A white girl I met while studying in Russia

In September 2004, after completing my preparatory course at the engineering school in this city, I came to this normal university. I was racking my brains over which department to choose. Then, a brilliant idea struck me: normal universities must involve teaching and educating people, so I decided to apply for the education department. After registering, came a long wait. I heard that Russian students had a whole month of military training in September, and classes wouldn't officially start until October 1st… On the first day of class in early October, when I, an Asian, sat in a large classroom, I was surrounded by at least 100 students with all sorts of hair colors and blue and green eyes staring at me… It was so awkward! Slowly, I learned to get along with them and adapt to freshman life… Unconsciously, a girl slowly walked into my life. Once, in a large lecture, the teacher was lecturing wildly, and everyone was taking notes at lightning speed. At my writing speed, I couldn't keep up at all. Frustrated, I decided not to write anymore. The old method: borrow notes from a friend after class. Thinking this, I simply slumped onto the desk. Suddenly, I felt someone touch me from behind. I turned around and saw a large sky-blue eye staring at me: "Why aren't you writing?" she said, her right hand gesturing as if she was writing on her notebook, as if afraid I hadn't understood. I waved my hand and whispered, "I'll write later." The teacher had just said get out of class was over, and I was about to stretch when my arm bumped into something. I turned around and saw her hand holding a notebook: "Here you go, remember to return it to me when you're done copying!" I was so touched at that moment. I had been here for a year, and my impression of Russians was that they were arrogant, haughty, and intolerant of outsiders...
However, that little girl's action deeply touched me... As I put her notebook in my bag, I secretly turned to observe her: shoulder-length dark brown hair, very straight, probably natural; a fair, oval face; two large, light blue eyes; below that, a slender, pointed nose—not the typical large and long kind, but very delicate and refined, almost like you could stick a small apple on its tip; very thin; her chest wasn't large, but it had a very slender frame... And so, we gradually got to know each other, chatting together during breaks. She was in my year, but in a different class. We had two long classes together each week. Perhaps we both had feelings for each other, because before those two classes, we would deliberately arrive at the classroom early to get a seat towards the back. Every time I entered the classroom, I would immediately look towards my usual seat. If she was already sitting there, she would shyly lower her head, avoiding my gaze...
In December, the weather started to get cold. I remember that day, the first snow of winter fell. After school, as I was going down the stairs, I ran into her and her friend who often sat with us. I knew they were going home, and it was on my way back to the dorm, so we started chatting. When we got to the bus stop, the bus hadn't come yet, and the snow was falling harder. Suddenly, she pressed one hand on my left shoulder, and with the other palm up, she said to me, "Look, the snow is melting in my hand..." At that moment, I really wanted to hug her tightly, but I held back. After about two minutes, she said she was cold. Oh my god, what a perfect opportunity! I was wearing a down jacket... With lightning speed, I took it off and draped it over her shoulders… But half a minute later, I realized I'd overdone it. The wind was picking up, and I was shivering. I deliberately stepped back, afraid she'd think I was cold too… The bus arrived! I was so excited, thinking if it hadn't come soon, I might be stuck in the hospital eating borscht (the hospital here provides free room and board, but the main dish is always borscht). Suddenly, I felt a warmth on my left cheek; something touched me. I glanced down and saw she'd looked up and kissed me… A warm current surged to my forehead… Damn it, I can't get on this bus! I'll have to wait for the next one!! Finally, we got on the bus. Standing at the back, she leaned against me. People around us were looking at me curiously. I felt my face getting hot and a little embarrassed, but she naturally put her right arm inside my left. Time kept ticking by, and I was sure I wasn't mistaken. I was excited, nothing else, just excited… Having spent all my high school years in China until I was 19, I had never even touched a girl's lips. I had no idea what love was. So much so that when my buddy asked me in my senior year of high school if I had ever had a first kiss, I naively asked back, "Was my first kiss with a girl or a girl kissing me?"… From then on, from standing at the station until now, only 10 minutes had passed… but so much had happened to me.
