Pre-wedding story

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I've known her since junior high, over ten years now. I've always had feelings for her, we were practically inseparable, but various twists of fate prevented us from getting together. I remember when we graduated from junior high, we had a class reunion. No one went home that night because we were all going our separate ways, so many classmates drank. She and I didn't drink much that day. We'd had feelings for each other for a while, but that night, I don't know if I neglected her, she seemed really down and even cried. I went to her room and comforted her until she went to sleep. We slept in the same bed. Honestly, it was the first time I'd ever slept in the same bed with a girl. Those of you guys probably understand that feeling—it's irresistible. My penis kept getting hard, pressing against hers every now and then. She probably noticed, but didn't say anything. You think the show's about to begin, and you start fantasizing about what happens next? Sorry, you'll be disappointed. I said no, I can't do this, and I left. And that was the end of it. And so, our relationship continued on and off throughout high school and into our senior year of college. During that time, I also found a girlfriend and we lost touch.
When I was about to graduate, my father was hospitalized due to a work-related accident, and I went back to my hometown to take care of him. Quite by chance, I ran into her on the street. Because our feelings hadn't faded, our brief conversation rekindled that special feeling within us. That night, because I rushed back, my home wasn't ready, and I had nowhere to stay. Spending the night in the hospital would be very uncomfortable; anyone who's stayed with their father in the hospital can understand. She asked if I had a place to stay, and I said I'd probably have to stay at the hospital with my dad that night. She suggested I come stay at her place, saying she was currently sharing an apartment with a friend and could give me her room. I instantly felt a glimmer of hope, but didn't think much of it. That night, I took a taxi to her apartment building, and she came down to meet me. It was a little awkward when we met, since it was already past 11 pm. Because it was quite dark when I went in, I didn't notice what she was wearing. Only after entering the room did I realize she was wearing a white nightgown, and more importantly, she wasn't wearing any pajamas. I could clearly see her nipples protruding from the white fabric, probably a B-cup. But I couldn't resist, so I found a stool and sat down, too embarrassed to move. We chatted about this and that for a bit. Her roommates hadn't returned yet, and I asked her why she was so late. She said the school was having an event in a couple of days and she was busy setting up, so it was a bit late. I asked if her roommates knew I was staying there, and she said no, because her roommates hadn't arrived yet. I said, "Won't it seem awkward if I'm here when she gets back? That wouldn't be good." She asked what to do, and I suggested I sleep on the floor in her room while she slept on the bed, since they all had to get up early for school the next day. This would also avoid making her roommates uncomfortable with a guy suddenly staying there. She thought about it and agreed. I
went to take a shower, and she helped me make the bed. When I came back into the room, I found her already lying on the bed. I told her I was going to bed so early, and she said she needed to get up early the next morning. I said okay, then I won't talk to her too much. After drying my hair, I turned off the light. The moment the light went out, the atmosphere in the room became more ambiguous. I knew she wasn't asleep, and she knew I wasn't asleep either; we were both glued to our phones. After about ten minutes, she texted me, asking if I was asleep. I replied no. She asked why I wasn't asleep, and I replied that I didn't know why I suddenly couldn't sleep. Then she quietly asked if I slept on the floor. I said I was fine, as long as I had somewhere to sleep. She suggested I come up to sleep, saying we could share a bed. I said that wouldn't be a good idea; I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. She said, "Didn't you control yourself ten years ago?" Hearing her bring that up suddenly made me feel like a thousand horses were galloping inside. I said things were different now. I was young and naive back then, but now I'm older, and I'm not a virgin anymore. I still got into bed, and she made room for me on half of the bed. I lay down against the wall. I said, "Let's go to sleep, everyone's busy tomorrow."
(At this point, some of you might be thinking, "Damn, I've already taken my pants off, why aren't you getting to the point yet?" Here I want to say, this is my real experience, and I want to write the whole process in detail. Otherwise, it's just about sex right from the start, all sorts of intense fucking, and then... ah... ah... ah, it's not interesting at all. You might as well read a novel, the kind that satisfies you.)
A few more minutes passed, and she turned around, nudged me, and asked if I was asleep. She knew I wasn't asleep, and I said no. She asked what I was doing, and I said I was reminiscing about the past ten years we've known each other. She said, "Can you tell me about it? I want to know what I'm like in your heart." I told her many, many of our past experiences, and she listened, occasionally reminiscing with me. Somehow, the conversation drifted to sex (that's the main point). I mentioned that I started having sex with my current girlfriend after graduating high school, but she's a bit frigid, so I haven't been able to satisfy her. She said she's never had sex before and is still a virgin. At that moment, my penis got hard instantly, so hard it was painful. I mentioned that many girls experience excruciating pain the first time because it often happens between boyfriends and girlfriends. The guy just goes in and thrusts, ejaculating in a minute or two before the girl even has a chance to adjust. That's why girls don't have a good impression of their first time. I said it's best for girls to have an experienced guy for their first time; it reduces pain and allows for a better experience of pleasure.
