[Memories of Youth]

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It's Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full, and I'm alone in a foreign land.

I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled lightly, watching the wisps of smoke drift past my eyes in a daze, then sighed

. There was no purpose, no sadness or joy, only perhaps a vague feeling.

My beloved is not by my side.

When I was little, my mother asked someone to tell my fortune. The person said, "If you manage your son well, he'll be a talented person;

if you don't, he'll be a super bad guy. And he'll be very popular with women..."

"Nonsense!" I blushed as a teenager.

"Perhaps there's some truth to what he said." I said as an adult, when my mother repeated these words.

I can't remember exactly when my attraction to women began, but it seems to have started in junior high. A girl named Fanwei transferred to

our class She had a typical oval face, fair skin

, and a quiet demeanor. She had large eyes, a soft voice, and a clear, pure tone. The first time I heard her speak, I felt

an inexplicable sense of closeness; her voice seemed to penetrate my heart. I loved being with her. Occasionally,

I would steal glances her face and eyes, which shone softly in the sunlight, and I would be lost in thought for a long time.

My classmates probably noticed something and would tell me things about her

, intentionally or unintentionally. I learned that she was the daughter of a professor, had an older sister, and that we were both born in 1972

, the Year of the Rat, and so on. However, at the time, I was considered a mischievous student by the teachers, unwilling to study and with poor

grades , while her grades were excellent. In that era when the college entrance examination was paramount, I naturally

felt a bit inferior. This crush lasted until I graduated from junior high and unexpectedly got into a top-tier high school.

Even today, when I see her, I still think she's wonderful, but of course, I've already chosen

to give up because she's married.

Two years after graduation, I made a lot of friends, and we spent many happy days together. My

understanding of the opposite sex originated from my senior classmate, whom I'll call Cao. It was the winter of 1996 when

we went on a business trip to Neijiang. We agreed to leave in the afternoon, and at 3 pm, Cao drove his car,

and we set off from Chengdu.

On the way, Cao said, "Ah Jie, there's not much to do in Neijiang. How about I bring two friends

to ?" I said, "Okay!"

The car quickly arrived in Jianyang. At a garden entrance, a tall girl waved to us. She was wearing

a brown leather jacket on top, but I can't remember what she was wearing on the bottom; I only remember that she had a very beautiful smile.

Cao first said to her, "Xiaoqi, let me introduce you. This is my junior brother, Ajie." Then he said to me

, "This is Xiaoqi." I said blankly, "Hello." Cao pulled her aside and talked to her for a while

, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

Ten minutes later, another girl came. She was very young and sunny, dressed in jeans,

not very tall, with two dimples when she smiled, and slightly revealing her white canine teeth. Her skin was fair and delicate . In short

, I thought she was very pretty at first glance. Her name was Xiaoli.

We chatted for a few minutes and then got in the car and set off. The two girls sat in the back seat, laughing and joking all the way.

It was obvious that Cao and Xiaoqi were very familiar with each other, as he kept telling her jokes. Xiaoli was also very lively, but most of the

time we were the two of us listening to them talk and laugh. Before we knew it, we had arrived at the 100-kilometer mark. But maybe it was just my

feeling, but I always felt that Xiaoli's gaze was often on me.

After getting off the bus, the local bureau chief, secretary, and finance director were waiting for us at the Neijiang Hotel.

We were there to secure an investment in one of their projects, so of course we had to be welcoming. After some pleasantries, we were arranged

to stay in two rooms: one for the two girls, and one for me and Cao. Then came dinner.

Cao told the locals that the two girls were his cousin and her classmate, but I don't know if that's true or

not.

Dinner was at the best Chinese restaurant in Neijiang at the time. A large group of locals came, taking turns

toasting us. As young people, we couldn't just sit still, especially since they were all well-known figures in the area.

So , after a while, I got quite tipsy, and the two girls weren't much better off. Afterwards,

we were all walking unsteadily.

We helped each other back to the hotel and went up to the fourth floor. As soon as I entered the room, I collapsed onto the bed. A moment later,

Brother Cao came in: "Ah Jie, let's talk." I mumbled sleepily, "What is it?"

