My first kiss in my memory

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I hadn't
felt this waiting in so long, with 　　 her lying in my arms . I wondered if she felt the same growing excitement I was feeling. I still remembered that embrace downstairs , the tenderness of not wanting to let go. We had once concluded that because we were young , we easily ran away from relationships. That day, we took that step. I looked at her, listened to her speak, and we laughed. At night , she held my hand even in my dreams. She didn't have a beautiful figure , but I felt a sense of peace I'd never felt before. Leaning against her, warmth washed over me. Ten or twenty years — was that a promise? She said she couldn't rely on me like others. I said I understood, I was used to being alone. Love, at that moment, became a verb. Holding her in my heart was enough. The quiet night, so quiet, and I thought of her again, accompanied by a pang of heartache, my thoughts drifting back to years ago. She gave me my first heartbeat, my first exhilarating feeling, my first sweet feeling, and my first heartache. I've never regretted meeting her, not just for that first kiss, the first touch, the first breakthrough, the first lovemaking, the first... Innocent and naive in our youth, young hearts are always filled with a touch of impulsiveness and a hint of purity. Love back then was pure, untainted by any taint of color, a memory that floods back in the quiet of the night. Each warm moment fills my heart with sweetness. High school, besides studying, was mostly about puppy love; almost everyone who's been through high school knows this all too well. I attended a county-level ordinary high school. No matter how strict the school, overt or covert puppy love might be punished as a warning to others, but it's impossible for a school to completely eradicate it. There were many couples in my class. Back then, quite a few were in relationships. The riverbank not far from school was lined with weeping willows and various flowers, providing ample opportunity for these young lovers. But most couples only dared to hold hands and kiss; very few dared to have sex. Entering my senior year of high school, facing the imminent college entrance exam, the atmosphere became noticeably more tense than ever before. Everyone was seizing every moment to study, but I remained the same as before, attending classes at a leisurely pace and playing around carefree… My relaxed approach to learning and unrestrained play contrasted sharply with the tense atmosphere of my classmates. Everyone was studying diligently; no one was as lazy as me, but I didn't care. I continued to do as I pleased, sleeping in class and reading essays and novels after class. I've always been someone who knows how to enjoy life, indifferent to everything around me. As a result, I barely spoke to my deskmate, Mei, for almost a semester… and I didn't really know her… Mei was my deskmate when I first entered my senior year. I don't know what possessed the homeroom teacher, but they arranged for a girl who was only a little over 1.5 meters tall to sit in the front row, right below the podium, and I sat next to her. To me, this didn't really matter. We were just classmates, and someone her height wasn't my type at all. She wasn't very talkative, and we didn't talk much. I didn't know her very well, so over time, I probably overlooked this girl next to me. My impression of her was still from when we were assigned to the same class and became deskmates. I only remember that she was short, thin, wore big glasses, had short hair that reached her ears, liked to wear white t-shirts, and was a tomboy... as unfashionable as could be... That was my initial impression. This impression changed one day during winter break of my senior year when I was taking extra classes... One day, I was sleeping soundly at my desk during class, and for some reason, I suddenly woke up. When I woke up, my elbow accidentally touched something soft. My head was still on the desk, and I hadn't reacted yet, but the touch of my elbow felt very comfortable. I subconsciously nudged forward a few times, and after a few nudger movements, I suddenly realized what it was. Although I hadn't eaten pork, I had seen pigs run... The erotic novels I read every day made me more mature than my peers. I suddenly looked up and saw Mei's face flushed red. Her head was lowered so low it was almost touching the desk, and her hands were crossed on the desk. At that moment, I wasn't feeling shy, but rather staring at the girl sitting next to me. I stared at her intently, taking a closer look. And what I saw really made my eyes light up. Where was this girl who used to be, so rustic and unsophisticated? Now, Mei had a head of smooth, slightly blonde hair, shoulder-length, incredibly soft, with bangs that reached her eyebrows, making her look even more youthful. She had big eyes, long eyelashes that fluttered... and silver-rimmed glasses perched on her high nose bridge, making her look more like a Lolita in a school uniform from an erotic novel. Her cherry-like lips were tightly closed, although her teeth weren't very straight. Perhaps because of my touch, Mei seemed unusually nervous; her tightly closed lips trembled occasionally. The bulging flesh I had just touched rose and fell with her rapid breathing, instantly causing a high tent to pitch between my legs… In the tense study life, time is like an eel in a ditch—it slips away if you can't catch it. Soon it would be Chinese New Year. To be honest, I had absolutely no interest in this damn holiday. But I'm really a mischievous person. I made a paper bag out of a large sheet of thin draft paper, then got an ice pop bag from the cafeteria, filled it halfway with tap water, tied it tightly, put it inside the paper bag, and sealed it securely with tape. I wrote a large note on the outside: "Please tear it open forcefully in the dark; there will be a surprise!" During the break between evening self-study sessions that afternoon, I tapped Mei on the back and said, "Mei, here's a holiday present for you!" She looked at me suspiciously, then smiled and accepted it. A little while later, I saw her walk out of the classroom with the gift I gave her. Soon, she came in from outside, head down. After sitting down, she straightened her clothes, then turned around, her face flushed with shyness, and said, "You got me all wet!" I looked at her and smiled mischievously, like a fool. I really don't understand how I could have come up with such a stupid idea. She seemed a little shy, her back to me, and whispered, "Why were you like that just now..." I pretended not to understand and teased her, "How were you?" Haha, it's funny to think about it now. She became even more shy and turned to leave. I gently pulled her to stop her, but I didn't expect to pull too hard and drag her into my arms. Her face turned completely red, and her white neck also turned red. I also seemed flustered and realized my mistake. It was the first time I had held her so intimately, so close to her full breasts, so close that my nose could brush against them. My breathing quickened; I couldn't take it anymore. My masculine instincts, the wolf's blood flowing through my veins, were boiling. I really wanted to kiss her fiercely, but in the end, I didn't dare. She kept her head down and asked, "Can you put me down now?" "Oh, sure." I put her down. What I didn't expect was that this prank suddenly brought us closer.