She suddenly looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Do you really like me?" Without thinking, I replied, "Yes, I really do." And it was the truth. She said she wanted to try it out and see if it was really that good. I didn't immediately press my penis against her; I just said, "Are you serious? Once you take this step, there's no going back." She nodded seriously, and I knew she really wanted it. I said, "Let's take it slow, starting with the initial flirting. If you can't handle it, just tell me to stop."
Since we were already open about it, I pulled her close and kissed her passionately, a kiss so intense it felt like we were both suffocating. Then I started touching her breasts. You can imagine how comfortable it felt to touch them while wearing a silky nightgown. She started making soft sounds, responding to my actions. Her breasts felt amazing to the touch. I said, "Your breasts are so big, how big are they?" She said, "About a C cup." I said, "Your breasts are the best I've ever touched." She shyly replied, "Really? You can touch them more, because they feel so good." Then, while my other hand was on her breasts, I started to explore her genitals. After just one touch, she clamped my hand between her legs and said, "No, it's so uncomfortable, so itchy, I can't take it anymore." I didn't stop and asked her if she could continue, because it's always like this at first, and you'll gradually enjoy the pleasure of the touch. Knowing I'd been given permission, I slowly undressed her. She was genuinely nervous, not faking it; her hands gripped me tightly, and I could feel her trembling.
Just as I touched her with my fingers, I heard the sound of a key unlocking the door outside. Without a second thought, her roommate was back. I quickly covered her mouth with mine, terrified her roommate would hear. She pushed me away slightly, and we both froze, afraid to make a sound. We listened quietly to the sounds outside. Her roommate closed the door, changed her shoes, and then asked, "Are you asleep? The school is really something, always having to put on these events, and with such a grand spectacle. It's exhausting for us teachers. We're busy teaching, and now we're working overtime for free on this stuff." When there was no response, she went to her room and knocked, calling her name several times. We were both panicked. I quickly covered myself with the blanket, terrified she'd open the door and see a strange man in bed with her best friend. The most thrilling part was what happened next. Hearing her friend turn the doorknob, she jumped up quickly, straightened her skirt, and was now completely naked – no bra, it was obvious without even a close look. Pretending to be woken up, she rubbed her eyes, then opened the door a crack and told her friend, "I was asleep, why are you so late, waking me up?" Because the light wasn't on, her friend couldn't see me under the covers. My palms were sweating with nervousness. They chatted about school outside, while I remained quietly under the covers. I felt incredibly excited and tense, like something out of a movie – so thrilling!
A few minutes later, I heard her tell her friend, "I'm going to sleep now. There's fruit in the fridge, take care of it yourself, just give it to me at six." Then she quickly went into her room and closed the door. Oh my god, I immediately jumped out of bed, stood next to her, and whispered in her ear, "Your friend didn't notice anything, did she?" She sighed and said she didn't notice, but I was so nervous just now, I was really afraid her friend would see and I wouldn't know how to explain. I said, "So what do we do now, go to sleep or..." She thought for a moment, probably having tasted the sweetness, and said we could continue, but we couldn't make a sound. I said I wouldn't make a sound, but yours was a bit loud. She patted my chest and said, "It's all your fault." I kissed her directly, proving it with actions. Then I carried her to the bed. I said, "Can you touch my genitals? Because they're really hard, and I'm uncomfortable." She said she was scared, she'd never touched a guy's before. Looking at her shy expression, I really wanted to immediately mount her. Then I guided her to help me take off my pants, and slowly she did so. Her hand touched my already hard and purplish penis. She was so startled that she pulled her hand back, then smiled and said, "How come it's so big and hard? Are you guys always like this?" I said, "If it were like this all the time, that would be incredible. You can gently stroke it, and then use your hand to masturbate me." It was my first time masturbating a guy, and her technique was too clumsy, making it very painful because there was no saliva or lubrication. I was a little embarrassed to tell her this, so I said, "You can put some of your own saliva on it to masturbate me; that would make me feel better."
She did it somewhat reluctantly, indeed because she didn't know how. I said, "Actually, when we're together, we always use our mouths to lick each other's genitals. Because if you really want to be intimate with your partner and experience that feeling of oneness, you'll do anything for them in bed. But let's take it slow; you can help me next time." I said, "Let me give you oral sex," and she looked at me with hazy eyes and said, "No, I'm scared." I said it's okay, I'll take it slow, you'll feel good. I'd been stroking her with my hand, and she was already wet down there, really wet. The sheets and my hands were covered in her secretions.
