Virgo's Path to Self-Discovery

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The Virgin's Journey of Self-Discovery

Author: victorian Published: 2014/05/24 in: Springtime Courtyard ******************************************************************************************** Hello everyone,

I'm victorian, a newbie. The following story is based on my best friend's story, with some additions and modifications. I hope readers will enjoy it. ****************

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My biggest regret from high school is probably never having had a boyfriend. But college life is about to begin, so let bygones be bygones; the future is what you hold in your hands.

I don't know how many people have always listened to their families, with their parents' word being law. Many of my friends are like that, and so am I, but this has only made me more rebellious.

My parents have never talked to me about sex, so I've always been clueless about it, yet I can't suppress my curiosity. The guys around me are always talking about porn and adult websites. At first, I was a little resistant, but later I couldn't contain my excitement and asked for a link. Maybe I'll take a look.

The first time I went in, I spent five hours there. My eyes felt like they were drawn to a magnet; the content made me blush for hours on end. My hands and legs were covered in fine sweat—a reaction from the tension and excitement! Besides that, my bra was completely soaked, and I could feel two red bumps on my chest, like I'd just taken a shower.

I forgot to briefly describe my appearance. I'm 176cm tall and weigh 110 pounds. 110 sounds like a lot, but for a girl my height, 110 pounds is really thin. My skin is very fair, extremely fair, almost reflective in the sunlight, but not sickly. Instead, it's smooth and shapely. I guess this is related to my love of sports!

My love for sports has given me more than just a curvy figure and skin; my breasts have developed quite well too! While not as exaggerated as AV, I'm a C-cup, hehe, isn't that great?

My eyes are rather large, typical almond-shaped eyes, my cheeks are thin, my chin is pointed, and I have no moles or acne. The boys in my class always seem to stare at me. I think even if I'm not a celebrity, I'm still pretty good-looking!

The more I browse adult websites, the stronger my desire for these things that only exist in my imagination grows, and I really want to experience them for myself. Many online erotic novels describe how lustful and thirsty women expose themselves to seduce others, and I'm also very interested in trying it. Of course, I definitely won't go all the way; I'll save my virginity for the one I love.

That's right, I'm still a virgin, I've never even been in a relationship, how could I have any sexual experience? That's it then, tonight I'll try exposing myself, just thinking about it makes me so excited. Everyone else is a seasoned, experienced woman, while I'm a tall, sexy, fair-skinned virgin. How far will we go tonight? Just thinking about it makes me a little wet down there.

A few days ago I bought some sexy lingerie from Amazon. Since it was my first time, I chose something a bit conservative. But even though it was more conservative than other lingerie, I still blushed when I put it on.

First, for my legs, I wore garter stockings, of course. I bought black ones because everyone online says black stockings are amazing, so of course I had to try them! Then for the top, it was a corset-style short dress. The corset only covered half of my chest, leaving no coverage at all. My bare shoulders were exposed.

This dress was even push-up! My C-cup breasts were pushed up, creating a deep cleavage, and even a fifth of my nipples were showing. My nipples are very small and very pink, so you can't see them unless you look very closely. Even so, I'm still very shy!

The hem of my vest-style short dress has buttons that connect to my garter stockings, and underneath I'm wearing thin black panties. After much consideration, I decided that if I was going to play around, I might as well go all out! I took off my panties and decided not to wear them anymore. Oh my god! Am I being too lewd?

Wait, I suddenly realized that the vest was very thin, and I could see my pubic hair through it. I thought for a moment, and decided to just shave it off. Everyone online says that a shaved head is sexy. So I got some shaving cream and a razor, walked to the mirror, slowly sat down, and then slowly spread my legs.

Oh my god! The mirror reflected a self I didn't recognize at all. My exposed body, alluring vest, sexy garter stockings, and most mysteriously, my virgin vulva were all on full display, pink and tender like my nipples.

