My first time

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My freshman year passed by just like that, and I did nothing. I just wasted my time aimlessly. And it wasn't even a very good time; while others managed to achieve something, I achieved nothing. The worst part was not having a girlfriend. Whenever I saw others in pairs and was alone at night, the loneliness was unbearable. Time really waits for no one. I muddled through my sophomore year. A lot happened in the first semester of my sophomore year. I found a decent part-time job during the summer break and earned a considerable income. But most importantly, I met her and had my first love. She was quite tall, 164 cm, with a great figure. She was slim but not the skinny type of model; she had curves that attracted attention at first glance. Her skin was fair and felt soft to the touch. She was very pretty, like the girl next door. At that time, she had just been admitted to our school's performing arts department. She was younger than me, so I was suspected of being an older man dating a younger woman. But at the same time, I was very proud because she was in the performing arts department, and everyone knew that was a place that produced beautiful women. So her arrival made countless male classmates envious of me, causing public outrage. I remember meeting her at my part-time job. The first time I saw her, what attracted me wasn't her figure, but her face—delicate, lovely, with a kind of delicate beauty that evoked a sense of tenderness. She walked towards me, and my heart raced, thump, thump, thump… I felt an unprecedented pressure, almost suffocating. “Hello, excuse me, xxxxx,” her warm voice rang in my ears, sounding like heavenly music. I quickly stopped my thoughts and responded gently… Beautiful moments always pass quickly. After she finished her consultation, I realized she was about to fly away. “What should I do?” I thought anxiously. “…What's your phone number?” “…” “Oh, it's nothing. I thought we were classmates, so if you have any questions in the future, you don't need to come here. Just call my service hotline. My phone number is 13xxxxxxxxx,” I said hastily, like a child who had done something wrong. “Oh, I see…”"Okay, my phone number is 13xxxxxxxxx," she replied playfully. Watching her leave, I felt a surge of happiness that lingered for a long time. From then on, I pursued her relentlessly, leading to many funny and romantic moments, which I won't recount here. Our relationship continued to blossom, and it wasn't until two months later that she acknowledged our romantic relationship. On a dark and stormy night, when lecherous men were lurking (sounds like a novel plot, haha, just to add some spice), I invited her to a lavish dinner off-campus (ouch, that meal almost cost me half a month's food budget, but it turned out to be worth it!!). After dinner, we returned to campus and strolled along the Lovers' Lake. This Lovers' Lake is no ordinary place; countless romantic love stories have unfolded here. Before I had a girlfriend, my buddies and I would come here after class to watch free porn, and you'd accidentally step on two people while walking on the grass. Bringing her here wasn't for nothing, of course. The soft lighting cast a warm, yellowish glow. Her right arm was linked with mine, her head gently resting on my shoulder, exuding tenderness. My heart was already racing; I could clearly feel a soft, protruding object rubbing against my arm with each step. "Let's sit on the grass for a while," she said. "I ate too much earlier, and I'm tired from carrying so much weight." I pointed mischievously to a patch of grass nearby. She slowly raised her head and looked up at me, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. I quickly turned my head away, afraid she would see through my filthy thoughts. It felt like an eternity. "Okay... but you can't have any impure thoughts," she replied. "Of course, of course, I'm an honest man who would hand over any money I found on the street to the police. What impure thoughts could I possibly have?" I quickly replied humbly, though secretly I thought women always pretend to be reserved. When we first sat down, we were both very proper, like sitting on the ground listening to the drill instructor during military training. Soon I couldn't stand it anymore. After a struggle, I reached out my wicked right hand and put it on her right shoulder, trying to close the distance between us. At first, she resisted, refusing to cooperate. I was both anxious and embarrassed, then a thought struck me. "Hey! What's that!" I pointed randomly at the grass to her right and shouted loudly. Her female instincts kicked in, and she immediately snuggled into my arms. I was so happy! "Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I misread it," I said smugly. She pretended to be angry, playfully punching my chest with her little fist, and said "You're so annoying!" which almost made me laugh out loud, but she still snuggled into my arms. The first step was finally successful. After basking in the moment, I thought the time was right and whispered to her, "Close your eyes..." (Actually, her eyes had been closed the whole time; I guess I've watched too many TV dramas). Seeing that she didn't move, I gently lifted her chin with my left hand. My left hand trembled slightly, as if I were doing something naughty. As my arm rose, I saw her closed eyes and her thin lips, painted with lipstick, pink and luscious, exuding an alluring rose scent. I slowly pressed my lips to hers, my heart pounding with the thought of a wolfish kiss. Finally, our lips met tightly. I savored the blissful sensation; her lips weren't too thin, I could clearly feel their plumpness and warmth. I used the kissing techniques I'd read about online, ravaging her lips like a wolf eyeing a lamb. Gradually, she became aroused. At the opportune moment, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, exploring and intertwining it with hers. We exchanged saliva. After a while, my tongue played with hers, and my hands became restless, slowly moving upwards from her navel through her clothes (it was summer, and she was wearing a pink t-shirt, quite thin). Seeing that she didn't resist (perhaps overwhelmed by my passion), I became bolder, grasping her right breast with one hand. To my surprise, my palm could just barely hold her breast; the excitement was indescribable. So, with my left hand, I kneaded and pinched, using my thumb and forefinger to find her nipple through her clothes, stimulating her while simultaneously satisfying myself. She became even more intoxicated, sucking my tongue eagerly with her mouth, as if starving. I was quickly overwhelmed by her... Infected by her enthusiasm, I glanced around to make sure no one