[A respectable young woman's first time]

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For the past few years, I've been desperately trying to satisfy my sexual needs. Snack bars, KTVs, and even FLs when I first

came to —over ten years, I've practically explored every kind of brothel in Guangzhou and Dongguan, spending probably

no less than 100,000 yuan.

There are times when I get tired of it. I don't know if it's because condoms have numbed me, or if I can't experience the true

pleasure of sex. Slowly, I've begun to find monetary transactions utterly uninteresting. Perhaps returning to humanity and love is

the true path we should seek.

The appearance of my first "good woman" made me fascinated by how vibrant life is. Over the years, whether intentionally or unintentionally,

I've continuously met various "good women." Of course, compared to many guys, I'm ashamed to say I've only met

seven "good women" in total over the years. The youngest was 20, the oldest 34, but I only truly cherish two of them

. Today, I'll introduce my dearest "good woman" to everyone. I wanted to write something about this past, but I

couldn't find a suitable place to do so. Now, I can finally fulfill this wish.

It was a hot day in mid-August of 2005. As usual, I took the subway to work,

habitually buying a copy of the Southern Metropolis Daily and sitting in the front carriage to kill time. The train moved forward,

and I idly flipped through the newspaper. The Southern Metropolis Daily's headlines are in large font, and I usually only read the headlines, so

I often finished the newspaper after only a few stops. I quickly flipped through the paper, and halfway through, I suddenly noticed the person

sitting next to me was shaking their head along with my flipping. I turned my head and saw a girl

glancing sideways at my newspaper. From the side, the girl's features were very beautiful, radiating youth, innocence,

and cuteness. At that moment, I almost suffocated. In all my years in Guangzhou, few women had ever made me

feel this way. Usually, I considered myself quite attractive and was always indifferent to women. But today, I felt all my

self-esteem had been completely shattered. Seeing the beautiful woman's interest in my newspaper, I consciously slowed down my flipping

, but I was afraid she would realize I knew she was reading it, so I didn't dare to flip too slowly. The subway sped

forward, and I soon arrived at my station. I felt an immense sense of regret; such a beautiful moment was too fleeting.

I put away my newspaper and glanced at the beautiful woman unconsciously. She was looking up at me too, and I smiled kindly.

She smiled back shyly, and I handed her the newspaper.

"I've finished reading, here you go," I said, feigning gentlemanly politeness. She took the newspaper, blushed slightly,

and said, "Thank you." I quickly got up and left the carriage. The doors closed quickly, and I

resisted the urge to look back. As the train sped away, my heart suddenly ached. Why couldn't I have

stayed with her? If fate gave me another chance, I would seize it. For

the next few days, I waited for the subway at the same time I had met her. Perhaps good things always

have their ups and downs; a week passed without seeing her again. Perhaps what I had with her was just a beautiful memory,

and my expectations gradually faded.

That day, I forgot what I was doing and woke up a little later than usual, rushing to catch the subway. Because it was late

, there were more people boarding than usual, but I didn't care since I was reading the newspaper. I quickly finished the newspaper, and

the carriage seemed to have thinned out a bit. Suddenly, I looked up, and it was as if God was beckoning to me—a beautiful woman was sitting in the seat

opposite … I suddenly felt a little dizzy.

I steadied myself and strained to see the woman across from me. Just then, she looked up at me too. Yes, it was her. She saw me and quickly turned her face

away. I guessed she recognized me but was just shy. I stared intently at

her . After a while, she turned her eyes back to me, and our eyes met. I knew she couldn't escape me now. I

smiled at her; I consider my smile very approachable. This time, she couldn't hide anymore and

smiled shyly back at me. The train sped forward, and we didn't speak through the carriage. I was about to

reach my station , but I had vowed not to miss this opportunity. The train doors opened, but I didn't move. The doors closed quickly,

and I still didn't move. The beautiful woman probably knew I should get off; she looked at me in surprise, but I just smiled.

The train continued on its way, and after about two stops, the woman got up to get off. I quickly got up

and followed her off. She stopped and looked at me, unsure what to say. I composed myself and

said, "Could I have your phone number?" She hesitated for a second, glanced at me, and took out

her phone. I quickly took out my phone too. She dialed her number, and I quickly wrote it down.

I smiled again and said, "I'll call you later." She blushed, lowered her head,

nodded and walked away quickly. Watching her retreating figure, I suddenly felt very happy.

