The Romance of Growing Up

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(-) First Climax

In everyone's eyes, I was a kind, obedient, and sentimental girl, with nothing to

worry about . But perhaps they didn't know that I did everything perfectly so that they wouldn't

interfere too much in my world. In this way, I traded "perfection" for my "freedom."

I wasn't actually precocious; you could say I was a bit naive. My friends said I was simply looking for someone to bully

. Maybe so, but naivety doesn't mean ignorance, right? When I was seventeen, I successfully

lost my virginity. At that time, it was a momentous event in my life.

He was six years older than me and was my brother's college classmate. That year, I graduated from junior high school. Because I successfully entered the city

's top high school, I had a summer vacation where I could have a blast. In everyone's eyes, he was a very nice

man , but also a typical playboy. He often hung out with my brother, playing video games together at my house. He

would always half-close his eyes and say I was cute, and my brother would always pretend to be fierce and tell him not to make a move on me.

Back then, I loved listening to English songs and reading or watching English books and movies. Because of this, I always

realized how much I didn't understand about English. My brother's English wasn't great either, so naturally, he took on

the responsibility of teaching me. He was a very handsome man; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so popular with women. To be

honest , his tutoring mainly consisted of taking me to see English movies or borrowing English novels from the library.

Everything seemed accidental, yet it all made sense when I thought about it. That time, we had planned to go to the movies,

but the cinema was closed for some reason. He probably sensed my disappointment and

took me to a small, private cinema. These cinemas were mostly for couples, like little private boxes.

It was my first time in such a cinema, and I felt a strange mix of panic and excitement. So,

we sat down together, completely enclosed. No one could see us, and we couldn't see

anyone else.

The movie started, but it wasn't in English; it was in French. We couldn't understand a word, and we just

stared at each other helplessly. He said the theater had rolling screenings, so I could wait for the next movie. So, I watched the screen with little

concentration . About twenty minutes passed; the oppressive atmosphere in the theater made me drowsy,

but my heart was restless. Suddenly, his arm went around my shoulder, pulling me into his embrace. He whispered in my ear, "

Sleep if you're sleepy, I'll wake you for the next movie." Although I couldn't see, I could feel my

face burning, especially when he spoke in my ear; his warm breath made me

feel . I leaned weakly against him, and he held me even tighter.

It had only been ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. His other hand

rested on my knee, exposed by my short skirt. Of course, I knew he was taking advantage of me, but I didn't dislike it at all; in fact, I

was excited. Maybe I was just naturally promiscuous. A moment later, his arm slowly

slid down my shoulder, under my armpit, and placed his hand on the side of my breast. His sudden action made me

shift my body uncomfortably, only to press closer to him. His fingers lightly brushed against my chest;

each time he teased me, it made me nervous, yet I loved the feeling. Later, his entire hand enveloped my

left breast, gently holding and kneading it. I felt my ample roundness like a soft lump of dough in his hands

, at his mercy, molded into various shapes.

"No~," I whispered, grabbing his restless hand. But he clearly knew

how fragile my modesty was, kneading my throbbing breast even harder. His left hand played with

my small nipple through my t-shirt, while his right hand slowly slid up from my knee, slipping inside my skirt and rubbing

against my thigh. I heard his breathing become heavy; the deeper his breathing, the more dangerous I felt,

yet my body was intoxicated by a strange arousal, unable to extricate itself.

Suddenly, his right hand withdrew from under my skirt, and I thought it was all over. But he pulled up

my close-fitting t-shirt, pushing it up to its highest point, revealing my white bra. He heard him gasp for breath,

and before I could react, the bra was pulled down. My two snow-white breasts, tightly

constricted by the pulled-down bra, looked larger and fuller. Perhaps due to arousal, my two pink nipples were more erect than

ever . His left hand quickly grasped my breasts, caressing them alternately. His right hand then slipped

inside my skirt, and I felt his long fingers lingering at my most intimate cleft through my panties,

from gentle to forceful… almost making me cry out. Fortunately, he quickly silenced my

slightly parted mouth with his lips. His nimble tongue entwined with my clumsy little tongue, and that's how I gave away my first kiss

.

