A Record of Youthful Reverie (01-03)

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(I) My name is Xiaoyi, I'm a first-year high school student, of average build, and not bad looking. I have a girlfriend, who is also my classmate. We've been together for almost half a year, but it's limited to hugging and kissing. She won't let me take anything further; she'll even push my hand away if I touch her breasts. Of course, I also have no sexual experience. Let me introduce my girlfriend, Wenwen. She's very cute and a bit voluptuous. She's only a first-year high school student, but she already has a C-cup. I can just hold it in one hand. A few times when I successfully sneaked a kiss, it felt so soft and comfortable. She's also very innocent. Although she had other boyfriends before me, she's still a virgin and has said she'll save her virginity for our wedding. One time, on the way home, Wenwen put her arm around my arm and said, "Honey, have you ever watched porn? I heard my best friends A and B talk about it. I heard it's really explicit, can I watch it?" I thought to myself: What kind of best friends are these? Aren't they going to corrupt my wife? However, this might not be a bad opportunity. If I could get her aroused, wouldn't I be able to get my hands on her? Or was she hinting at something? I could only say, "I've seen it. If you want to see it, I can find it for you." She excitedly replied, "Great! Great! How about this, school lets out early on Friday, and your parents won't be home that early. I'll come to your house to watch it." Hearing this, my heart sank. It's true school lets out early on Friday, but that only means getting home two hours earlier than my parents. I'd have to watch the movie, do the deed, and clean up the mess—time was tight and the task was heavy! I spent the whole night planning how to get her to give in on Friday. The next morning, when I arrived at school, my deskmate, Ashu, snatched my homework away. Speaking of Ashu, he's the undisputed heartthrob of our class, so sitting next to him, my looks don't really stand out. He definitely has a girlfriend, and they've been intimate for a while now. Recently, his girlfriend's period was a week late, which scared him half to death, and ever since then, he's always used a condom. His girlfriend is pretty, with a large bust, almost a D cup, but she's quite overweight, which is a bit of a shame for him. Although he's usually idle, his grades are decent, which is something we all envy. Sometimes he uses his looks to sleep with other girls, but his girlfriend hasn't caught him or made a fuss. I remember him sharing his first experience with his girlfriend. They'd been dating for a little over two months, and he knew his girlfriend was different from the girls he usually hooked up with after two or three days or even the same night. He couldn't rush things; he had to slowly find the right opportunity. That day happened to be Ashu's birthday. He had started planning this long in advance, hinting to his girlfriend that he hoped she would be the gift he received (although my birthday was still more than half a year away, I had tried this method before, but it never worked; my girlfriend would just brush it off, saying things like, "I'm already yours."). Sure enough, on his birthday, after his friends had finished celebrating and left, his girlfriend stayed behind and said, "Today is your birthday, and it's the first birthday we've celebrated together. I hope you'll never forget this day. Even if one day you leave me, or I leave you, when I think of our first time together, I'll think of your birthday, everything about you. When you think of your birthday, you'll think of everything that happened between us, so I wanted to make it special." Ashu was already speechless with emotion, hugging his girlfriend tightly, even repenting for his past actions—but only for that one day. Of course, Ashu immediately took his girlfriend's hand and rushed to the nearest hotel, checking in and registering—everything was done with practiced ease, and I don't need to explain why. As soon as they entered the room, Ashu couldn't wait to kiss her, kissing her until she was panting heavily before pulling away. Ashu knew this was her first time, and he had to make sure she was willing. Although his heart was burning with desire, he still pretended to be calm and said, "Are you sure you want to give me your most precious first love?" She hesitated for a moment, but still firmly said, "Of course, I love you, I'm willing to give you everything." Hearing this, Ashu stopped pretending. He quickly stripped himself down to his underwear, then gently removed her clothes one by one—outer garment, undershirt, underwear—and soon his girlfriend was completely naked, her fair skin showing a faint red, her head too shy to lift. Ashu knew that the real show was about to begin. He first squeezed and pressed his girlfriend's nipples, then kissed her again, using his tongue to pry open her teeth and insert his tongue, greedily sucking on it. His other hand wasn't idle either, reaching down to rub against his girlfriend's vaginal opening. Soon, it became overflowing with fluids, but his girlfriend, whether out of shyness or something else, kept enduring it, her body trembling but showing no reaction. A-Shu was helpless and could only mount her. His girlfriend immediately screamed in excruciating pain. At the same time, for A-Shu, a virgin's vagina was particularly tight. Even though A-Shu had considerable experience, he had never been with a virgin before, and such a tight vagina still made him somewhat unable to control himself. Once he got used to it, he began to thrust rapidly. Strangely, at this point, his girlfriend couldn't hold back anymore, her cries growing louder and louder, various lewd moans escaping her lips: "Ah...ah...ah...it's all the way in...so powerful...so deep...so comfortable...so big...nibble." Hearing this, A-Shu became even more energetic, using a nine-shallow-one-deep technique to satisfy her. Soon, his girlfriend, experiencing sex for the first time, climaxed: "I can't take it anymore...I...I'm going to...pee." After saying this, she gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid. "Idiot, you didn't pee, you had an orgasm. Wasn't it great?" As she panted, "You're so annoying. You know that, why did you ask? You're the one who made me like this. But I've never felt this good before." Ashu chuckled wickedly, "Hehe, you know it felt good now, but I haven't had my fill yet. Let me make you feel good again."
