Sexual experiences in the second year of high school

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By my second year of high school, I was considered a senior, so I naturally felt more confident and started interacting more with the girls. I loved playing basketball then, and I'd go to the court whenever I had free time. Although I wasn't on the school team, I was pretty good. Perhaps athletic boys are more attractive during school years, and those who can play basketball have an edge. In the spring of my second year (maybe people get restless at this time?), a girl from the next class (the school beauty at the time, even the principal's son was pursuing her) had a friend pass me a note. From that day on, she became my pen pal, or rather, my girlfriend. We chatted until summer vacation, and I thought I'd have a chance to make it work, but no matter what I did, she wouldn't let me have sex with her. By the fall semester, things had gradually faded. I turned my attention to another girl in her class, a sports student whose main event was the 400-meter dash. She was quite tall and looked strong, not fat. When I was about to make a move, I discovered that the friend who had passed me the note was also pursuing her, and it seemed like things were almost going well. Should I make a move in this situation? Ultimately, for the sake of my sexual happiness, I made my move. In this respect, I think my friend is much better than me; he truly understands that brothers are like limbs, and women are like clothes. After I talked to him a few times, he voluntarily gave up on the girl, and I went ahead and made my move. It's worth mentioning that my friend and I are still very good friends, and I haven't been affected by this girl. I'd been dating this girl for over a month without any opportunity to make a move, which was getting a bit frustrating. One weekend after the National Day holiday, I was resting at home when I had a big argument with my mother. In a fit of anger, I slammed the door and stormed out. Walking down the street, I started to regret it and didn't know where to go, so I wandered aimlessly. As it got dark, I originally planned to walk to my grandfather's house so my family would feel at ease. Just as I was about to reach my grandfather's house, I suddenly saw my girlfriend at an intersection. I briefly explained what had happened to her and deliberately told her I didn't know where to go. Although she looked hesitant, she still suggested I stay at her place. I was overjoyed inside, but I had to keep a straight face. I followed her for almost an hour until it was completely dark before we finally arrived at her apartment complex. I forgot to mention earlier that this girl comes from a divorced family; her mother is single and her father has remarried, so she usually lives with her mother and only goes to her father's house on weekends. Coincidentally, her father's house is in the same neighborhood as my godmother's! In high school, relationships were always kept secret, and she was no exception. Although I arrived at her place, I couldn't go inside. She went back first and told me to wait downstairs for news. I thought it would be quick, but I ended up waiting until late at night. Back then, no one had a cell phone, so I couldn't contact her. I was afraid someone from my godmother's house would see me in the neighborhood, and it was already autumn, so there were lots of mosquitoes. My already bad mood only made me more agitated. Several times I wanted to give up and go home, but then I thought maybe I'd have a chance to have sex today, so I patiently continued waiting. Persistence paid off. Around 1 a.m., when I was so sleepy I had almost lost all libido, she called me from the window. I rushed upstairs, and she carefully opened the door, telling me to be quiet. We tiptoed into her room. Because the weather wasn't too cold and I wasn't wearing many layers, I lay down without taking off my clothes. Then she lay down next to me. It was my first time sleeping with a girl, and her dad was right next door, so you can imagine how nervous I was. She asked me what I'd been doing for so long, and I mechanically answered her questions. Suddenly, she asked me, "Do you want me?" I was completely stunned and couldn't answer. Seeing that I didn't answer, she asked me again in a slightly harsher tone, "Do you want me?!" I just hummed in response. She whispered provocative words in my ear, but my mind was blank, and I didn't hear a word. My body was stiff as she reached into my pants and grasped my still-soft penis, playing with it. Gradually, my penis became erect. Perhaps she felt it was enough to penetrate me, so she helped me pull down my pants, then stripped naked and straddled me. She rubbed my penis against her opening, and I couldn't feel anything except the wetness and heat. Slowly, she sat down, and when I felt completely enveloped by her, I realized that my virginity was gone (a bit ridiculous, haha). I never asked her if she was a virgin. Later, she told me that her aunt found red stains on the sheets when cleaning her room, and she said it was her period. Actually, this was just her own opinion, and there's no way to verify it. Let's just assume she really did deflower a virgin. I'd seen some pornography before, and it often mentioned that it hurts when a woman loses her virginity, but I didn't experience that with her. Maybe I was too nervous to notice, or at least I didn't feel any resistance when I entered her. Perhaps because my first time was with a woman sitting on top of me, that's why I still like that position the most. When you truly experience pleasure, you forget about being nervous. I gradually came to my senses, and she slowly increased the speed and intensity of her movements on top of me. A