I applied shaving cream to my pubic area and rubbed it back and forth until it lathered up, then gently shaved it off little by little. I have very little pubic hair to begin with, and it was all done in a few minutes. Oh my god! My first time shaving! So this is what it feels like: a cool sensation down there.

Now I could see my private parts much more clearly: my two pink labia were tightly closed and very smooth. There were no obvious protrusions in the entire lower body area. The labia majora slightly squeezed out the labia minora, just a little bit, slightly red, and very smooth, completely different from the wrinkles of AV actresses in pornographic films.

I stretched out two slender white fingers and pressed them against the two labia, then slowly separated them. A few drops of viscous liquid suddenly slid down, leaving a few water stains. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt a desire bursting inside me.

(To be continued)

(II) Bus and Bar

I no longer hesitated or wasted time. I straightened my clothes a little and stood up. I packed everything up and then started to put on makeup. It seems like "green tea bitches" are all the rage these days, so I might as well jump on the bandwagon.

I simply drew my eyebrows, applied a light layer of foundation, and used fluorescent powder on my lips. I tossed my head, and my long, straight black hair cascaded down, slightly covering the white expanse of my chest. I picked out a pair of 5cm black high heels and clicked them as I headed out the door.

As soon as I stepped out of the apartment complex, people on the street started staring at me. One beggar in rags even made me drool. I couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling a little smug, as if all the constraints I'd endured at home over the years were finally lifted.

Where to go first? It's getting a little dark now, how about a trip to a bar? That's settled. So I boarded a bus.

Since I live in a slightly remote area, there weren't many people on the bus, but it was lunchtime, so it wasn't exactly deserted. I sat down in the front as soon as I got on. The seats in the front were different from those in the back; the back seats faced forward and were quite cramped, while the front seats were sideways, meaning I was facing the glass, my ear pointing directly forward, so my long legs could stretch out comfortably!

I was so nervous! This was the first time I'd dressed so provocatively in such a public place.

My long legs stretched out straight, and I immediately felt countless eyes on me from behind; my face, body, and legs felt burning hot. I smiled slightly, slowly curled my right leg back, leaving my left leg still straight out in front. And so, my right leg remained tucked under my buttocks.

The short vest and skirt barely covered anything, and with my right foot under my bottom, my entire lower body was exposed! But since I was sitting facing the window, the people behind me weren't facing me at all, so they couldn't see anything. But they could probably imagine that my underwear was completely exposed, but who knew that I wasn't wearing any underwear at all!

Suddenly, we arrived at the next stop, and another man boarded the bus, plopping down directly opposite me. Oh my god! My instinct was to pull my left leg back, or my right leg, to avoid exposing myself, but another voice inside me said, "Let him see!" In that moment of hesitation, my virgin vulva was completely exposed to his gaze.

It felt like I could hear his rapid breathing in an instant. My face flushed crimson, and I lowered my head, too ashamed to look at him or move my legs. He got off easy; he saw my freshly shaved vulva completely.

The brief moment of embarrassment felt like an eternity, yet also like a fleeting instant. Suddenly, I realized the scenery outside looked familiar; we were almost at our stop. Before getting off, let's do something even more exciting! My fingers suddenly wandered to the two petals of his vagina, and with a sudden, slight twist, the love fluid that had accumulated due to excessive stimulation gushed out instantly, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

But that wasn't enough; I pulled hard and forcefully outward, and I could feel a sharp pain from the pulling. In the reflection of his eyes, I clearly saw a beautiful, innocent-looking woman with long hair, wearing sexy black stockings and a vest. Her fingers were wantonly spreading open her tender vulva, revealing glistening fluid covering her genitals. Deep inside, there was a thin, transparent membrane, with traces of love fluid and streaks of blood, as if it were about to succumb to the strain. I felt as if my own hymen was reflecting light. Her wanton actions and her pure face coexisted in such a contradictory way.