With that, he started thrusting again. His girlfriend cried out, "Ah, again? I can't take it anymore... deeper... yes... right there... ah... so good... husband... you're so amazing..." "You say no, but your body is honest." "Ah... ah... so good... ah... I'm coming again... husband... ah..." After saying that, she gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid again, her eyes rolled back, and she actually fainted from the pleasure. After bringing her to orgasm again, Ashu also ejaculated his own semen, filling her vagina. After pulling out his penis, his semen mixed with vaginal fluid slowly flowed out, wetting a large area of the bed sheet. Seeing this obscene scene, Ashu felt a surge of pride, but also wondered why the woman who was initially so reserved had become so promiscuous later on. However, it was also a novelty, something he had never experienced before. After hearing this, my friends and I exchanged envious or jealous glances. Two of them even hunched over and headed straight for the men's restroom. I could only sigh silently, deeply hiding my own longing. Actually, although I had a good relationship with them, my family was strict, requiring me to be home by a certain time every time I went out, so I rarely went out with them. Of course, I didn't dare go to the nightclubs and bars they frequented. (II) Having finished talking about Ashu, let's return to myself. I chose a break between classes to secretly tell him about Wenwen's request to watch porn, asking him what he thought about it. Because I have to admit, he was far superior to me in understanding girls' minds. After hearing my explanation, his expression immediately changed, and he bent down to rummage through his backpack. I couldn't help but ask him, "I'm asking for your opinion, but you're not answering me and you're looking for something. What are you looking for?"
He said, "Don't worry, I'll find it soon, you'll see. Oh, right, this is it." He then pulled an opened box of Durex condoms from his bag, took one out, and handed it to me, saying, "I think you two are most likely going to do it this time. Here, take this, don't get pregnant, okay? Consider it a congratulatory gift for losing your virginity." I looked at him suspiciously and said, "That can't be right, her personality doesn't seem like she'd do it with me." He straightened his face and said, "Are you stupid? A girl who asks you to watch porn, isn't that an indication that you want to take things further? Even if she's really too naive, so naive that she only asked out of curiosity..." "Watching porn, although I don't think there are any girls this innocent anymore, maybe she's a weirdo, which is why she's with a weirdo like you." Hearing this, I knew it wasn't a nice thing to say, and I blurted out, "What do you mean?" He said, "Don't be so hasty. Think about it, even if she doesn't really mean it, she'll still get aroused after watching the porn. Women get hard just like men get when they watch porn; they'll get wet and want it too. Then she'll be weak all over, and if you take the initiative a little, she'll just give in, right? You're a grown man, surely you can handle a woman in that state?" I thought about it, and he was right. Everything would fall into place naturally. But looking at the Durex he was holding out in mid-air, I decided to push it back. He said anxiously, "What are you trying to do, kid? You're not going to miss such a good opportunity, are you? That's too cowardly. Or do you know her menstrual cycle and have already calculated that day is her safe period?" I pushed him and said, "How would I know such things? Even if I wanted to know, she wouldn't tell me, okay?" "Then what do you mean?" I said, "You should keep it for yourself. If that really is our first time, I'll buy the condom myself." Hearing this, he pouted and said, "I'm not worried about her now. I'm worried about you instead. What if she makes plans, but you back out at the last minute?" Okay, actually I lied. The reason I didn't use his condom was because I was afraid he would poke holes in it and play a prank. What if I got pregnant? I don't want to be a father while I'm still in high school. Although it's very possible that I'm being too paranoid, I still have to be careful. After all, it involves a life. Soon, Friday arrived. In the afternoon, after school, I walked hand in hand with Wenwen on the road. I was still a little uneasy. Perhaps it was fear that things wouldn't go as I imagined, or perhaps it was the thought of losing my virginity and the disbelief that it was finally here, feeling like a dream, afraid that it was all just a beautiful bubble, easily bursting, and I would wake up from the dream. Wenwen, on the other hand, was slightly excited, like a child who knew she was being taken to an amusement park she'd never been to before. If it weren't for the fact that we were on the street, she probably would have