Back in my office, I quickly texted her: "Hello, it's me, the one who showed you

the newspaper ." "I know it's you. You weren't late for work, were you?" she replied quickly. After a few texts,

we exchanged QQ numbers and started chatting online. That day I hardly did any work; we chatted almost

the entire time , even during lunch I didn't leave the computer. I guessed the girl had a good impression of me, and winning her over was just

a matter of time. I initially planned to ask her out that evening, but I thought that would be too fast, and she wouldn't be able to process it so quickly, so

I asked her out for dinner the following evening.

The next evening, we met as agreed. After dinner, it was already dark, so I invited her to see a movie.

She readily agreed. Walking on the street, we didn't say much, and a little awkwardness arose. I felt this was progressing

too slowly and I had to take decisive action. So I grabbed her hand, and she instinctively pulled away, but

I held it. Watching her walk shyly with her head down, I felt

smug, like a wild animal setting a trap to catch its prey. I thought, once we get to the movie theater, I'll find a couple's seat and I'll definitely win her over. My understanding of winning her over

in the movie theater was a wet kiss and some light play.

I randomly picked a movie and went in, finding seats in the last row, a large couple's sofa. The movie was incredibly boring, a domestic production

. But the girl was thoroughly enjoying it. Holding her hand, she didn't resist at all. I sat there for ten minutes, tentatively

putting my arm around the woman's waist, but she held my hand tightly, preventing me from having any improper thoughts. I tried to kiss

her, but she always covered my mouth with her hand. After several attempts, it didn't work; she

wouldn't . I wisely gave up. Although the movie wasn't very good, having a beautiful woman with me

made me feel quite happy. The movie ended quickly, and it was almost 10 o'clock. I accompanied the woman to take a taxi home.

Downstairs, I thought to myself, "Today was a real letdown. I only held hands and got nothing in return." So I said to the pretty girl,

"Can I have a goodbye kiss now?" She shyly lowered her head again.

Disappointed, I was about to leave when she suddenly jumped up, grabbed my neck, and kissed me on the cheek

. Before I could react, she quickly ran into the apartment complex.

After our first date, I assessed the progress and felt it was generally going well. But a sudden, inexplicable fear

gripped me. She basically considered me her boyfriend, and me? A married man with a happy family—how could I

possibly destroy that? I hesitated. What would she do if she found out I had lied to her and slept with her?

Would crazy and try to destroy my family? I was scared. I had a bright future in my career and a harmonious family—

could they all suddenly disappear overnight? In the following days, I

consciously hinted at wanting to meet up at night, but I always made excuses about being too busy with work. I was even worried she'd call that night;

that would be the end of me. If my wife found out, I'd be completely finished!

"I feel like I don't know anything about you," the beautiful woman chatted with me on QQ. "What don't I know about you?"

I replied. "I don't even know what you do for a living, you're so busy," she said, angry that I hadn't asked her out. "I

have been a bit busy lately, don't mind. What else do you want to know?" I replied, somewhat annoyed. The woman was very dissatisfied with my answer

: "I don't know if you have a girlfriend or if you're married!" I was silent for a few seconds.

I suddenly decided to end this game. It felt like a bottomless sex game; even if there was an orgasm, it could

swallow me whole at any moment.

Actually, I knew the woman asked this question out of anger and spite, but a minute passed, and I

still didn't reply. "Why aren't you saying anything?" the woman couldn't help but ask. "You're right," I simply

replied , and after replying, I suddenly felt incredibly relieved. "Do you have a girlfriend?" the woman asked. "No,"

I replied succinctly and forcefully. "Are you married?"... I didn't reply. I had made up my mind; I

didn't want be annoyed anymore. A few minutes later, the beautiful woman sent me a message: "I just want you to tell me directly, are you

married?"... I couldn't stay silent any longer. "I'm sorry," I

said , feeling incredibly cool and powerful. I thought that even if we broke up, I'd make her think about me for a

while. I felt so damn bad.

The beautiful woman went offline, and I sat blankly in my office, a deep emptiness suddenly washing over me. Was it really over?

