My Junior High School - Part 1

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First, let me clarify that this is based on my true experience. This is my first post, so please forgive any shortcomings.
My name is Xiao K. I was born in a small city, and my family works for a state-owned enterprise. We work in heavy industry, so our location is relatively remote. The factory is far from the city center, so we have our own independent living area. The environment is relatively isolated.
Perhaps because of my strong libido since childhood, I have been curious about women's bodies since I can remember. That intense curiosity has always driven me to seize any opportunity to touch women's private parts.
When I first entered junior high school, in September, all the teachers would come to give lectures. Bored, I started observing the female classmates on my left and right. These classmates were all people I had known since kindergarten, and we grew up in the same neighborhood.
We were all very familiar with each other, but after not seeing each other for two months during the summer vacation, I suddenly noticed that the girl on my left was different from before.
Her breasts had gotten bigger, and I knew that this was the beginning of female sexual development. To my shame, seeing her slightly protruding breasts, I actually got an erection. I couldn't help but move my chair forward and use the crossbeam of my desk to press down on my erect penis, but this stimulation made it even harder.
So I stared intently. The girl on the left, probably tired from sitting upright, had her arm resting on the desk. It was still hot, and everyone was wearing short sleeves. The girl on the left had particularly large sleeves, and as her arm moved, I caught a
glimpse of her nipple. I was incredibly excited; it was the first time I'd ever seen anything like it. For the first few weeks of school, I couldn't concentrate in class at all, constantly glancing to my left, trying to catch a fleeting glimpse of the girl's exposed skin. Finally…
the weather cooled down, and everyone switched to long sleeves. I knew I had to do something, but I didn't even know what I wanted. Back then, there was no internet, no access to pornography, just an innate attraction to women that made me want to see and touch. But I knew I couldn't act on it easily, or I'd definitely get a severe scolding from my teachers and parents. As a result, I spent more and more time thinking about these things every day.
One day, I overheard girls talking about upperclassmen dating and kissing. Suddenly, it dawned on me: to get a girl to listen to you, you have to make her like you. How do you attract a girl? I was very worried. I looked through the books at home and found that none of them covered this topic. Observe slowly, ponder slowly. Back then, I learned to masturbate, and every day felt like torture. I really wanted to explore women's breasts and genitals.
I started growing taller in the first year of junior high, and by the second year I was already 1.73 meters tall. I was always in the top 10 of my grade academically and was very good at sports. I was young then and never cared about looks until the winter of my second year of junior high. It was snowing outside, and we were having a snowball fight. My head was covered in snow. When I entered the classroom, the snow slowly melted, and my hair became wet. I went to the school toilet to wash my face and smooth my hair back. When I entered the classroom, I found that the girls who saw me were stunned. But after about two seconds, everyone was normal again. Later, a girl I was close to told me that I was handsome.
I'll call this girl I was close to Xiao G. Our families lived not far apart. Back then, we got home early at 4 pm and our parents didn't get off work until 6 pm. I was a good student, so I used that as an excuse to go to her house after school to do homework together. Of course, we would chat while doing homework, and our relationship grew closer. Gradually, the topic turned to relationships between men and women. Until one day during the summer vacation of my second year of junior high, I went to her house to play, and she was home alone.
We started talking about dating in school again. I asked Xiao G if she liked me. She looked at me blankly and said she didn't really know what dating or liking someone meant. She just really enjoyed hanging out with me. I asked if I could kiss her on the lips, my heart pounding as I asked. She said no, it wasn't right. When I asked why, she couldn't explain. We were sitting very close, so I just hugged her. She struggled and whispered, "Let go of me, don't do this." I comforted her, saying it was okay, just a kiss.
She then asked what would happen if she got pregnant. I was completely dumbfounded. I hugged her and started explaining that kissing doesn't cause pregnancy; pregnancy only happens when a man's penis enters a woman's vagina and ejaculates. She asked how I knew so much, and I said it was written in my family's medical book. After chatting for a while, she got used to me hugging her, so I took the opportunity to push her down onto the bed and kissed her on the lips.