I don't know when we arrived at my dorm's stop, but I suddenly realized I had to get off. "I'm getting off…you…" Before I could finish, she said, "Come with us to our apartment." As she spoke, the arm that was holding mine was pulled slightly. I was stunned and before I could reply, the doors closed (I was really glad my Russian wasn't very good at the time, and I spoke very slowly). I had no choice but to continue on the train... I glanced to the side and saw a young man looking at me with a very strange gaze, as if to say, "Kid, you'll have your fun later." We didn't talk about the stops along the way. When we arrived at the station, we started walking from there. As soon as she got off the train, she said to me, "It's a 5-minute walk," and then ignored me, chatting and laughing with her friends. I silently told myself, "Don't overthink it, I'm your protector, your protector..." We walked to a residential building and started heading into it. While waiting for the elevator on the first floor, she vigorously patted the snow off me...
I only felt numb (damn, I'd been freezing the whole way! Why didn't she wear more layers? Luckily, I was wearing a sweater underneath). I don't know which floor we got to, but after exiting the elevator, we opened a door and went inside. I changed my shoes first. The room was very clean, and clothes were hanging by the door. She told me to sit wherever I wanted and then went to the kitchen. I sat awkwardly on a large sofa in the living room and started looking around. It was a one-bedroom apartment, and the living room was quite small. Just as I was observing, her voice came from the kitchen: "You, tea or coffee?" "Green tea, thank you," I replied. After a while, she came out with a tray containing three large cups of tea and coffee. "You drink first, there are candies and stuff on the table." She pointed to the table and then went into the bedroom... It was so cold, I picked up a cup and drank it, even though it was a little hot. About five minutes later, she came out. Oh my god, was she trying to seduce me? She was wearing a white, slightly transparent, low-cut tank top, with her black bra faintly visible underneath. Of course, she knew I was looking at her (actually, she was doing it on purpose), and she casually tossed her hair. "Drink up." She then sat down next to me... "Marina, what are we going to eat later?" Her friend Olya asked her rather inappropriately, but she replied naturally, "I'm not too hungry right now, let's talk about it later."
At that time, of course, I had to act like a gentleman and started chatting with her about trivial things, like whether I'd been living there long, whether it was just me and Olya, how much it cost a month, etc. She told me that it was just the two of them living together, and although the apartment wasn't big and wasn't in the city center, it still cost 4000 rubles a month (at the time, 1 RMB = 3.5 rubles) without a landlord. I said, "That's so expensive!" She started explaining a lot, but I didn't quite understand. Then, an awkward silence started because I'd used up all the words I knew (you only realize how little you know when you need it!). She probably realized I was only good at talking, and after finishing the last sip of her coffee, she said, "Would you like to see that room?" pointing to their bedroom. My immediate thought was that boys shouldn't just go into a girl's room, but I told myself: "Just once, okay?" After thinking it over, I got up, and she stood up too. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. As soon as we entered, I loudly praised it (it was a very ordinary bedroom, I really don't know what was so praiseworthy about it), saying things like how clean it was and how many books there were. She just listened without saying anything. Then she pointed to a small bed at the back and said, "This bed is mine. Isn't the teddy bear cute?" As she spoke, she picked up a teddy bear from beside her pillow. She held it in her hand, and I casually stroked it while saying, "Hmm, nice." For a second, I didn't know what to do next, so I scratched the back of my head, wanting to turn around and look at the computer on her desk...
In the instant I turned around, my head was pulled back by a pair of hands, and then I felt something warm pressed against my lips… (My first kiss!!!) Although I didn't have much kissing experience, I had 20GB of porn on my dorm computer at the time. "Let's go," I told myself, and I hugged her head with both hands and started kissing her. As we kissed, I felt her soft tongue probing deeper into my mouth. I opened my mouth wider, and her tongue was so soft, sticky, and agile, rolling around… My mind went blank; I couldn't feel anything. I only felt her and I slowly move to her bedside, sit down at the same time, and I lie down on her pillow. She got up to close the door, and then I suddenly remembered that there was someone else there (I had completely forgotten that Olya was also there). Just as she closed the door, I asked, "Has Olya gone out?" "She's taking a shower," she said, walking towards me. I was truly impressed by her keen senses and calm demeanor. As she reached the bedside, she pounced on my chest and started kissing me again. This time, I was quicker. While kissing her, I wrapped my right arm around her, and my left hand started to wander, pressing directly against her chest. I touched her for a while through her tank top. Suddenly, she looked up, smiling slyly, and said, "Don't you want to put your hand inside and touch?" I felt a flush spread across my face. Sigh, she'd hit the nail on the head. Fine, I'll touch her then! I slipped my left hand under the top of her tank top. This move was second nature to me. Touching her nipples, I felt an immediate ache in my groin. Her thigh was pressed against mine, and she sensed my arousal. So, she deliberately lifted her right leg and placed it on my thigh…