I had nothing better to do, and after finally getting together with such a beautiful woman, how come I was the one who fizzled out? No strokes,

no kisses—who did she think she was? I quickly regretted it. That afternoon, I was idly browsing

porn sites on my computer when suddenly my QQ notification popped up that the beautiful woman was online. I immediately clicked and typed: "I'm so sorry, I really

like you, I couldn't control myself, but I can't hurt you, I have to tell the truth." A while later, the beautiful woman

replied: "You've really hurt me. I thought I'd found my Prince Charming." There was a glimmer of hope, so

I quickly replied, "Are you free tonight? I'd like to invite you to dinner to express my apologies." Less

than I received a reply: "Okay, let's have one last meal together." After reading that, I felt incredibly cold, not

knowing what to say.

I arranged a time and place with the beautiful woman and then logged off. I arrived at the meeting place early, and she arrived right on time. She was wearing glasses; it was the first time I'd ever seen

her wear glasses. Her eyes were a little swollen; it seemed she had just been crying. A feeling of tenderness suddenly welled up inside me, and I couldn't

help reach out my hand and say, "Can I hold your hand one last time?" She almost cried

, quickly grabbing my hand. At that moment, I had a strong urge to protect her and take care of her for the rest of my life.

After dinner, I led her to the riverbank. With the river breeze blowing, I put my arm around her, and we deliberately avoided

the fact that I was already married, casually chatting about other things. Suddenly, the beautiful woman said to me, "Since you have a wife,

why are you still looking for me?" "I don't know, I really like you." "If you weren't married, would you want

me to be your girlfriend?" "Of course..." Before I could finish, the woman looked up and sealed my

lips with hers. I felt like God was beckoning me again...

We kissed passionately for a minute. The woman said to me, "This is only the second time I've kissed a man."

I felt a little annoyed. "Who was the first?" "My college boyfriend," the woman

said . It seems I'm not a saint, and she's not a saint either, I thought to myself (later I realized my judgment

was completely wrong). That night, we kissed passionately in the river breeze until late. Later,

as usual, I took her home. Since someone else was sharing the apartment with her, I abandoned any improper thoughts and went home myself afterward

.

I didn't know what to do next; greed and fear were swirling within me. So, she wisely

avoided meeting me in the evenings (because she knew I had to spend time with my wife). During the day, we would arrange to take

the subway together. I would always see her off at the subway station before taking the return trip. Every day when we parted, I would passionately kiss her before we separated,

oblivious . This went on for about a week.

By the weekend, after appeasing my wife, I thought I absolutely had to have dinner with the beautiful woman that night. At that point, I

didn't have many ulterior motives towards her anymore, because I was still worried about not being able to shake her off. I thought it would be quite exciting, and

I was happy to accept this reality. As for what she thought, I didn't have the energy to care anymore. After dinner, the beautiful woman and I

went for a walk along the river as usual. I jokingly said to her, "Tonight is the Super Girl finale, how about we get a room and watch it together?"

The beautiful woman smiled but didn't say anything. Sensing the awkward atmosphere, I said to her, "Why don't you go back early? You

can still watch Super Girl." When the beautiful woman heard me say this, she said angrily, "Fine, let's get a room then."

Then she turned and walked away. I knew she was sulking, but I was also quite tired and didn't want to bother her any further tonight, so I caught up with

her and said, "Don't be angry, I'll take you home." I hailed a taxi, intending to take the beautiful woman home.

She remained silent in the car. After about ten minutes, she suddenly hugged me and said, "##, I'm

not going home tonight, let's go to a hotel." I thought she might be testing me, so I calmly said,

"Have you thought it through?" She nodded vigorously. So I asked the driver to take me to a

hotel I was familiar with.

Once in the room, I turned on the TV to see if there was any Super Girl competition, planning to watch it with her before going home.

Damn it , this hotel didn't even have Hunan TV. I said to the pretty girl, "Why don't you take a shower first? I'll

go home after you're done." She didn't say anything, turned around and went into the bathroom to shower.

Up until now, I hadn't thought about sleeping with her tonight; I was still worried. She quickly finished showering,

came out in a bathrobe, and carried her clothes with her. I lay down on the bed, and she went to another bed

and lay down, covering herself tightly with the blanket, not letting a single thing show. We chatted for about ten minutes, then

I said I had to leave. Suddenly, she turned over, lifted the blanket halfway, and, with nothing on her body,

faced me with her bare back, saying, "Don't you want it?" "No," I answered. She seemed a little angry; I didn't

know if she was really angry or just pretending. So I leaned over and gave her a passionate, wet kiss, and she tried her best to reciprocate,

but the blanket was tightly pressed below her neck. Then she turned off all the lights, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me passionately.

