My wife and I's high school memories

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My wife and I were in the same class when we entered high school. We went to a boarding school and only went home once a week.

My wife sat behind me (to this day, I still don't understand why someone my height would be seated in the front row;

there were plenty of students who were 1.6 meters tall, and I, at 1.75 meters, wasn't afraid of blocking the view behind me?). As the saying goes,

proximity to the water tower brings the first glimpse of the moon, and the sun-facing plants easily flourish in spring; not long after the start of the semester, I won
my wife over. Actually, I don't know who pursued whom when we got together; everything just felt natural, as if we

were meant to be a couple. We'd chat in class, talk on the phone for an hour or two in the evening, and that was it. Although we spent a lot of time together, seeing each other from morning till night, we were very intimacy. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but back then I was really innocent and adorable. Even after dating for a long time, I still didn't have any predatory instincts. I just felt that matters between men and women should be left until after we finished our studies, so I never had any intention of having her. 　　Let me introduce my wife. She's not very tall, around 1.6 meters, with an average figure, but she's got curves in all the right places, and she's pretty too, very popular in class. 　　My first kiss was taken by her. It was a beautiful day with blue skies and white clouds, but unfortunately, we had to do chores. Wasting our precious youth, the school called it "all-round development —ugh! After finishing the chores with a heavy heart, I was about to go eat with my wife, since it was getting late and everyone else had left. 　　My wife called my name furtively, then hid in the storage room behind the classroom, peeking out with a silly grin, like a kid who'd stolen candy, thinking he wasn't caught but actually being caught . I had a jolt of realization, thinking, "Today might be another important day in my life." 　　Sure enough, as soon as I entered the storage room, my wife closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, looking completely at ease. My heart was pounding, absolutely pounding (I'm talking about myself, haha). I approached my wife step by step, my gaze sweeping up from her swan like white neck to her sexy red lips, and I stupidly pressed my lips against hers. My wife's lips were very red and soft, giving off a very moist feeling. 　　The annoying thing was that I had no technique at the time, just sitting there, 30 seconds passed, 1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed, and nothing else happened. Finally, my wife opened her eyes, and the smile in the corners of her eyes deepened . In the end, nothing happened. We went to eat together, but the main theme of that meal was that kiss, and I was obviously the one being laughed at. Although this experience brought our relationship closer, our physical contact, apart from hugging, was as pure as a glass of water. Maybe some people would say that a hug will cause a reaction in your penis, but at that time I had the desire but not the courage, and dared not cross the line. 　　Finally, one time we went out to eat. This time, since it was Japanese food, we booked a private room. The food was about the same price anyway, so why not just have a private room for a little extra ten yuan? 　　(The point is, I wanted to kiss her alluring lips during the meal—my thoughts were pure!) Midway through, my wife asked why we didn't have that kind of intimacy with other women. At first, I was confused. What ? 　　But then I realized something was wrong. There were faint tears glistening in her eyes. I hadn't done anything wrong! Had she found out about my little secret? I was so anxious! Then my wife asked if I didn't like her, if I wanted to leave her. If not, she said I should touch her. At that moment , I felt a bittersweet mix of joy and relief. If I didn't do something, I was truly beyond help. I was nervous and a little lost. 　　Finally, I pretended to touch her entire body, starting from her head and working my way down, quickly skipping over the important areas. To be honest, my heart was definitely racing at that moment! Then I stopped, sat up straight , and an awkward atmosphere filled the entire private room. However, something unexpected happened: my wife grabbed my hand and pressed it against her chest. Even though it was through her clothes, the psychological impact was a hundred times stronger than the physical sensation. After a brief moment of mental blankness, I started to respond. Anyway, things had already progressed this far , so there was nothing to hold back. 　　I first gently massaged her breasts, and seeing that my wife didn't seem uncomfortable, I gradually increased the pressure. My wife started to react, panting softly, her eyes glazed over. Meanwhile, the burning heat in my lower body was making me extremely uncomfortable. The sensation through my clothes was no longer enough to satisfy my lust, and my hands began to slip inside my wife's clothes. Her smooth skin and white breasts made my mouth dry. After some effort, I finally touched her bra. The quality was excellent; I was sure it was high-end (I even had the mind to examine it, oops!). I pushed the bra up, revealing a pair of small white rabbits. I pinched my wife's nipples; they were hard and perky. 　　At this moment, my penis started to push upwards uncontrollably, the feeling of it being stretched through my jeans was practically torture . Just then, my wife gently touched me there, and a numbing sensation shot from my lower body to my brain. I felt a boom in my ears, and I almost ejaculated. 　　Looking at my wife's rosy lips, I eagerly took a deep breath and savored their sweetness. By this time, my wife's breathing was rapid. She straddled my lap, her vagina pressing against my penis. To be honest, it wasn't very comfortable, because her entire weight was pressing down on it, making my penis a little sore. But at this moment, the slight pain didn't matter; my mind and body were completely immersed in the wonderful feeling of our first time making love. 　　With my wife's help, I finally managed to take off her clothes. However, another problem arose. Although it was a private room, the waiters would inevitably come in. It would be so embarrassing So, I took off my coat and put it on my wife. Note that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. 　　Then, I took my wife's breast into my mouth. It was so big, and a milky fragrance wafted up—a very fresh and sweet scent. My other hand didn't stop either, opening my palm wide to grasp her alluring breasts, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold them all. 　　At this moment, my wife was someone I had never seen before. Her face was flushed, her eyes were hazy, and she was incredibly endearing. 　　Just as I was about to make my next move, an untimely knock sounded at the door, startling . Due to time constraints, my wife was still on top of me. When the waitress came in and saw our position...

