Looking back on those years, my first love

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Midnight silence becomes empty, dusty memories blur, and feelings begin to fade. I think and write haphazardly, just for you, whom I've followed for so many years, and the feelings I have for you.
I said, "What's so good about being your boyfriend?"
During my elementary school summer and winter vacations, I especially spent time at my grandma's house. At that time, my grandma's house was my paradise. Even though it wasn't carefree there, even though she didn't give me pocket money or cook any of my favorite dishes, I still loved it there because of Sister Hong. Only I called her Sister Hong; everyone else called her Little Hong. I remember even younger children called her that, but only I called her Sister Hong. Sister Hong was about six years older than me. When I was little, I thought six years was a lot, but to me, she seemed like a young aunt. She was probably just graduating from middle school at that time. I was very cute as a child, and I pretended to be polite, with a sweet tongue, making me very likable. Especially Sister Hong's parents; they always invited me to their house whenever they had something delicious. Sister Hong also loved to play with me. Hongjie not only loved playing with me, but many children also enjoyed hanging out at her house. Back then, everyone's thoughts were innocent, and we probably watched most of the good TV programs at her house, perhaps because her family and she were all very easygoing. When I was in fifth grade, I became somewhat aware of things between boys and girls, and I encountered an embarrassing situation. It was a sweltering summer day. My grandma's TV had one less channel than Hongjie's, so I wanted to go to her house to watch TV. When I got there, I found the gate was locked. I remembered that neighbors usually only locked their doors at night. I clearly thought someone was home, but out of curiosity, I climbed over the wall and jumped into Hongjie's house. Her curtains were drawn, and the dining room window wasn't fully closed. A gust of wind blew a crack in the curtains, and through the crack, I saw Hongjie taking a shower, her back to me. Her snow-white skin contrasted sharply with her jet-black hair—the black and white was such a striking visual contrast. Actually, I knew Sister Hong was fair-skinned long ago; I'd seen her fair face before. But I never imagined her body was even fairer than her face—a dazzling white. I stood there like a fool, frozen in place, until she turned around and saw me. Only then did I remember to run, and I fled as fast as I could. For the first few days, I was terrified, terrified of seeing her again, terrified she'd tell on me. I hid inside, only occasionally relieving myself in the yard. My heart was pounding until summer vacation ended,
at which point I finally felt a little relieved. Before winter vacation, I hesitated, wondering if I should make up some excuse not to go to my grandmother's house. But in the end, I went anyway, steeling myself. When I met Sister Hong again, she acted as if nothing had happened. The more she acted like that, the braver I seemed to become. Sometimes I thought how wonderful it would be to see her again, and I regretted not seeing her more clearly back then. Sister Hong's house wasn't like... My grandma's house was like that, with everyone using the public latrine in the yard. She always had to walk a distance to the communal latrine. One time, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw her leaving with toilet paper. So I ran to the communal latrine ahead of time. Luckily, no one was there. I squatted down and waited, though my intention was rather disgusting; I just wanted to hear her urinate. I listened for a long time, but there was no sound. Finally, I heard footsteps, but nothing else. I ran out and saw her standing at the door. I called out, "Sister Hong!" She seemed very happy to see me.
"Great! I'm too scared to go in, you'll come with me."
I was startled. "I can't go into the women's latrine."
"It's okay, no one will know."
I still refused. "How can a boy go into the women's latrine? People will laugh at me if they find out."
She thought for a moment, perhaps unable to hold it in any longer. "If you don't come with me, I'll tell everyone you peeped at me while I was showering." The innocent me was threatened, haha.
The women's latrine was actually a bit bigger than the men's, perhaps because there was no urinal, and it was also cleaner than the men's. No wonder she was afraid to go in; the latrine had no cracks, not a single ray of light shone through. Was this design to prevent peeping? She took out a red candle from her pocket, lit it, and told me not to turn around. I obeyed, but carefully listened to her movements, listening to how she took off her pants, how she squatted down, how she breathed, the pleasure of the fluid flowing out, how it washed the cement floor.
That time, I almost fantasized that the latrine would come to me, but unfortunately it didn't.
"Forget it, stop fussing, let's go to sleep."
I only remembered I wanted to watch a TV series that night, but Grandma's TV couldn't receive the channel. Grandma is the kind of person who can't sleep when she's in a different place, so she decided I should stay with her.
That day, she wore a cotton nightgown, which was quite rare at the time, while I sat on the sofa in comfortable woolen pants.
The power went out halfway through the series, plunging the room into darkness.
"This is really bad," I complained. "Let's go back to Grandma's," I suggested.
"I'm scared," I said; I was genuinely afraid of the dark.
"Don't talk nonsense," she said, also getting scared.
"You're a man, what are you afraid of?"
"There are ghosts at night," I said, intending to scare her, but the words startled me as well.
"Afraid I'm a thug? I'm a real thug." Perhaps the more she portrayed herself negatively, the less bad she could prove.
One day, her parents came to ask her grandmother to help take care of her, as her parents were going on a long trip. Of course, her grandmother wouldn't refuse. I was especially happy at the time. I had originally planned for her to stay at our house and eat there.
I remember that there were frequent power outages back then, and we almost always had candles at home. The candlelight illuminated a flushed face. At that time, I hadn't heard of any unattractive woman under the lamplight, but I could hear her heartbeat.