I don't know how long we kissed, but I was almost out of breath. He gently bit my lip before

releasing me. He lifted my skirt, letting me see his fingers, gently kneading through my white panties

. I could feel my panties getting wet. He seemed increasingly unsatisfied, slipping his hand

deep inside my panties from my waist down, gently caressing my pubic hair. Then, he continued downwards, his index and

ring fingers parting my labia, his middle finger tracing the slippery crevice, rubbing against my tender flesh

. I couldn't help but moan softly.

"You're such a sensitive little thing," he whispered, licking the outline of my ear. His

long fingers rubbed around the entrance of my vagina, occasionally slipping in briefly before quickly pulling out. He pulled my

panties down to my knees, placing his entire hand on my wet labia. His left hand

squeezed my two round breasts harder, his lips leaving his mark on my neck, while his right hand

rubbed rapidly inside my wet slit. Waves of vaginal fluid gushed out. I didn't know what I

wanted , I

couldn't think of anything, my whole body tense, yet I felt a thrill like I was soaring to the clouds. My trembling

labia gripped his long fingers tightly. In that instant…

he held me in his arms after my orgasm, kissing my hair, softly saying sorry…

At that time, I was actually quite ignorant about love and sex. I didn't really have many opportunities to…

I understand, but the more people around me understand, the more I understand too—that's the charm of language, hey. I

like my neighbor, Tao Yin, a very simple liking, of course. She's 1.7 meters tall, and compared to my short stature,

I'm incredibly envious, so I like to imitate her words and actions.

Tao Yin also likes to play with us. Actually, we're about the same age; I'm seventeen, and she's twenty.

We all like to call her Sister Yinzi. Her family seems to be very wealthy; her parents are always picked up and dropped off in a black

Audi . But what impressed me most was their very luxurious security door, made of peach wood, with a nice feel to it, and

always kept very clean by her mother.

Yinzi is a dreamy girl, full of unrealistic fantasies. She even confessed to my brother,

but was rejected. I was so angry that I broke off all contact with my brother for a week; now that I think about it, I was really being silly.

I often go to her house to play because her parents are always busy, so we kids can do whatever we want and play wildly

without restraint . Until one time…

It was a Friday, and I was sitting on the wide windowsill in Yinzi's room,

enjoying the cool evening air from the air conditioner while watching the sweltering summer sun outside. Yinzi was folding origami cranes when suddenly, the long ringing of the doorbell broke the tranquility.

Yinzi peeked through the peephole, then immediately ran back, shoved me into her fragrant wardrobe,

and said, “Xiaoyan, be good. No matter what happens, you can’t come out, and

don’t make a sound.” I nodded vigorously.

A moment later, I heard the door open and Yinzi’s clear voice. Hiding inside the wardrobe, I didn’t

know what was happening, and I peeked out through the ventilation holes. Soon, Yinzi came in,

followed by a man with short hair, almost half a head taller than Yinzi. Although he was wearing clothes,

it was clear that the man was very strong; his arms, visible outside his sleeves, were about as thick as my legs.

How terrifying!

Yinzi handed him a can of frozen cola. "Hmm, I want some too, it's really stuffy in the cupboard!" The man

opened it and took a sip. He sat on Yinzi's bed, and Yinzi was pulled down to sit with him. The man took a sip of cola,

then suddenly turned to Yinzi, using one hand to pull her head towards him, his thick lips pressing against

hers . ...

Ah~, I stared wide-eyed... After a while, the man's lips left Yinzi's,

a little brown liquid dribbling from the corner of her mouth. The man was feeding Yinzi cola with his own mouth!

Yinzi's face was very red, her eyes glancing at me almost imperceptibly. I obediently kept my mouth closed, but my eyes were

wide open.

The man's dark hand slid across the back of Yinzi's dress, while his other hand groped her breasts.

Yinzi's was red, seemingly shy yet enjoying it. She knew I could see outside, right in front of

them.

The man pressed Yinzi face down on the bed, then pulled the zipper all the way down,

exposing and the purple lace trim of her panties. He knelt on the bed, unhooked her bra,

and reached his hands behind her. Although he couldn't see what his hands were doing under Yinzi, her writhing movements suggested he

was vigorously kneading her breasts.

The man slapped Yinzi's upturned buttocks, and she let out a soft "Mmm~". Then he

flipped her over, her dress sliding up to her waist as she turned, the purple bra hanging on her slender

shoulders, barely concealing her cleavage. Yinzi's nipples were red and erect, clearly the

result of intense caressing. The man roughly ripped off her bra and threw it on the floor. He then quickly

pressed himself against Yinzi, staring at her flushed face with a half-smile. His large hand didn't stop

stroking her thighs, caressing her sensitive triangle area inside her tight skirt. From my angle, I could only see

that large hand moving intensely between Yinzi's legs...

