Girl, the woman who hurt me the most.

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Perhaps it was because I was young and impetuous at the time, yearning for a woman, even if it was just for casual conversation or to satisfy my cravings.
Since I couldn't find one in real life, I imagined her as my girlfriend, and thus paid special attention to her.

I often imagined what kind of girl she would be; if, unfortunately, she really was a beautiful girl,

wouldn't I be rich!
Hehe! At first, when I asked her name, she wouldn't tell me—just to be on the safe side, I took

the liberty of calling her "Little Girl."
Every morning, the moment I open my eyes, I immediately reach for my phone and send her a message: "Lazybones, wake up!

The sun's shining on your butt!"
She'll usually reply quickly: "You're the lazybones! I'm up early and already eating breakfast

!"
Around noon, I'll send another message: "Honey, have you eaten? What did you eat?"
At night, lying in bed, I'll also send: "Honey, are you asleep? What are you doing?"
She usually goes to bed very early, around nine o'clock, reads a book, and then rests. Her early-to-bed, early-to-rise habit

surprises and envies this night owl.
Actually, my questions are mostly the same old nonsense, and I don't really care how she answers. My

goal is just to make sure she doesn't forget me. I persisted like this for a month, making this kind of

communication a habit. Seeing that the time was right, that day, I deliberately skipped the routine greeting—not even once.
I thought if she cared about me, she would definitely take the initiative to message me. Sure enough, I received a text from her

that night before bed: "What's wrong with you today? Are you okay?" I was quite pleased; my

plan was going as expected.
In the following days, we texted each other much more often, and she was the one who initiated the conversation.

However, I wasn't satisfied with just texting. I wanted to hear her voice, even if it was just

for a short-term goal (that became one of my goals).
It would not only increase my imagination but also prove she was a woman!
Haha, don't get me wrong, I've been chatting with her for over a month, and it turns out I'm chatting with a perverted guy—wouldn't that be incredibly frustrating?
One night, I texted her, but after a long time, she didn't reply. So I called her. This was the first time I'd ever

called her. After thinking for a moment, I hung up, my heart pounding.
Not long after, she called. I quickly took two deep breaths and answered. There was

loud music playing on the other end. I said "hello" twice, but no one answered. After a while, a

beautiful : "Did you hear that? That was our school's gala. Can you tell

what song it was?"
(I think she was nervous like me, just trying to make conversation). I said I couldn't, and she told me it was

"Mona Lisa's Tears" (I later came to like that song because of her). Actually, I don't remember what we talked about the first time,

and it doesn't matter anymore. The most important thing is that we took a big step closer to my ultimate goal—meeting her.
Naturally, after the first time, there were many more, and gradually we moved from inefficient text messaging

to phone calls. She told me her name was Zhou Meng, a sophomore at Jiaotong University, and she was from Beijing.
After that first call, I started planning when to meet her.
It was a Sunday morning. She said she was studying in her school's study room, and I said I wanted to see her.

She said she was a little embarrassed and wasn't ready yet, and that she was going to a lecture with her friends in the afternoon.
But I was determined to see her today. After finding out her specific study room, I headed straight to her

school . Back then, I was a student, and I'd never even met an online friend in person. It felt exciting, thrilling, and

nerve-wracking.
When I got to her study floor, I still didn't dare go in.
Pretending to be a student passing by her study room, I glanced inside and saw the girl in the green

short-sleeved shirt —it was her.
I still didn't dare go in.
I called her from the end of the corridor, telling her I was in the corridor on that floor.
She ran out with her phone, glanced at me, and quickly pulled her head back.
This time, I was absolutely certain it was her, so ignoring her warnings, I went in

and sat down next to her.
My first impression of her was disappointment.
She wasn't the beauty I'd imagined at all. She looked to be under 160cm tall, chubby, and

weighed around 110 pounds, though her chest was quite prominent.
And her hair was thinning. I tried my best to hide my disappointment.

