The strangest things I've encountered since childhood

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Let me start by telling you about a dance assistant I had when I was a child. Every class involved practicing basic skills: front, side, and back leg stretches, backbends, somersaults, and so on. I was about twelve or thirteen years old then, already in the first year of junior high. My body had started developing; I had my period, and my breasts had begun to grow, though they weren't very big yet. The assistant was the dance teacher's son, who was already in university, also majoring in dance—it was a family tradition, I suppose. He wasn't always there; his mother only brought him in as an assistant during winter and summer vacations. I was quite young then, and naive about relationships between boys and girls. Plus, I was rather carefree, so I didn't pay much attention to the touching during dance practice. I just noticed that when I needed assistance with leg stretches, hip raises, backbends, etc., he would occasionally touch my chest, thighs, and buttocks. But these movements were painful, so I didn't really care. However, it would sometimes make me blush. Once, my nipples inexplicably became erect, sticking out against my leotard, quite noticeable. I felt very embarrassed and ashamed. Looking back now, it should have been considered indecent assault, but I was so naive at the time that I didn't think of it that way at all. Later, after leaving that dance class, I ran into one of the girls I danced with, and during our chat, I learned that she had had a similar experience.
Let me tell you about something that happened during the summer after I graduated from junior high. By then, I had already been admitted to high school, and during the holidays, I went to a water park with my classmates. I had never been completely free from my parents' supervision before, but this time, since I had classmates with me and I was sixteen, my parents didn't come along. By then, I had grown to 173 cm tall, and my old swimsuits no longer fit, so I bought an adult one online. I didn't expect it to be so sexy; although it wasn't a bikini, it was a high-cut one-piece swimsuit. It was a little small, outlining my figure perfectly. Although I was a little embarrassed, I still liked it and wanted to show off my figure, so I put it on. The three of us girls were having a lot of fun. But during the water gun battle, we somehow became the target of everyone's attacks, surrounded by a bunch of people spraying water at us. These guys were mostly adults, and they were really mean. They kept spraying water on our chests, buttocks, and other sensitive areas. Everyone knows those water guns are really powerful; they easily rip our swimsuits off. Especially when we couldn't handle it and started scrambling back to shore, they'd follow behind and spray us relentlessly. I could clearly feel several jets of water hitting my buttocks; aside from the cold and a slight pain, I could barely feel my swimsuit. We scrambled a few times before finally getting ashore, running and stumbling to the changing room. My two classmates were completely soaked, their clothes disheveled, half their chests exposed. I was the worst off; my high-cut swimsuit was ripped to one side, only covering half of my genitals, the other half and my vulva vaguely visible. Thinking back to my disheveled state, I knew someone must have seen me from behind. So, I didn't dare play anymore, quickly rinsed off, and went home.
Let me tell you another story from my senior year of high school. My grades were average, so I didn't get into the honors class. However, I did fairly well in the regular classes. The teacher assigned me to sit at the same table as another boy who did well in his studies. That boy was fairly good-looking and quite talkative, and we got along quite well, often playfully teasing each other. Sometimes he would tickle me, and his hands would inevitably wander along the side of my chest. By then, I was practically a grown woman, having learned about relationships between men and women through various means, and had even masturbated without instruction. So, I was fully aware of this behavior, which resembled harassment, but I didn't refuse; in fact, I even looked forward to it a little. Of course, I would retaliate, the most effective way being to pinch him. I abused his arms, waist, and thighs. Of course, when pinching his thighs, I would occasionally make mistakes, sometimes brushing past his groin, and once grabbing directly there. Although it was only for a brief moment, I could feel the bulge in his crotch. From then on, I noticed that whenever I pinched his thigh, he wouldn't dodge; he would always look at me provocatively. And whenever this happened, I would blush and my heart would race, forcing me to stop.
One night, near graduation... I was a little late after evening self-study, and when I finished, I found he was the only one left with me in the classroom. My heart was pounding, and I had a premonition that something was going to happen. Sure enough, when the lights were turned off and the door was locked, he hugged me from behind, pinned me against the wall, and started touching and kissing me. I struggled, but didn't dare to make a sound. I wasn't wearing much in the summer, and after a while, his caresses were quite uncomfortable, and he even took off my pants and underwear. I was so nervous that he put me on a seat in the back row of the classroom, and then he knelt between my legs, touching and kissing me. I could feel that I was very wet down there, and I couldn't help but moan. I thought my virginity was about to end, but then he asked a very unpleasant question. He asked if I was a virgin. I was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said yes. He paused, but didn't climb on top of me. Instead, he held me and said that he couldn't give me a future, and he couldn't take my virginity. I was stunned. You'd stripped me naked, touched me everywhere, and you were almost there, and now you're spouting this nonsense about responsibility? I didn't know what to say. Seeing he wasn't going to continue, I stupidly got up, put on my clothes, and left. Thinking about it now makes me angry. Who asked you to take responsibility? It was consensual, and you made it sound like I was desperate to marry you. It was incredibly disappointing. The next day, I asked the teacher to change seats so I could stay away from him. Although he tried to contact me many times afterward, I coldly refused each time, and eventually, I let it go.

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