At that moment, I didn't actually intend to sleep with her; I just wanted to whet her appetite, maybe give her a little slap, and lick her

nipples. I realized how incredibly sinful I was.

I continued kissing downwards, and the blanket that had been holding me down loosened. I gently lifted the blanket, kissing her neck,

my lips continuing their search downwards. Further down, I finally achieved my goal, successfully biting her nipple. Her

skin was so smooth, her breasts so warm and soft. Her breathing became rapid, and she started grabbing my

hair , then groping for my shirt, trying to unbutton it. I complied, and together we took off

the shirt. My hands continued to caress her body, growing hotter and hotter, the blanket being pulled down further and further. Finally, I

achieved another goal, touching the beautiful woman's genitals. She had a lot of hair, and I thought she must be

a woman with a high sex drive. My hand continued to explore downwards, and a gush of fluid quickly spurted out. My God, I'd never encountered

a woman so wet before; she must have been holding back. The beautiful woman's hands weren't idle either; she grabbed my belt to help me undo it. I followed her

and pulled down her pants completely. The blanket was on the floor, and the beautiful woman's legs were fully spread open

...

At this point, I still didn't want to have sex with her; I'd just leave it at the entrance, without going in. So I

straightened up and gently inserted my penis, then quickly pulled it out, gently rubbing around her vulva.

After a while, I felt unsatisfied and inserted my penis again. This time, my penis wouldn't listen to me and

went in without hesitation. Suddenly, the beautiful woman hugged my neck tightly and said, "Gently." I guessed she

hadn't done it in a long time, so it might hurt a little. I gently thrust in and out, not daring to go too deep. After a dozen or so thrusts,

her hands relaxed. I guessed she was basically used to it, so I used a little force, and my penis went in all the way...

The beautiful woman suddenly cried out, then gripped my back tightly with both hands. I didn't dare to use too much force and slowly

thrust in and out a dozen or so times. Suddenly, a hot stream was about to erupt from my penis. I hurriedly pulled out, and all my semen

shot onto the beautiful woman's stomach. The beautiful woman didn't know I'd ejaculated and asked why I stopped. A little ashamed, I

said I was done, quickly got up, grabbed some tissues, and wiped the semen clean. Just then, the phone rang.

It was my wife calling. Pretending to be calm, I told her I was on my way home and would be there soon. The woman did

n't say anything. I assumed she was angry that I'd finished so quickly, so I ignored her, quickly dressed, and went to her,

softly saying, "I'm going home now, I'll come back tomorrow morning." Then I turned and left.

Early the next morning, I made up an excuse for my wife and rushed to the hotel, buying

a box of . Entering the hotel room, the woman was still sleepy. I quickly took off my clothes, thinking that since

we'd already done it last night, I should make the most of it today. So I got into bed and found she was still naked. I

fondled her breasts with pleasure, almost wanting to devour them, using every flirting technique I could think of…

When I touched them, she was already overflowing with fluids. I was a bit tired when I woke up this morning and didn't want to be on top, so I rolled over and let the beautiful

woman ride me. I used my hand to insert my penis into her vagina. She didn't move much,

so I actively responded with my hips. After a few thrusts, she couldn't take it anymore and collapsed on top of me. I took out my penis, put on a condom,

rolled over, and pinned her down, fully enjoying the pleasure of riding her. After about five minutes, I

ejaculated amidst her moans of pleasure.

We lay on the bed together for a while, then got up to wash. After getting dressed, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked back.

There was a light red stain. Could it be...? My heart skipped a beat; I wasn't sure. She

came out of the bathroom, and I casually asked, "Why is there blood? Is this your first time?" She saw

the stain and said shyly, "You ran away last night. I was in so much pain, and I bled, staining the sheets. I

even had to get up in the middle of the night to wash it." Good heavens, could she really be a virgin? I quickly said, "

Why tell me it was your first time?" She said, "I'm 24, and I've never done this before. I'm a little

embarrassed to tell you." What an adorable, silly girl; my heart ached for her. So I quickly took her out for

a nice meal.

I wrote the previous part in one go, but my hand is sore now, I can't write anymore.

After that, I did it a few more times with this beautiful woman, but later, for the reasons mentioned earlier, we broke up. To this day, I still

often think of my dearest, most virtuous woman. Here, I also pray that she can be happy.

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