already asked me about porn. The moment I brought Wenwen home, I suddenly realized that I'd been so absorbed in what Ashu had told me and our plans for today that I'd forgotten a crucial part of the plan—buying condoms. But I couldn't just open the door and go out to buy them now; that would be too embarrassing. I could only take it one step at a time. However, in porn, the male actors always pull out before ejaculating, whether it's a facial or oral sex. If we actually did it, I should be able to control myself and pull out before ejaculating, just like the porn actors. Thinking about this, I felt relieved. I sat down at the computer and turned it on. Wenwen didn't bother to get a chair; instead, she plopped down on my lap. Well, before we even started watching, my penis was already hard. Although we'd done things like holding each other or sitting on my lap before, today was special, making me have some fantasies. I turned on the player, and the movie I'd prepared started playing. I should mention that, considering this was Wenwen's first time watching adult films, perhaps even her first time, I deliberately chose a very ordinary one to avoid planting any strange ideas in her mind. It was about a male actor and his girlfriend doing oral sex in a 69 position before getting to the main act, and finally ejaculating. There wasn't much of a plot; after all, I'm not an NTR enthusiast, and I didn't want to plant the seeds of NTR in Wenwen's mind. Group sex was even more out of the question, because she can only belong to me. And I definitely wouldn't do SM, domination, policewoman, incest, or public sex; I couldn't bear to let my Wenwen become corrupted. As the film began, watching the male and female leads caress each other, their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva, my penis grew harder and harder. Wenwen, sitting on my lap, seemed uncomfortable, perhaps aware of the threat of my erection, or perhaps aroused by the film; she subtly shifted her position, adjusting the point of contact. My hands slowly encircled her waist, tracing its contours. Seeing the male actor touch the female actor on screen, I slowly reached for Wenwen's breasts, but she stopped me, whispering, "No." I knew it wasn't the right time; I couldn't rush things. Wenwen was still wary, so I gave up, my hands returning to her waist. As the male actor thrust his enormous penis into the female actor's body, changing positions, Wenwen seemed increasingly engrossed, her face flushing. I gently blew on her neck a few times without her noticing. So I became even more audacious, first gently licking her earlobe, then my hands, not idle, launched another attack on her breasts. This time she didn't stop me, and I was secretly delighted, thinking the revolution was about to succeed. Through her clothes, her breasts changed shape in my hands. Soon, I wasn't satisfied with that, and I slipped my hand inside her clothes, pulled aside her bra, and had intimate contact with her breasts. It was the first time I had touched her breasts so openly, gently kneading them. This feeling was both new and exciting for me, and my penis swelled even more. At this point, I no longer cared about how far the AV on the screen had progressed; all I wanted was to conquer her. To make her completely mine. One hand continued to knead her full breasts, while the other slowly moved downwards. When I touched that mysterious paradise, Wenwen seemed to sober up a bit, murmuring, "No, we can't do this, it's not the right time yet." But her face was as red as if it were about to bleed. She looked even more beautiful and lovely. At this moment, she struggled to stand up. It turned out the AV playing on the computer had ended, but judging from her appearance, she was aroused; her face was flushed, and she seemed weak. Thinking that if I didn't seize this opportunity, I didn't know when I'd have another chance, I quickly grabbed her. Her body immediately went limp in my arms. I turned her around, opened my mouth wide, and kissed her, using my tongue to pry open her tightly closed teeth, searching for her tongue that was hiding everywhere. Finally, I caught her tongue and sucked on it forcefully. Her hands, which had initially been pushing me away, gradually lost all strength, and she began to respond passionately with her tongue. I slipped one hand inside her clothes, inside her bra, searching for her nipples, while the other hand groped her buttocks, kneading her sexy, large bottom, and gradually moving forward. At this point, she seemed to regain some awareness, reaching out to grab my hand below. I had no choice but to let that hand continue kneading her buttocks. Above, my mouth no longer just attacked her lips and tongue, but slowly kissed and licked her neck and earlobes. I knew she was usually very ticklish, so this area must be especially sensitive. Sure enough, with my advances, her breathing became