First girlfriend

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In the winter of 2014, I met my first girlfriend. It was a traditional meeting, arranged by a mutual acquaintance. She was beautiful, with a round face, big, watery eyes that seemed to speak volumes. Her gentle smile revealed two adorable dimples that radiated charm. At 1.62 meters tall, she seemed like a miniature version of the ideal figure. Her fair skin captivated me at first sight. I went downstairs and told my mom, "Don't let anyone introduce me to anyone anymore, I want her!" My mom laughed at me, saying, "You want her? You don't even know if she likes you!" A few days later, the matchmaker gave me her phone number. A week later, my first love began, hehe!

One evening after a few meetings, my friend and I decided to take our girlfriends to the movies—a private, couple-only theater (we'd met our girlfriends around the same time, so we were both progressing at the same pace; going to such a place was a way to plan how to kiss and take our relationship to the next level). After going inside, our two couples each found a small private room and sat down. I gently put my arm around my girlfriend, and seeing that she didn't object, I pulled her into my arms. I forget what movie it was; it didn't seem very interesting, so I kept looking down at my girlfriend. Every time I looked at her, she would smile at me. Later, the movie lights shone on the tip of her nose, making it look bright and almost transparent, which mesmerized me. In a daze, I lowered my head to kiss the tip of her nose, but something unexpected happened when I lowered my head. She looked up, and our lips met, and her tongue came out. I stupidly took it into my mouth, and it took me a few seconds to come to my senses. Then we frantically kissed, our tongues swirling together. We didn't separate for a long time, both of us panting. The feeling at that moment was so exciting.

We hadn't been dating for long before the New Year. I remember that the third day of the Lunar New Year that year was Valentine's Day. On Valentine's Day night, I drove her out to dinner and for a drive. It was past 10 pm, and we still didn't want to part. She said, "Let's go to my brother's place." I took her to her brother's house (on the way I learned that her brother and sister-in-law had gone back to their hometown to visit their parents for the Chinese New Year and needed her to help look after the house, so she found a female colleague from out of town to stay there). When we arrived, I greeted her colleague, and then we all ate and played cards together. After a while, her colleague said she was sleepy and wanted to go to bed, so she went back to her bedroom and closed the door. At this point, it was just the two of us in the living room. I held her on my lap, and she nestled in my arms. I gently kissed her lips, her nose, her ears… I was so innocent back then, without any further thoughts (please don't laugh at me). We just watched TV and were affectionate like that.

Later, my legs went numb, and I wanted to pick her up to change positions. I accidentally touched her breast. She immediately tried to pull away, but stopped when she realized it wasn't intentional. After adjusting, I savored the soft feeling and couldn't help but look at her. My hand slowly moved towards her breast. She looked at me shyly, half-heartedly holding onto my hand, preventing me from making any big movements. As I touched her, I became restless. "I want to touch inside," I said. There was no response. "I'll touch inside!" Still no response. I slowly moved my hand under the hem of her shirt. She didn't resist much, so I touched her bra. I touched her through the bra for a long time. My fingers traced along the edge of the bra, touching more and more of her breast—so soft, so smooth. Further in, one finger touched a hard spot. I knew I had touched her nipple. At that moment, her body trembled, and she let out a short but intense moan—a sound that was incredibly alluring. One finger became two, and I pinched her nipple and started rubbing it (it seems like everyone has an innate instinct for this; they can do it without being taught). Her body began to writhe, and her moans grew louder and more seductive. My other hand stroked her back, reaching for her bra strap, and I tried to untie it, but I couldn't. She untied it herself, freeing her breasts, which I then grasped in my hands, kneading and caressing them. My penis had gotten hard without me realizing it, only becoming noticeable when her writhing buttocks pressed against it. So, my penis pressed against her buttocks, and her body writhed even more violently (looking back, I think she probably felt my penis and wanted to use it to relieve the itch). After a few minutes, she suddenly opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "I want it." I was stunned, unable to believe it had happened so quickly. "Hurry up and come into the room," she urged me, and I stood up numbly after her.

When we got to his brother and sister-in-law's room, we immediately grabbed each other and rolled around on the bed, kissing and caressing each other passionately. She unbuckled my belt, and I pulled down her pants. Her underwear was soaked through, so much fluid had seeped out. My pants were still hanging on my legs, and I laughed at her, "You're so wet!" She ignored me, spread her legs, and said, "Come on, I want it, I want it." I lay on top of her, numb, not knowing what to do. She took my penis in her hand and pulled it between her legs. I mechanically lay down, feeling my penis enveloped in warmth. "Move faster, faster, I want it!" Urged on by her, I mechanically thrust my hips in and out. At first, she moaned softly, but then she abandoned all restraint and began to groan loudly. Her moans were the most arousing I'd ever heard from any woman I'd ever been with. So I thrust forcefully, going in and out completely without any technique, thinking to myself, "This is fucking, right?" Haha, looking back, I was so stupid. I don't know how long it went on, but her moans went from soft to loud and then back to soft several times. Gradually, her voice grew softer and softer. After a while, she said, "Aren't you done yet?" I thought she didn't like it, so I stupidly pulled out and put my pants back on.

Afterwards, I hugged her, but she didn't say anything and cried. I said, "I'm sorry, I love you so much, I didn't mean to do this." She didn't say anything and then told me to go home.

The next day, it dawned on me that she wasn't a virgin anymore, so I confronted her. She told me she'd had a boyfriend before who died in a car accident, and that she'd lost her virginity to him. I was furious, feeling like I'd been taken advantage of, and I wanted to break up. But I couldn't resist her pretty face and the allure of sex, so we continued the relationship. Six months later, we broke up again for other reasons, but it wasn't me who dumped her; she dumped me. To this day, whenever I think back to my first love, I still feel a painful sense of being deceived—not just my virginity, but also emotional deception.

(This is my first time writing about my own experience; please forgive any shortcomings, thank you.)

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