occasionally, his hand would touch my anus. Pleasure spread from my buttocks throughout my body. My vagina tightened, and fluid slowly seeped out. My buttocks writhed in his hands. He knew he had succeeded. He continued to caress my buttocks, my anus. I knew the fluid was soaking my underwear. He kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth, swirling around mine. It felt so good. I couldn't breathe, and soft moans escaped my lips between our kisses. He quickened his movements, pressing his fingers against my anus. I writhed, unable to bear it any longer. My vagina was leaking fluid, clenching even tighter, my legs rubbing against each other. I didn't care if anyone was around; I didn't care anymore. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Suddenly, his other hand grabbed one of my breasts and began to knead it. My moans intensified. My anus and breasts were being violated by this man I'd barely known, waves of pleasure washing over me. What was happening? Ahhhhhhh! My vagina tightened, an invisible pleasure gathering there. Ah… ah, my body stiffened, the pleasure that had gathered in my vagina was suddenly released throughout my body. It felt like a gush of fluid was being released from my vagina. I climaxed, collapsing limply into his arms. I buried my head in his chest, breathing heavily. I felt so ashamed. I'm an introverted and conservative girl; how could I have acted like this, so wanton under a man's touch, even reaching orgasm? I didn't dare look at him. What would he think of me? Would he think I was a slut? But I'm still a virgin.

My body was limp and I couldn't move. He was gently stroking my hair. Anyway, it's already like this, so be it. After a long time, I came to my senses. I suggested going back to my dorm. When I got up, I realized that the crotch of my tight jeans was soaked. What a lewd scene! He must have seen it. But there was nothing I could do. I could only lower my head, stagger, and push him away as I went back to my dorm. Then I changed my clothes and took a shower, washing my genitals. But my genitals were so sensitive after the orgasm; every touch made my whole body go limp.

A few days passed like this. I missed him so much. I called him, and he said he missed me, so we met again. The moment we met, I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tightly. We kissed, kissed endlessly, trying to capture all the longing of the past few days on our lips, our tongues swirling together. My breasts rubbed against his chest, seeking pleasure, and I felt his erect penis pressing against me, my juices flowing again.

For the next few months, we dated constantly, kissing, hugging, caressing. In this space, it was just the two of us; you were mine.

[The End]

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