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My first time was with an oil massage girl. 

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A person's first time might be the most unforgettable experience of their life. Actually, it's the same for men. I can never forget my first time, nor my first girl. Before telling this story, let me introduce myself. I'm 26 years old, and I'm considered handsome. At least more girls like me than I like, and more girls pursue me than I've pursued. (Absolutely not bragging!) But due to various reasons, I was still a poor virgin until I graduated from university, and I still haven't found a girlfriend. Ugh! Maybe my standards are too high… After starting work, I often went out with friends, singing, drinking, going to bathhouses, getting massages, but I never lost my virginity to a prostitute. The key is that I feel like I'm wasting my virginity. The massage therapists at the bathhouse I frequent are of two types: one type only does foot massages, general massages, and bone-setting; the other type only does oil massages and special services, but not regular massages. So even when I go for massages with friends, I only get bone-setting. By the way, I always stay overnight at the bathhouse when I go to the bathhouse, sleeping in a private room by myself. I once slept in the lobby, but the snoring there was so loud I couldn't sleep all night, so I've never slept there since. I usually change masseuses every time I go for a massage; I resolutely switch to someone who isn't pretty. Even though I don't do anything, it's just for the novelty, right? After all, I paid for it! One day last June, I chose masseuse number 23, an 18-year-old girl, only 19 this year, very petite, so I asked her to massage me. She was very cheerful and lively, so we chatted happily during the massage. So, not long after, I went to the bathhouse again and chose her. We chatted while I massaged her, and nothing happened. But at the end, I grabbed her from behind, trying to grope her chest, but she refused because they only do regular massages, so… A few days later, I drank with a friend, got a little drunk, took my friend home, and went to the bathhouse myself. I wanted to ask masseuse number 23 to give me a massage, but she was busy, so I got a different masseuse. I wasn't happy with the massage, though. After that, number 23 also finished her work, so I asked her to come over and chat with me. It was already 2:30 PM, and I realized I had to get up for work the next morning, so I decided to add three more massages for number 23, one hour each, finishing at 5:30 PM. Then I could shower, eat something, and head to work. However, I didn't ask her to massage me. We chatted for a while, and because I was quite tired, I wanted to sleep. I said to her, "I haven't seen you for several days, and I really missed you, so I came to see you. I'm a little tired, can you sleep with me for a while? I want to cuddle with you!" She thought for a moment and agreed, "Okay, I'm a little sleepy too." So, I cuddled her and we lay down. She had her back to me, her head resting on my left arm, and my right arm around her waist. Sigh, men are just so lustful. The moment I lay down, my right hand started to wander, so she said, "If you keep doing that, I won't let you hug me anymore! Don't move!" I could only beg for mercy, "Okay, okay, okay, I won't move, alright? Go to sleep." She held my right hand firmly in both hands. Sigh, I was really exhausted, and soon fell asleep... After about half an hour, I woke up. Maybe it was because she had made my left arm numb from using it as a pillow, so I gently removed my left hand from under her head and gently moved her head back onto the pillow. The whole time, her hands were still holding my right hand. I couldn't help but laugh, letting her hold my right hand, supporting myself with my left hand, carefully admiring her sleeping posture. Her big, fluffy eyes were gently closed, revealing no hint of her playful nature when open; her delicate nostrils trembled evenly with her breathing; her rosy lips and small chin were truly beautiful. So I couldn't resist gently kissing her forehead and then her ear, whispering in her ear, "I really like you, you're so beautiful." She didn't wake up, but perhaps a little ticklish, she gently shook her head and continued sleeping. However, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I tentatively moved my right hand. She was indeed asleep, still holding my right hand, but I easily pulled it out. I gently lifted her hands and placed them on either side of her body, then gently slipped my right hand under her clothes, caressing her smooth, flat stomach. But no man at this point would be satisfied with just that, especially since I was drunk. After caressing her for two minutes, my right hand moved up slightly, touching her bra. Gently caressing her breasts through the bra was incredibly stimulating; my hand was trembling slightly. But her bra seemed to be underwire (I wasn't sure, but the bottom edge was very stiff), and I couldn't slip my fingers inside. Helpless, blinded by lust, I pulled my hand out from under her clothes. He slipped his fingers inside her slightly open neckline and finally touched her breasts. There was no