[A True Story] (My Story) Author: Unknown

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A True Story
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 8864 words
In the blink of an eye, I'm already 30 years old this year. My life now should be the envy of many: a loving
husband, a spacious house, working in the finance department of a multinational corporation, studying for an MBA… I probably
shouldn't ask for anything more. Maybe I'm just a woman who's never satisfied; I still have my
"desires"…
I still crave passion, yearning for passionate sex.
I was born in a small town in Anhui, so small it's barely visible on a map. From first grade, in everyone's
eyes, I was an excellent student. I successfully entered the provincial key high school, and it was from then on that my
life changed. I came to a city more than 200 miles from my town alone.
After my parents dropped me off at my dormitory, they left. I was really scared then; it felt like my first period in sixth grade.
When I told my mother, feeling lost, she only said to me lovingly, "You're an adult now." Seeing my mother's trusting
expression, I immediately felt much more at ease. But now that I've lost my parents' strong support, I
truly understand the price of adulthood.
My roommates were all very friendly, and my best friend was Yanzi. Yanzi was taller than me, and at that time she was
much more mature—both psychologically and physically. My breasts were just beginning to develop, but she already needed to wear
a bra. We were inseparable best friends. From her, I learned that her parents were divorced, and she
lived with her father. Every Saturday, when the other students went home, she would always invite me to her house to stay and
play together. I remember being really surprised the first time I went to her house—a large yard, luxurious furniture, a color TV, a refrigerator,
and even a VCR, which was rarely seen at the time… Her father was a sailor, often away from home, enjoying such a material
life but losing his wife, while poor Yanzi lacked the parental love of other girls. During that
time, whenever there was a long holiday of two days or more, she would take a long-distance bus to my house with me; we were like sisters
.
It all started on the first day of the second year of junior high. That evening, as usual, we went to the playground hand in hand
to read. I excitedly recounted my summer vacation experiences and asked her if anything fun had happened. She seemed to have something to
say, but then turned away and said nothing. Then she casually mentioned that her father had returned and they had gone to Huangshan together. I
sensed something was off about Yanzi; she seemed to have something she wanted to say but hesitated. Under my persistent questioning, I learned
Yanzi's enormous secret, which left me completely stunned. It turned out that two days after Yanzi's father returned, he brought
home a woman. Although Yanzi wasn't very excited, this pretty woman was very friendly, so she quickly accepted
her. One night, she was awakened by a shout coming from her father's room. At this
point, she asked me if I knew what they were doing. I was still a clueless young girl at the time and, of course, couldn't guess
what it was about. She said she didn't quite understand at the time either, until the trip to Huangshan.
The three of them went to Huangshan together, and to save money, they shared a room
. That night, in a half-awake state, Yanzi seemed to hear the sounds from that night again. Her eyes were half-closed, and
she saw the scene that shocked her: the aunt was kneeling naked on the bed, and her father was
penetrating her from behind. If someone else had said these things, I would have thought it was nonsense
, but I always believed Yanzi without question. Connecting this with her menstrual cycle and things I'd heard before
, I finally understood the true meaning of matters between men and women. Yanzi then told me the second thing
: she found pornography on her father's videotape and recounted parts of it to me. This
whole turn of events was too much for me; I was tense while listening, and still tense afterward. I didn't sleep
well all night. Feeling an emptiness in my lower body reminded me of the sensation of my genitals rubbing against the vaulting horse a few days ago.
I tried touching my genitals and found that I was inexplicably wet. I wanted to relive that pleasure,
but I didn't know how to begin…
That Saturday, I went to Yanzi's house again. I was nervous and excited when I entered. I was nervous
because I might have to watch something pornographic, which was exactly what the teacher had told me to stay away from. However, I think
that was also why I was excited. Perhaps this was the rebellious side of my personality. That night, I was the one who insisted on watching the video
. The video was very clear, foreign, and when I saw the male protagonist reveal his enormous penis, I was stunned.
I couldn't understand why that woman would be so willing to suck it. Later, the number of people on the screen suddenly increased
; it was a group sex scene, which left a deep impression on my mind. That night I still couldn't sleep.
