[First Love, Lover, Friend] Author: Unknown

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First Love, Lover, Friend
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 3714
In high school, I was a handsome boy, 180cm tall. Many girls liked me,
but I ignored most of them. However, this girl, Xiaoxin, was special. What made her special was that she didn't show any interest in me; she was neither warm
nor cold. This piqued my curiosity, and I started to approach her. She was an average student, so our seats were far apart
, as our seating was arranged according to exam scores. During breaks, I would intentionally or unintentionally
chat with classmates near her seat, discussing study methods, etc. Gradually, she also became interested in my study methods
, and we started chatting together. We slowly became familiar with each other. When I had free time, I would go to her seat and wait for her to ask me
questions, and I would patiently answer them for her. Our feelings deepened. After evening self-study
, we would intentionally stay a little longer to discuss some issues in the classroom. After most of the other students had left, we would start talking about
things unrelated to studies—family, hobbies, and who was in a relationship. Whenever we talked about who was dating
, she would blush slightly and nervously turn her face away. Seeing that the time was right, I confessed my feelings to her. She
was surprised and asked, "Why me? You're so outstanding? I can't believe it."
I said, "I like down-to-earth, ambitious girls. I don't like
vain girls who focus on dressing up and getting compliments. You're exactly what I like." And so we started dating. As always, we
stayed late after evening self-study sessions. Of course, we started kissing and hugging. Every time I hugged her, I had an erection
. When I hugged her, my little brother would try to pop out. I was terrified, afraid she would notice
something was wrong, so I always hugged her sideways. Men are naturally lustful, and I started thinking about how to get her.
Every Saturday and Sunday, I would invite her to my house, ostensibly to study together. My parents wouldn't object to studying
and were happy to provide a quiet environment for us. One weekend, when my parents were away, I saw my chance.
I hugged her and started kissing her. She hugged me back, and our tongues intertwined in our mouths. I slipped
my hand inside her clothes, and she trembled violently. She grabbed my hand, her face flushed, and said no.
I said it was just touching, we wouldn't do anything inappropriate. She loosened her grip slightly, and I took the opportunity to forcefully slip my hand inside her bra
. Her breasts weren't large; I could easily hold one in my hand. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman, and my penis quickly became engorged, hard and erect
. Wearing my jeans, the pressure was painful. I vigorously stroked her breasts back and forth. She started
to react, her eyes narrowed, and she began to moan softly. My hand slowly moved down, intending to slip it over her belt and
into her genitals. I reached inside and touched her panties. Just as I was about to slip my fingers inside, she
refused to let me go any further, saying, "We're still young, let's wait until we're older." I said, "I feel uncomfortable."
She said that wouldn't do either; her first time was to be given to her man, and we could talk about it after marriage. I had already touched a little pubic
hair. I was so impatient and uncomfortable. She gripped my belt tightly with one hand and pulled my hand with the other.
How could a delicate girl have such strength? My hand was pinched painfully, so I gave up. I
tried several more times during middle school, but without success. I thought maybe she really was a virgin and had conservative ideas.
Later, after the college entrance exam, I went to a good university in a provincial capital city in the south, while she went to a
vocational college in a small city in the north. We were separated by distance, our feelings gradually faded, and we broke up.
Years later, we met again. I didn't know whether to feel joy or sorrow. I was joyful to
see my first love again, but sorrowful because I felt so defeated back then. My expression probably betrayed some sorrow, and she
awkwardly made small talk with me, saying, "What are you doing here?" I said, "I need to
see your boss." She said, "The boss is in a meeting. Why don't you sit in my office for a while?" So I went into her
office.
In her office, I snapped out of my nervous memories and began to observe her every detail.
She no longer had the youthful glow of her younger days; now she possessed the allure of a mature woman, or as they say, she had a certain charm. She wore
light makeup and had a distinctly elegant air, emanating a subtle, captivating fragrance. She was wearing a low-cut dress.
I was stunned. She laughed and said, "If you keep looking, it'll get stuck in your eyes." Embarrassed, I looked away
.
A little while later, my boss returned, and I went to his office to discuss work. When I left, I went to her office to get her
phone number and QQ number, then left with my colleague. On the way back to the office, my colleague asked me, "Who was that?
Do you know how obvious your lecherous look was?" I replied, embarrassed, "My ex-girlfriend."
When I got to the office, I called her and said I didn't expect to see her again and wanted to invite her to lunch.
She readily agreed, and we arranged to have lunch together the next day. I would pick her up from the office. I
dressed up carefully for this occasion. After work at noon, I drove to her workplace to wait for her. To my delight, she had also
dressed up carefully before coming to see me. I had a vague feeling: there was hope!
We went to a Sichuan restaurant; I knew she liked spicy food. She said happily, "You haven't
forgotten I like spicy food?" I said, "Of course." We ate and chatted, and when we talked about how she was already married
, I stared at her in surprise, speechless for a long time, my disappointment evident. She noticed my disappointment and
murmured, head bowed, "We were destined to be apart." I noticed her eyes were moist; she still held
a place for me deep in her heart. Since things were like this, let's just be good friends. There was nothing we could do about it. From then on, we kept in touch frequently
.
Once, after a class reunion, it was still early, and the classmates all said they wanted to go out and have some more fun. We tacitly made an
excuse to slip away. I drove her, not taking her home, but directly to a remote, sparsely populated suburb.
We kissed passionately in the car. I roughly pulled off her clothes, unhooked her bra
, and greedily kissed her breasts, which were still small. She moaned softly, that familiar moaning sound. Unlike before, I wasn't cautious.
