Remembering my ex-girlfriend Xin'er

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After graduating from high school, I chose to continue my studies at university, while my ex-girlfriend Xin'er chose to work. Our relationship ended because of our different choices.

Even now, I'm not sure if it was love or just the hazy feelings of adolescence for the opposite sex. She was a transfer student who came to our class. Since we lived close by, we naturally went from classmates to good friends, and finally, over one summer, we became lovers.

The beginning of this relationship was quite dramatic and legendary. At that time, the school was building a new teaching building, and our dormitory was moved to a residential house outside the school. A few of us skipped classes and spent our free time in the dormitory, watching DVDs or playing cards.

Time passed slowly like this. One day, she came to my dormitory alone, bringing a lot of fruit. We chatted casually while watching DVDs.

When she went to the bathroom, she came out and said to me, "You're so lazy, you haven't even washed all those underwear and socks."

I laughed and replied, "Men are all like that, why don't you wash them for me?"

To my surprise, she actually went in and started washing. I guess she was just overwhelmed by the feeling!

After she finished, watching her blush as she went to dry the fruit, I felt a sense of happiness. Afterwards, we sat and continued chatting and watching movies. She went to wash some fruit, and we ate it while watching. Around 5 pm, she got ready to go home.

At that moment, I don't know why, I blurted out, "You like me, don't you?"

Her expression changed, and she didn't know what to say. I smiled and said, "Sit a little longer."

It was only after she sat down that I realized men can be really naughty sometimes. We were both a little awkward after she sat down, but I managed to change the atmosphere with my body language. I suddenly hugged her, and I could clearly feel her breathing quicken. Her usually fair face turned a bright red, filled with surprise and shyness. Before she could react, I kissed her lips hard. She started to struggle, but girls are generally weaker, and she quickly lost her strength. Perhaps it was a teenage attraction to the opposite sex, but she gradually stopped struggling and began to cooperate. Hehe, thinking back, I was so innocent then. The kissing lacked any skill; they occasionally hurt each other

, and they just kissed like idiots. As they kissed, the man's true nature emerged. It was his first time, and he was completely innate. His hands started to wander, reaching for her breasts. I forgot to mention, she wasn't tall, and her figure wasn't particularly good, but her skin was incredibly fair, almost baby-like, soft and supple to the touch, turning a rosy pink with a little pressure. What fascinated me most were her breasts, which seemed disproportionate to her figure. I don't know their exact size; I still don't really understand women's breast sizes. Anyway, at that moment, I couldn't cover them with one hand.

When I reached for them, she resisted, saying, "Not here."

I said, "Why?"

"No reason, it's just not okay."

"Then let me see, I've never seen a woman's breasts before." I was so naive and adorable back then. "No!" "Just a look, just one look." "No, it's just not okay."

Finally, I said with a hint of anger, "What's wrong with just one look? Just one look." "A woman pursuing a man is like crossing a thin layer of sand"—that saying is so true. Soon she stopped resisting. I slowly pushed open her bra. Wow, I was really drooling then. So white, so tender. When I pushed it open to reveal her nipples, they were like cherries, pink cherries waiting to be picked. I gently touched one with my hand, and her body involuntarily trembled and tensed up. When I tried to kiss her, she seemed to sober up after being drunk, immediately getting up and straightening her clothes.

Before she could speak, I kissed her. We sat on the sofa and kissed for who knows how long; my neck was starting to hurt. I said to her, "Why don't we go lie down on the bed? That would be more comfortable." Many years later, I think I was incredibly virile. Those innocent days were so pure! We got to the bed and continued kissing. This time, I didn't touch her breasts first. Instead, I kissed and kissed until she started to get aroused. Then, I slowly reached down to take off her panties. I was so gentle; it probably took me half an hour to remove them. Once her panties were off, I quickly took off my own underwear and slowly pressed myself against her, again very slowly searching for that beautiful opening. Actually, I was in a hurry, afraid she would rush, and that would be bad. But I had no experience, so I couldn't rush it. After finding the opening, I slowly inserted my already rock-hard penis.

"Ah!" With a scream of pain, she cried out. Her hymen, preserved for seventeen years, was gone just like that. I was terrified. I hugged her and said, "I'll take responsibility for you." "Yes, I believe you." "But it really hurts." "It's okay, I heard that the first time is always like this."

"Okay."

"Then let's continue." (Looking back, I was really shameless.) When I tried to penetrate her again, her pain was still unbearable. In the end, I couldn't help it. Seeing her suffering, I felt bad too, so I gave up. Anyway, it was already like this, what was there to be afraid of? I just held her and talked to her, saying some sweet words.

That's how we started our relationship. In today's terms, we got on the bus first, but we didn't buy a ticket later.

Everyone said that after a few times, it would be easier. And indeed, from that day on, we made love in the dorm every day for a while, several times a day. Each time, we were both drenched in sweat. But during that period, we didn't do much, just two or three repetitive movements, yet we never tired of it. We wanted to do it again and again, like it was our daily bread. We would often make love wildly whenever we had the chance. Later, we even did it outside—in the woods, at classmates' houses—and we weren't so shy anymore; we both let loose.

In this kind of life, the college entrance exam came quickly, and the first important choice of our lives began. I chose to continue studying, while she had no interest in studying and chose to work, selling things for others—a job that relied on youth. And from then on, we drifted further and further apart.

[The End]

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