I told Yanzi that after hearing about her father and aunt's story that day, I felt wet down there and wanted to touch it, trying to find
the feeling of friction like on a vaulting horse. Yanzi smiled
and said that every woman gets wet down there; I just couldn't find the feeling because I wasn't getting it right. She said she could touch it there too. I asked her to demonstrate for me, and she was a little embarrassed, but
she agreed. We were both wearing nightgowns with only panties underneath. On the bed, she took off her panties
, and I saw her pubic area. She had more hair than I did. She rubbed her pubic area with her fingers and told me that
a little clitoris would appear after arousal. I tried touching it and felt incredibly comfortable. I also put my hand inside her panties and found that
she was wet again. Sure enough, I found the little clitoris. So we both started masturbating. She
suddenly became very excited, her expression one of ecstasy. As I closed my eyes and enjoyed my first sexual experience, she kissed me.
I was momentarily stunned, only feeling her lips make my face burn even hotter. We both felt very hot and took off
our nightgowns. Looking at her voluptuous figure, I felt very aroused, and that's how I reached my first orgasm. Afterwards
, she held me naked and kissed me gently. I felt my body burning hot, but I didn't want to leave her
embrace. From then on, we became even closer. We always slept in the same bed, we kissed, we
masturbated each other…
Although I felt that what we were doing was a bit inappropriate, I didn't realize at the time that we were gay
. We still joked about the opposite sex and talked about the relationships between boys and girls in our class. Around that time, some boys started pursuing me.
There were two of us, but we never had feelings for each other. In our final year of junior high, we both got into the same high school. After another
summer, Yanzi got a boyfriend. When school started, we weren't in the same class, so our relationship became a bit distant.
The boy was from another school; he was handsome, but a bit of a troublemaker and a bit of a rascal. Later, I found out that Yanzi
had already had sex with him during the summer. I can't quite describe how I felt at the time,
maybe a little jealous. Even being distanced from a regular friend would feel bad, let alone Yanzi. By high school, I was truly grown up
. I was considered a pretty girl then, and I had many suitors. I received many little notes. In my
second year of high school, I had my first relationship. He was a senior boy. I was in an accelerated class, planning to take
the college entrance exam a year early, so I attended classes with the seniors. He was a handsome boy, and we both went to
tutoring classes at a school around the same area. Even though he lived far away, he would always walk me back to my school dormitory. One
evening, the power suddenly went out at the classroom. He suggested we go for a walk in the nearby park, and I agreed. We
chatted happily all the way. In a secluded place, he suddenly stopped and boldly hugged me. I could feel
his rapid heartbeat. We started dating from then on.
(2)
Our relationship was not hidden from other classmates. At that time, there were already quite a few couples in the grade. Because I was
a top student favored by the teachers and was likely to be admitted to university in my second year of high school, the school
always made an exception for students who were about to graduate. Some people say that dating will delay studies, but I don't think so. My first love is a
good example. His studies were not very good at first. He only started to study hard after we got together.
At this time, Yanzi was not so lucky. Her studies were not as good as in junior high school. And she fell to
the bottom of the grade. I was very worried about her fate. Although it was a key middle school, the university admission rate was only 35% at that time.
For high school students in a small city, the competition was quite cruel. I had a serious talk with her.
We held hands again, and she promised to study hard and improve every day. I smiled, and when
no one was around, she kissed my cheek, saying I was still the best to her. My boyfriend wouldn't be jealous; he knew
we were very good friends.
His pursuit was intense. He got me lunch every day, saved me a seat in the study room every day,
sent flowers, and anonymously requested songs for me… All of this made me feel superior; I was a
woman loved, I thought. Our relationship gradually progressed. He was relatively well-behaved on campus, but
he was a different person in the tutoring program. Sitting in my seat, his elbow would constantly brush against me, sometimes he would even put his hand
on my thigh. I wanted to stop him but was afraid my classmates would laugh at me, and besides, it felt tingly and comfortably. Once outside the school gates, he
became even more unrestrained, always heading towards secluded spots, then holding me tightly and showering me with kisses. My
defenses were breached layer by layer. At first, perhaps because it was Yanzi, I vowed never to open my mouth to kiss him.
I loved Yanzi's soft tongue, I loved her gentleness. But I truly couldn't resist his hundreds of requests.