Honestly, I've slept with several girls before, but she's the first one who's been this wet before we even started. The sheets were completely soaked, and she was already so wet before I even put my fingers in. I started kissing her slowly from above, trying to get her into that irresistible state while also helping her relax. I slowly and tentatively slipped one hand inside. It was really tight; my finger had only gone in a tiny bit when her legs clamped down on me, and I felt a spasm down there. I thought to myself, "This is only one finger, what will happen if I put in two?" After a while, she adjusted, and I continued to slowly, slowly, and gently insert my finger back and forth. After she adjusted again, I gradually pushed it in, really slowly. At this point, I felt a thin membrane blocking my path. I knew this must be her hymen; she really hadn't had sex with any other guys. At this point, I stopped and asked her if we could continue. She still said it was very uncomfortable and itchy, really itchy. The pain wasn't as bad anymore, but she didn't want me to use my fingers so hard, because it would hurt if I did.
I said, "Are you really sure? I'm going to insert my penis. After that, you'll be my woman, and you'll have given me your first time." She nodded very seriously. I knew she had given herself to me completely. I rubbed my penis against her mouth repeatedly to lubricate it, then aimed and inserted it. "Ah!!!" she screamed in pain, a really loud scream. I was really scared and stopped immediately. This immediately caught the attention of her friend, who quickly ran to the door to ask what was going on. She pressed her hand against my lower abdomen, afraid that I would lose control and insert it all at once. Then she quickly replied that a cockroach was crawling on her foot and she was scared. Her friend laughed and cried at the same time, saying, "Don't make such a fuss in the middle of the night, okay? The neighbors will think I've killed someone. Don't be crazy, go to sleep."
Then I saw tears streaming down her face; it really hurt for her first time. She sobbed softly, asking if we could stop, saying she didn't want to, it hurt too much, she couldn't take it anymore, and asked if we could do it again next time. It wasn't that I didn't want to; really, if I had stopped then, she would have been traumatized for life. Many girls are traumatized by their first time. I said I wouldn't move, I'd leave it inside. She said, "Promise me you won't move, it really hurts, I can't take it anymore."
I had no choice but to stop moving to comfort her, and slowly we continued kissing, one hand gently stroking her thigh. We maintained this most common position (man on top) for about ten minutes. Although I only penetrated a little, her mouth was gripping my penis tightly, and there was a slow, sucking sensation—it felt incredibly pleasurable.
With the gentle kisses and caresses, her vagina became increasingly wet.

I knew it was about time to continue, because I really couldn't stop now, or it would cause her lifelong psychological trauma. I asked her how she felt now, if we could continue. She nodded in agreement, but this time I wasn't as gentle as before. I thrust in halfway, feeling my penis clearly touch her hymen. Without lingering, I continued to push forward, instantly breaking through that thin barrier and reaching her hilt.
She gripped my back tightly with both hands, her legs clamping my thighs together. Large tears streamed down her face. She dared not cry out like before; from her actions, I knew she was in real pain. Suddenly, she cried and asked me, "Do you love me?" I replied that I loved her, that I always had. At that moment, I didn't let her pain subside before continuing; I didn't stop. At that moment, we both succumbed, madly succumbed. As the pain subsided, her pleasure intensified, and the love fluid mixed with blood was drawn out by my penis with each thrust, more and more of it. There was no tenderness, no gentle touches, just forceful, hard thrusts. Her soft moans gradually turned into loud ones. I didn't know if she was asleep beside me, and I didn't care at all, because the pleasure was too intense. Her lower body seemed to have a magical power, sucking my penis forcefully. I maintained this position for nearly 20 minutes. Suddenly, she gripped my waist tightly, responding to my thrusts... She said, "I really need to pee, I really need to pee, I feel like I can't hold it in anymore, brother, faster, faster, it feels so good, push harder and faster." Instantly, I felt a strong surge of heat from her uterus rushing towards my penis. She climaxed, and she climaxed a lot. It was the first time in my life I'd ever seen a woman climax. I felt her enter a state of unconsciousness, her body trembling and convulsing. After that, I experienced no less pleasure than she did; it was a pleasure of the mind, a pleasure of the soul, the sense of accomplishment was unparalleled.
Two minutes later, she recovered and said to me, "That felt so good, I felt like I was going to come." I said, "Your reaction just now scared me too. This is the first time I've ever seen a woman climax; I feel like I've found a treasure."