When our lips touched, I felt a buzzing in my head, and my whole body felt flushed. My lips touched two soft, smooth mounds. I tried to slip my tongue into her mouth, but she started shaking her head to avoid me. I held her head with both hands to keep her from moving, but she kept her lips tightly closed. My tongue could only reach her teeth, and she wouldn't open her mouth. It probably only lasted about ten seconds before she pushed me away. I sat up slightly and pressed my hand against her breast through her clothes. It felt small and soft. I wanted to reach inside and touch it, but she suddenly shouted, "Don't go too far!" I sat up in fear. I looked
at her, feeling very embarrassed, and didn't know what to say. She didn't speak, and after a moment of silence, said, "Don't tell anyone." I said, "Okay, you can go now." I said, "Okay," and left her house. Looking back, it was a failed first kiss. Maybe there was just a bit of attraction between us, but it wasn't romantic. After that, when I wanted to go to her house again, she wouldn't let me and kept avoiding me. Later, we moved a bit further apart, and it wasn't on our way anymore. There was no chance for things to develop further.
Later, I nominally established a romantic relationship with a girl in seventh grade, though neither of us really knew what love was; it was probably just for appearances in front of our classmates. During holidays, I invited her to my house, and I tried the same trick again, pinning her to the bed and attempting to kiss her. She screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and I failed. Seeing that it wasn't interesting, I gradually distanced myself from her. I
drifted aimlessly into my final year of junior high. Everyone knows the pressure of exams is immense, and I, having always been a good student, didn't want these things to interfere with my studies. I spent my days masturbating, no longer thinking about dating. That year I was 14, and a new batch of seventh graders arrived. I shone at the autumn sports meet, winning first place in our junior high group in sprints, long jump, and high jump. I also won second place in the school's speech contest. I was quite a well-known figure at school, and finally, one day I received a love letter.
After school, I asked her to meet me in the grove behind the school playground. Let's call her Little S. She was quite tall, very fair-skinned, and had cute, curved eyes. She asked me if I had a girl I liked, and I said I had. I also mentioned that I was in my final year of junior high and would be focusing on my studies next year for the college entrance exam, so I wouldn't think about such trivial things. She seemed a little unhappy and said, "Then I'll pursue you, and you'll like me." At the time, I thought, "Does a little girl like me even know what 'liking' means?" Now, thinking about it, it's actually quite simple. Girls mature early, and having a handsome boyfriend at school is definitely something to brag about. But she slowly fell for it herself.
So, every day after school, she followed me, always trying to talk to me, until I reached my doorstep before leaving. She
was really persistent, doing this every day after school. Our area is small, and I was afraid of being scolded by my parents and school, so at first I always avoided her. Later, I gradually accepted this after-school routine, and it felt nice to have a girl accompany me. After all, on the way home from school, I would occasionally linger on her small breasts, wanting to hold her hand or something, but I didn't dare. I always kept a certain distance while walking, afraid others would notice we were getting too close.
Until the day before New Year's Day, when school was out for the holidays, there was a party that evening. That afternoon, she told me she'd stay late after school because she had a gift for me. We ninth graders had evening study sessions, while the seventh graders usually went home on time. Opportunities like this, spending time alone together, were rare. After the party, I waited for her in the shade near the school gate until almost everyone had left. She finally appeared. I asked what gift she wanted, and she said it was too bright there and suggested we go to the garden. I agreed.
Following her to a patch of grass in the garden, she turned to me and said, "It's been six months, and I've accompanied you home from school every day. Can you admit I'm your girlfriend?"
I said, "Why are you bringing this up again? I've said I don't want a girlfriend. The high school entrance exam is in six months. I want to go to a good high school in the city."
She pleaded for a while, and seeing my continued refusal, she started to cry. Seeing her cry annoyed me too.
I said, "If you cry again, I'm going home. It's getting late."
She said, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'll give you a gift before I go."
I said, "What is it?"
"Close your eyes!"
I pretended to close my eyes tightly, and she slowly moved closer, wrapping her arms around my neck. I knew what she wanted to do. Although I didn't feel anything for her, I didn't refuse.
She kissed my lips, then remained motionless. After two seconds of contact, she tried to pull away, but I held her and began to suck on her lips. She suddenly pushed me away.
"Have you kissed other girls before?"
"Yeah, is that strange?"
"This is my first kiss," she said, then began to sob softly.
"Little S, you were the one who wanted to kiss me, I didn't say I wanted to kiss you."
"You... then can you give me a chance to be your girlfriend?"
Looking into her tearful eyes, I didn't know if it was guilt, or if I suddenly found her cute and beautiful?
Or if it was influenced by lust, I said, "Then let's spend some time together during winter break and see."