When he said just once, I fell for it. Some say kissing opens the floodgates of sex, and I think there's some truth to that.
A kiss can be intoxicating. During our second intoxication together, he touched my breasts, my second line of defense.
Every time he hugged me tightly, I could feel the change in his genitals.
Sometimes his erection was so strong that it took him a long time to calm down. I suddenly thought
of the huge penises of foreigners in pornographic videos, wondering if something that big could actually penetrate me.
My third line of defense was breached by him in the movie theater. I don't remember the movie's plot, only that we
sat in the back row. After the lights went out, he started kissing me passionately. When he kissed my neck, I felt a
tingling sensation all over my body. He tentatively tried to unbuckle the belt on my jeans, and the limp feeling made me feel
powerless to stop him. He later told me that I was incredibly wet, and he felt his hands were soaked. Unfortunately, he had
no idea how to make me feel comfortable. He tried to put his index finger into my vagina. Yanzi had never been so rough with
me before. It hurt a lot, and I almost screamed. "How could you be so mean? I'm really getting impatient." Seeing my anger,
he didn't know what to do and just kept apologizing. Actually, I wasn't really angry. That night, lying in
bed, I kept replaying what happened in the movie theater in my mind, and I couldn't help but get wet again. I really wanted to run to Yanzi's next door and
have a good talk with her. I wanted to ask her, if even a small finger hurt me so much, how could I bear such a big penis?
Of course, I also wanted her comfort and her gentle caresses. But thinking about how she
rarely invited me out since she got together with that handsome guy , I was always a little angry.
During the free review period before the college entrance exam, he had his chance. He invited me to his house to study. I knew his parents
weren't home during the day, and I knew he definitely wanted to do *that*, so I hesitated for a moment but went anyway. He lived in an apartment building, and his
room was very clean, obviously specially prepared. I originally wanted to stick to my principles and never take off all my clothes,
but after being overwhelmed by "I love you," all my principles were powerless. I half-heartedly let him undress me
until I was only wearing my underwear, and he quickly took off his own clothes as well. His penis was indeed no
smaller than that foreigner's. This terrified me.
He pounced on me and sucked on my nipple, while his right hand moved towards my underwear. I was impulsive at that moment, thinking, "
If it's going to happen, let it happen, because I love this man!" But what was supposed to happen didn't.
After he took off my underwear, I was very nervous, my legs slightly parted, quietly waiting for what was going to happen. I felt him
repeatedly thrusting his penis into my vagina, but the position wasn't right, and he couldn't penetrate. He was
sweating profusely with anxiety, and finally, his penis went limp. Seeing his dejected appearance, I felt sorry for him and nestled in his
arms, my hand boldly grasping his penis. It wasn't completely limp yet. Just a touch from my hand, and
it became responsive. After I moved it from side to side a couple of times, it became incredibly erect. "You're going to become a demon, aren't you? How do you usually
hide it?" I asked him with a laugh. He laughed, sat up again, and began a new attempt. He held his penis
and forcefully poked at my vagina, but the position was still wrong. I had to tell him to go a little lower, and he thrust it
in. I regretted telling him because it hurt so much. Luckily, he only went in a little. I screamed and then...
I came out. With tears in my eyes, I apologized to him, saying it really hurt too much. He hurriedly comforted me, saying, "Let's not
have sex anymore, it's enough that I can hold you like this." After replying, I snuggled into his arms again. I noticed that
his penis was still very big, and I looked at him ignorantly and asked, "What should I do about it? We can solve it with our hands, can you help me
?" I agreed and asked him how to do it. He demonstrated how to manipulate the penis, and I followed his
example. Perhaps my movements were too slow, because he suddenly grabbed my hand and started moving it up and down quickly.
After a while, I felt his breathing getting heavier and heavier, and a large amount of semen sprayed out, everywhere. I hurriedly
got toilet paper from the bathroom to wipe him.
That day I had to go and chat with Yanzi. I was eager to know if other people's first time was the same, and
whether having sex with a man would bring pleasure?
(3)
At night, on the playground, Yanzi and I walked five laps around the 400-meter track. Because of my honesty,
Yanzi finally told me what she had always wanted to say, and the knot in our hearts was untied.