heavier. At this moment, my hand on her buttocks gently pulled down her pants. She quickly squeezed her legs together, but her white panties were still completely exposed. Of course, I didn't give up my attack on her upper body just because I had succeeded below. Just as I was about to take further action, my phone rang at an inopportune moment. I didn't pay attention to it at first, focusing only on conquering the woman in front of me. However, I suddenly realized that this ringtone was different from the others. Because I get out of school early on Fridays, I often bring my girlfriend home, or sometimes go out on dates. To deal with unexpected situations, such as my parents suddenly calling to tell me to come home early, or asking me to handle something at home, I set a separate ringtone for my parents' phones to avoid missing these calls and being caught at home by my parents. So, when I hear that kind of phone ring, no matter how reluctant I am, I have to answer it. Otherwise, if my parents happen to be home early while I'm in bed with Wenwen, everything will be ruined. A beating and being forced to break up would be the least of my worries; if I were scared into impotence, that would be disastrous. Reluctantly, I have to put down my beloved and answer the phone. It's my mother calling. She says, "I have something urgent to do tonight and can't come back until I finish what I'm doing. Remember to cook dinner and prepare the dishes first. If you're hungry when your father gets home, eat first, don't wait for me."
I quickly agreed, then said a few more perfunctory words, hung up the phone, and rushed to Wenwen's place. But the scene that greeted me left me speechless. Wenwen had already put on her pants, straightened her clothes, and was retying her hair. If it weren't for the intoxicating blush still on her face, I would have thought she was just an ordinary high school girl fixing her hair. Wenwen asked what I had said on the phone, and I told her the truth. She said, "Since that's the case, then you should hurry up and cook. I won't bother you anymore; I'll be going now." I opened my mouth, but couldn't think of a reason to stop her, so I could only say, "Let me see you out."
After dropping Wenwen off at home, I returned to my computer desk, inhaling her lingering fragrance. My heart fluttered, but I still complained to my mother. If it weren't for that phone call, I would have already gotten things done. I could only give a helpless bitter laugh and clean up the traces of her presence. Even now, when I think of Wenwen, my heart still aches. I've asked myself countless times, if you had become my woman back then, would we not have broken up? Would our lives have been different? But I don't have the courage to give myself a definite answer. Unfortunately, what's done is done, and my speculations can only be buried in the river of time, without making a ripple. (III) Since Wenwen's hasty escape on Friday, the following weekend passed uneventfully, and we both tacitly avoided mentioning it again. On Monday morning, as soon as I arrived at school, Ashu, with a lewd grin, eagerly asked, "How was it? Did your first experience go smoothly?" I shook my head and said, "Ugh, don't even mention it." He immediately asked, "What happened? Was it because you weren't good enough, or did she get her period?" I said, "Neither." He said, "Then what happened? Did she watch AVs and not feel anything? That's impossible, or you can't even control a girl who's aroused?" I could only helplessly say, "Neither, actually I was interrupted and had to stop." He exclaimed in surprise, "No way! That's so exciting!!!! Your parents caught you in bed at home?" I said, "If that's the case, how come I'm still able to come to class unscathed today? Is this..." "It was almost done, but then my mom called, and I had to answer. As soon as I answered, she snapped out of it and left. What chance did I have left?" (Although we were good friends, I couldn't possibly tell others the details of these things like he did. Besides, it took me so long to get Wenwen's pants off—how pathetic! I'd be laughed at if I told anyone.) After hearing this, Ashu patted my shoulder and laughed, shaking his head. "How unlucky you are! Such a good opportunity! I don't know when you'll get another chance like this. I'm really worried for you, hahahahahahaha." I ignored his sarcastic tone and just kept my head down, doing what I was doing. The first class was Chinese, taught by a clueless old man. Nobody listened to him; we just coasted through. The second class was English, taught by our homeroom teacher, Ms. Li. She was an absolute beauty; you couldn't find a female teacher in the whole school who could compare to her looks. She was young, not yet thirty, with a girlish face but the allure of a young married woman, and a sweet smile. On the first day of school, before everyone had their uniforms, she, as the