We slept in the same bed fully clothed. I started chatting and rambling, bragging about how I had been the star of fights at school. I thought I was amazing. She also said some so-called heartfelt things, like what clothes looked good and what to wear. I didn't understand her, but I kept spouting "I know." The more we talked, the happier we became, and I don't know when we realized our hands were clasped together. The candle burned out, and she started to feel sleepy, but I was especially happy.
"How can you be so good at talking?" she said, yawning.
"If you hate me, I won't say anything."
"No, were you popular with the girls at school?"
"No, the girls were all afraid of me."
"Nonsense, what are they afraid of?"
But unexpectedly, she said, "Show me your 'rascal' side." She
looked at my face with a dark expression and said, "Mingming, you're so handsome, it would be better if you were older." I said, "What's so good about being older?" She said, "If you were older, you could be my boyfriend."
I said okay, and went up and pulled her into my arms. She pulled away from me, "Stop it."
I tickled her waist with my hand, and she laughed and said "I hate it," and started tickling my waist too. We laughed and rolled around on the bed. At that time, I was actually very crazy and childish. I rolled over and pressed myself on top of her, grabbed her hands with both hands, and straddled her chest with my butt. I felt something soft under my butt. So I moved my butt down a little more. I sat on her lap. She tried to push me off, but failed. She begged, "You're a boy after all, I was wrong. Get off." As soon as I got off, she came over and tickled me again. We started playing around again. She lost again. I straddled her again, this time sitting directly on her chest. She started playing wildly with me, but then she got a little breathless from my suffocating embrace. But no matter how much she begged, I wouldn't get off. Every time she rolled over, I could feel my erection touching her breasts, even through our clothes, it felt good. "Get off, stop messing around, I give up,"
I wouldn't get off. "I'm tired, get off."
"No, you're lying to me."
"Sister, I'm not lying to you, come down."
"No way, it feels so good." After I finished speaking, I twisted my waist, thinking that my penis could feel soft on her breasts.
"Come down, I'll make you feel even better."
"I don't believe you."
She thought for a moment, paused, and said softly, "I'll let you touch my butt, so please forgive me."
My mind went blank for a moment. My heart was pounding in my throat. My hand, however, reached down her collar. I hadn't expected her breasts to be so big; at that moment, without comparison, I just assumed they were even bigger than the ones in the market.
She blushed and whispered, "Okay, you've touched them all, now you can get off."
"No, I don't have another one yet." After saying that, I tried to slip my other hand inside.
"Don't touch there, you'll ruin my collar."
She said, pulling me off her, but guiding my hand through her shirt to touch her breast. I started touching her other breast with my other hand. Then, feeling unsatisfied, I started touching it with both hands, and after a while, I remembered something and wanted to suckle it. She was amused by me, "What are you going to do? Want to nurse? I'm not your mother."
Embarrassed by her words, I quickly pulled my hand away.
She said, "If you were my boyfriend, I could give you anything." "Hearing her say that, I felt a surge of boldness from somewhere, and I suddenly pulled her into my arms," I said. "You're mine, I can do whatever I want with you." Actually, at that moment, I had no idea how to play with a woman; I just held her tightly, very tightly. She pushed me away and kissed me on the lips. I started kissing her mouth-to-mouth, and she put her tongue in my mouth. I thought it was very sweet. I also started learning how to kiss, starting with her face, slowly kissing her neck. Her breathing became heavier. She started taking off her clothes herself, one piece at a time, until her upper body was completely exposed. She then pulled away her clothes, revealing her bare chest and legs. I felt a surge of desire within her, and she pulled me away ... I plucked every inch of her skin, leaving it soft and smooth. When I tried to remove her last piece of clothing, she resisted. At that moment, I was particularly curious to see what lay beneath, so I forcefully pulled the pieces off. She covered herself with her hands, revealing two full, firm breasts. I tried to pry her hands away, but she wouldn't let me. So I sucked hard on one nipple. One hand reached behind her and touched her buttocks, while the other touched her vulva. Slowly, she released her grip, pleading, "Please, no, I was wrong, we shouldn't do this, you're still young." "At that moment, I wasn't listening to anything at all. She loosened her grip, and I touched it, only to find my hand covered in wetness. I smelled it, and it had an indescribable smell. It turned out to be a hairy slit. Later, I discovered that the more I rubbed that area, the more wet it became. I tried almost every method I could think of to play with her, but I didn't know how to make love. She became increasingly excited. She started touching me, kissing my entire body like I kissed her. Finally, she made me stand up, and she knelt in front of me, taking my penis into her mouth. I felt a warm rush, thinking I had peed. But she was happy, muttering 'No, no!'" She started rubbing my penis again. It got hard again. She made me lie flat, and she knelt on top of me. I felt my warm penis entering her body. Every time she moved, I felt very comfortable. Finally, I felt myself urinate (ejaculate).
That night, I don't remember how many times I ejaculated, I only remember that it was my first time having sex.
When I woke up, I was alone on the bed, lying there naked, as if it were all a dream.
Hongjie's parents returned not long before leaving again, taking Hongjie with them. Grandma said they went to Sichuan. The distant land of abundance, when will I see you again there, my first love, my love?

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