[The Story I Had to Tell My Childhood Friend] Author: 8810468

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The Story I Had to Tell with My Childhood Friend
Author: 8810468
I remember when I first met her, neither of us was in elementary school yet. At that time, she lived next door to us, separated only by a narrow alleyway barely wide enough for two people. Every summer, the shade of that alleyway 　　brought endless comfort
to us mischievous children . 　　My first impression of her is somewhat hazy; I only remember that she was thin, with prominent collarbones, and 　　unusually long, slender fingers. Her dark skin wasn't particularly attractive, but rather gave off a sunny and cheerful 　　vibe. However, her slender frame seemed as if a gust of wind could easily blow her away. She wasn't very talkative, 　　and would give a characteristic smile to everyone she met. Yet, her smile left a deep impression, like the air 　　filled with water—comfortable and lingering. She was very polite and good at talking to adults, which made us, the either 　　mischievous or taciturn children, incredibly envious. It also gave this girl, not yet six years old, a 　　very quiet and unassuming air. 　　When we reached school age, we went to the same elementary school. Every morning, I would habitually hear her calling me to go to 　　school, and then we would walk together along the familiar road to school. The pebbles in front of our house would often be 　　kicked all the way to the school gate by the two of us, sometimes laughing, sometimes silent. 　　Time paved the way for our friendship, step by step. 　　As we grew up, we both changed. Due to family factors, I became increasingly quiet and reserved, but 　　she blossomed into a beautiful and gentle school beauty, like the ugly duckling 　　. One of us was a loner, while the other was always surrounded by many friends. But no matter what, we still 　　went to school and came home together, rain or shine. 　　In university, she went to Changchun, and I went to Taiyuan. The distance increased, but we kept in touch. She would always tell me about her 　　life: how she was voted the class beauty by her classmates, how she saw a handsome guy in a white shirt at the basketball court, how she 　　was dating him, how she slept with him… 　　That day, I drank too much… 　　During the Spring Festival holiday in my freshman year, we chatted on QQ. For some reason, I don't know what was going 　　on, we started talking about sex. She said she had broken up with the handsome guy in the white shirt. 　　The reason for the breakup was dramatic, a bit like a Korean drama: he cheated on her, and the person he cheated on her with was her best friend. 　　After I comforted her for a while, she asked me, "Haven't you dated anyone in the past six months?" I replied, "No, what girl 　　would even look at me…" "So that means you're still a virgin? Hehe…" "Of course…" I 　　replied speechlessly. But, for some inexplicable reason, I typed an extra sentence: "Unlike you, haha, why don't you 　　teach me?" She was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Sure, aren't Uncle and Aunt home?" "Yeah, they both went out of town today 　　and haven't come back..." I typed unconsciously. "I'm coming over now, open the door!" 　　She arrived, still so beautiful. From the moment I opened the door and saw her, my eyes couldn't leave 　　her. Her open white down jacket couldn't hide her firm breasts and slender waist. She 　　wore light blue jeans that perfectly accentuated her long legs and pert buttocks. Her hair 　　was a little damp, as if she had just washed it. Her delicate face, though without makeup, was stunningly beautiful. Her large, 　　expressive eyes blinked as she stared at me. "What are you looking at! If you keep looking, I'm leaving! Come inside!" Clearly, 　　she was startled by my staring. "Aren't you going to take a shower? I just finished!" In a daze 　　, I took the fastest shower of my life. When I returned to my bedroom, she had already climbed into bed, playing on her phone. 　　The thick down comforter only partially covered her body; the rest was mostly exposed. The vast expanse of white before me 　　made me dizzy and disoriented. Time seemed to stand still. I didn't move, perhaps afraid to move, or perhaps I 　　had truly forgotten how to begin. "Silly boy, come on up first!!" She was a little shy, her fair face as if 　　painted with two strokes of rosy makeup. Her coquettish tone made my nose bleed profusely, and an incredibly hot flame 　　burned from my lower abdomen all the way to my chest and brain. Like a baby who had just learned to walk, I 　　toddled onto the bed and crawled under the covers. "Hiss..." I held that soft hand in my hand, and my first feeling was, 　　ah, so this is what it feels like to touch a woman's breasts. 　　Although it was my first time, I often browsed the sis forum, so I 　　knew the general process of what to do next. I slowly pressed my body against hers, looking into her eyes, afraid of hurting her. 　　My knees were still slightly on the bed, and I kissed her face somewhat awkwardly, slowly moving down, down, until I kissed 　　her firm breasts, sucking on her pink nipples, my eyes looking up at her face, that 　　beautiful face I had longed for. My gaze continued downwards, and I saw her pubic area slightly raised, with a few 　　sparse hairs on her mons pubis, and below that, two thick labia, the labia minora in the middle being pink and slightly parted to the sides 　　. "Don't look!" She seemed to suddenly wake up, covering her genitals with her hands and turning to the side. I took a deep breath 　　and said, "Weren't you going to teach me...?" She was silent for a moment, then turned around and said coquettishly, "You seem quite 　　skilled! You said you'd never done this before, you were lying to me, weren't you!" "No, I've only seen it before, have 　　n't I? I've watched plenty of Japanese adult films, you know!!" I quickly clarified. "Okay, 　　then... then you can improvise..." After saying that, she closed her eyes, looking shy and submissive. 　　I pressed down on her again, still carefully, kissing her face, her earlobe, sucking on her nipple, 　　gently and slowly kneading her fair breasts, slowly stimulating her. "Can I go in now?" I 　　whispered in her ear. "Mmm!" Her slightly closed, proud eyes and beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, 　　a blush spreading across her cheeks and neck, and she gave a shy, soft moan. 　　I knelt beneath her, gently parting her long, slender, white legs. Between her snow-white thighs, 　　hidden by sparse pubic hair, was a shy, date-shaped vulva, 　　unlike any of the young women I'd seen in adult films. It was white, tender, pink, and delicate, with tiny, almost nonexistent labia, shyly parted.