Both of them seemed a bit flustered, hurriedly leaving after putting down the food they had just ordered. I, on the other hand, calmed

down , while my wife, blushing, hid in my arms, her expression a mix of emotions.
Finally, after the waiter left, my wife got off me and started blaming me. I was speechless

. Afterwards, we didn't do anything too extreme. I helped my wife get dressed, and while we were at it, I learned how to "squeeze" her, and we

quickly finished the food and left. No matter how delicious the food was, throughout the entire experience, and even

in the long years that followed, what I remembered most was my wife's fresh, milky scent.
After that experience, our relationship grew closer, but school rules were strict, and as

students, we didn't have much money for private rooms, let alone hotels

. Returning to the dorm late at night would result in being publicly criticized. However, sex is like poison; once you're exposed to it, there's

no The feeling of being able to see but not touch every day is something no one would find pleasant. Finally, we found a

good place for our tryst: the newly built laboratory building. It wasn't open yet, but everything was complete. Its biggest

advantage was that very few people went there, except for the cleaning lady who came only occasionally.
One Friday afternoon after school, as agreed, we showered and ate dinner as quickly as possible, then

went one after the other to the women's restroom on the fourth floor of the building. My wife went first to check if anyone was there, and after confirming no one was, she called me

in . I was so nervous! My penis was already hard before anything even started. We

quickly hid in the second-to-last stall, closed the door, and breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the new restroom, unused, was relatively

clean, though a bit small. Anyway, I had to bear it. My wife called me sweetly, and so

began our first tryst in the restroom.
No matter the occasion, a firm embrace always brings a sense of fulfillment. As I kissed my wife

's lips, my hands roamed over her body. When I touched her back, she trembled slightly

. I thought to myself, "Heh, so that's her sensitive spot." I explored and caressed her vigorously, making

her both resist and eager for more.
Her warm breath tickled my ear—it was so ticklish, words can't

describe . You have to experience it to know how intoxicating it is. Our throats were dry, and

our breathing became heavy. I quickly stripped her clothes off, but when it came to taking off her bra

, I couldn't get it off. I was so anxious, my hands were trembling. My wife laughed, saying,

"Do it yourself, you'll have plenty!" I just stared at her, thinking, "You'll see soon enough."
After much effort, I finally unbuttoned the blouse, and a pair of small, white breasts popped out, their pink buds

radiating an alluring glow, the surrounding snow-white skin the perfect embellishment, truly living up to the saying "a beauty as beautiful as jade.
" Her alabaster calves were barely a handful, and above her pink thighs lay the alluring, mysterious area, the

tiny panties barely an inch wide enough to conceal the slyly exposed pubic hair. Driven by youthful impulse, I reached out and touched that

long-desired triangle, finding it already soaking wet.
So I started from my wife's breasts, licking downwards, finally reaching her vulva. The wetness made

my mouth water, but to be honest, the smell wasn't great. While not unpleasant, it didn't have the grape or cherry scent

I'd imagined (haha, too much fantasy). But that didn't matter; the key was

the person I loved, so putting in the effort was worthwhile.
The key to happiness isn't where you are, but who's by your side. After all that hard work, it was finally my turn.