teacher, didn't stand at the podium but sat in her seat, where she was approached by several boys. When most people had arrived, she stood up and introduced herself as the homeroom teacher, which startled us all, especially the boys who had approached her. For a long time afterward, they were trembling with fear, pretending to be well-behaved students in her presence. She had exceptionally beautiful, long, and alluring legs. She often wore skirts and high heels to class, sometimes with stockings, sometimes bare-legged, walking around the classroom. Seeing her alluring legs encased in black or flesh-colored stockings often made me drool. Of course, I had also fantasized about her beautiful legs in stockings stepping on my large penis, and I had even dreamed of her legs many times, often waking up with a painful erection. Sometimes she would wear tight jeans, and I'd watch her large buttocks squeezed tightly into them, wondering when they'd burst out. The curves of her legs looked even more alluring under the jeans. Sometimes I'd imagine burying my face in her buttocks and giving her a good sucking and licking—what a wonderful feeling that would be! The only flaw was that she had a youthful face but no correspondingly large breasts; on the contrary, they were rather thin, only a B cup. Once, she was wearing a loose-fitting top, and I happened to be right in front of her as she bent over writing something. Through that sliver of skin, it was really hard to see anything alluring. The contrast with her alluring face and legs was just too great. And she'd had a child; normally, a woman who breastfeeds would have a larger cup size. How small must her breasts have been before?! Of course, I'd guessed she might have bound her breasts, but thinking about it carefully, she didn't seem like a lesbian, and there were no signs of bra binding in her clothes. So it could only mean her breasts were too small. It was such a shame. As soon as she entered the classroom, she angrily slammed a stack of test papers on the podium, ordering the class representative to distribute them. Then she began, "These are your English test papers from last week. Your average score is again half a point lower than the class next door. Can't you get first place just once? You're always second, and your English average is even lower than the class next door. You know, your leader—me—is the English teacher! And you're not even as good as them? It's so embarrassing for me! And some of you are seriously dragging our class down. You made a lot of mistakes on spelling words from class and grammar points that I've repeatedly emphasized. This is entirely a matter of personal attitude! You guys need to seriously reflect on how you should learn English and correct your attitudes. If you didn't get such low scores, our class average would definitely be higher." After hearing this, I stuck out my tongue at my deskmate, Ashu, and made a helpless expression. He glanced at me and gave me a bright smile. Because I knew I was definitely one of the students the teacher was referring to. Although I hadn't been lazy in my English studies, I just seemed to lack a certain spark; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't learn it well. On the contrary, look at my deskmate, Ashu; he's always busy having fun, juggling different women, and he just fills in his homework and hands it in. Even for dictation, he either copies mine or the book, yet he's still pretty good at English. I guess it's just a difference in talent. When I got the test paper and saw my score, unsurprisingly, it was just barely passing, more than ten points below the average. I could only sigh helplessly. I finally endured the agonizing wait until the end of get out of class, letting out a long sigh of relief. Just as I was about to go out for some fresh air, the beautiful teacher spoke up: "Xiaoyi, Ahai, you two come to my office during lunch break. I need to talk to you about something." Ahai, who was sitting in another corner, and I exchanged a knowing glance, both seeing the deep helplessness in each other's eyes. Ah Hai was my deskmate when school started. He was chubby and had no interest in studying, spending his days immersed in novels, comics, anime, and games. We got along quite well. He usually crammed before exams and could sleep soundly in any class, impossible to wake up. He just wanted to graduate because his father was a businessman and his family was well-off. However, his English was terrible. He was always last in the class in English exams, and I was second to last. So, shortly after school started, the homeroom teacher forcibly separated us, since sitting together the two worst English students in the class would only discourage us from trying to improve. But changing seats didn't change our poor English. We both knew that this meeting was definitely about English learning, and although we were extremely