She smiled through her tears, very happy, and I could tell she was genuinely happy. Seeing her happy, I suddenly didn't find her annoying anymore.
During winter break, I slept in late every day, did some homework, or chatted with classmates on the landline to pass the time.
(Free phone calls within the residential area).
On the third day of the holiday, she called and said, "Is anyone home?"
"No."
"Then I'll come to your house."
"Hmm...come on!" I was a little excited; I had a feeling something was about to happen.
Twenty minutes later, she arrived at my house. After coming in, she looked around at the layout. Finally, she came to my room. I lay down on the bed and said, "I slept late last night, and I'm still a little sleepy."
"Then you can sleep a little longer. I'll sit next to you and watch you."
I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them to see her sitting obediently on the chair opposite the bed, watching me.
"Little S."
"Hmm?"
"Come here."
"What for?"
"Sitting there is tiring. Come lie down next to me."
"No need, sitting is fine, I'm not tired."
"...Be good! Come here."
"Okay."
She slowly stood up, walked to the bed, carefully turned around and sat down, then lay down on her side with her back to me, about twenty centimeters away.
"Little S."
"Hmm? What's wrong?" She turned slightly to lie flat, her head turned towards me.
"I want another present."
"What present?"
"The one you gave me in the garden that night."
"Hehe, too many presents lose their value." She laughed like a little fox.
After saying that, she tried to get up, but I grabbed her.
"Let go of me, you're so annoying." She said this while laughing.
I pulled her onto the bed and pressed her down hard. She found it very amusing and struggled fiercely, resulting in us both being out of breath.
I forgot to mention, she's our school's long-distance running champion, with excellent stamina.
"Stop it, let me kiss you." I said, a little annoyed.
"Just one, okay?" She gave in when she saw I was angry.
I slowly moved closer to her face. She kept smiling at me, slowly closing her eyes. We kissed for almost 10 minutes, finally learning what a deep French kiss was. Our tongues were intertwined the whole time. I thought her saliva was a little sweet. When our lips parted, I opened my eyes and saw that her face was red, perhaps because she was quite fair-skinned, her neck was also a little pink.
I looked at her and said, "It feels so good."
She smiled, her eyes still half-closed in a cute, curved smile. "I feel so good too, do you like me?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Yes!"
So we hugged again and started kissing. This time my hands started to wander, placing them on her chest, touching a soft spot. My hands began to tremble and caress. At this movement, she immediately grabbed my hand. I pulled her hand away and firmly placed it on her small breasts again, this time she didn't resist. Her small mouth was still enveloped by my lips, making soft moaning sounds, and her upper body began to twist.
My hand moved down to the gap between her sweater and pants, and I slipped my hand inside, pulling out the thermal underwear tucked into her pants, and then my hand touched her abdominal skin. She opened her eyes abruptly, turned her head away, and dodged my lips, saying, "K, no, come out." Her hands gripped my hand tightly, preventing me from moving upwards along her lower abdomen.
"Let me touch your breasts." Perhaps because we grew up in a relatively closed-off and conservative environment, she visibly trembled and blushed even more when I uttered the word "breasts.
" "No, this isn't right." She still gripped my hand tightly through her sweater.
"I've always been interested in this, but I've never touched anyone else's before. Let me touch it, just for a moment."
"No, don't!"
We remained locked in a stalemate for a while. Perhaps she was a little tired, her grip loosened slightly, and I pushed, my left hand firmly covering her right breast. She let out a soft moan, then stopped talking and struggling.
Where I touched, it was soft and tender, and I felt a small, slightly hard bump—a young girl's nipple. I gently ran my fingers over that small bump, and she began to twist her body and struggle. She whispered, "Stop it, it's uncomfortable."
I didn't stop, continuing to knead both of her small breasts thoroughly before finally stopping. Then I turned my attention to her lower body, my hand sliding down her smooth skin. She was clever; she immediately crossed her legs and squeezed them together.
My hand only reached a little below her lower abdomen before I couldn't push it any further. She started struggling, and then I glanced at my watch—my parents were about to leave work. I had to give up. We quickly got up, tidied our clothes and the bed, and she hurriedly left.
The next day, I invited her to my house, but she refused no matter what. Finally, we agreed to run together every morning. This continued until the start of the second semester of junior high.