My wife knelt down, comforting me, and unzipped my pants. She took my penis in her hand and awkwardly and shyly

began to stroke . I felt a little wet, and upon closer inspection, I realized my glans was already wet. It was clear

my wife had made a huge decision before kissing me; her brow was slightly furrowed, but she exuded a sense of unwavering resolve. Her

technique was less than impressive, and she even occasionally brushed her teeth against my penis. But overall, the waves of pleasure

from made me groan.
This must be what they call "painful yet pleasurable"—a warm current flowed from my lower body to my brain, a feeling

that heavenly. But the real comfort wasn't just the physiological sensations of bioelectricity or

the contraction and expansion of nerve endings; it was more about the psychological satisfaction and pleasure. Instinctively, I gently pressed my wife

's head down and thrust forward, unknowingly engaging in what I called deep throating. To my surprise, my wife couldn't take it; she

gagged, saying I was hitting her throat, and kept apologizing. Honestly, I was heartbroken; I

really didn't know how to be gentle with her.
In the end, we both satisfied each other with our hands. Some might ask why we didn't go all the way, but

honestly, I was too afraid. What if she got pregnant… We were still students, with no income

. How would we manage? Even if my family didn't object, and I could ignore the disapproving looks from society, I didn't want

my woman to suffer even the slightest harm. Even if many people laughed at me for being foolish, if I had another

chance, I wouldn't change my ways.
After that experience, my relationship with my wife rapidly warmed up. While we didn't go

out to "cheat" every time we had free time, we would occasionally go there for a intimate moment. During our three years of "cheating" in high school,

many funny things happened. As the saying goes, "the more you climb the mountain, the more likely you are to encounter a tiger." Once, we were halfway through our "cheating"

when that diligent cleaning lady came to clean the toilet (no one was even having class there, so

what was the point of cleaning?).
We were hiding inside, barely daring to breathe. My wife even wanted me to lift her up so no one outside could see our four

legs inside. Although my wife isn't very heavy, she's probably around 90 pounds for a normal girl.

It wasn't a problem for a short time, but after a while, my arms and back were so tired and sore. Luckily, the cleaning lady

left after a while. I still laugh when I think about my wife suggesting we pretend to poop to fool her.
Another time, a pair of like-minded people suddenly appeared out of nowhere, giving us a big fright. Judging from their voices, they

were lower-year high school students. They rushed in without even checking if anyone was in the toilet before barging into

the stall next to us. Without saying a word, the guy started committing the crime. Out of mischievousness, my wife and I decided to

play a trick on them.
First, we quietly left, then pretended to be teachers and spoke loudly in the hallway, and then my wife came in.

I pretended to pee, and sure enough, they didn't make a sound. Then, when I suggested my wife pretend to be an aunt

, she refused. Frustrated, I banged on their toilet door a few times, probably scaring them half to death inside.

I left feeling incredibly happy. However, it wasn't
until almost graduation that I actually had sex with my wife. I finally managed to buy a box of condoms,

and during a holiday when no one was home, I went to her house. I must say, her house was incredibly

beautiful, especially her room—it was like the kind of room with a bunch of dolls you read about in novels, a real-life version of what I'd

read about . I often teased her about it.
Since it was winter, I was wearing a lot of clothes, taking them off layer after layer, inwardly cursing myself

for being so stupid—why waste time undressing? However, to my surprise, my wife

was only wearing pajamas, nothing underneath! This little devil! Even her pajamas were buttoned up, deliberately

unbuttoning the top few buttons—wasn't that just blatantly tempting me to commit a crime? After undressing, we crawled naked into

my wife's fragrant bed. Out of shyness, she turned her back to me, but this position only fueled

my lust. Looking at her fair skin, I gently ran my fingers over her back, very lightly,

almost imperceptibly .
The slippery touch on my fingertips was irresistible. With continued exploration, my penis began

to harden accidentally pressed against her buttocks, eliciting a shriek from her – it felt amazing!
Then, I wrapped my arm around her waist and moved upwards, until I reached her nipples, where I could clearly feel

the . Suddenly, the line from the poem, "Gently caressing, slowly twisting, touching and teasing," came to mind.

It seems I have a knack for this!
At that moment, I figured she was quite wet down there too, and sure enough, she was soaking wet. My fingers were instantly

drenched. My wife then learned to fight back, grabbing my penis and stroking it up and down, sometimes fast,

sometimes slow, waves of tingling sensations shooting through my nerve endings. I looked at my wife with longing eyes, then

at her sexy lips. Unexpectedly, she really understood what I wanted, opening her mouth wide and

taking my entire penis inside. Ah… just thinking about it makes me want to howl.
After that, we did 69. My wife seemed to particularly enjoy licking her genitals, each lick sending shivers down my spine, making

me feel very accomplished. Ten minutes later, we officially began. The first task was putting on a condom. Luckily,

I had read , making it much easier. I pressed the head of the condom, flattened it, slipped it over my penis, and it was done.
However, at the crucial moment, I couldn't get in. Perhaps my wife's vagina was too tight.

After , my wife took matters into her own hands, guiding my penis into her warm, moist little nest. Tight, that was the first feeling. It

warmly enveloped my glans, and driven by instinct, I thrust forward again and again. There weren't the many

positions depicted in pornographic films; everything was so natural. The most primal melody filled the room…
[The End
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