Suddenly, the bus stopped abruptly. My wavering consciousness snapped back to reality. I pushed myself up from the seat and jumped off the bus, leaving countless passengers staring in amazement. Haha! How exciting!

As I savored the lingering shock, I focused my gaze on the bar in front of me, known as the most chaotic in the city. A queue had formed at the entrance, and the doorman, seeing me, immediately said, "Miss, please come in!" I stuck out my tongue and went in without waiting in line.

The moment I stepped inside, it was a scene of dazzling lights and deafening music, threatening to shatter my eardrums. Good heavens! This was insane! I immediately retreated to an empty table. Two middle-aged men were already standing there. I couldn't help but greet them, but the noise was too much; I couldn't hear a word. They didn't say anything either, as if they knew it was pointless in the noise, but the lust in their eyes was blatant, making me both uneasy and excited.

These are things I haven't experienced in over a decade, and today I can finally have a go! I decided to take the initiative, grabbing a man's hand and running to the middle to jump around. Actually, I studied dance as a child, ballet, although it's completely different from wildly twisting and turning in a bar, but my control over my body is superb.

I turned my back to the middle-aged man, wrapped my arms around his neck, and realized he was really tall. I'm almost 1.8 meters tall in heels, and he was about 1.9 meters. Then I started wildly wiggling my hips towards his crotch. Oh my god! I felt so excited, and I was about to get wet.

The man behind me hesitated at first, but then he got the hang of it, grabbing my waist with one hand and placing the other directly on my chest. Oh my god! My first time being touched on the breast! So this is what it feels like to be touched—slight spasms radiated from my chest, spreading throughout my body, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.

Just then, another man hugged me from the front, his large hands stroking upwards from my calves. Oh my god! I almost lost my balance and collapsed. The man behind me immediately caught me, while the man in front took the opportunity to attack my vulva. Ah! Another first time in my life, the first time someone touched my vulva! I could feel my vulva was already covered in nectar; he must have gotten his hands on it.

Then, he actually inserted a finger! Oh my god! I gasped. Before the pleasure could even reach my brain, a slight pain brought me back to reality—he had touched my hymen! I froze instantly, and the man opposite me seemed rooted to the spot, unable to believe it. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, I broke free and ran away as fast as I could.

(To be continued)

(III)

After running all the way out, I was panting heavily. The experience was still too unbelievable for me. I had always been a good girl, whether at home, at school, or with friends, especially in front of strangers. I was basically a quiet person with very proper behavior.

Now that I was on the main street, it was already dark. I looked at my watch and it was 11 o'clock. Although for night owls it was just the beginning of the day, for most people it was time to rest.

There wasn't a soul on the street, only the occasional car whizzing by. I sat on the stone edge of the sidewalk under the dim light, slowly beginning to reflect on my frantic actions. Without the cacophony of rock music and the dazzling lights, I gradually calmed down.

There was no one around; although there were streetlights overhead, I couldn't see anything in the distance, yet I wasn't afraid at all.

I looked at myself: my snow-white shoulders and chest, the incredibly alluring black vest and suspender stockings, and a large section of my fair, tender thighs exposed between the stockings and the vest and skirt. At the base of my thighs was my virgin vulva, completely exposed to the air, with traces of fluid still clinging to it, as if proclaiming a wild past.

Slowly, my calming heart began to stir again. A voice inside me cried out: "There's no one here anyway, just expose everything!"

The thought caused my chest to spasm slightly—a characteristic of my sensitive nature when aroused. I ran to a trash can in front of me and started thinking. Suddenly, I found a pair of discarded scissors. The handle was broken in half, but it was still usable. As I was thinking, the water below seemed to be getting heavier again.

I went back to the streetlight and looked around again. Finding that no one was around, I began my exhibitionist journey. I inserted the scissors into the part of my vest that covered my navel, and then slowly cut off the hem of my vest around my slender waist. The hem was very thin, and it didn't take much effort at all. In just a few strokes, it was all gone. Then I looked around again to make sure no one was around, and with a thud, the hem fell down and landed on my feet.

