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First time sleeping with a girl 

Sleeping together is a tricky thing.
Why? A girl generally won't just sleep in the same bed or room as a boy. But
that's not always the case. When you're close friends, there are plenty of opportunities for boys and girls to sleep together. For example, a group of male and female classmates might be chatting late, and someone might be having trouble going home. Or a male friend might be visiting from out of town, and you might have nowhere else to go besides your place. In short, for various reasons, these girls who weren't particularly close to you might suddenly find themselves sleeping with you, haha!
So, the question arises: what happens when a boy and girl sleep in the same room or bed?
Some might say, "That's easy, just turn off the lights and pounce!" Pshaw! It's not that simple! Even with those external conditions, crossing that line between a boy and a girl involves many psychological and physiological issues.
Okay, let me tell you about myself. I've slept with girls at least five times, and nothing like that has happened. Of course, there have been plenty of times when things have gone wrong.
Let me clarify something first: these girls who share a room or bed with you aren't your girlfriends or lovers (if they were, you wouldn't even need to turn off the lights, just go for it!), but simply women of the opposite sex, with whom you have a close or distant relationship—maybe a female classmate, maybe a female colleague, or maybe you just met that day.
Hehe, sharing a bed.
Before I was 18, I basically didn't have the luck or ability to have a woman sleep in my room. The first time was with a female high school classmate from another city, who always treated me like a younger brother. Maybe she didn't even consider me a "man." That time she came to our county, she stayed at my place for the night.
I lived in the dormitory of my father's school. My father had been transferred to another key high school to tutor students for the college entrance exam. Although he had left the school, the building was still there to attract these excellent teachers back. Because I stayed in the local school, I lived alone in a two-section apartment. Everyone around me was my father's colleague, and I wasn't very familiar with any of them.
My classmate, who's like an older sister, came to visit all day. From morning till evening, she showed no sign of leaving, and I felt a strange excitement: it seemed she was going to stay.
I ran around busily, being very attentive. I fetched water, bought instant noodles, and even gritted my teeth and bought a bunch of random snacks that girls love.
In the evening, we played checkers, then chatted and listened to music. For some reason, neither of us mentioned where we'd be staying that night. Finally, it was very late, and everyone around us was asleep. We were both incredibly sleepy.
Then she asked, "Where am I going to sleep tonight?"
I pretended to be clueless, "Here."
Her eyes sharpened instantly, "Then where will you sleep?!"
I was a little embarrassed and joked, "With you!"
Unexpectedly, she firmly said, "No way!"
I could only say, "It doesn't matter, I'm fine with anything, I can even sleep on the table!" She pondered for a moment, glanced around the room, and her voice softened, "Won't that exhaust you? Don't you know anyone to squeeze in with?"
I said, "It's inconvenient, besides, it's so late, everyone else is already asleep." I felt a little wronged. We had chatted happily during the day, and even joked around quite intimately. I thought—thankfully, she didn't insist, and I could stay in the room. But after this twist, my naive and beautiful fantasies were shattered, my confidence was severely shaken, and I just wanted to get through the night without any intention of doing anything.
However, what happened next was beyond my expectations.
Actually, I had a crush on her back in school. She was a lively and cheerful girl, quite physically mature, and one of the few female classmates I'd ever been close to. She'd patted my cheek and grabbed my arm. I'd been curious about her full breasts. But neither of us ever developed romantic feelings for each other.
Even tonight, my excitement was mostly a vague, instinctive curiosity about the opposite sex.
At first, she said she wanted to wash her feet. She took off her shoes and socks, revealing her bare feet. I brought her a dirty basin, and she gasped, refusing to put her feet in, saying, "Oh my god, it's filthy! You usually use this?!"
I felt embarrassed and took the basin to the hallway to scrub it repeatedly. It was midnight, and everything was quiet, making the sounds particularly jarring. Then I heard her say, "Hey! Don't you have any other basins?" I realized what she meant and quickly offered her my washbasin. Watching her gently place her soft, plump feet into the tub, carefully massaging them as if they were precious treasures, I realized that everything about a girl is different from a boy's—delicate and precious. That strange feeling I had for the opposite sex resurfaced.