was watching. I placed my right hand on her body and slowly slipped my left hand under her t-shirt. As my fingers touched her soft, smooth skin, I felt a strange pleasure. My hand moved faster and faster, until I reached her bra. I didn't immediately pull it off, but instead tried to squeeze it through the bra. It was round and elastic. My fingers stroked the lace pattern, and I was incredibly excited. My lower body also reacted, gradually becoming engorged and swelling through my pants. Usually, seeing a woman's bra from afar would make me feel nervous and embarrassed, but now I was actually playing with it myself, and I felt extremely satisfied. I couldn't wait any longer and reached under the bra, gently lifting it up. I immediately felt her breasts slip out due to gravity. Without thinking, I grabbed her breasts with the perfect, unerring grip I'd imagined a thousand times over. The feeling was incredible—soft, warm to the touch, like playing with a water-filled balloon, but made of tender skin. My desire surged instantly, and my lower body throbbed with desire. She stopped what she was doing with her mouth, her face slightly flushed, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, looking utterly alluring. I saw this and thought, "Good people do..." To give her even more pleasure, I used my thumb and forefinger to reach between her breasts, wanting to pinch her nipples. Her nipples were already hard, her breasts erect. I secretly squeezed harder, and I clearly felt her body tremble slightly. Her blush deepened, and she let out a couple of soft moans. I'm usually most sensitive to these kinds of sounds, so my left hand roamed freely between her breasts, constantly stimulating her. Looking at her dry lips and feeling her trembling body, my lust grew stronger. I was no longer satisfied with her soft breasts and kissed her again, opening her mouth with my tongue. I forcefully thrust my hand into her mouth, stirring her tongue and driving her wild with desire. I simultaneously made her half-lie down, my left hand slowly sliding down her breasts, touching her navel, and continuing downwards. By this time, she no longer resisted, quietly enjoying herself, like a frog in a pot. My left hand had reached the belt of her jeans, four fingers outstretched, slowly exploring downwards. I could clearly feel the edge of her underwear. Continuing downwards, I first touched a few pubic hairs. Good heavens, my nose was about to bleed! Continuing downwards, I touched a clump of pubic hair. I grabbed a handful with my fingers. Female pubic hair is usually quite soft; this was my first... My hand didn't linger in the grass; it continued its exploration towards the mysterious area between her legs. My middle finger probed first; the pubic hair there was already wet, like grass in a park after an afternoon watering. Then, my finger could clearly feel a slit between the thick flesh on both sides. This slit was long and narrow, and near my fingertip, some slippery, sticky liquid was flowing out—that was the so-called love juice! I was extremely excited; my penis was already standing tall in my pants. At that moment, all I could think about was taking it out quickly, pulling off her jeans, and then thrusting it hard into the little hole that every man dreams of…But ultimately, my reason prevailed over my impulse. My unwillingness to suffer a loss prevented me from showing her porn for free, so I suppressed my lust and continued exploring with my fingers. Then, my middle finger pulled back slightly, feeling a fleshy opening between two labia, the entrance wet. I couldn't help but tremble. It was obvious those two labia were her vulva, and the opening was the entrance to her vagina. My middle finger continued to push in. At this moment, her mouth went silent again, emitting low moans. Just then, my middle finger touched something hard and tender. Her body trembled violently. I knew that was her clitoris. My finger didn't stop, pressing, rubbing, and massaging it back and forth. Her body underwent obvious changes: her face flushed, her moans became rhythmic, her lips became drier, and her legs began to sway slightly involuntarily. I looked at her… The reaction intensified. I put my middle and ring fingers together and probed deeper into her vagina. She cried out "Ah!" which startled me and almost made me ejaculate. It turned out that her unconscious excitement had caused her vocal cords to make a sound. It was a false alarm. I could see that she was enjoying it. My two fingers were moving back and forth inside her vagina. That feeling is still unforgettable. My two fingers felt like they were tightly wrapped in flesh. My fingers felt like they were coated with dish soap, slippery. I could feel the temperature and humidity of her vagina. She became more and more excited with each thrust. My mouth didn't stop either. I continued to kiss her lips and occasionally stuck my tongue in and swirled it around. As the speed of my finger thrusts increased, her moans became more and more rapid. Finally, with a strong tremor in her body, she reached orgasm. A warm current gushed out of her vagina, and my two fingers were being cleansed in this warm current. After a while, I pulled my two fingers out of her vagina. They were covered in her love juice. I really wanted to put them to my nose and smell what they tasted like, but I was too shy to do so. I just wiped them clean somewhere. That's when I noticed two nipples protruding from her thong. Remembering what a guy once said about wiping your mouth after cheating, I reached into her thong and felt the smoothness of her skin. I helped her put her bra back on and even gave it a squeeze, making her incredibly embarrassed. Then I gently pulled her into my arms. At that moment, she was like a gentle kitten. I was very satisfied (or maybe she was), quietly enjoying it all, waiting for things to calm down. I vowed to myself that next time I would definitely share the good times and bad times with my husband and let our little brother enjoy the good times too… After that day, she was completely submissive to me. If I told her to go east, she wouldn't dare go west. The old British, American, and French methods were so effective! They knew how to use the big stick policy long ago. Damn it, next time she disobeys, I'll teach her a lesson with the big stick. This incident has been buried in my heart for quite some time. Looking back, I was young and impetuous then (although I'm not that old now), and I did many things I shouldn't have done or that were unreasonable. But that's still a record. Many things I dared to do back then, I might not dare to do now, haha. So, youth has its advantages; do more while you're young. (End of text)

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