The Unspeakable Story of a Good Girl's Youth (Part 1)

I grew up in a relatively conservative family. My father worked in the public security bureau, and my mother was in the education department in our hometown. So, from childhood, there were always things I was forbidden from doing. From elementary school to middle and high school, all the teachers were given special instructions by my mother. Every move I made was under her watchful eye. Often, before I even got home, my mother would already be waiting on the sofa to talk to me. My father, due to his work, decided to talk to anyone in a way that felt like an interrogation. I remember when some classmates came to visit in middle school, my father happened to come home from work. He asked them about their family background, home address, parents' workplaces, and positions in great detail. All of this meant that I didn't experience the typical teenage rebellion; perhaps it was all a repressed adolescence.
Later, when I took the college entrance exam, I only had one thought: I had to get into a university in another city, far away from my parents, at least not the kind of distance where they would lock me at home on weekends. Actually, I secretly dated someone in high school. He pursued me, and I liked clean-cut boys like him. I didn't think too much about it at the time, but several of the better girls in my class had their own boyfriends, so I understood a bit. I couldn't resist the urge, and with his persistent pursuit and my best friends egging me on, I half-heartedly accepted our relationship. Of course, for various reasons, it was a very innocent romance. My mother was always watching, and I was a rather obedient person. At most, he would wait for me in the alley near the school after school, and we would ride our bikes home together. He would deliberately take a longer route to accompany me home before turning back. Then, before we knew it, we had our college entrance exams. He did well and got into a top university in Zhejiang, while I, although I became my parents' pride that summer, still got into a 211 university in a neighboring province. My grades were somewhat lower than his, and that's how we started a long-distance relationship.
For a while after starting university, everything was new and exciting. My parents, through connections, managed to get a fellow villager who was a teacher in the college to take care of me. But since we lived in different cities, I began a free and unrestrained life, and talking to my boyfriend in Zhejiang every night became a habit.
My best friend in the university dorm was Xiaoting. We were from the same province but different cities, had similar personalities, and had many things in common. She had also been dating in high school, so we talked a lot and became very close. I was surprised to learn that she and her boyfriend had already been intimate. She told me that this was a natural stage in dating, and laughed at me for being old-fashioned. I sheepishly admitted that my relationship with my boyfriend was only at the stage of holding hands, and we had only kissed a handful of times. She seriously told me that the guy definitely wanted it, but he just hadn't expressed it, or our relationship hadn't progressed to that stage. Xiaoting reminded me to think carefully about whether my relationship with my boyfriend was truly romantic or just a little deeper than good friends.
Xiaoting's boyfriend also goes to university in another city. He's on the basketball team, 1.93 meters tall, and visits her about once a month, usually on Friday afternoons and taking the train back on Monday mornings. This means Xiaoting disappears for two days and three nights each month. She doesn't shy away from telling me that she stays in hotels with her boyfriend. Every time, I jokingly ask her, "Your man's here?" She laughs and playfully punches me. Once, I couldn't contain my curiosity and asked her, "What's the point of you going to hotels? Don't you go shopping?" She said, "Shopping costs money. He saves his allowance, and after his own expenses, it's enough for his train tickets to visit me and to buy me small gifts when he comes. I don't need to worry about myself. Besides, he's always so eager when he comes, he never seems to have enough, and then he makes me so tired. Seeing him begging like that, who could refuse?" I said, "Does it hurt?" Xiaoting gave me a mischievous grin and said, "You'll see when you try, you old-fashioned thing." But let me tell you, for guys, that's directly proportional to height. How tall is your boyfriend? I said, if it's long, and they go in deep, wouldn't it hurt even more? Xiaoting punched me with her little fist, "Idiot, if it's really short, what's the point of tickling? You'll get all excited, but he just won't get it right, driving you crazy. You wouldn't understand anyway, pfft." "By the way, to be honest, there's another guy in my boyfriend's dorm who's 194cm tall. Maybe I can introduce you to him sometime?" I clicked my tongue, "Get lost, I have a boyfriend, don't talk nonsense." She said, "Auntie, that's not a boyfriend, okay? Your Platonic relationship, in the past it would just be pen pals at most."