Yanzi's first time was also very painful; the pain made her initially afraid of him. Her handsome but naive boyfriend was anything but gentle
and considerate. Her first time was in an abandoned courtyard in a park,
guarded by several of his buddies. Although she liked the boy, she didn't want to do anything out of line in that environment.
I think she was raped. The boy roughly pulled off her skirt and underwear, and forced her down
on a stone bench. He inserted a contraceptive film into her vagina with his finger. Despite the pain, Yanzi endured it without
crying out. Then she felt him pull down his pants, and then his penis went all the way in. He
was so forceful; the pain was excruciating. Yanzi cried out, but then she heard
the laughter of his buddies at the door. The handsome but naive boyfriend, however, completely ignored her, just thrusting back and forth relentlessly.
Yanzi couldn't escape at all. Ten minutes later, it was Yanzi's first time; blood flowed from the bench to the floor.
Yanzi herself couldn't explain why she liked this boy. Was
it because he helped her when she was in too much pain to walk? Was it because his friend at the door called her "sister-in-law"? Beautiful Yanzi,
Yanzi from a top school, why would she like a nobody from the streets? Yanzi's personality, like mine, had a rebellious streak,
but that rebellion resulted in being abused. Yanzi was afraid to tell me these things; she knew I would scold her, advise her
to break up with him, and ask her why she was so foolish. Yes, why was she so foolish? From then on, I realized that many questions have
no answers. Why did Yanzi fall in love with him so impulsively? This question has no answer. So after
that bloody summer, she stopped trying to find opportunities to see me; she was afraid to tell me these things. I cried when I heard this
. It felt like I was the victim. I had misunderstood Yanzi and respected her choice. I had previously thought she prioritized
romance over friendship, and I felt guilty about my initial assumption. It was getting dark, and we snuggled together. She
asked me if I truly loved him. My answer was of course. Then she told me that his penis wasn't as
scary as she had imagined; it was just that the first time was terrible, and she felt fear. She was still very
scared the next few times, but although it still hurt a little, it wasn't too bad anymore. With more experience
, a month later she could experience pleasure from it.
Although it wasn't like when I helped her masturbate and she always had an orgasm, the feeling was different…
Two days later, he invited me to his house again. I didn't struggle; lying naked on the bed, I felt like a
martyr, facing imminent death. But things often turn out this way: when you prepare for the worst, the result is
unexpected. Having learned from the previous experience, he easily found the right spot and gently inserted himself. I gritted
my teeth, bracing myself for immense pain. I still felt a stinging pain, but it wasn't unbearable. Just as I
was preparing to endure even greater pain, I felt his penis already deeply inside me. At this moment,
he cautiously asked me if it hurt. I said it was okay. Then, he began to move slowly. I felt
dizzy. He moved faster and faster. I don't know how long it lasted or how many times he thrust. I only know that he
pulled out at the moment of ejaculation, and a large amount of white liquid sprayed onto my body, covering me completely.
My genitals still felt a bit hot, but I didn't feel any pain. Looking at the sheets, I saw a pool of bright
red blood under my body. He said he would keep the sheets forever as our witness. I ran naked to the bathroom to wipe
the blood from my genitals, which hadn't stopped flowing.
(4)
At first, I was very worried about getting pregnant because the heroine in so many stories always did that.
I remember being incredibly excited when my period came that month. The review before the college entrance exam was very stressful, and we didn't have a chance to make love again. After the exam,
I felt it wasn't ideal, which was the perfect reason to tell my family that I could stay at school. During the waiting
period, we went crazy. Sex became our entire lives. His house was too dangerous, because we were always worried that his family
would suddenly come back. Yanzi generously offered her house, which became our safe haven. Our sex
position was always the same: he was always on top, and I lay calmly on the bottom. Our second time
felt much better. When he entered, my vagina felt very full. That day, I let him thrust in and out, and
when he ejaculated, he would always pull out and ejaculate on me using masturbation. He did it all day,
ejaculating five times. I liked watching his satisfied look when he ejaculated; his excitement made me excited too, even though I hadn't truly experienced
the pleasure of sex with a man yet. But soon I discovered that pleasure. However, he always thrust vigorously, and
just as I was getting excited, he would pull out and ejaculate. I wanted to tell him that we could change positions to make it
last longer, but I was too embarrassed to say it. We did this for a week.