The man ripped off Yinzi's skirt and threw it forcefully to the ground. His mouth was on

one of Yinzi's swollen breasts, which was now only covered by purple panties. One hand was kneading the other, while the other hand was rubbing her labia

through her panties. Yinzi twisted her body in response, making "mmm~"

sounds. I watched the passion outside, my face burning. This was my first time watching porn, and it was live! I wondered if my brother would be

jealous.

While I was lost in thought, the man had already pulled Yinzi's panties down and hung them on her calves. Ginko's

furry triangle was nakedly exposed to the man's eyes. His mouth never left her two

snow-white breasts, sucking on her tender red nipples. Each time, Ginko would cry out "Ah!"

The man's hands skillfully parted Ginko's two glistening labia, his middle finger rubbing

irregularly Clear fluid slowly flowed from her pink vulva, wetting the sheets beneath them. The man

knelt between Ginko's legs, one hand supporting her snow-white buttocks, the middle finger of his other hand searching for the source of lust in the moist

crevice . Suddenly, Ginko cried out loudly, and the man's middle finger plunged completely into

her pink vulva. The finger lingered inside for a moment, then slowly withdrew, bringing out even more lustful fluid. The man

squinted at Ginko's disheveled hair, then mercilessly inserted his finger again, eliciting another lustful

cry from Ginko. His thrusts became faster and faster, and Yinzi's cries grew louder and louder. She seemed to have forgotten I

was even there.

The man suddenly withdrew, seeing Yinzi's vagina trembling unwillingly. He

put his middle finger, dripping with Yinzi's fluids, into her mouth. Yinzi licked and sucked it with her tender tongue. The man smiled mockingly.

He quickly stripped off his clothes, his erect penis suddenly springing out, radiating

a sinister bluish-purple light.

"Beg me, beg me to fuck you," the man said coldly, a bloodthirsty smile in his eyes.

"Please..." Yinzi still couldn't utter the words "fuck me," her body

trembling under his caresses.

The man didn't speak. He picked up Yinzi and laid her face down on the bed. He pressed his large hand against her plump buttocks,

and suddenly , he inserted his index and middle fingers into Yinzi's glistening vagina. It was clear he was inserting them forcefully, and then he quickly

rubbed in and out, making lewd "plop, plop" sounds. Drops of her vaginal fluid, drawn out by his fingers, dripped onto the bed.

On the sheet, Ginko's long hair cascaded down her back and shoulders, her eyes unfocused and glazed. She moaned and groaned

, each sound louder than the last…

“Beg me!” the man commanded.

“Please…” Ginko repeated.

“Beg me for what?” the man said, inserting three fingers into Ginko's vagina. He didn't pull them

out, but instead let them wriggle inside, more and more vaginal fluid dripping down his hands… “Please fuck me!” Ginko screamed, unable to bear it any longer, gripping the sheets tightly, her body trembling

