Eight-year war with his first love

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I was her first boyfriend, but she wasn't my first girlfriend. While this title might be misleading, it's actually plausible. We
were high school classmates, in the same class in our first year, but nothing really happened between us. In our second year, we chose between science and humanities; I chose science, and she chose humanities. Since we were both involved in student council activities, we spent more time together and became good friends, eventually leading to a romantic relationship.
She came from a family of demobilized soldiers. Her father was a union cadre in a local state-owned enterprise, a very respected and extremely honest elder. Her mother was a military spouse and worked in an office at a large company; she was a very shrewd woman from Sichuan. She had one older sister, a few years her senior.
Her family was relatively open-minded for that time, not a one-sided patriarchal environment, so I really liked her family. It was also clear that her parents liked me very much. Because my home was far from school, I was often invited to her house for meals and occasionally did small chores.
When we met, her older sister had just entered university. Her sister had a very close male friend in high school, and during her first summer break in university, she brought home a boyfriend. Perhaps influenced by her sister, we had some real contact at her house during the summer after our junior year of high school.
We kissed; she was very passionate, it was almost as if she was kissing me, not me. While kissing, I could feel her large breasts; I only occasionally touched them through her clothes, and it was very exciting.
I was naive then, but she knew much more than I did. Later, she told me that her sister had taught her, and most of her knowledge about sex came from her sister's education.
One time, when no one was home, after kissing, she fulfilled my wish and let me push up her bra, giving me a good, deep touch of her bare breasts. It felt so good—soft, supple, and incredibly elastic. When I asked to see her breasts, she didn't refuse. It was the first time I saw her breasts; they were white and tender, like two rabbits, very round and full.
I touched them again, and thought about it some more. The feeling of touching before seeing is completely different from the feeling of touching after seeing.
She was wearing a pure white cotton bra, unlike many bras nowadays with padding and underwire, which make her breasts look very firm and high, though it can be quite uncomfortable. Her bra had a front opening with three clasps between the cups. From then on, I often unhooked those three clasps and caressed her large breasts. I even asked her to share one of her breasts with me, and she readily agreed. I think the one on the left was mine.
After that, our relationship deepened, becoming quite intimate. We had full-body contact, including genital contact. If she hadn't consented to this genital contact, it would have been legally considered rape. But it was mutual consent; I didn't force her, nor dared to, and I never went any further, because she was very assertive and domineering. So she remained a virgin, while I guess I'm no longer a virgin?
I once stayed at their house, but only when her parents were home. In the mornings, after her parents got up, I would also get up early, but she would stay in bed. After her parents went to work, I would undress and crawl into her bed for a while. Back then, her parents weren't wary of us at all; now, oh, I can't imagine. Thinking about it now, it felt so good.
When we were together, she was very wet; we nicknamed it "adding a little oil." Actually, it wasn't just "adding a little oil," it was practically overflowing with moisture.
Because we always controlled ourselves, I never went all the way with her, so before she left me, her hymen remained intact, and she was still a virgin.
Later, she went to university in the provincial capital, while I studied locally. Because of our early romance, neither of us achieved our best grades.
In university, perhaps influenced by her sister, or perhaps because some of my behavior made her uneasy, we had a disagreement and entered a cold war. When she came back, she wouldn't let me kiss her, hug her, or touch her anymore; there was no more physical intimacy. I was very angry and in pain.
Before her junior year of college, we kept in touch by letter, and I still have the letters she sent me. But later she told me she burned a significant portion of the letters I wrote to her.
We didn't contact each other for a long time, until one day she told me she was getting married; her husband was a classmate from junior high school. This classmate had helped her family a lot when her father passed away.
Later she told me that the news of her marriage was the first thing she had voluntarily told anyone. I didn't attend her wedding.
As we've grown older, we've both forgotten some of the past. Some time after her marriage, we reconnected.
One day in her bridal chamber, we almost had our first intimate encounter—I wasn't married then. She later told me that if we had, it would have been difficult to determine the father of her child, because those days were her ovulation period, and the fertilized egg would have implanted during those days according to her child's birth date. Ah, how dangerous! I almost became a key figure in those true stories, almost causing her child to have an unclear parentage.
Our first intimate encounter happened on my bridal bed. She really likes the woman-on-top position, and she's still as domineering as ever. She also complained that my penis was too small and not as satisfying as her husband's. We later did it again in another city, which was extremely unpleasant.
Now we live separately, occasionally contacting each other, but she's faded from my life.
What I need now is for my wife and I to find suitable partners so that both of us can achieve mutual satisfaction and fulfillment.

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