Seeing me struggling to touch her breast with my left arm raised, she naturally reached behind her with one hand. With a soft snap, my hand, which was pinching one of her nipples, suddenly felt much more spacious. She unhooked her bra herself, turned over, and lay flat on the bed. Following the pattern in pornographic films, I felt it was my turn to act. I naturally pulled my other arm out from under her and lifted her tank top all the way up to her neck. I started kissing, sucking, touching, and pinching. When I bit her nipple a little harder, she let out a soft moan. I realized there were other people outside, so I didn't bite harder. Just as I was getting into it, a Russian voice drifted over, making me realize, in my extreme excitement, that the person I was kissing was a foreigner... "Do you have a condom?" "What?" "A condom!" she asked me in a slightly hurried but soft voice (I once again experienced the consequences of not studying languages properly in preparatory school, even though I thought I had tried my best). "Sorry, I don't understand." "A condom? Don't you have one now?" This time she used a different word (I later learned that there are two ways to say condom in Russian, one is the scientific name, and the other is the common name). Seeing my blank and depressed face, she put one hand on her forehead and then gestured to me: she stretched out one finger, and with two fingers of her other hand, she made a circle and put it on that finger... I suddenly realized, damn it, that's enough! I spread my hands and made a helpless gesture, "Sorry, for today, it's over... I can't do it with you without that." I was stunned. I froze for a moment. It felt like I had just finished a sauna and was suddenly doused with a bucket of cold water from head to toe... "Oh, okay, I understand." I said helplessly as I got up. She also got up and tidied her hair. "Help me tie it up." She said as she put one of my hands on her back. She fastened her shirt, then lowered the vest I had lifted, stood up, and turned on the laptop. I stood up disappointedly, my heart pounding. She asked me what time it was, and I said 6:30. "Are you planning to have dinner here?" "No," I replied politely. "I'm going home." "Okay, I'll take you to the nearest station." We walked to the living room together. Olya was combing her hair in front of the large mirror by the living room door, wrapped in a bath towel. She seemed to completely disregard me, a newcomer. "What are you two doing?" she asked with a smile. Before I could answer, Marina said, "Chatting," and then pulled me towards the door.
I don't know how we got to the station. We were silent the whole way, both of us very calm. By the time we reached the station, the snow was falling heavily, and there was already snow on the ground. As I stood there, looking into the distance, I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my neck. I turned around and saw her hitting me with snow. After hitting me once, she squatted down and made a snowball. I immediately picked her up. She suddenly whispered in my ear, "This weekend, Olya is going home. I'm alone in my apartment. I'll call you..." (Neither of them lived in the city). I was shocked, truly shocked. At that moment, I felt a surge of strength, and even though I hadn't eaten, I didn't feel so cold anymore. "Okay, it's settled then. I'll call you Friday night!" The car arrived, she kissed me, and I leaned down and kissed her back. We got in the car, and it felt like we got to the dorm very quickly... That night, my roommate asked me, "Why are you so excited? What happened?" "Nothing, I thought I'd just pretend for now and see what happens..."

When I got back to the dorm after school, a guy asked me if I felt like I was stirring a water tank with chopsticks. I wanted to say that with this girl, no. First, she was only 19 years old at the time and had little "experience," and second, although she was 170cm tall, she was very thin, only 50kg.
I remember that day was a Tuesday. I had my third class in the morning the next day. When I got up, I suddenly felt very wet down there. I touched it, and damn it, I had to wash my underwear again… While feeling annoyed, I suddenly realized I was supposed to go to bed on the weekend. Oh no, what if I couldn't get an erection? That would be embarrassing! I sat in school for two classes, feeling very depressed. After class, I went straight to the market. At that time, lean beef was 120 rubles per kilogram, much more expensive than in China. I don't usually buy it, but I bought a kilogram and a half. Back in my dorm, I started planning the menu from that day until Friday: beef stew with carrots, beef stew with potatoes, beef stew with green radishes (this country only has so many winter dishes)… The more I tried to make time pass faster, the more… Finally, Friday arrived. At 5:30 PM, I dialed her number: "Hey, are you there?" "Yes, great." "What are you up to?" "Nothing..." Then there was a two-second pause, neither of us speaking. I broke the awkward silence first, "Um, it's Friday today, right... I..." Oh my god, my tongue was practically tied in knots... I gave up. Then I heard her chuckle on the other end: "Yeah, are you free tomorrow? Come over for tea, um... how about 6:30 PM?" Oh my god, tomorrow? That's what I was thinking, but I still said, "Okay, it's a deal~." "By the way, can you bring a bottle of red wine and two small meat pies when you come?" "Okay, sure." I immediately agreed. Hanging up the phone, I was so excited! Waiting until tomorrow!!! I can't take it anymore...