before the man . 　　The man seemed satisfied, aiming his erection at her slippery vagina and thrusting in hard. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together. He pulled out hard, then thrust in again, repeating his movements. His hands gripped Ginko's slender waist; each thrust of his flat stomach slammed against her snow-white buttocks “slap, slap” sound. Yinzi swayed her body to the man's rhythm, her two drooping breasts bobbing restlessly. The man thrust faster and faster into her most vulnerable spot, causing copious amounts of vaginal fluid to overflow from her vulva, some dripping onto the sheets, others sliding down Yinzi's plump thighs... 　　The man's fingers circled her waist, playing with Yinzi's slippery labia and swollen clitoris. He thrust harder and harder with his erect penis, and she swayed weaker and weaker, yet moaned louder and louder, only able to be supported by the man's strength as she lay limp. Suddenly, Yinzi 's body 　　tensed up, tears welling in her eyes, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. The man seemed to understand and chuckled, thrusting faster and faster, repeating his movements over and over. Suddenly, he groaned, his body stiffening for a moment, then he pulled the limp, cotton-like Yinzi down onto the bed a bunch of tissues, probably cleaning up, but unfortunately, his back was to me, so I didn't see anything. He then threw the used tissues on Yinzi. Through the man's shadow, I saw pure white fluid flowing from the center of Yinzi's swollen petals... I 　　watched a free porn movie, the price being almost suffocating in the closet. The tense, high-spirited emotions, the poor ventilation, and the passion outside made me feel like I was about to explode. My mind was filled with erotic images, and the thought made my limbs weak; I didn't even have the strength to support myself. When Yinzi remembered me, I had been locked in the closet for two whole hours. From then on, I always felt awkward whenever I saw Yinzi, but she greeted me warmly as always. Maybe I was overthinking it. 　　My cousin came over; he's three months younger than me and attends a private junior high in another city, where he can directly enter the senior high without taking an exam. He's always the most worried member of the family. He's the one who says he never causes trouble; trouble always comes to him. What can he do? Sigh… Every time he comes to my house, he monopolizes my computer, and I have to help him with his holiday homework. He says that's the only use I have for him. 　　This day, as usual, he was furiously typing away in my study while I was drawing on the balcony. He answered a phone call. I didn't hear what he said before, only the last sentence, "I 'll be right there " and then he left in a hurry without saying a word. That's my cousin— to put it nicely, carefree; to put it bluntly, irresponsible. 　　I went to my computer, intending to log into my QQ account, but suddenly noticed my cousin's QQ avatar was flashing incessantly . I guessed he'd left in a hurry and only minimized QQ, not closed it. Hehe, all my mischievous tendencies surfaced immediately—he always bullies me… 　　I double-clicked an avatar, and the chat window simply displayed two words: "88". So frustrating! I randomly picked a cute-looking avatar and opened the chat window, which read: "Don't be angry, okay? I'll show you, alright?" I thought, hehe, my chance has come! 　　"Whatever~" is my cousin's most common phrase, and this time I said it for him, hehe~ "Okay, I'll show you," the girl replied, simultaneously sending a video request. 　　"But I didn't peek this time!" I said truthfully, I really didn't. " 　　It's okay, you showed me last time, I'll show you this time, otherwise you'll get angry again." the girl said. It seems my cousin is usually quite possessive of girls. 　　"Okay," I typed, accepting the video call request. 　　A moment later, a girl with long hair appeared in the video window. She was quite pretty, but not as cute as I had imagined. She was wearing a pink shirt, but I couldn't see her lower body. Her hair was naturally tied up and draped over her shoulder. 　　"So pretty," I typed. 　　"Pervert!" the girl replied. Pervert? Hehe, I'm a pervert. I could hear her typing and the South Korean pop music she was playing. 　　"Hehe~" I didn't know what to say, so I just chuckled to appease her. Actually, I was afraid that if I said too much, she would find out I wasn't my cousin. 　　"You're so cold to me today, are you frigid?" The girl really doesn't hold back when it comes to saying things. 　　"Actually, don't be fooled by my usual enthusiasm, I... I'm sick." I said deliberately in a pitiful tone, hehe, poor cousin. 　　"No way, you're kidding, right~" the girl replied incredulously. 　　"Fine, I knew you wouldn't believe me. Nobody can understand me. I'm logging off." I said, still trying to provoke her. 　　"No, I understand you. It's so pitiful. How could this happen?" The girl was quite kind. "I 　　have psychological trauma. It's been like this for half a year..." I made up a reason. 　　After that, she asked me a bunch of questions, like whether I'd seen a doctor or something, and I patiently "answered" them all. Of course, none of them were helpful to my cousin. 　　"Really no feeling?" She had asked me this question three times already. 　　"Yeah, no." I answered affirmatively. 　　Suddenly, her figure disappeared from the camera's view. It didn't disconnect; she must have covered herself with something. After a very short while, she reappeared. I saw her kneeling on a chair, wearing a very short and tight denim skirt. 　　"Let me help you be a man again~" Her voice came from the computer. I was startled. No...

"Well, this time it's really gone too far." I typed, "I'm afraid you'll regret it."

I saw her smile. The monitor showed her profile; she was kneeling on the chair,

rubbing her breasts against the back, her little bottom swaying. I was shocked, unsure what to do. Interrupting now would be too

hurtful to her self-esteem. I sat stiffly in front of the computer, staring blankly at the screen. The girl was

swaying her body on the chair to the rhythm of the music, slowly placing one hand on the back of the chair, while the other hand

grabbed one breast through her shirt and kneaded it irregularly. Suddenly, the screen and music froze

for a moment . When I saw her again, she was sitting on the chair, both hands slipping under the hem of her shirt

, caressing her breasts. The already tight shirt was stretched even tighter by her moving hands. She slowly twisted

her waist, one hand still kneading inside her shirt, while the other reached out and began to slowly unbutton her

shirt. Soon, her pink sheer bra came into view, revealing her full breasts barely concealed beneath, and

her two grape-sized nipples were vaguely visible.