At both ends, and in the middle, a pink fleshy opening, already marked with slippery wetness at the entrance. Of course, in
front of this girl who willingly gave her body to me, with such a beautiful and shapely figure, any words would be powerless. Gently
, aiming at her little hole, I slowly entered, feeling as if I had entered such a warm place.
"Slow...slow down..." she gasped, gently pushing me away with a little resistance. It was in, completely in
, as if it were an innate instinct, I thrust in and out involuntarily. Gradually, she took the initiative to hug
me tightly, her slender, beautiful legs wrapped around my waist, letting me press down on her body and make piston-like movements, wantonly playing with
every part of her body, "Ah...hum...um...ah," ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...!!! She
tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned softly. The sounds of her pleasure emanated from her slightly nasal voice; though
not as melodious and sweet as some girls', they possessed a different kind of allure. Her
moans grew louder and more rapid, and her body trembled more and more intensely.
Looking at her expression, I suddenly felt entranced, forgetting what I was doing,
just staring at that face, the face pressing down on me.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a shiver ran down my back, and I uncontrollably ejaculated
deep inside her, without any hesitation. I held her tightly, and she held me tightly too,
trembling violently, like a leaf turning in the wind. I had never experienced such overwhelming pleasure, beyond the reach of any of my senses.
The euphoric feeling was irresistible, like soaring to the heavens one second and plunging into the sea the next,
swirling between highs and lows, shifting between hot and cold. It was the effect of hormones secreted by the pituitary gland spreading throughout my body,
the most primal, genuine, thorough, and intense form of human pleasure.
A woman's pleasure lasts a little longer, but not as long as the long journey of life. I don't know how
long we held each other, until I limply withdrew from her body. After she cleaned herself with tissues, we embraced again.
We didn't speak, didn't exchange glances, just held each other with our eyes closed, just like that!
The next day she left, very early, so early I wasn't even awake. When I woke up, only the
still-warm sheets remained beside me.
Life went on normally afterward. I was me, alone; she was her, alone. We were still childhood friends,
still friends, but a casual smile when we met seemed to reveal how different we were in each other's hearts.
But, it was as if that one-night stand had opened my eyes. After that, I was never single again. I
always had a few female friends, and sometimes I would jokingly mention to him, "Oh,
I found another girlfriend today!" She would scoff and say, "Oh, changed again... Show me a picture!
See how good-looking your new one is! Is she as pretty as me?" He would occasionally tell me about the handsome guys he saw on the basketball court or in
the study room, who was pursuing him today, and who he wanted to break up with tomorrow. I
would also scoff and say, "Are they as handsome as me?" However, for some reason, we tacitly agreed that we
never talked about anything related to "sex"
again .

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