"Well, Xiao Qi and I want to stay together, and it's so late, it's not good to go to a hotel. You two

are a little brother and a little sister, so why don't you squeeze in for one night? Please, please!" Before I

could react, he left again.

A little while later, Xiao Qi, saying things like "What's the big deal? Please, please," pulled Xiao Li

in. I really admired her; she even grabbed Xiao Li's bag with her other hand! Xiao Qi slammed the door

shut and left , leaving the two of us staring at each other in a daze for a long time, not knowing what to do. The situation was a little

awkward.

After a while, I finally came to my senses and said to Xiaoli, "Forget it. Look at them,

there's no point in discussing it anyway. It's so late, you can't bear to leave me in the hallway, and I can't leave you

there Let's just make do. We can settle the score with them tomorrow."

Under the light, Xiaoli's face was clearly flushed, looking very embarrassed. "Then...you won't feel

uncomfortable, will you?"

"Um, as long as you don't, I won't." At this point, I really wanted to sleep.

"I'll watch some TV before resting, will that bother you?" she asked.

"No problem."

The TV screen was filled with static, a blurry picture. I opened my eyes; she was sitting on another bed, hugging her

legs as she watched. Suddenly, the room went dark—the power was out. She let out a soft cry.

Winters in Neijiang are very cold, and with the air conditioner not working due to the power outage, I began to feel the chill. I thought to myself:

How can Xiaoli stand it? I listened closely; she wasn't asleep either, tossing and turning in bed.

"Take my blanket here." I said, throwing my blanket over, thinking that in

this situation, I had no choice but to play the hero.

"How can I do that!" she threw it back at me.

After a while of this back and forth, I grew impatient and blurted out, "Then let's just sleep together

."

She didn't say anything and remained silent for a while. Just as I was regretting what I might have said, a very soft

body gently leaned against me.

"Uh..." I didn't say anything, but a surge of warmth suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart. I reached out and hugged her.

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My heart began to flutter. I was ashamed to admit that my understanding of the opposite sex before this was limited to

imagination . I hugged her nervously, but I didn't know what the next step would be.

Time seemed to freeze. Quietly smelling the fragrance of her hair, a line suddenly came to mind: "When no one is around

at midnight and we whisper to each other, silence speaks louder than words."

Perhaps afraid of numbling my hand, or perhaps wanting to do something to change the situation, Xiaoli

shifted her body slightly to the side. My hand, holding hers, suddenly touched a round, warm mound. Involuntarily, I opened

my hand and grasped this unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensation. I seemed to hear her let out a soft sigh, like

a sigh , or perhaps a gasp.

Every cell in my body became sensitive; I could clearly feel her body trembling slightly, yet

the part touching me was warm. This warmth overwhelmed my senses, and all composure vanished.

Only , to press close to her. I turned to the side without hesitation, both hands climbing onto those prominent

, rounded breasts.

Through her clothes, I began to caress her breasts, from top to bottom, from left to right, naturally

making circles. At that moment, it suddenly occurred to me, rather inopportunely, that instinct truly exists. It

allows me to embark on humanity's most primal yet beautiful physiological journey without needing to learn. In the years that followed, I

deeply understood the importance of instinct to us.

Xiaoli shifted restlessly, but didn't offer any particularly strong resistance. In fact, a

part of my body was throbbing and burning. I pressed myself closer to her, my hands beginning

to knead her more vigorously and forcefully. I felt the curve of her buttocks, smooth and slightly protruding, full of elasticity.

I pressed my face against her ear, my breath ruffling her hair. Her soft hair brushed

against my face; her face was smooth but hot, and I could hear her panting. Suddenly, she turned her head, and our

lips met. We both paused for a moment, then locked in a tight kiss.