"Let's continue," I said, "but I haven't ejaculated yet." She tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time and even squirted. We tried many positions in the room, for about an hour. She came three times. Finally, I pressed her against the window, holding her head with one hand and pushing against her with the other, making a final, powerful thrust. I didn't ejaculate inside her, controlling it perfectly, and ejaculated all over her at once, a lot, a very exhilarating feeling. She could feel the intense pleasure I was experiencing on her. She didn't move, but after my pleasure subsided and I released the pressure from her, she collapsed onto the floor.
That was also the longest I've ever done, almost an hour and a half, from breaking her hymen to ejaculating. She was incredibly tight, which should have made me ejaculate faster, but instead, because she was so tight, it caused me a strange pain and suppressed my pleasure. I told her about this afterward, and she found it quite amazing. I gently helped her up, and she said her legs were completely weak and limp. She even asked if it's normal for both men and women to feel weak and unable to stand after sex.
After we finished and lay down, I checked my phone; it was past 2 AM, very late. I wondered if her friend was asleep, since we'd made so much noise—even someone with hearing impairments could hear her. I smiled awkwardly and said, "Your friend must have heard so much. What are you going to do? How are you going to explain this to her?"
What she told me next shocked me. She was getting married, the wedding was set for the second half of this year, but she and her fiancé had agreed that she would give him her virginity on their wedding day. She would explain to her friends that her fiancé had actually come over that night, and she couldn't resist, which was why she disturbed my rest.
I asked her why she wanted to give me her virginity, and she said it was because she wanted to make up for the emotional debt she had owed me over the past ten years, and also to give herself a satisfactory answer. Even if we didn't end up walking down the aisle together, giving you my precious first time would be the greatest happiness of my life.
I understood; she was saying goodbye to the more than ten years we had known each other. She had loved me for so many years, from the first stirrings of love to our preparation for marriage, but for so many reasons, we couldn't (not that we were unable, but that we were not able to, and I won't go into the reasons here) be together, and things ended up like this.
Lying in bed, we embraced and talked. Having just experienced our intimate moment, we had a very open conversation, sharing everything on our minds. We talked until dawn, around 5 a.m. She said she didn't want to talk about these things anymore; she wanted to give herself to me completely that night, as she had to go to work at 6:30. I asked her if we wanted to do it again, but without an answer, she showed me everything through her actions. I said I wanted her to use her mouth on me. She asked how, and I said I would stand by the bed, and she would kneel down, grab it, and do it like eating ice cream. This time, she didn't hesitate at all and began to vigorously stroke me, instructing me as I learned. Later, her teeth started hurting, so I stopped her from continuing. We didn't continue with the conversation, and finally, she asked me to ejaculate inside her because she wanted me to be the first man to ejaculate inside her, to use my sperm. She wanted to give me every first time she experienced. This time it didn't last as long. In the missionary position, we kissed passionately, and I ejaculated a thick stream of semen inside her.
This time it lasted more than forty minutes. It was past six o'clock when we finished, and the alarm had already gone off. Her roommate must have had a sleepless night; she didn't wake her after getting up, and went straight to work after washing up to avoid embarrassment. After her roommate closed the door and left, she got up too, but she suddenly fell down, her legs were weak, and she had no strength at all. However, she used the strength to climb up and went to wash up. I lay naked on the bed, waiting for her to finish washing up and putting on makeup. She told me she had to go to work, and that I should rest before leaving. I stood up, hugged her, and kissed her for a long time. She didn't rush me, but let my tongue invade her mouth. Later, I let go of her and said it was almost time; she had to drive, so I should go to work. Because of the passionate kiss, my penis was already erect. She grabbed my penis and said, "Why is it hard?" I said, "It's all because of you, you little vixen." She knelt down and sucked on it vigorously a few times, saying she would satisfy me again when she had the chance. After she stood up, I took a step back and said, "Go to work quickly, or I'll really push you down on the bed and do it until you can't get out of bed." She stuck out her tongue, then kissed me on the lips and left.
That's all for now. We had sex a few more times after that. Once, she came to my city for training, and we did it in the room. We happened to run into one of her colleagues who was coming back from the training, and then we did it again in the bathroom
. The last time, we did it for a long time because she was getting married, and this relationship couldn't continue; it wouldn't be good for either of us. So, we did it very wildly one last time. Afterwards, we deleted all our contact information and threw away everything related to her. She slowly disappeared from my world, and I disappeared from hers. Although she added me on WeChat six months after her marriage, I didn't accept, and I didn't dare ask. I knew that was the best ending for her. I hope she's happy now.

[The End]

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