I reached straight into her panties and touched her already moist labia. My fingers slipped inside;
her vagina was so soft and resilient. I started to dig in, two fingers, three fingers. She cried out wildly, her cries...
It started to get bigger. I couldn't care less anymore. I pulled down her pants, then pulled mine down to her knees.
As I was about to enter her, she grabbed my head and hair, hysterically yelling, "Why didn't you
show up sooner? Where were you?" She started crying, crying so hard, her fists hitting me. A pang of
pain shot through me. It turned out we still loved each other. I couldn't continue. We just stood there awkwardly, silently
. She put on her clothes and started telling me about her life. I listened quietly, smoking. She talked about her husband. She said
they were very happy when they first got married. Every time her husband came back from a business trip, he would rush in and have sex with her without even taking off his clothes
. But after a while, he lost interest in sex, sometimes going a month or two without it. Sometimes she
would cry in frustration and masturbate. I held her tightly, unable to say a word. Her husband called, urging her to come home, so I
took her home. On the way home, she asked me if I really wanted her. I said yes, I did a few years ago, and
even more so now. She said she'd wait for her call, and I said okay. I took her home and went home too.
Life seemed normal, busy with work every day, but I waited anxiously for
her call. I was making a mistake, letting her make a mistake. The call came. She said she was free Saturday night, and we
should go take a bath in the afternoon. She wanted to give it to me this Saturday. I excitedly agreed.
Saturday came. I took a bath in the afternoon, picked her up from the bathhouse where she bathed, ate a quick
meal outside, and drove to that place again. I didn't dare go to a hotel, afraid of being arrested by the police, and also afraid of running into acquaintances.
This time, I really wanted her. I didn't feel the same impulse as before. I smoked, avoiding eye contact as we talked.
Then, I made a snap decision, threw away the cigarette, and leaned close to her. Looking into her eyes, her eyes told me she longed for me, she needed
me. We hugged tightly, kissing each other excitedly. I slowly stroked her shoulders and arms.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed her earlobe, her favorite spot. I slowly licked her earlobe with my tongue
, reached down to touch her breasts, and my fingers kept playing with her nipples. She moaned softly. I unbuckled her belt
, pulled down the edge of her panties, and slipped my hand inside. Her pubic hair was thick; she wasn't the girl she used to be. My fingers
teased her labia, and my middle finger gently rubbed her clitoris. She was a sensitive woman; she cried out, "Ahhh!"
and her juices flowed freely, so much that it wet my fingers.
She started to grab my penis and gently rub it through my pants. I was already incredibly hard. I unbuckled my belt, revealing my
already restless member, and brought it to her mouth. She took it in without hesitation, her little
tongue constantly teasing my nerves. My penis felt like it was about to burst from her ministrations. I couldn't help but put my hands
around her back, sliding them down her buttocks and inserting two fingers directly into her vagina, bending and pressing against the vaginal
walls. In her words, it didn't need to be too stimulating; she was very sensitive. Indeed, her juices flowed continuously. Her face was slightly
flushed as she looked at me and said, "Come in, I can't take it anymore." So I placed her on the seat, pressed her onto the "makeshift
bed," and rubbed her clitoris with my swollen, purplish glans. She grabbed my penis,
looked at me with fiery eyes, and tried to shove it into her vagina. I had already lost my senses; without hesitation, I thrust in directly, all the way to the bottom.
She let out a comfortable "Ah!" The feeling of penetration was truly amazing.
I began thrusting without restraint, the "slap slap" sounds echoing, mingling with her unrestrained cries,
filling the entire car with lewd moans. We changed positions; unfortunately, Xiaoxin didn't know the woman-on-top position, so we had to go doggy style. To
my delight, although her breasts were small, her buttocks were incredibly beautiful and the perfect size. Looking at her snow-white,
large buttocks, I reached in and squeezed hard twice. I mounted her, gripping her buttocks with both hands, and quickly
thrust in and out a dozen times before plunging in deeply and forcefully. She seemed to have been in a long time,
moaning uncontrollably, no longer just groans, but passionate cries. Stimulated by these cries, I thrust in and out quickly and
deeply. Suddenly, she stopped holding onto the back seat and leaned forward,
gripping my hands tightly behind her back. Her cries were rapid, and her body trembled slightly. I knew she had climaxed, and I was excitedly about to ejaculate.
As I was about to pull out to ejaculate, she cried out, "Don't pull out, just ejaculate inside!" I lost my mind;
my throbbing penis pressed against her vaginal walls, and several streams of hot semen shot deep inside her. I lay on her back,
panting heavily. She excitedly said, "You were so fast! How are you so good?" I pretended to be angry and
said, "I already knew that when you asked me to do it years ago!" We
wiped ourselves with tissues from the car, not rushing to put on our clothes, and lay down on the car seats. I smoked
, and she climbed over, leaning on my shoulder, chatting while her little hands restlessly stroked my penis. After a while,
seeing that my penis was getting a little aroused again, she asked me, "Can we do it again?" I said, "Sure, it depends on
your skills." She buried her head and started giving me oral sex; she was quite skilled. After a while, I got up again and ejaculated on her again
before we both got dressed. We drove straight to buy emergency contraception, and she took it. From then on, I always used
a condom during sex, afraid of getting pregnant.
I got married and had my own children, so we gradually saw each other less as we got busy with our own families,
but we're still very good friends.

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