Before we knew it, autumn had turned to winter, and winter arrived in the blink of an eye. This time, Xiaoting's boyfriend came to visit, and the two of them insisted on taking me to the Forbidden City, saying they felt sorry for me. Of course, her boyfriend also said he would treat us to dinner to thank me for taking care of Xiaoting. That afternoon was pleasant, but very tiring; my legs were sore by the time we came out of the Forbidden City. And by the time we took the bus back to the university, the gates were already closed. Following their usual habit, they booked a hotel room near the university that night, naturally forgetting that I needed to get back to my dorm. So they suggested I stay at the hotel with them for the night and go back to school the next morning. I thought about it and decided that was the only option. That night, we had a late-night snack, and I booked a room next to theirs. Back in my room, I took a shower. I was exhausted from the day, and I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but I vaguely heard Xiaoting and her boyfriend talking in the next room (the soundproofing in the hotel near the university is terrible). I couldn't hear clearly, but after a while, I heard Xiaoting moaning in pain. I woke up immediately. Was Xiaoting sick, or were they having a fight? I couldn't think of anything else. I got dressed, hesitated for a moment, and decided to go ask. I opened my room and went to their door. I could hear it more clearly then. It really was Xiaoting's voice, moaning like she had a stomachache. I knocked on the door and called out, "Xiaoting, are you sick?" The noise inside immediately stopped. I knocked on the door again. Xiaoting stammered inside, "Wait a minute," and after a long wait, she opened the door a crack, her face flushed. She asked what was wrong, and I said, "I think you sound sick or uncomfortable. Maybe we should go to the hospital?" She stared at me, then finally burst out laughing, "We're just exercising." I immediately understood, and my face turned bright red. I felt like a complete idiot, made a face, and went back to my room. Back in my room, I took off my clothes and crawled into bed, still feeling ashamed of my clumsiness. A few minutes later, Xiaoting's moans started again next door, accompanied by the rhythmic vibrations of the bed. Without realizing it, my attention was drawn to the sound. I couldn't help but press my ear against the wall, mostly out of curiosity, and this time I could hear it much more clearly. Xiaoting's heavy breathing pierced my ears, along with the rhythmic slapping sounds of flesh colliding. Xiaoting was becoming incoherent, "Husband, husband, husband, ah, so good, so good, take me, take me, fuck me to death!" Her boyfriend groaned, "Fuck you to death, fuck your little cunt, does it feel good?" Xiaoting said, "It feels good, so good, I love riding my husband's big cock, I look forward to you riding me every month, ahhhhhh, fuck me, Xiaoting will let you do whatever you want, do whatever you want, I'm yours now, you can play with me as much as you want." Then I heard the sound of the two of them kissing. Xiaoting said again, "You're licking me to death, husband, does your wife feel good wrapped around you?" Her boyfriend didn't say anything, just kept humming and busy, while Xiaoting kept saying lewd things, making my face blush and my heart race. Having known Xiaoting for so long, I've always known her to be very popular, often joking and playing around with both male and female classmates, but overall she's very ladylike. This was the first time I'd seen this side of her. I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body, ready to explode. Xiaoting's moans grew louder and more frequent, almost screaming. Then, a long, sharp cry of "Husband, I'm coming!" was followed by intermittent, low, trembling sounds, but the slapping sounds of penetration didn't lessen at all. After a few minutes, Xiaoting's voice rose again, "Husband, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming again, ahhhhhh, I'm going to fly, I'm going to fly, I'm going to fly!" Then came another loud scream, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, don't stop, please, husband, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, faster, faster, fuck me to death, fuck me to death, fuck me harder, fuck me, ahh ... The next morning, I was awakened again by Xiaoting's calls from next door, and began another round of intense activity. I didn't get up until after ten o'clock, and it wasn't until almost noon that I felt an itch in my head. When the two of them knocked on the door to invite me to lunch, Xiaoting's face was slightly flushed, and I tacitly avoided mentioning what happened the night before.
This experience was my initial enlightenment, and it was this night's experience that opened another door for me.

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