That night, after playing World of Warcraft online, I did three sets of push-ups, 25 in each set… Dawn broke, then it got really bright, then a little dark. At 5:30, I changed into a new pair of Reebok red and white basketball shoes I'd brought from China (clothes and shoes were really expensive back then, I wore them on purpose to look cool), and even sprayed some of my roommate's perfume… “Damn, going on a blind date, huh?” my roommate said angrily. I ignored him, got dressed, and, relying on my memory, started heading in her direction to catch the bus. I made a phone call as I got on: “I’m on the bus…” “Okay, I’ll wait for you at that stop.” When I arrived, I got off the bus, but I didn’t see her. She was carrying a plastic bag containing a bottle of red wine, two small bags of fish slices, two packets of snacks, and of course, a box of three condoms… “Hey, over here.” She was wearing a dark red coat, walking over through the snow. “How are you?” “Fine.” I felt my face burning. "Let's go." We walked and walked until we arrived. Entering the house, we found it quite dark; her roommate wasn't there, as expected. "Have you had dinner?" "Yeah, I ate a little." (I have a big appetite, and since I didn't buy much, I was afraid of sounding embarrassed if I said I wasn't full, so I specially cooked a small pot of rice and ate that first.) As usual, we drank tea, chatted, and then opened a glass of red wine… ordinary glasses, one for each of us, and said, "Cheers!" I'd been drinking for about 20 minutes when I started feeling hot all over. Ugh, I'm a bit allergic to alcohol. I looked at her, and she didn't seem to be having any reaction… I started to worry: what if she just collapsed without any problems? Damn, that would be a wasted trip… "Are you feeling unwell?" "No, just a little hot…" I tried to smooth things over. "Then go lie down for a bit." Damn, I couldn't be happier! I immediately got up and went to her bedroom. Once inside, I didn't know where to sit, so I just wandered around the room. "Sit down, on the bed or the chair is fine." She came in with a glass of red wine in her hand. "Oh."
I walked to the bed and sat down. Once seated, I kept my head down, not looking up at her. Suddenly, it felt very quiet. When I looked up, I found her smiling at me… “Do you… like me?” “Yes, that’s right… I like you.” “Do you have a girlfriend? Chinese or ours?” “No, no!” (At that moment, I felt my Russian pronunciation was particularly pure.) “Oh, I see, I understand.” We looked at each other, then at each other again. “Look at me again, look at me again, look at me again and I’ll drink you up!” I whispered in Chinese. “What are you saying? I don’t understand.” She giggled. “Private, how do you say that in Chinese?” “Hello…” I tried to draw out the sound as slowly as possible so she could hear me clearly. Haha, she laughed again, very loudly. I angrily pulled her onto my lap. “What are you laughing at?” I shouted. "I'll... laugh~" She smiled and looked at me affectionately, then pressed her hand to my lips... The torrent finally erupted. I hugged her tightly, pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her passionately. She reciprocated, kissing me back, her tongue darting into my mouth, occasionally gently biting my lower lip... The French kiss lasted only a few minutes before I felt an unbearable throbbing down there, even more uncomfortable than last time (probably because of the red wine). "Will you take it off yourself?" she said, taking off her t-shirt, revealing her white skin under the dim lamplight... My hands, in my pockets, were already sweating, clutching the box of condoms tightly...