sudden creak on the bed startled us both, causing us to stop. After confirming there was no noise outside, the woman on top of me resumed her movements. My hands grasped and kneaded her breasts. Although she was an athlete, unlike most women who are athletes, her breasts were quite large—at least second largest among the women I've slept with. She continued to move on top of me, my penis feeling the tight embrace of her vagina, waves of pleasure shooting through me. I released her breasts and supported her buttocks, helping her move. Perhaps athletes have good stamina; she rode me for over ten minutes, and she didn't even seem tired when I ejaculated. And so, my first time, and perhaps hers as well, ended. Although it was just one movement, the feeling was still good. Moreover, this first time gave me a lot of confidence. I didn't ejaculate quickly like in some novels. She took some tissues and cleaned herself up too. Looking at the time, it was 1:30 AM. She whispered in my ear, "Was that good?" I said yes (which seems strange now; shouldn't the man ask the woman that?). She asked if I wanted to do it again. If it were now, I'd think she was a horny woman, but back then I was young, and having tasted the pleasure of sex, I figured more was always better! At that time, I wasn't too keen on oral sex, so she used her hand to make me hard. Last time, the girl was the one who initiated, so I couldn't be outdone this time. I rolled over and straddled her, gripping my penis and searching for the entrance. Being a novice, I wasn't familiar with the technique, but eventually, with her guidance, I managed to insert it. The warm, comfortable feeling the moment I entered made me fuck her uncontrollably. Perhaps it was because it was my first time and I was too nervous, or perhaps because her vagina had closed again after I'd just finished, but at that moment I felt a tight, enveloping sensation, like someone was gripping my penis tightly. Fortunately, her vaginal fluids were sufficient to allow me to thrust quickly. Because the walls were listening, she groaned in suppressed pleasure. It was the first time I had conquered a woman with my penis, and my vanity and satisfaction swelled up. I didn't care about anything else and fucked her hard, deep and hard. When she couldn't help but let out an "ah," I ejaculated deeply into her vagina again. This time the feeling was clearer and more comfortable. I lay on top of her, panting heavily. She whispered that I was going to fuck her to death. This time, it was my turn to clean her up. In the darkness, I watched the milky white semen slowly flow out of her vagina. I felt an indescribable pleasure (back then, the term "black fungus" wasn't popular yet, and I really didn't care about the color of the vagina). After two passionate encounters, the room was filled with less shame and embarrassment and more lust and pleasure. Although it was almost 2 a.m., we weren't sleepy at all. Talking about what had happened before and the pleasure of fucking her earlier, our lust swelled up again. I knelt on the bed, and she thought I was going to fuck her in the same position as before, so she took the initiative to spread her legs apart. I said let's change positions. She didn't agree or disagree. I picked her up by the waist and made her lie face down on the bed. Then I pulled her buttocks and made her kneel up. She buried her head on the bed shyly, which made her buttocks stick out even higher. This time, her vagina was completely exposed to me. Without her guidance, I guided my penis in. At first, worried she wouldn't be comfortable, I held her buttocks and slowly moved back and forth. After three or four minutes of this slow thrusting, she began to feel pleasure and actively pulled my hand to rub her breasts. I was inside her, leaning over her and playing with her breasts. This position, while deep, didn't allow for much movement. I straightened up, gripping her waist, and began thrusting rapidly. Perhaps this position allowed for deeper penetration than the previous two, as she whimpered and moaned, her hair flying wildly. Her frenzied movements beneath me stimulated me, and I rode her with all my might. Finally, as she trembled and climaxed (actually, I didn't know it was an orgasm at that moment; I thought it was an epileptic seizure), I leaned over her back, forcefully grasped her breasts, and ejaculated inside her. Although it was a stockpile of semen from over 10 years ago, when I pulled out of her vagina this time, what I saw was no longer the milky white, viscous semen. What came out was a nearly transparent liquid that flowed down her thighs. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe it away so it wouldn't spill onto the bed. After three rounds, it was late at night, and I was exhausted. Satisfied, I held her and drifted off to sleep. To avoid being seen by her family, she woke me up before 7 a.m., and I hurriedly left the house.I didn't feel anything while we were fucking, but after we left her house, I realized my legs were a little weak. She, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine. So, guys, there's no such thing as a field that's been over-plowed, only an ox that's been worked to death. She even laughed and told me to eat more eggs to help me recover… Later, we skipped class and fucked her again at her mom's house. We even took her to the island in the middle of the lake for some outdoor sex (too dry, I couldn't penetrate her). After that, I went abroad before finishing my senior year of high school and lost contact with her. A few years ago, I bumped into her once at a swimming pool and exchanged phone numbers, but I've lost them now. Otherwise, I might have been able to fuck her again. [The End]

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