clothing to obstruct his view.The breasts weren't very big (I don't like breasts that are too big either), and I could just hold them in my palm (but at the time I only touched them with my fingers). Because they were young, they were full of elasticity, and it felt so good. I was excited as I kissed her ears, forehead, and eyes, and my right hand didn't stop at all, constantly putting two or three fingers into her bra to feel that wonderful sensation. Then my whole right hand went in and gently stroked her. I don't know if it was because she was hot or because my hand was sweaty, but I felt that her breasts were a little damp. At the top of that elastic peak, I found her small nipple. It was really small, about two-thirds the size of my little fingernail. The nipple was slightly erect, but definitely not hard, just slightly sticking out. I gently pinched and rubbed it with my index and middle fingers. It felt so good. She still didn't move and was still breathing evenly. Who would be content at this moment? I pulled my right hand out from her collar and placed it on her chest through her clothes, stroking her breasts lightly and then more firmly. If she was sleeping, she should be startled awake, and I could only continue to sleep obediently; if she wasn't startled awake, it meant she was pretending to be asleep, and I could take it a step further… Hehe, I had no choice but to gamble. As expected, she was actually awake, though I wasn't sure when. I couldn't help but chuckle, kissed her, and lay down again, putting my arm around her waist and gently stroking her lower abdomen. Then, I gradually moved towards her thighs. She was wearing denim shorts, without a belt (girls usually don't wear belts), and no stockings. After stroking her smooth thighs for a while, I noticed that her shorts were very tight, and I couldn't slip my fingers inside. So I gently stroked her groin, gradually increasing the pressure, and then pressed her mons pubis with my fingers, gradually increasing the force. She still didn't move, only a few small beads of sweat seemed to have appeared on the bridge of her nose. I finally realized she was faking sleep. I grew bolder, my right hand returning to her waist and gently sliding inside her shorts. There was another layer of underwear underneath; I didn't put my hand inside immediately, but instead caressed her mons pubis through it. Her mons pubis was soft and elastic. My hand moved down, feeling her labia majora—very soft. I gently rubbed her soft labia majora, while mischievously blowing air into her ear. She felt ticklish, still pretending to sleep, murmuring something, turning her head to the side and remaining still, continuing her even breathing. I chuckled secretly, pulling my right hand slightly upwards, then sliding it downwards, directly inside her underwear, resting it on her mons pubis, feeling the warmth and fine hairs emanating from it. Honestly, that was the first time I'd ever touched a girl's genitals; before, I'd only learned from videos. My penis was already erect, and now it throbbed with excitement. It seemed I might lose my virginity today. My hand lingered for a moment, then I began to stroke her mons pubis, playfully twirling her fine, soft hairs around my fingers. It was so much fun; by feel, she didn't have much pubic hair. She still didn't move, so I continued my exploration. Moving my hand downwards, I finally touched her fleshy mound. Her soft labia majora were smooth, with only a few sparse hairs visible—perhaps due to her age; after all, she was only 18. The cleft between her labia was warm; that was the mysterious area. I placed my entire palm on her labia and cleft, trying to feel it carefully. But it was strange. According to legend, she should be very wet, right? But her labia majora felt rather dry. Only the cleft seemed slightly damp. Was she not aroused? But why didn't she reject me? If she was aroused, why wasn't she reacting? Strange? Could it be that I misunderstood, and she wasn't pretending to sleep, but genuinely not awake? Although my mind was full of questions, since I had already come this far, I couldn't back down now. I continued. While thinking this, my hands didn't stop. I gently parted her labia majora with my index and ring fingers, and then explored further inside with my middle finger. Heh, I see, I wasn't wrong. This little girl was definitely aroused. However, her labia majora were closed quite tightly, so I didn't feel any moisture on the outside. But as soon as I parted them, my entire palm was immediately wet, my fingers and palm covered in a warm, sticky liquid. This was the first time, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. With my fingers coated in the liquid, I began to rub her labia majora. The lubrication made them incredibly smooth, and the unprecedented softness and fleshiness stimulated my penis to become even larger. Although we hadn't actually touched yet, the feeling was just so amazing. I parted her labia again and used my middle finger to explore her mysterious area. I slid it along the groove between her labia, searching for a while. It felt smooth and warm, but I couldn't find the legendary clitoris that would get erect. Strange? Filled with curiosity, I explored more carefully, only finding