However , it was clear she was quite satisfied with me; she hadn't expected me to be such a handsome, clean-cut guy. Perhaps
because I was genuinely horny at the time, I continued seeing her even though I usually wouldn't bother glancing at her on the street . Soon after, it was her birthday, and she invited me to celebrate with her. On the phone, I asked, " Can 　　I hold your hand ?" 　　She said she didn't know. 　　Heh heh, I felt like I had a chance. Girls are usually too shy to say yes directly; if she said she didn't know, I took it as a yes . 　　It was obvious she had dressed up that day—a low-cut top that, if you looked down, you could vaguely see her deep cleavage, and a long skirt underneath. 　　Without a word, I grabbed her hand and headed to the hot pot restaurant we had already agreed to go to. She didn't resist, her hand languidly resting on mine. 　　After dinner, it was still early, and we didn't have anywhere to go, so I suggested we sit on the lawn at her school. She agreed, and we found a secluded spot under the trees on the lawn. 　　We chatted for a long time, and as it got darker, I started to get a little restless. I said I was a bit tired and asked if I could lie down with my head on her lap. 　　Before she could agree, I lay down. At first, she wouldn't let me rest my head on her thigh, pushing my head down to her calf. I lay there, stroking the smooth skin of her calf. She giggled and said it tickled, calling me naughty. I said, "Then I'll rest my head on your thigh!" 　　Through her silk dress, I could feel how soft her thigh was, and I could smell a faint, sweet fragrance. 　　By this time, my head was pressed against her stomach. As it grew darker, I said again, "Can I kiss your tummy?"

She was a virgin, experiencing her first love, and was very shy. She quickly laughed and covered the hem of her shirt with her hands,

saying she was embarrassed.
I said it was okay, it was already dark, no one could see us, and I swore I would only kiss her lower abdomen and

belly button. As I spoke, my head was already burrowing into her clothes, but she let go, lifted her shirt, and

pressed my face tightly against her waist. I then tightly embraced her waist, my tongue swirling and roaming around her

waist , kissing her.
Suddenly, she tightly embraced my head, pressing me against her waist. It was clear she

enjoyed my tongue.
After this first physical intimacy, the woman became very happy, perhaps because it was her first love.
The reason I was still willing to continue seeing her at that time was that I, as a young man, had both physical and emotional needs, and

hadn't found a better girl yet. I was just making do with this one for now, thinking I might discover

other .
Our dates usually took place on the lawn of our school, and mostly after dinner,

because it was convenient to sit or lie down there, and with the cover of night, it was easy to do whatever we wanted.
Shortly after that, she came to my school to see me. Perhaps because she was in a new environment

and didn't have to worry about her classmates or friends seeing her with a boy,

she was much more open and proactive than before. As soon as we met, we held hands

like and walked towards the depths of the lush green lawn.
Maybe it was the moon, or maybe it was my hormones, but she looked quite beautiful at night,

especially her firm breasts, which I had long wanted to climb. After we sat down, I asked, "Can I kiss you?" I

thought she would refuse like last time, or at least say she didn't know or be shy and silent.
But no, she actually said, "Sure, but I've never kissed a boy before, I don't know,

you have to teach me." Of course, I readily agreed. Such a wonderful thing, I'd be happy to do it even without charging a penny of tuition

.
Immediately, I pressed my eager lips to hers, and her mouth instinctively opened wide

to welcome me.
Then, using what I'd learned from my first girlfriend, I plunged in, my tongue roaming wildly within her

mouth , capturing and teasing her tongue, which timidly tried to dodge.

At that moment, I hugged her tightly, signaling her not to try to escape, and my hands slipped

inside her clothes, caressing her back and waist.
However, when I withdrew my tongue and kissed her lips, her tongue

flicked against my teeth, just as I had when I attacked her. I thought to myself, "This girl learns so quickly."
When her little red tongue entered my mouth, it was a powerful, chaotic thrust, like a

thief breaking into a room, rummaging and searching everywhere, looking for what she wanted.
At that moment, I deeply sucked on her little, smooth tongue, making it move

like a piston , just like when I masturbate. I was surprised to find that this girl's tongue was so long, and

it felt so good to suck on it.
Soon, a moan of "Mmm—Mmm—" came from deep in her throat.
Then, when I attacked her with my tongue again, she immediately learned to hold it tightly and suck on it.