We exercised together every morning and walked home together, and I truly accepted her in my heart. I liked her more and more, and wanted to take our relationship further. But there were no more good opportunities to be alone together. At most, we'd find a secluded spot after school to kiss. I'd touch her small breasts through her clothes. Actually, thinking back now, I can't tell whether I liked touching her body or liked her as a person.
Until the end of April, there was an opportunity—I forget what holiday it was, but students had a day off, and parents were at work. I called her early in the morning and invited her to my house. She had also experienced the pleasure of kissing and wanted to be alone with me, so she readily agreed. Her parents left at 1:30 pm, and she arrived at my house at 2 pm.
This time, we naturally snuggled together and lay on the bed. I climbed on top of her and started kissing. This time, I was more careful; while kissing, I slipped my right leg between hers. When I touched her breasts, I started to take off her top. She resisted for a moment, but then complied, taking off her thin sweater, thermal underwear, and bra. This time, I finally saw her breasts.
She was barely covering her chest with her hands, and two small, pink nipples peeked out from between her elbows.
Thinking about it now, they were so tender, like a young girl's nipples. I grabbed her forearms, slowly separating them, and placed one hand on them, beginning to knead them. Her neck and navel flushed red. Then my hand began to stroke her abdomen. She tried to close her legs, but it was too late.
My right leg was kneeling between hers, unable to close properly. My hand was already inside her pants, inside her panties, touching a few pubic hairs. She panicked, grabbing my arm and pulling upwards, saying, "No, no, don't, don't do this."
She used a lot of force, and we were locked in a stalemate. Suddenly, I used all my strength, and my hand slid down, feeling my middle and ring fingers slide between her thighs. I touched two soft, smooth labia. My hand was covered in a wet, sticky liquid. She screamed and yanked my hand out.
She looked at me, and I stared at her.
She said, "Do you know what you look like right now?"
"What?"
"A pervert!"
Hearing that word for the first time still shocked me, and I wondered if I had gone too far.
She slightly rose, hugged my neck, pulled me onto her, and pinned me down.
"Please don't do this, I'm scared."
I thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I won't do it anymore."
She cheered up a little, smiled, and said, "Kiss me."
So, we hugged each other. She wasn't wearing any clothes on her upper body. We lay there kissing, touching her breasts, and chatting. That's how we spent the afternoon.
After he left, I started masturbating, recalling the feeling of touching her lower body. I kept thinking about it for a long time.
Finally, summer arrived, and girls started wearing skirts. I spent all day looking at girls, feeling smug when I occasionally caught a glimpse of something exposed.
Of course, with Xiao S, the skirts made it easier for me to touch and pinch her buttocks through her underwear, though I was still very careful about her genitals.
In June, the middle school entrance exams ended. I almost didn't get into one of the better high schools in the city. Although I was disappointed, it was also what I wanted. I stayed in the high school next to my current junior high school in our community, which meant I still had many opportunities to continue my sweet relationship with Xiao S.
At the end of June, summer vacation started. It was a very relaxing summer vacation with no homework, allowing me to happily relax for two months. On the first day of my vacation, I invited Little S to my house. She knew what I wanted to do; after all this time, she'd figured out my lecherous nature. But she also seemed to enjoy our kissing and touching. I could sense she was experiencing pleasure, and even seemed to have become addicted to the feeling.
That afternoon, I'll remember it clearly for the rest of my life. She came to my house wearing a white dress, white sneakers, and a blue hair clip. She was already very fair-skinned, and this made her look even more delicate and fair.
After six months of caressing, her breasts had noticeably developed. She seemed to be getting more womanly. After entering my house, we didn't say anything. I took her hand and led her to the bed. I placed my hands on her shoulders to help her sit on the bed, then bent down to help her take off her sneakers and socks, revealing her fair feet. Her arches were very prominent, perhaps because she loved running. I took the opportunity to look at her legs; they were straight, without any excess fat or obvious muscle definition.
I didn't touch her legs, but instead grabbed her feet, lifted them, and laid them flat on my bed. I gently climbed onto the bed, propped myself up on my elbows, and gently lay on top of her.
We looked at each other, she closed her eyes, and I began to kiss her. We kissed for about ten minutes, until her whole body flushed and she started panting slightly. I found the zipper on the back of her dress, and she slightly raised her upper body to make it easier for me to pull it down.