The image froze again—once more visible was her upper body, clad only in a bra and

a denim skirt shortened by sitting down; her shirt was nowhere to be seen. One hand teased her sensitive nipples, while the other

stroked her thigh along the hem of her denim skirt. The music suddenly increased in volume. Her mouth was slightly open,

her face flushed, but soon her face disappeared from view, the screen filled with her two full breasts. She

had somehow obtained some water; her wet fingers circled her areolas through her bra. The already transparent bra

offered no coverage, and her nipples slowly hardened beneath.

Suddenly, the bra loosened, and her two snow-white breasts practically bounced out,

trembling a few times as they landed on the table. She cupped her two full breasts in each hand, lowered her head, and

licked her nipples vigorously with her pink tongue. Deep breathing could be heard coming from the computer

. She glanced up at the monitor, cupped her breast with her left hand, letting her nipple

peek out from between her index and middle fingers. She must have used considerable force, as her breasts were red from rubbing. She pushed her chair back

slightly, allowing me to see her right hand moving inside her tight skirt…

Her legs were spread apart, resting on the armrests of the chair, her short skirt pulled up to her waist. Her left hand pushed down her

panties , revealing a patch of dark pubic hair. Her right hand was inside, caressing herself. The narrow panties

couldn't conceal her full, soft breasts, and her slender fingers slowly moving… She let out a low

moan, calling her cousin's name on QQ, probably fantasizing that it was her cousin caressing her.

She used her cute fingers to pull her panties to one side, allowing the fingers that had been caressing her through them

to come into intimate contact with her glistening labia. Each time her fingers stirred, her body trembled with ecstasy.

The downy hairs around her vulva were wet, some clinging to her thighs, others resting on her labia. Her slender fingers would

sometimes part the soft outer labia, revealing pink petals and a small opening constantly oozing clear nectar

… At other times, she would plunge her fingers into her overflowing vulva, while her other fingers kneaded

her labia. Her fingers were covered in her own slippery love juice, and the chair beneath her was soaked. She slowly

raised her legs and leaned over the chair, this time with her back to the computer. She presented her private parts to the camera, her

snow-white buttocks raised high, her soaked panties revealing the shape of her swollen labia. One hand supported her

buttocks, while the fingers of the other hand rubbed against the deep crevice of her flesh through her panties, tracing her softness…

She pulled the sides of her panties tightly against her body. Pulling down her panties, I could see

a , tightly closed, yet surrounded by moisture. Between her closed labia,

a small, somewhat unruly petal peeked out. She gave up pulling down her panties and eagerly

inserted her slender fingers into her yearning vulva. A large amount of nectar trapped inside gushed out as her labia were suddenly

parted , flowing like a clear spring down her thighs, even the panties stuck to her thighs couldn't hold it back,

sliding down and disappearing onto the chair…

She moaned softly, her small hands gripping her buttocks tightly, letting

the fingers of her other small hand knead her most tender spot… moving in and out of her vulva, each withdrawal

bringing out more clear fluid. “Looking good, darling!” The sudden male

voice startled me, making me fall off the chair. Only my cousin would call me that.

"Hey, I... um... hehe~" Even though I wasn't the one who did the wrong thing, I

stammered .

My cousin casually sat down in the chair I had just sat in, watching the passionate scene on the screen, and pursed his lips, saying,

"That thirsty woman is so ugly!"

I looked at my cousin in surprise, not because of his taste, but because of his supposed

chastity . This stimulating scene was making my blood vessels burst, but my cousin was so indifferent. I covered

my mouth with my hand, glaring at him. "Don't look at me, I'm not impotent, I've just seen too much.

You can leave now." My cousin squinted at me, issuing an order to leave.

I glared at him resentfully and slowly walked towards the door. If it weren't for me, how would he have seen such a sensual

scene?

"You're walking so slowly, are you planning to watch me masturbate later?" My cousin said in a serious but inappropriate tone. It

took me a long time to react, then I suddenly realized what he meant and fled towards the door…

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