On Saturday night, Yanzi came back from tutoring at school. Seeing me excitedly greet her, she smiled at me as soon as she came in
, "How are you? I can tell you're not in pain anymore." I just smiled. That evening, we cooked dinner together. Yanzi had been attending
tutoring classes for a week and wanted to sleep, so we slept together again. In bed, we had so much to talk about. From big things like
which schools to apply to, to every little thing that happened in our respective classes, even at 11 pm, though I was still very energetic...
Li, her eyes were already drooping, so I didn't disturb her. Watching her close her eyes and her breathing gradually even out,
the soft light from the lamp made me feel a pang of sadness. Looking at Yanzi's beautiful face, I couldn't help but gently kiss her. Unexpectedly
, she wasn't sound asleep; she suddenly opened her eyes, startling me. Yanzi looked at me tenderly, completely wide awake. "I missed you!"
she said.
"Me too." Then, we lay on the bed kissing each other. When she gently
stirred her tongue in my mouth, I pulled away and suddenly said, "I want it!" I was astonished by my own actions. I got up and straddled her
, kissing her face and neck passionately, just like my boyfriend had kissed me. Yanzi was now panting, and
she slipped her hand under my skirt, stroking my back. We both got up and took off our nightgowns and underwear. It had
been a long time since I'd seen Yanzi naked; she had changed a lot. She was now a truly mature woman, with full breasts
and more pubic hair.
If before we only masturbated each other, this time it was real sex. We caressed each other's breasts
; I loved her kneading and sucking. I especially loved it when she inserted her index finger into my vagina and then gently licked
my clitoris with her tongue. Only a woman knows a woman's heart. That night, we performed oral sex on each other for the first time, and I also inserted my finger into her
vagina. I believe we were both incredibly satisfied that night.
The next morning, someone rang the doorbell. It was that guy I called "Paizi the Handsome Guy." He
was quite polite when he saw me, and when I got ready to meet him, he even tried to persuade me to stay for lunch. When I
returned home after watching a movie with him, I found that Pizi was gone, and Yanzi seemed to have been crying. Yanzi was very sad, and after I
pressed her for details, I learned what had happened. That Pizi was simply a beast!
After I left, they first made love. After his lust was satisfied, he started asking about me, saying I was
pretty and he liked watching seemingly quiet girls go wild in bed… Yanzi stopped him from continuing to slander
me, but instead received a severe scolding. He also revealed a plan he claimed he had wanted to discuss with Yanzi:
one of his buddies had hooked up with a 30-year-old shop owner and invited this scoundrel to sleep with her too, on the condition that he
also sleep with Yanzi. This bastard actually agreed, and they had just slept with that "good"
shop owner the day before yesterday. His buddy showed up immediately, ready to sleep with Yanzi today. Yanzi was heartbroken, cried bitterly,
and vowed to break up with him. But he actually said he was already tired of Yanzi and would only sleep with her one more time,
but if he ever saw Yanzi with another man, he would beat them up. After saying these words, he
raped Yanzi. For the next few days, Yanzi didn't go to school. Firstly, she was too heartbroken and afraid others would notice, and secondly, she was afraid that the hooligan
would harass her at school. My boyfriend called many friends to Yanzi's house to protect her. A few days later, good news came
: the hooligan had been beaten up for messing with someone's girlfriend. Not only did he not receive compensation, but he was also
sentenced to a year of re-education through labor for fighting. A few years later, I saw him. At that time, he was
directing people to move things in a small supermarket. People called him the boss and another woman in her thirties the boss's wife. The woman looked
very charming, but she was also quite shrewish. She treated the hooligan very well, and the hooligan was very respectful to her. The hooligan didn't
recognize me. Later, I heard that the woman was originally the owner of the small shop. She
married this young man right after he was released from prison. The two of them ran a business together, and the small shop had become a supermarket. One thing subdues another. That's what I
thought.