a tiny protrusion, smaller than a soybean. Was it here? I applied a little pressure and massaged it a couple of times, but she still didn't move. However, I felt her thighs seemed a little tense. Hehe, maybe. I continued to slide my middle finger downwards, simultaneously pressing it inwards. I couldn't help it; it was my first time, and I wasn't familiar with the area. (Hehe, on a side note. Many of you reading this will probably think I'm making this up, some might think I was a pro back then. Actually, this is truly my first experience. I don't know how everyone else's first time went, but this is mine. Actually, even though I was already quite… well, I still hadn't decided whether to lose my virginity! So, I just thought even just having some masturbation wouldn't be bad, that was my thought. Because I really hadn't had such a good opportunity before. I always held the view that sex is a two-way street; if only one person is happy, it's not real sex. And it's said that women's orgasms come later than men's, and without foreplay, women rarely reach orgasm. So, I hope you guys don't just focus on your own feelings during sex!) Anyway, back to the point, suddenly I felt my middle finger sink in. I pulled it out slightly and ran it around the area, feeling some fine creases. That should be it, I thought. So, I pushed my middle finger in forcefully, ah… it went in. Inside was a hot, narrow passage. The moment my finger entered, Number 23 stiffened. I felt a surge of heat gushing out, soaking my entire palm. My finger, now immersed in the hot liquid, didn't hesitate and continued deeper, inserting two knuckles. However, due to my position, since I was lying on top, I could only insert two knuckles. I'll leave it like this for now. Because my left hand was pressed under my body (I was in a side position), and my right hand was immobilized, it was difficult to move. So, maintaining the position, I began to thrust my finger in and out, moving it in and out while simultaneously probing and occasionally digging into the vaginal walls. While I was moving below, I wasn't idle above either. I gently kissed her ear, biting her earlobe lightly with my teeth. Streams of heat continuously flowed from her slippery vagina, allowing my middle finger to move more freely inside, which excited me even more. I increased the speed and pressure of my finger. Her breathing became uneven; as my fingers moved faster, her breathing rate quickened, her rosy lips parted slightly, and her panting grew heavier. Her fair, rosy cheeks turned as red as a ripe apple. She finally couldn't take it anymore; her whole body stiffened, and her legs, which had been slightly parted, suddenly clamped together, trapping my entire right hand, rendering it immobile. My fingers were also immobile. Then, a surge of heat gushed from deep within her vagina, making my fingers burn. Her vaginal walls contracted in waves, the already small opening becoming even tighter, gripping my middle finger tightly. I could clearly feel the previously barely noticeable folds writhing. I guessed she had orgasmed. After a while, she calmed down, her thighs less tense, and my wrist grew tired. I withdrew my right hand from between her legs, wanting to rest for a moment. Unexpectedly, she suddenly clamped her legs together again, turned her body to the left, and left her back to me. This time, I couldn't put my hand in anymore... Frustrated... I should have just kept my hand in... (I think she was probably conflicted at the time. She probably didn't expect me to do this at first. But by the time she realized it, it was too late to refuse. Just as I pulled my hand out, she quickly turned away, probably afraid I'd harass her again.) I was helpless, but there was nothing I could do, because I didn't know what she was thinking. So I could only stare at her back, thinking... After thinking for a long time without any clue, I thought, "Oh well, that's it, might as well." So, I mustered my courage and carefully stroked her long hair with my hand... nothing...Reaction. So, I propped myself up and kissed her ear, her earlobe (I later discovered that her ears were very sensitive; many girls are, you can try it). My right hand started to wander again, gently stroking her back, drawing circles on it with my fingers. After a while, my hand slid down to her waist, caressing her buttocks and smooth thighs. Her thighs were a little cold, so I warmed them up with my hand, and then began to caress her buttocks. Her buttocks weren't very big, because she was very slim, only about 80 pounds. But because she was young, her buttocks were perky and elastic, feeling great to the touch. I gently rubbed them a few times, then gradually increased the pressure, but she still didn't move. So I slid my hand down, pressing along the lower part of her buttocks to the soft area between her legs. To be honest, because the denim shorts were quite thick, I couldn't feel the clear outline of that area, only that it felt very soft. I pressed down a few times, but the girl remained unmoved. My courage grew a little, and I thought, "Let's take a gamble. I can't let this cooked duck fly away, can I?" At that moment, I pulled down the shorts of my bathrobe, revealing my little brother who had been holding