In an instant, I felt hot all over, and my hand moved from her back to her chest, tentatively

touching her large breasts through her bra. Seeing that she was very engaged and did not object, I pushed her bra

up , and two full mounds landed firmly in my palm.
Her body went limp, and I gently laid her on the grass, greedily devouring her tempting

breasts. Aside from increasingly rapid moans, she pressed my head tightly against her

chest , burying it in her "cleft"...
After a long time, my little brother was also throbbing, but I couldn't insert it. Firstly, we were on the school lawn, and I was afraid

someone would see us; secondly, she was still a virgin and definitely wouldn't agree to give her first time in such a place.

But I really wanted it; the volcano had been building up for so long, and it would be unbearable to hold back.
So I said, "Baby, I feel like I want it. Kiss my big cock."
At first, of course, she didn't want to (just touching it felt scary; how could it be so big and thick,

much bigger than the small penises of little boys in my memory—of course, this is what she told me later).
But she couldn't resist my repeated pleas, and not wanting me to suffer, she closed her eyes and took my big cock into

her mouth. A warm current instantly flowed down my penis and through my whole body; oh, how warm her little mouth was.
Despite being very careful, afraid of biting or hurting me, I still accidentally touched my

tender glans with my teeth.
So, I taught her how to gently lick my glans and penis with her little tongue while it was in her mouth, and how to

massage my penis with her little tongue while it was in her mouth.
She did everything I said.
I started to enjoy that tingling, itchy feeling, so I used my hand to stroke my penis

, faster and faster... and finally, the volcano erupted, and hot "lava" gushed out. She

probably didn't know that men ejaculate for the first time and was completely unprepared, not knowing how to dodge, so it all came into her

mouth.
After ejaculating, she quickly turned her head to the side and vomited it all into the grass next to her, and even gagged a few times, saying that she

felt like throwing up, and blamed me: "How could there be so much? This must be your men's semen, it's disgusting, I really

want to throw up ."
I hugged her tightly, feeling a pang of tenderness, and said, "Baby, you're so good to me. I've never felt so good before. It's

the first time a girl has made me ejaculate inside her mouth, and it feels so good!" Seeing how comfortable

and enjoying it, she didn't blame me anymore.
I saw her onto the bus back to school. I thought to myself, "I was probably too hasty today. I shouldn't have ejaculated in her

mouth . If she develops an aversion to oral sex, I'll never experience this kind of sexual bliss again.
" The next day, when I called her, she said she felt so nauseous she couldn't eat lunch and kept calling me

bad. After school that afternoon, I unexpectedly received a call from her saying she wanted to come over.
I was naturally overjoyed.
When I arrived at the meadow we had agreed upon, I brought my bed sheet (the previous times I had just used

newspaper). She happily hugged my neck and said, "Brother, I'm so happy you brought the bed sheet."

She was such an easily satisfied and easily pleased girl.
I said, "Baby, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive last night. But you made me feel so

good , I want more."
"Okay, okay!" Haha, I didn't expect her to be so agreeable. From then on, my blissful sexual life began.
Later, she told me that at first it was a little uncomfortable, especially when I ejaculated in her mouth, she felt nauseous,

but seeing how much I enjoyed it, she endured it. Later, she gradually liked it more and more, and even thought it tasted pretty good.
After that, she wanted to have sex almost every time we were together. At first, I mainly asked her to serve me, but

later she took the initiative to want to have sex.
Later, we gradually started going to hotels.
However, I never penetrated her because she said, "What if you don't want me anymore?"
Perhaps to make up for it, she slowly started kissing my penis, which was a different kind of pleasure.
Sometimes, she'd even give me a "dragon spin" (a sexual act), basically fulfilling every imaginable sexual desire I could

find .
To this day, I'd rate her over 99 points in that area; she once jokingly said she'd give

me 90.
We dated for about a year.
Later, I truly fell in love with her, but she slowly started to look down on me. She said I wasn't

as .
Then she wanted to break up with me. Just before I was about to graduate and leave school, we spent one

night a night I'll never forget, one I still cherish even after starting work.
[The End
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