This wasn't the first time.

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-23

In 1996, I arrived at Zhongnan University of Economics and Law in Wuhan. The university was located in Yue Ma Chang, the most bustling area of Wuchang, only a few hundred meters from the Memorial Hall of the Xinhai Revolution. The university had a decent stadium, where the National University Games were held that year.

University life was incredibly boring; studying required almost no effort, and we spent our excess energy venting on the football field.

Although I hadn't received any professional football training, I had been involved in football early on. Back in the military compound, I often played with soldiers, developing some basic skills. One of my roommates, Xiao Jian, was a big guy from the countryside, a nice, helpful, and hardworking person. Once, he even unclogged the toilet with his bare hands. Why am I introducing him? Well, this guy later became a good friend of mine, and changed drastically after graduation, becoming a complete "lecher."

In the autumn of my first semester, our school played a football league, and I became a key player on my department team, defeating the second-place team in the entire school. I even scored a super long-range goal from 30 meters away—hehe, just a fluke! The day after the competition, Xiao Jian gave me a letter, saying a girl in the cafeteria asked him to give it to me, but he didn't know her. I looked at it; the handwriting was neat, and it was signed "Wen." Wen was a sophomore in the International Trade department, a year ahead of me, but the same age as me—girls probably start school earlier. The first letter Xiao Jian gave me was from Wen. She said she saw me playing soccer on the field and even scored a long-range shot, and wanted to get to know me, asking me to meet her at 8 pm in front of the library.

When I received the letter, Xiao Jian was grinning sheepishly. I thought, "This guy and his buddies are probably just playing a trick on me. If I go, a dozen of them will jump out from behind the trees as witnesses, and my romantic encounter story will be all over the department the next day."

No way, I'm not falling for it. But the next day, when Xiao Jian and I were eating in the cafeteria, Wen actually appeared in front of us, questioning Xiao Jian about why he hadn't given me the letter. It was true! I was stunned. I rushed over to help Xiao Jian out, saying it was all my fault. I thought my buddies were just joking and didn't take it seriously. We arranged to meet at Ziyang Park that evening.

Wen wasn't tall, had short hair, spoke quickly, and was quite pretty with fair skin. That evening, we walked, chatted, and climbed the artificial hill on the school's grass. She really liked me playing soccer; every afternoon when I played, she would watch from the sidelines and wait for me to go out to eat together. My roommates all said I was having a lucky streak with women.

About a week later, one evening after dinner, we went to our usual spot on campus, continued chatting and walking along the lake, eventually entering a grove of trees. There was a tree that was growing very crookedly, just enough for one person to lean against. I suddenly grabbed Wen, and she, clearly prepared, wrapped her arms around me even tighter. We started kissing. Although I had been intimate before, I wasn't an expert at kissing; I only knew how to do lip-to-lip sucking. But Wen was consciously leading me in a "French kiss." I'm not stupid; after a few rounds, I basically mastered the technique. My tongue was smooth and agile, no wonder she spoke so quickly.

Wen leaned against the slanted tree trunk, and I half-pressed down on her, our kisses becoming increasingly passionate. Wen's breathing was rapid, her chest rising and falling. I boldly opened her blouse and kissed her cleavage. I hadn't expected Wen, who was so petite, to have such large, soft breasts; Dan couldn't compare. Her hands were also vigorously caressing my body. I could feel Wen's warmth. Autumn in Wuhan is particularly long; you can still wear summer clothes in late October. Wen was wearing a skirt that day, and I reached up her thighs from under the skirt, all the way to her underwear. Wen actually reached into my pants and touched my penis. I couldn't resist. I pulled down her underwear, lifted her skirt, and spread one of her legs. The slanted tree trunk was perfect for Wen to lean against. I was wearing sweatpants at the time, and when I pulled down one leg, my penis stood erect.

I still didn't instruct her on how to insert it. Wen guided my penis between her legs with her hand, and I thrust in comfortably, feeling a tingling sensation—not ejaculation, but the tingling sensation of entering a vagina for the first time. Although the pleasure wasn't as intense as ejaculation, the primal, instinctive sense of accomplishment and speed was indescribable.

After a few thrusts, I quickly grasped the essentials of the thrusting motion. Wen cried out excitedly. Although it was nighttime and there were few people in the campus woods, I was still a little worried that someone might hear, so I kissed her. Firstly, kissing while thrusting was quite pleasant, and secondly, it would prevent Wen from crying out so loudly. And so, I thrust until I ejaculated. I had completed my first full sexual experience.

Since my first time with Wen, we had started making love like crazy. Wen was from Wuhan and lived in Qingshan District. We tried to have sex almost every day, and if I went to her house, we would do it several times a day.

Wen's sex drive was very high, even higher than mine, and she almost always initiated it. We tried all sorts of positions, some really difficult, even trying oral sex like the 69 position from porn. She even suggested anal sex once, but we gave up halfway through because it hurt her so much. At first, I was excited, but after a while, I couldn't take it anymore. But Wen persisted. One night, on the school sports field bleachers, she actually offered to give me oral sex. Even though it was night, I was still worried, as there were students jogging on the track nearby.

About six months later, I started avoiding Wen. First, I couldn't handle her high sex drive. Second, our passion had cooled down. Wen had shown considerable experience during our first time, so she definitely wasn't a virgin. I didn't want to know about her past, but being raised with traditional values, I couldn't accept that my girlfriend had been with other men.

After I refused to have sex with Wen one time, we had a huge fight. I broke up with her, saying she wasn't a virgin before me. Wen promised she only loved me and would respect my wishes in the future, but I cruelly rejected her. Wen cried bitterly, begging me to change my mind, but I left her without looking back.

My heart was breaking. If Wen hadn't been so resilient, if she had given me her virginity, I really would have married her.

[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/123968.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=123968&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : [Brother-in-law's Glory] 43 I Have a Boyfriend (Part 2)

Next Page : School Sports Meet

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

This wasn't the first time.

comment Open a new window to view comments