back for so long. Ah! This poor thing... the best is yet to come.Dom's mouth was watering, his veins were bulging, and he was hopping around with anticipation. I decided to go all out; today I'll help you say goodbye to being single and find you a little sister. Then, I put my arm around the girl's waist, straddled her legs with my right leg, and slipped my foot between her thighs. I slowly tried to turn her body around. The girl resisted slightly, but because I was firm, she didn't struggle and let me turn her body around. Her face was still flushed, but her breathing had returned to its previous steady state. Hehe, she's still pretending to be asleep, that makes things easier, I thought with a secret delight... I didn't rush to take off her shorts, but instead slipped my hand under her clothes and into her bosom, caressing her breasts. After all that work down there, I was longing for her youthful, vibrant breasts again. My right hand gently pinched her nipple, while my left hand lightly pulled her clothes down a little. I leaned closer to examine her breasts; the small, white mounds were slightly deformed in my palm. Even though she was lying down, her breasts remained firm and perky. The nipples between my fingers were indeed small, about the size of my little fingernail. I playfully flicked her nipples from side to side, and they swayed gently, gradually hardening and becoming even more elastic. Her areolas were also small, a slightly dark red. Most adorable of all, her nipples were very pale, unlike the dark red nipples of some sexually experienced women I'd seen in videos, nor were they bright red, but a pink even lighter than her skin tone. She was so beautiful. I couldn't resist pushing her breasts up out of her bra, bending down to take her adorable nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, teasing it from side to side, then sucking on her breast with a little more force, making soft smacking sounds. I don't know if she was a little ticklish or what… she let out a soft moan, and I stopped. I looked up at her face, and oh my, her cheeks were even redder, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead and the tip of her nose. Her eyes seemed to open a crack, looking at me as I looked at her, then closed them again, but her fluffy eyelashes were trembling gently. I finally felt relieved, until she was probably tacitly agreeing to something… Now, the girl's body had surrendered, and she had no resistance to me. I pulled my hand out from her collar, then slid it down her waist and into her shorts again. This time, without much hesitation, I went straight to her underwear and continued my unfinished exploration. Oh, after a short rest, the fluid on her mons pubis had decreased considerably, not as lubricating as before. I then parted her fleshy labia and inserted my fingers again. After only a few gentle taps, before I even found the right spot, the burning sensation returned to my palm, and my fingers were wet again. (At that time, I had little experience and thought all women were like this. Later I learned that there are differences in how much lubrication women have, and this girl was the wetter I'd ever been with.) Since it was a repeat visit, this time it was quick; my fingers found the place my penis longed to enter. This time, I had her legs spread open by my own, making it easier for my fingers to enter. Also, I had learned from my initial mistake; I had slid down slightly beforehand to ensure my fingers were fully inside her. As the saying goes, "a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit," and my progress was rapid! Hehe... After my middle finger entered that mysterious tunnel, it began to move deeper and deeper until the entire middle finger was inside the girl's body. I still didn't seem to have reached the end, so I pressed down hard on the two labia with my index and ring fingers. My middle finger tried to push inward a little, and it seemed to touch something. The girl's breathing suddenly became heavier, and she let out a soft breath. After reaching the finish line, the middle finger slowly retreats, preparing for the next sprint. This time, the thumb also joins in, rubbing back and forth in the groove between the labia, which are separated by the index and ring fingers, trying to stimulate the not-so-obvious clitoris. The middle finger rhythmically thrusts in and out of the vagina, suddenly making a downward thrust. The index and ring fingers are not to be outdone, no longer staying put, and occasionally cooperating with the thumb and middle finger to knead and press the girl's labia majora and minora. Finally, the little finger also joins the battle, initially hooking here and sweeping there with the movement of the palm. Although it doesn't achieve any substantial results, it can still effectively break down the enemy's defenses through guerrilla tactics. Then, I gave instructions again, ordering my little finger to take over the ring finger's role, keeping the labia majora open, while the ring finger could more flexibly either work in conjunction with the middle finger for thrusting or to gently massage and knead the small folds around the vagina. The girl's vagina was irresistibly flowing with vaginal fluid. Her legs initially tried