I got up, grabbed the hem of her dress, and lifted it up. She tried to close her legs, but ultimately didn't move. Her white panties were visible. I wasn't in a hurry, and slowly pulled her dress up, revealing her smooth abdomen, followed by her white bra. She raised her arms so I could take off her dress. I took off my t-shirt and then her bra. I was about to take off her panties when she hugged me and pulled me closer, probably out of shyness.
I started kissing her—her mouth, chin, neck, collarbone, breasts—and finally, I took her nipple into my mouth. My tongue began to gently tease her. She started to move her upper body and made soft moaning sounds. I slightly turned to the side, grabbed the edge of her panties with my left hand, and started pulling them down. She cooperated by lifting her hips to let me take them off. As I tried to stand up, she seemed to try to stop me, finally covering her face with her hands.
I straightened up and knelt between her legs. There were only a few sparse hairs between her legs, and the small slit in the middle was clearly exposed to my view. So this is a girl's genitals. I thought to myself, amazed.
I began to stroke her thighs—smooth, strong, and elastic. Slowly, I touched the base of her thighs. Her breathing became faster and faster, her hands still covering her face, afraid to show it. I started to spread my kneeling legs apart, pressing against hers as they slowly parted. I stared intently at the slit of her genitals, watching it slowly emerge. I couldn't resist placing my hands on it, slowly prying open the slit with my two thumbs, revealing two pink labia. I started to recall the descriptions in books—this is where girls urinate, and below that is the vaginal opening. I gently touched it, and she began to tremble. I felt a slippery liquid; was this the lubricant for intercourse? I took a whiff and smelled it; it had a slightly musky scent.
Not satisfied with the extent of her leg spread, I grabbed her calves, lifted them up, spread them outwards, and folded them downwards.
Her body trembled even more violently, almost turning pink all over. Her head was turned to the left, her hands tightly covering her face, and she made indistinct, muffled sounds. I could see more clearly now; her labia, engorged with blood, began to swell and part, completely pink, revealing a small pink opening. I saw the opening twitching, slowly releasing a little glistening fluid. I reached out and parted her vagina, getting closer. I saw the hymen I wanted to see. She remained in this position for about two minutes, then started to feel uneasy. She spread her hands, opened her hazy eyes, and looked at me. I met her gaze, and she immediately closed her eyes again and turned her head away.
I lowered her legs and stood up. She curiously turned to look at me. I then pulled my shorts and underwear all the way down. She gasped and quickly turned away, covering her eyes. She must have seen my erect penis. I chuckled, then knelt between her legs, grasped my penis, and placed the head between her labia.
She flinched, and I held her legs down. I tried moving slightly, and the feeling of the head sliding between her labia was indeed very pleasurable, different from masturbating. I pulled my foreskin back down, exposing more of the head, and slid it up and down against her labia, searching for the vaginal opening. She seemed a little overwhelmed by this, probably mortified. She suddenly sat up, hugged me, and lay back on top of me, preventing me from continuing to admire her genitals.
My penis was still pressed between her legs. I reached down and continued to grasp my penis, sliding it back and forth, trying to thrust forward. After more than a minute, I felt a spot where the resistance was relatively low. I aimed at that spot and started pushing. She gripped my back tightly. I felt myself going in a little, and then her fingers began to dig into my skin with her nails.
I thrust hard, and she screamed. I felt half of my glans push in. She kicked her legs downwards and tried to pull herself up, but I held her shoulder with one hand to prevent her from doing so and continued thrusting. She started crying out in pain, and her screams grew louder. I thrust again, and this time I felt the entire glans push in. She screamed and started pushing me away.
Tears started streaming down her face. Seeing how much pain she was in, I didn't dare move. I tried to slowly back out. Holy crap, I felt it! I felt my glans pull out of her vagina, and her vaginal opening gripped me tightly, the glans sliding against her vaginal skin. The feeling was so stimulating, so pleasurable, it was indescribable. At that moment, I realized that having sex with a woman was such an amazing thing.
I then withdrew my penis, and she breathed a sigh of relief. I asked her if it hurt, and she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "It hurts so much."
I said, "Take a break first, then try again."
She looked at me without saying anything, and after a while she said, "When you withdrew just now, it felt so good, I've never felt like that before."
"I think so too."
I continued, "Let's try again."
"Okay, be gentle."
"Okay."
It didn't go smoothly for a while. She could only get the tip in before she couldn't take it anymore. I was already very satisfied at that point, so I slowly moved the head of my penis in and out of her mouth. She was very comfortable and kept moaning.

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