If someone were to pass by now, they would surely spot a tall, pure-looking girl with long, fair hair, wearing a black Pusup vest. The vest only covered the lower half of her chest and up to her navel, and her legs were clad in black stockings. Since the straps had nowhere to hold them up, they hung loosely on her legs, the stockings only covering half of her thighs.

Most shockingly, from her navel to halfway down her thighs, she was completely naked! Her private parts were exposed. Even more remarkably, below her flat stomach, there wasn't a single hair, and one could vaguely see the labia between her legs.

My God! It was so thrilling! Standing under the lights, I was completely flustered, my chest heaving as I gasped for breath. I lifted my foot, ripped off the cut-off hem of my vest and skirt, and ran along the sidewalk into the darkness. I felt a pang of regret; being almost naked in the street at night—what if a bad guy came along? Wouldn't I be brutally assaulted?

With a mix of trepidation and a twisted hope, I ran into the alley shrouded in darkness, instinctively thinking that no one could see me in the dark, and perhaps I'd be safer. I walked cautiously, relying on the faint light from the sky.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise to my left, as if right next to my ear. My mind went blank; I stood frozen in the dark alley, barely daring to breathe. Immediately afterwards, the sound of a lighter striking rang out, and a wisp of smoke drifted towards me. Through the smoke and the faint light of the flame, I saw the calm and resolute face of a middle-aged man.

He looked at me quietly, took another drag of his cigarette, exhaled slowly, and then walked towards me step by step. Only then did I truly understand what it meant for my heart to leap out of my throat. As he drew closer, his face became clearer, his features resolute and angular, his eyes like an ocean that plunged me into them.

He was half a head taller than me even in my heels, and he looked silently into my eyes, then down to my chest, and then down to my lower

body. Suddenly, he grabbed my right leg, and I couldn't help but tremble and cry out: "Ah...ah..." Ignoring my screams, the man abruptly lifted my right leg, raising it above my head. I lost my balance and grabbed the wall beside me. I was like a ballet dancer, holding onto something for balance with one hand, one foot on the ground, the other raised above my head, my long, sexy legs stretched into a 180-degree split.

The middle-aged man slowly squatted down, carefully examining my tender vulva by the light of his lighter. I don't know why, but my body seemed to be under a spell, unable to resist, unable to move or make a sound, just being manipulated by this complete stranger.

My legs were wide open, and my vagina, which I had been trying so hard to keep closed, could no longer be shut. The opening of

my labia suddenly parted, and the fluids that had been accumulating inside gushed out like a burst dam. My whole body trembled slightly, and I moaned intermittently... It felt like only a few seconds had passed, yet also like centuries. He slowly lowered my right leg, grabbed my chin with one large hand, lifted my upturned face, and looked at me. At that moment, besides the calmness in his eyes, I also saw a hint of madness and brutality. He said in a low voice in my ear, "I'll fuck you tomorrow." After saying that, he turned and left, tossing me a car key.

My mind went completely blank. I watched his back as he walked through the front door. There was a black sedan next to the door. I drove his car home in a daze, his last words echoing in my mind. I fell asleep while repeating them over and over.

I woke up the next day feeling much more awake. Everything was back to normal, and I suddenly felt like I didn't recognize myself at all. Although I had indeed thought about how to rebel, I never imagined it would come to this extreme.

Recalling the last thing he said to me yesterday, I couldn't help but mutter, "You said you'd do it to me, and you expect me to willingly offer up my virginity? That's too much!" Although I muttered that, a surge of energy inside me wouldn't subside: "Hmph!" "Aren't you afraid I'll steal your car... Go ahead, I'll provoke you to death, I just won't give it to you..." Lost in thought, the day passed, and night began to fall.

(To be continued)

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