I quickly grabbed her arm and yelled, "Come on, take it off!" She yanked my sweater up with both hands, and I pulled off my t-shirt underneath as well. She pressed her hand against my chest, and as she stroked down to my nipples, she pulled them with her middle and index fingers... With that pull, I felt my lower body jerk up. She just looked at me, giggling. I pounced on her, grabbed her shoulders, and started kissing her from her mouth down her neck, then her chest. She arched her back, reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and tossed it aside. I quickly kissed her small breasts, which looked pink in the light (the lamp was on the table next to the bed), but weren't small. I kissed, wrapped, and bit them. After a while, I felt her breasts harden and perk up. She placed her right hand on the back of my head and stroked it up and down. She was stroking my hair, and started making soft moaning sounds… We kissed for about two or three minutes, then I paused, thinking: What should I do next? Like in porn, I thought. I started to pull down her pants. Wow, she was really cooperative; she was wearing sweatpants without a belt. Pulling them down, her underwear was revealed—a dark-colored thong! (I was shocked at the time, but later I learned that 80% of girls wear thongs even to class.) The front didn't even cover her vulva; her pubic hair was showing. She looked up, looked down herself, and pulled the thong down. I quickly got up, took off my pants, stripped naked, and threw the box of condoms next to the pillow (I later learned those were the cheapest kind, 3 for 5 rubles, very thick, and of very poor quality). I was about to press myself against her when she grabbed my penis…
"What are you doing?" I really wanted to ask her. She got up and sat on the bed. I leaned towards her, and she opened her mouth and took my penis in. It was the first time in my life I'd ever been given oral sex. I was completely stunned. I just felt her sucking on my penis, swallowing it and then spitting it out. I wanted to ejaculate, I wanted it so badly, I couldn't hold back... But, recalling porn, it's rare to ejaculate during oral sex. What to do? I couldn't help it, I had to endure it. I kept looking up, but after calming down a bit, I looked down. Her long hair covered her face. After only a few seconds, she suddenly looked up, staring at me with big eyes while her mouth moved... Damn, direct sexual seduction... I don't know how long it took... After a while, I felt my glans getting wet. She seemed to notice too, so she opened her mouth, spat it out, picked up the box of condoms, opened it, took one, and put it on my erect penis. Then she lay down on the bed... I knew it was time for me to take the initiative, so I leaned over and kissed her breasts first, then tried to put my penis there... But, embarrassingly, I failed miserably... I tried for a long time, but I couldn't find the entrance... What a failure... She had her eyes closed, but she got impatient and opened them, reached down, grabbed my penis, and slowly put it inside her... It went in... It felt very soft inside... I started doing that piston-like motion, a motion that every man should be born with. I slowly mastered the normal missionary position... There's a saying: "Watching others carry loads makes you feel less tired." I did it for about five minutes, then my arms started to ache. This won't do; I need to work harder, I told myself. So I continued. Perhaps she sensed my slowing down, because she said, "Stop, lie down." I understood, slowly pulled back a little, withdrew, and lay flat on the bed. She quickly got up, straddled me, looked at my penis, and inserted it into her vagina. Then she placed her hands on my arms, moving up and down, up and down. She seemed very experienced...
A short while later, I felt my breathing suddenly quicken, and her movements gradually accelerated. I knew I was likely about to ejaculate, so I immediately said to her, "Can I stay on top a little longer..." As I spoke, my head had already left the pillow. "No, lie down!" she replied, also breathing heavily. As she spoke, she suddenly pressed down on my forearms with both hands, firmly pinning them to the bed. I tried desperately to break free, but after two attempts, I couldn't... At that moment, I realized that the saying "Russians are strong" was indeed true. I had only thought that the Russian men here, with their large frames and blond hair, must be strong, but I never expected that this little girl, weighing only about 100 pounds, could hold my arms down so firmly. (I had played basketball in China for five years, and was on the school team for all three years of high school, training every day, so I felt I still had the strength)... She sat down harder and harder, her movements faster, and I couldn't take it anymore... I ejaculated... I felt a strong itch on the glans, and then, a dark current gushed out from the base of my penis... "You ejaculated?!" Her tone was a little excited. As I felt my penis slowly soften, she stopped moving (later she told me that if I had persisted for another 1 or 2 minutes, she would have orgasmed too). She lifted one leg, stood up, and sat down next to me... I immediately looked down and saw a large pool of white liquid at the top of my vulva... "Take it off." She said, pointing at my penis. "Oh, okay." I used my left hand to pull the condom off forcefully. "You're so clumsy!" she said, while using both hands to remove it for me, pulling the condom up while also pulling my pubic hair down... After taking it off, she tore off a piece of toilet paper and wrapped the condom inside. "A gift for you." She smiled mischievously and handed it to me. I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say. She looked at me and suddenly kissed me. "I'm going to get some snacks. Do you want to come too?" "No," I said.
She went to the kitchen to eat, while I lay quietly on the bed where we had just fought... Everything that had just happened felt like a dream... My first time... It was amazing, leaving me with many fond memories.

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