to close together again, but because my legs were between them, she had no choice but to accept it. It was around four in the morning, and the surroundings were quiet… so I could clearly hear my own heavy breathing and the girl's rapid exhalations. Most erotic and exciting was the "thump, hiss, thump, hiss…" sound of my fingers thrusting in and out of the girl's vagina. Because the girl's vaginal fluid was increasing, the "thump, hiss, thump, hiss…" sound gradually lengthened and grew louder. The girl could definitely hear it too, but she could only pretend to be asleep. However, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead and her increasingly flushed face undoubtedly betrayed her secret. My little brother couldn't hold back any longer, so I gently pushed the girl's clothes up a bit with my left hand, exposing her waist. My little brother pressed against her waist, and my body moved rhythmically with the movements of my fingers and arms. My little brother thrust against the girl's waist, occasionally touching her right arm at her side. The saliva secreted by my little brother made her waist and arm slippery. This didn't last long. The girl's left leg gradually opened outward, and her right leg bent, hooking her right foot onto my calf, allowing my fingers to penetrate deeper into her body. I thrust my middle finger in and out more vigorously, then my ring finger entered as well, but the girl's vagina was really tight. Even with just two fingers inside, it was already very difficult to move around. However, it brought out even more vaginal fluid. After continuing to thrust dozens of times, with the sounds of thrusting intensifying, the girl's body tensed up again, even her waist seemed to arch, and her hands at her sides seemed to be gripping the sheets tightly. My fingers felt the strong contractions of the girl's vaginal walls, and another gush of hot liquid gushed out from her body. With a soft exhale, the girl reached orgasm again, and a few seconds later, her stiff body softened once more. My lust gradually burned, finally overriding reason. Forget about virginity; pretending to be reserved would be a disservice to myself. So, I withdrew my wet fingers from the girl's body, sniffed them—a slightly fishy smell—and dried them with a towel lying to the side. I got out of bed, checked the door to the private room, and locked it from the inside. I went back to bed, took off my underwear, revealing my little brother, which had been with me for over twenty years. Not too big, not too small, medium build, pointing diagonally upwards. After being a bald little monk for so many years, today it's time to make you return to secular life. I prepared to take off the girl's shorts. Her denim shorts weren't belted. I unbuckled the metal buckle at the top, unzipped them, and parted them to the left and right, revealing yellow cotton panties underneath. The panties weren't particularly sexy, but they didn't look vulgar either; instead, they made her look even more innocent. Getting her underwear off proved difficult. I tried to pull it down from her buttocks, shorts and underwear together, but because she was lying flat and wouldn't lift her back to cooperate (she was still pretending to be asleep), I couldn't get it off after a long time. I was covered in sweat, not from exhaustion, but from nervousness, and mainly from anxiety. Finally, I gave up and decided to just ignore it. I used my hands to lift the girl's body from her side to a side-lying position, pulling her shorts and underwear down to one side, revealing a smooth, flawless, white, and pert bottom. Without looking closely, I turned her back to a flat position, climbed to the other side of the bed, helped her up to a side-lying position, and repeated the process. Finally, I put her back in a flat position. Now, her shorts and underwear were all down to her buttocks, and without the obstruction of her buttocks, I could finally pull them off easily. I examined the girl's underwear closely. It was yellow cotton, like many students', quite cute, with a playful Mickey Mouse printed on the back. The crotch area was soaked through, as were her shorts. There was no way around it; this girl was incredibly wet. This whole ordeal would have woken even a dead person, let alone a sleeping one, but the girl remained "awakened," only a slight, mischievous smile playing on her lips, as if mocking my foolishness. So, without any hesitation, I tossed her shorts and underwear aside, knelt between her legs, and carefully admired her genitals. After all, I'd only ever seen them in videos before, never in person. Now, the girl was completely naked except for her stockings. Her legs, like her, were slender, long, and shapely. Her smooth thighs were slightly parted, revealing a captivating view at the base. Flat...Below her abdomen was a slightly raised mons pubis. The girl's pubic hair was sparse, distributed loosely on her mons pubis. It was soft, curly, and not pure black, but slightly yellowish. Although not abundant, it was evenly distributed, but not in an inverted triangle shape. Because it was so sparse, it had virtually no shape, merely covering the lower part of the mons pubis. Although the girl's thighs were slightly parted, her labia majora were tightly