And so began the days of exchanging notes. Before long, Meizi and I became very close, and everyone in our class thought we were dating. I knew the truth, but I just went along with it and didn't deny it. Then we started dating. One day, after evening self-study, we walked out of the classroom together. Suddenly, I grabbed her hand. She flinched, but didn't pull away completely, and finally gave in. That was my way of confessing. She obediently complied with me, almost woodenly. And then, in the stillness, time seemed to stand still. I absentmindedly flicked the roadside grass with a twig in my hand, and "smack!" she suddenly turned around, startling me, and pressed her cherry-like lips against mine. Soft and sweet, although our actions were very clumsy, they were incredibly tender, so tender that my head spun and my body felt light. I could feel her silently enjoying it, though she seemed quite reserved at the time. My first kiss was nerve-wracking. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder and brought my lips close. She smiled, trying to pull away, but only turned her head slightly, showing a moment of shyness… At first, it was just a light brush of lips, slowly touching hers again and again, until our lips were pressed tightly together. Our heads twisted and turned, our tongues intertwined. My hands moved from her shoulder to her waist, holding her tightly. Her saliva was tasteless, slippery, and I passionately sucked on her tongue, as if trying to drain her dry. Breathing didn't matter anymore; it was so exhilarating.

Then we kissed (her first kiss!). And just like that, our first kiss became eternal, right there on the edge of the playground… We said goodnight and sweet dreams, and that's how our first kiss ended so abruptly. I even teased her then, calling her a "little blockhead," saying she had no sense of romance or chemistry. In the days that followed, the most intoxicating thing was touching her sexy little bottom, her head, and my hands; I rarely even touched her breasts. (Back then, I was a student, immature, and things didn't develop too quickly.)

But no matter how much time passes, my feelings for her will never fade. They were innocent and sweet, and have remained so to this day. Her smile, her singing voice, are the best keepsakes for me, especially that first kiss.

I still remember the lyrics: "I kissed your lips with deep affection, but I couldn't stop your tears..." At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world. In countless days, I have never forgotten her, and that first kiss is just as unforgettable.
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