Recalling my first time

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Her name is Yan. I didn't pay much attention to her when she first arrived, perhaps because I was too young to understand, or perhaps because I was still having a crush on another girl. I don't know when it started, but the male colleagues in the company kept glancing at her. Maybe I was too immature back then, or maybe my senses hadn't fully developed yet, but I never looked at her with any romantic interest.

One day, she made an excuse to chat with me, and I responded half-heartedly. Perhaps my tone was a bit perfunctory; after all, I was young then and didn't really like her kind of alluring woman. After she walked away, looking bored, several colleagues came over to ask what I was talking about. Some even said to my face that Yan was the company's beauty, and that I hadn't missed my chance. I don't know if I was just naive back then, or if the other person I had a crush on was just more attractive. After that, I still didn't make any move towards Yan, not even wanting to talk to her. But strangely enough, Yan kept trying to talk to me. This made me feel very passive at work, and several of my male colleagues started to get on my nerves.

Thinking back, Yan was six years older than me, a woman who looked much more mature. Her breasts weren't large, but you could see cleavage, and she had a pair of alluring eyes that always seemed to be unconsciously radiating charm. No wonder all the male colleagues at the company were attracted to her. I thought to myself, "So she loves to show off, I just don't like her." After

all, my crush back then was the flower I dreamed of in high school—I wouldn't dare call her the school beauty, but she was definitely one of the most beautiful girls in my grade. I only remember it was a few days into August when my crush hurt me deeply, and I felt incredibly sad. And for some reason, my skin on my face and hands started having problems, like peeling. My colleagues all thought I had a contagious disease and kept their distance.
Yan gave me a bottle of skin cream when I was feeling particularly vulnerable. Although I had reservations about her, I didn't want to owe her a favor. So I wanted to treat her to a meal as compensation. Of course, she was considerate of my income, so we only ate McDonald's.

Then she took me to the beach to see the night view. The night view was beautiful; no wonder so many people came here. This woman beside me, whom I didn't particularly like, suddenly seemed very beautiful to me.
She slowly leaned on my shoulder, and I didn't refuse. Then came the kiss. Although it wasn't my first kiss (I'd kissed classmates and older sisters randomly when I was little), it was my first time having my tongue touched someone else's. When I experienced the wet kiss described in fantasy novels for the first time, I suddenly felt a strange urge and heat within me, my body becoming increasingly difficult to control, especially my lower body. After
the beach breeze blew for a while, I calmed down and realized I hadn't done the right thing. Seeing that it was getting late, we went home separately. Before leaving, she said it was her turn to treat me to dinner next time. I didn't refuse.

One Monday in September, I went to her rented apartment as promised. She lived alone. We cooked together; we both made our specialty dishes. After eating, I was a little tired and lay down on the sofa. She sat down and used her legs as a pillow for me. Without thinking, she took out her college diary, flipped to a few short poems, and asked me to read them aloud.

I read a few of her poems, looked up at her glasses, and saw a strange expression in them. The alluring look from the daytime was gone, replaced by tenderness and tears. I didn't know what to do. It was my own stupidity; I was still a virgin, and aside from watching Japanese AVs, I had no idea how to flirt.

Just as I was at a loss, she suddenly kissed me again. I collapsed, completely slumped onto the sofa, too weak to resist. Her hands traced my chest, unbuckling my belt. A voice in my head kept telling me to stop, but in reality, I didn't want it to stop.

I followed her to the bed, letting her do as she pleased. She took off my shirt, trousers, and shorts, and slowly removed her own outer garment and underwear. Her kisses were wet, especially when she kissed my ears. My last resistance ceased; I only knew I wanted to drown in this feeling. Oh my god, my first time was going to be with a woman six years older than me.

Slowly, I began to caress her. I had never truly touched a woman's breasts before, and they were just as everyone said—so soft, so comfortable. Her buttocks felt wonderful too; a woman's skin was truly like the silk described in fantasy novels. Slowly, I moved downwards, finally touching her genitals. I

'd only ever watched porn before, but this time I was actually touching them. My heart was probably pounding at 120. I was so nervous. Yan didn't stop me. I continued downwards, touching her labia. To my surprise, they were already wet.

I touched them, but didn't do anything. After all, watching porn is one thing, but actually inserting my penis is another. I never had the guts, and I was afraid that if I actually did, I might cause a pregnancy.

Yan seemed to sense my thoughts. She continued kissing every part of my body and began giving me oral sex. Looking back now, she was probably the woman who loved me the most. Later, when I met other women, none of them were as gentle as she was. But that's another story.

Her oral sex skills were excellent; I felt my penis growing increasingly engorged, almost bursting forth. Yan probably sensed it too; she sat on top of me, in a woman-on-top position—a position I'd at least seen in adult videos. She started moving her body, trying to compensate for my virginity. For a moment, I thought about needing a condom, but Yan's increasingly frantic movements made me disregard that.

She continued moving up and down, and perhaps because it was my first time, I couldn't reach orgasm. I don't know how long this went on, but she finally cried out a few times and collapsed on top of me. Looking back now, she was probably a little short of breath from orgasm. I still hadn't ejaculated. Seeing how tired she looked, I draped a blanket over her and held her as we fell asleep.

The next day, I opened my eyes to find Yan awake. She was staring at me intently, a stark contrast to her seductive gaze at work. I still can't forget her eyes; no other woman could be so affectionate. She kissed me again and said, "Your eyes are so clear." This is a sentence I remember vividly. Now I'm nearsighted, and my vision isn't as clear as it used to be. Feeling depressed.

Anyway, my little brother was still as hard as ever, after all, I didn't ejaculate last night. This time I started caressing her body, and she tried her best to cooperate, opening her legs, but I just couldn't find a place to insert. With Yan's help, I found the right spot.
I started moving constantly, not much different from the monotonous piston-like movements in Western films. It felt like I was going to release all the pent-up semen from my 19 years inside this woman's vagina. She didn't seem to care about getting pregnant, constantly accommodating my thrusts. With each thrust, I felt my blood boiling, and just before ejaculating, I inexplicably pulled out my little brother and ejaculated my 19 years of pent-up semen outside her.

I collapsed, completely powerless. Yan found me a towel and wiped my body.

Later, Yan and I started having a normal relationship at work, but there were too many eyes watching us there. I wasn't doing well at that company, so I quit. Later, I heard that Yan was having affairs with several clients, which disappointed me greatly; I felt like I'd been deceived.

A few months later, she tearfully told me that she had had an abortion, and the child was with one of her married clients. She talked a lot about her life in this city, without any relatives or support, constantly crying, which made me feel a little sorry for her. However, apart from that first time, we never had sex again.

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