reluctant, we went together after lunch, already prepared for a scolding. Pushing open the office door and walking to the teacher's desk, Ms. Li looked up at us and said, "You're here. Do you know why I called you here?" We both lowered our heads and whispered, "Yes." She said, "Good. I've called you to my office more than once or twice because of your English grades. You two seem to have a lot in common; you're always last or second-to-last in English tests. I've talked to you so many times, but there's been no change. If your mistakes were on difficult or extra-curricular questions, I wouldn't have said anything. But look at your papers—so many clauses and vocabulary words I've explained, and you still got them all wrong." Ah Hai and I listened with our heads down, not saying much. I stared at her beautiful legs, hidden under black stockings under the desk, wondering when I'd finally have a chance to really enjoy them. As Teacher Li was speaking, she took out a table and said, "Look, this is the school-wide ranking for each subject in last month's midterm exams. There are only slightly over 400 students in the whole school, and your English scores are ranked below 350! Our class is an advanced class, how could anyone be at the bottom of the whole school?! If you were really stupid, I wouldn't waste so much energy on you, but look at your other subject scores. Ah Hai, your humanities scores are all above the class average, and your science scores aren't much lower than the average either..." If it weren't for English dragging you down, your overall ranking would be much higher. And Xiaoyi, your grades are the most bizarre. You get top 100 scores in several humanities subjects, yet you're only 12th in Chinese. How come your English is so bad? I want to ask you all, isn't English a humanities subject? Why is it that among the humanities subjects, you're the only ones who do poorly in English? And Xiaoyi, as your homeroom teacher, I'd also like to know why you get top 100 scores in physics and math, but only around 300 in the rest of your science subjects. Are you discriminating against teachers, or do you genuinely have no interest in those subjects?"?" After hearing this, we quickly tried to explain, saying that we'd been bad at English since elementary school, that our parents' English was also bad and it was hereditary, and that we'd actually tried very hard, memorizing English every day but it just didn't work, etc., we were practically dragging God out to question why we couldn't learn English well. "Alright, alright," the teacher impatiently waved her hand to interrupt us, and continued, "I didn't call you here to repeat the same old tune, and I don't have the ability to solve such a serious problem of being unbalanced in your subjects. But you absolutely must learn English well!!! I've told you so many times, and your grades haven't changed, so I don't expect the two of you to make any changes on your own. Since you can't change it yourselves, then I'll help you."
As she spoke, she took out two slips of paper and handed them to us, saying, "This is my home address. Starting this Saturday, come to my office in the afternoon for tutoring. Bring all your materials and exam papers. Don't make any excuses, or I'll contact your parents directly and have them make time for you to come to my office. Okay, go do what you need to do." She then waved us out. After hearing this, Ah Hai and I reluctantly left the office, our faces extremely grim. He was reluctant to waste an afternoon in his anime world, while I missed a date—there was nothing I could do. On the way back to the classroom, Ah Hai kept cursing Ms. Li and her female relatives, but under pressure from the homeroom teacher, he didn't dare disobey her and could only vent his frustration. When I got back, although I was extremely unwilling, I had to briefly explain to my parents and Wenwen. My parents, of course, had no objections; they were more than happy to have someone tutor me in English. But Wenwen was unhappy. They were already sneaking around at school, and it was a rare treat to have a date on the weekend. Now that it was ruined, it was unbearable for someone deeply in love. There was no other way but to spend a lot of time and effort to cheer her up, promising to spend all the holidays with her before she finally stopped having such a long face. To be honest, I was really looking forward to tutoring at such a beautiful female teacher's house. After reading so many novels about teachers and students, I always had a certain expectation for something like this. But then I remembered that I wouldn't be going alone, and that the teacher had a husband and children at home—what chance would I have? So I quickly calmed down. (To be continued) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +9 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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