closed, with only a faint trace of moisture indicating that she had been violated recently. The labia majora were a tender white, smooth and even more delicate than the skin of the surrounding thighs, without any dark pigmentation, indicating that her body had just reached sexual maturity and she had little sexual experience. A few soft hairs were sparsely distributed around the labia majora, still damp, making the labia appear even more adorable. Seemingly reluctant to break her delicate labia, I carefully used both hands to gently peel back her two full labia, revealing the mysterious scenery inside. Inside, it was a lovely pink, without the slightest hint of pigmentation to mar its flawless beauty. A small protrusion at the top made the adorable clitoris, though engorged with blood, only about the size of a soybean, unlike some descriptions that make it resemble a peanut. The entire clitoris was enveloped in a layer of tender flesh, with no tip exposed. A small slit peeked out from beneath the flesh, offering a glimpse of mystery. Below the clitoris were two pink labia minora, glistening with moisture and tightly closed. A trickle of fluid oozed from the very bottom of the labia minora, flowing down the cleft and soaking a large patch of the sheet. I leaned closer to examine it closely, gently parting the labia minora with my fingers to reveal the tender, red cavity inside—a slightly open, pencil-thick opening, constantly secreting a slippery fluid that made the entire opening exceptionally moist and delicate. This was her vagina. The vaginal walls had folds and protrusions, and it was still slightly pulsating, pushing streams of vaginal fluid outwards. (Now, I've experienced the bodies of more than ten women, and although this girl's genitals were the first I'd ever seen, they were definitely the most beautiful. It seems my first time was incredibly lucky.) A slightly fishy smell wafted up, intensifying my desire. I lowered my head to savor the deliciousness. First, I licked her mons pubis and smooth labia majora, wetting the pubic hair. I tasted it on my tongue—a slightly salty, slightly fishy flavor. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't particularly delicious, but it wasn't unpleasant either. I licked further inward, teasing her slightly protruding clitoris, trying to pull it out with the tip of my tongue, but failed and gave up (I didn't feel she was particularly excited while I was licking her clitoris; perhaps every woman's erogenous zones are different, at least I felt her clitoris wasn't very sensitive). I continued downward, using my tongue to separate her labia minora; the wet, slippery texture was quite interesting. I swirled my tongue around inside her vagina, and a gush of vaginal fluid slipped into my mouth, the salty, fishy taste intensifying. I didn't spit it out, but swallowed it gently. Then I lightly sucked on her labia minora with my tongue, swirling it back and forth inside her vagina, occasionally gently biting one of her labia minora. My face was pressed close, my entire face covering her vulva; my hands were no longer useful, I used only my nose and tongue to rub and lick between her labia minora and vagina, my whole face covered in sticky, hot liquid. The girl's breathing gradually became rapid, and her body began to writhe gently. The time had come… I thought, and immediately got up, gently leaning over the girl, ready to begin this important lesson in my life. My little brother was rock hard, thrusting against the girl's thighs for ages without managing to penetrate. I was sweating profusely, supporting myself with my left hand while using my right to help my little brother find that paradise. Still couldn't get in… I desperately whispered in her ear, "Please help me, okay? This is my first time, I can't get in! Please help me!" Her face flushed, but she didn't actually help me; she just shifted her body slightly downwards and parted her legs a little more, that was all. This didn't help me much… I had no choice but to laboriously use my right hand to part her labia majora, thrusting my little brother around to find it. After searching for a while, I only felt a burning, slippery sensation that made my little brother want to ejaculate. Finally, my penis seemed to have sunk in a little, and I began to thrust with all my might, thinking I had found the right spot. After less than a minute, I felt an unbearable tingling, itching, and swelling in my lower abdomen, and streams of semen gushed out, making a mess of the girl's vulva. And so, my first time ended abruptly. After ejaculating, as my penis softened, my mind gradually cleared. Looking at the mess I had left behind, I was at a loss. My shorts and underwear were off, but how was I going to put them back on? I stared blankly at the girl. Noticing my lack of movement, the girl pretended to have just woken up. She exclaimed coquettishly, "Oh dear, what happened?" Sitting up, looking at our genitals, her face flushed, she asked, "What did you do? Give me a towel!" I stupidly handed her the towel, watching her wipe her genitals. She noticed me staring at her and blushed again. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and put your pants on, what kind of behavior is this?" I snapped out of my daze and hurriedly pulled on my shorts. After wiping her genitals, the girl took the shorts and underwear I handed her, put them on, and then sat on the bed, staring at me silently, her eyes blank and devoid of any smile. I panicked. After all, I'd never been to a prostitute before; I had no experience. I didn't know what she meant. Does she want money, or...? I don't care about the money, but what if she accuses me of rape? I could only lower my head and admit my mistake: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, but I really like you, so I couldn't help myself..." She still didn't speak, and I panicked even more. I put my arm around her shoulder and said, "What's wrong with you? Please don't be like this. Say something! I'm sorry, okay? If you're really angry, just hit me a few times to vent your anger, don't stay silent, okay?" She said calmly, "I'm not angry." She smoothed my messy hair and then fell silent again. But this time she didn't look at me anymore. Instead, she lowered her head and gestured something on the bed with her fingers. I didn't dare to interrupt. I stared at her blankly for a long time. Seeing that she seemed to be gesturing some numbers, I had a general idea of what was going on. "Oh, do you need money? That makes things easier. You startled me, but it's just a little money." So I said to her, "Sit here for a while, I'll go downstairs and get something and then come back up." (The bathhouse had showers and changing rooms downstairs, and private rooms upstairs.) She asked me suspiciously, "What are you going to get?" I stammered for a while, "I'm going to get some money..." Her face changed and she asked again, "Then why are you getting money? You pay when you leave?" I stammered again, tentatively saying, "Do you need money? I'll go get you some money." The girl's face immediately turned pale, a hint of disdain in her eyes, she snorted and ignored me. Her eyes seemed to say, "Do you think I'm that kind of person?" I was completely flustered and hurriedly hugged her. "I'm sorry, I know you're a good girl, I shouldn't have thought that way, but you haven't said anything for so long, I don't know what you mean. Besides, I saw you gesturing on the bed and thought you wanted money, I'm sorry!" After a long apology and a string of nice words, her face finally brightened. Seeing my anxious look (which must have looked really silly), she chuckled, "I was calculating how much you spent last night. I think if we changed the massage to a Korean-style bone-setting massage, we could save some money. Wait for me to go to the bar and change it for you." To be honest, I was stunned at the time. I didn't care about the amount of money, as long as she wasn't angry. Later, after I went there more often and learned to do the math myself, I realized that she really did save me almost thirty yuan that day. She went out for a while and came back to tell me that the bill had been changed. It was almost time for me to go to work, so I cuddled with her for a bit longer. She then walked me downstairs, I took a shower, and went to work. If you were in this situation, and this girl not only didn't complain about what you did, but even helped you save money, what would you think? What would you do? I can only describe this girl with one word: "speechless." This incident also deepened our relationship, and I often went to see her because of it. Of course, regardless of whether this counts as losing my virginity, she was the one who took it from me the second time… Editor's Note: To clarify, the above is indeed my first experience. Many friends don't believe it, thinking I'm making it up, thinking I'm too experienced. So, after reading this, do you still think I'm making it up? Actually, strictly speaking, this can't be considered my first time. As you can see, I consistently used the word "thrusting" instead of "pulsating," because I later realized that my penis hadn't actually entered the girl's vagina at all. However, I didn't know that at the time and thought it had. Analyzing why I didn't penetrate the first time, it's probably because the girl's vagina was too small and too tight, and her labia minora were also very tightly closed. Plus, it was my first time, and I lacked experience, so I didn't penetrate; it just remained on the outside.I hesitated for a moment. Actually, later when we had sex, she usually guided my penis in; it was quite difficult for me to find it myself. I've never had this much trouble with other women. But actually, there's no clear definition of what constitutes a man's first time. Does the first wet dream count as the first time? Does the first masturbation count as the first time? No? Didn't I ejaculate? Haha, if you think it only counts if you ejaculate after penetration, then of course this doesn't count as my first time. However, I feel that even though I didn't penetrate, I still touched the girl's genitals, so that counts as my first intimate contact. The result is the same, only the process is slightly different, so I'll still consider this my first time! Because this is the one that left the deepest impression on me... Thus, my first experience has come to a temporary end, or you could say it's over.

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