(5)
After this incident, Yanzi was very depressed, but it also had a positive effect. She started to study. I
stayed with her the whole time, accompanying her to classes and chatting with her. Since summer vacation was for tutoring, school ended early, and Yanzi and I could
go back to her house to stay. We spent every day together, which is why I declined my boyfriend's invitation to travel together. I enjoyed
being with Yanzi; I tried my best to make her happy, helped her with her studies at night, and liked to touch her
breasts as I fell asleep. What happened next was like a scene from a movie: Yanzi didn't get her period,
and we were both very anxious. Yanzi lost her focus. You know, schools might not interfere with dating, but if
a student gets pregnant, there's only one outcome: expulsion. Just when we were feeling down, the college entrance exam
scores came out. My score was only a few points higher than my boyfriend's, whose grades were usually worse. I have to admit that men are
quite intelligent. We both applied to different majors at a university in Beijing; he was accepted, but I wasn't
. Because I mistakenly applied to my first choice, the university I got into wasn't ideal. I resolutely decided to retake the exam, for
myself, to go to Beijing to see him, and to be with Yanzi. Half a month passed, and the pregnancy was
practically a done deal. Yanzi was almost in tears; you have to understand, in those days, miscarriage was still very difficult.
How to fill out the doctor's forms? I was very satisfied with my handling of the situation. First, I had Yanzi pretend to be sick, because
tutoring didn't strictly require sick leave certificates; just fooling the teacher was enough. As for me, I was optional. We
took the train to my house together, telling my family I needed to buy some reference books and needed some money. I temporarily "borrowed" my brother and sister-in-law
's marriage certificate (I thought they would look at it). I bought Yanzi an outfit that made her look like an old lady, and deliberately
tanned her face. Coupled with a lot of bad luck, Yanzi looked very haggard; she looked even more like my sister-in-law than my
sister-in-law herself. Looking at my masterpiece in the mirror, Yanzi smiled for the first time in many days. The hospital wasn't
as mysterious as I'd imagined. Drinking water, an ultrasound, medication… and a little life was gone just like that. I asked her how she felt
, and she said the pain was in her heart. After her first time with that bastard, she felt there was nothing more to hurt about
. A few days later, Yanzi was much more cheerful, saying I was like a strong woman, and she felt very secure with me. We
returned to school safely, as if nothing had happened, even her boyfriend was unaware.
When I came back, my boyfriend had already gone to Beijing. He left a letter, mainly expressing his love for me, but the words revealed
dissatisfaction. But how could he know my predicament? Yanzi's privacy couldn't be exposed in the slightest.
I quickly molded Yanzi into a good student, and good students in their senior year always enjoy privileges;
she could leave early. And me? Because I had already taken the exam once and achieved good results, I naturally enjoyed the ultimate privilege
—I could skip class. The senior year belonged to Yanzi and me. Her home was our love nest. (The text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or a missing section.)
I had skipped class to come back once, and that night we stayed at Yanzi's house together. Although we didn't share a room
, I felt very awkward when we made love, my mind filled with thoughts of Yanzi… Although Yanzi wasn't upset the next day,
I still felt a little uneasy. Later, I had a dream several times, a scene from that night: me, Yanzi,
and him making love, trying all sorts of positions and methods, but it didn't end with his ejaculation; instead,
Yanzi and I reached orgasm together. I loved that dream; I always felt a deep ache when I woke up.
Yanzi ignored my advice and took the provincial teacher's college entrance exam early because she felt it was safer; actually, with her
grades, she could have gone to a better school. Now she's back at my old school, a middle school teacher.
She married a fellow teacher from the same school early on, and every time I go back, I visit her. We still
hold hands and chat around the playground like we did when we were in school. As I wished, I went to Beijing and got into a top-tier
university. First love always ends in failure; we broke up during my school years for various reasons. He
won an award in an international competition during his junior year and went abroad early. I had three suitors in college, and after starting work,
I had some romantic encounters and some heartbreaks. I married someone who loves me over a year ago, and I still receive pursuit from several
men who may still be interested, or perhaps they simply enjoy relationships with married women—you could call it pursuing. I
don't believe marriage means limiting one person to having sex with only one person. Frankly, I have a lover, whom I don't
see often. He's a few years younger than me, very handsome and intelligent, sometimes a bit silly, but very good to me. He looks somewhat
like a swallow.
This is my story. The first part is for those who can understand the story. The last part is to satisfy everyone's curiosity
and is for men with other intentions. Crystal is satisfied with her current sex life. Thank you for your concern!
[The End]

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