silly high school kid

I remember it was when I was a freshman in high school, around 16 or 17 years old. It was a time of sexual awakening, and I was especially drawn to girls' breasts. Sometimes I'd make a skein
of fabric so I could wear girls' underwear and really admire their breasts. Back then, the boys in my class talked about this all the time, though it was mostly just bragging. Watching porn was a common hobby. Almost every boy had a few copies, which we'd exchange and enjoy. The internet wasn't widespread then, and we often spent weekends at a classmate's house when their parents weren't home, watching DVDs together. I think there weren't many Japanese films back then; most were European and American. The actresses on screen would moan and gasp, and our erections would get really hard. Gradually, we started having feelings for the girls around us.
My deskmate was in the same boat. We often chatted about rather explicit topics, and peeking at girls' breasts was something we did frequently, especially in the summer when girls wore very little. We gradually gained some experience: 1. We'd sit behind a girl after class, and when she left, we'd put her book on the ground, making it look like it had been knocked over. When she came back, she'd bend down to pick it up, and that was our golden moment to feast our eyes—her breasts would peek out from under her shirt, most of her white, tender breasts coming into view. 2. We'd also see them during cleaning duty, when they were sweeping or picking up trash. It was incredibly effective back then. We'd seen almost all the pretty girls in our class, provided they wore clothes that weren't too tight around the neckline. And the time was always too short to really appreciate them properly, but at the time, we were already quite satisfied. I remember our Chinese teacher was a recent college graduate. We'd pretend to raise our hands to ask questions, and she'd have to bend over and lean on her desk to explain. That way, we even got to see her.
Later, I got a girlfriend, the prettiest girl in our class. She was the aloof but very beautiful type, very popular with the boys. One rascal was even pursuing her relentlessly, but girls aren't usually very popular—that's just how women are. I sat two seats behind her, and I didn't really like her at the time, so I often teased her without any restraint. Later, I don't know how, this girl fell for me. But we didn't confess. A few days later, I got into a fight with students from another class and was suspended from school for two weeks, almost expelled. When I returned to class, I found a diary in my desk drawer, filled with deep longing for me, but it wasn't signed. I knew without a doubt it was hers. I thought, "Screw it, if it's offered to me, I'll take it." We started passing notes. The two students in the middle seats, the bookish type, became our messenger. When get out of class ended, I called them to the back playground. They didn't dare go out at the same time; one went out first, and the other followed a little later. Once we got to the playground, I started kissing her. Women are strange; she resisted fiercely at first, but as soon as I kissed her, she immediately stopped resisting and let me kiss her obediently. Then I touched her breasts. At first, she resisted fiercely, but when my hand slipped inside her clothes and touched them, she immediately stopped resisting and let me touch her obediently. It was so exhilarating at the time. Her white, tender breasts and sweet lips—I could touch them however I wanted. She would close her eyes and respond to me. I was like a beast, ravaging her at will, kissing her, biting her. She sat obediently on my lap, letting me do as I pleased. When we went back to the classroom, one went back first, and the other followed a little later. Thinking about it now, it was still quite wonderful.
Every day after that, during breaks between classes or after evening self-study, I would play with her for a while on the school's back playground before going home, and she was always very compliant. At the time, I don't know why, but I wasn't really interested in her lower body; what attracted me most were her breasts. I tried to touch her genitals like I saw in porn, but it didn't feel like anything, so I stopped. We did this for about three months, and the whole class didn't know we were dating except for the two bookworms who passed us notes. Later, when I got tired of it, I found an excuse to break up with her. Then, a little thug hooked up with her. I was pretty close to that thug, and he vividly described how he played with her and slept with her, which made me regret it immediately—regret that I hadn't slept with her back then.
[The End]

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