I breathed deeply into her mouth, for a long, long time, enjoying it immensely. Slowly, I began to use the tip of my tongue to pry open her

clenched teeth. She writhed in my arms, and somehow, she had already clamped

my right leg between her two elastic thighs, rubbing against me. Her jaw slowly loosened, and my tongue slipped inside, touching

her smooth tongue. Xiaoli trembled violently. She turned around and hugged me tightly. Our tongues intertwined

, sucking, intertwining, and rubbing together, making soft smacking sounds.

I pressed my lower body against hers, my left hand caressing her back, while my right hand slipped up her

clothes , finding the bra clasp on her smooth back. The clasp worked on a simple principle, and without thinking, I

pulled with my middle finger and pressed with my index finger, releasing the clasp. I then touched her breasts, which

had proudly sprang out. I then reached down between her legs, finding only a

warm, wet patch. She kissed me, not resisting my advances, but yielding to me.

We kept caressing each other, and before we knew it, whether it was our own effort or her help,

we were suddenly naked and embracing. I didn't know how to relieve the tightness that was troubling my whole body

. She hugged me and leaned back, and I pressed her down beneath me. My kisses landed haphazardly on her chest,

neck, and face, and between her parted legs.

My throbbing penis moved up and down rapidly, but it couldn't find its way in. Xiaoli chuckled softly

and mumbled, guiding me with her hand. Under her guidance, the glans finally found its home. With just

a slight touch, I felt a warm, moist sensation. It was time to go all in. I thrust

forward with all my might, and my penis sank deep into that warm nest. At the same time, Xiaoli

let out a long "Ah..." Her hands tightly hugged my back, her legs clamped around my waist, and

her vagina suddenly tightened its grip. I took a deep breath and began my first real

thrust.

To be honest, my first sexual experience wasn't perfect; it was rather brief. In fact,

it only lasted a few minutes. But a first time is a first time. Everyone has countless first times in their life, and I believe everyone

remembers their first sexual experience vividly. I was no exception.

I can still clearly recall how, with each entry and withdrawal, my glans was gripped,

sucked, and rubbed, each thrust bringing me indescribable pleasure. Soon, a surge of urination

rushed , and when it reached my glans, I couldn't control myself anymore. I could feel my glans

swell, painfully hard. I thrust in frantically, holding Xiaoli tightly, letting out a beastly

roar, and ejaculating my 24 years of virgin semen deep into Xiaoli's body. At the same time,

Xiaoli 's body convulsed, her legs clamping tightly around me before collapsing, her hands

pressing my back down, her face pressed against my chest. We remained in that position, my mind

blank.

After we relaxed, Xiaoli naturally kissed me, saying, "You're so good!" Her hands were still

caressing me. A few minutes later, I was erect again. This time, it wasn't just a simple missionary position anymore

. I held her on top of me and thrust into her. Then, I turned her over,

made her kneel, and pressed her white buttocks against me from behind, pounding into her hard. She was completely dazed, just responding

to me, making incoherent noises.

Because it was our second time, I lasted exceptionally long, bringing her to multiple orgasms. Finally, I dragged her to the edge of the bed,

spread her legs, and thrust in. When I ejaculated, she groaned loudly. I think

every man who wasn't asleep from the first to the fourth floor would have gotten an erection upon hearing her voice.

That night, having tasted sex for the first time, I spent almost the entire night making love with her. We did it

again , and I even felt a bit hard in my back.

Fortunately, Xiaoli wasn't a prostitute; from the beginning, she didn't care about money at all.

Later, Brother Cao told me that Xiaoli was a very persistent girl, gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

When she was with me that time, she had just broken up with her boyfriend of two years. No wonder she was so crazy when she was drunk that day;

she had probably been depressed for too long. And I was good-looking and considerate, which ignited her passion.

Unfortunately, we couldn't continue our story. I won't go into the reasons here

. She once wrote me a birthday card, which can be considered a commentary on our situation.

"This love can only be cherished in memory, for at the time it was all in vain."

Back then, I could never have imagined that I would have so many rich experiences in my romantic life.

I can reassure everyone that I never played the role of a con artist in relationships, and I can say that I have lived up to my own

standards .

In any case, I will never forget the first girl I truly loved—Xiaoli.

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