The thought of a girl doing what they usually do before bed in my room filled me with inexplicable excitement. Even if nothing happened, the experience itself felt incredibly rewarding. After washing her feet, she didn't use my towel, holding up her bare feet to air them while talking to me. We spoke softly in the dead of night, our voices low and quiet, creating a warm and sweet atmosphere. Although the room was brightly lit, I was completely immersed in that ambiguous world between us. She didn't say anything, but my crotch was hot and hard, which I tried my best not to let her notice.
She dried her feet, then suddenly cheered, stretched them into my blanket, smiled mischievously at me, and commanded, "Turn around, don't peek!"
My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered, "Is she going to be completely naked?"
A moment later, I realized she had only taken off her outer garment, not even her trousers. Even so, the way her light red bra covered her breasts was incredibly sexy, revealing the curves of her chest and waist, especially her delicate, petite shoulders, which surprised me by revealing another side of the girl.
She pulled the blanket over herself, carefully checking it to make sure it was clean before covering herself. Once she lay down, from my standing angle, her face revealed a different look than during the day, incredibly alluring. I realized for the first time that a woman lying down could make one want to commit a sin!
I can't quite explain how it gradually unfolded, but she wouldn't let me turn off the light. I read for a while, but I was incredibly sleepy. I tried to doze off at the table, but how could I possibly fall asleep? I paced back and forth several times, and she immediately opened her eyes. It seemed she hadn't fallen asleep either; I wondered if she was worried about me or for some other reason.
After a long pause, I finally said, "Sister, I can't sleep lying down." She made a soft "hmm" sound, and after a while, she voluntarily moved her body further into the bed. My heart lit up instantly; it was as if I saw a path leading to a place I had always dreamed of, a place carpeted with flowers, filled with fragrance and softness.
I carefully lay down in the spot she had given me, not daring to take off my clothes. Lying there stiffly, I was overwhelmed by boundless happiness. I was immersed in this fresh and moving feeling for a long time.
After a while, her muffled voice said, "Turn off the light, it's too bright for my eyes." I didn't dare reply, silently got up, and turned off the light. In the darkness, I walked step by step towards that incredibly beautiful place, my hard-won territory. I secretly thought, or rather, anticipated—something was bound to happen!
In the darkness, her fragrance wafted over; I could even smell the softness of her back. Time ticked by, and I remained as awake as the bright moon. I knew she wasn't asleep either.
The real turning point came when I accidentally touched her hair. She pulled her hair back from under my head and continued sleeping with her back to me. My hesitant hand quietly reached out and stroked her long hair, whispering,
"Sister, your hair is so beautiful, so soft, it feels so good to touch." To my surprise, she wasn't angry at all that I was playing with her hair. Instead, she said slowly, "Yes, everyone says my hair is—beautiful!" Her voice started off softly and sweetly, ending with a playful and proud tone, unlike her usual crisp and clear voice.
I immediately swallowed hard and became even bolder in playing with her hair, even touching her roots and forehead, then gently brushing her cheek along her hair.
She didn't say anything, and I suddenly became impatient. I lifted my upper body, brought my face close to her cheek, and tentatively said, "Give me a kiss."
She said, "What? No—no." She pushed my face away.
I was already a bit shameless, burying my face in her neck: "You smell so good." She twisted her shoulders, her resistance not very strong. Desire surged in that half-hearted resistance, and I felt harder and bigger than ever before. As if showing myself off, I pressed my lower abdomen against her.
Hardness went out, softness returned. Her waist was a hundred times more supple and alluring than I had imagined. I couldn't help but pull her back tightly into my arms, and instantly a feeling of fullness and bliss filled my entire heart. I finally knew what "ecstasy" meant!
She let out a soft "Ah," paused for a moment in my arms, then suddenly sat up: "This isn't okay!" I sat up too, pressed against her back, and whispered in her ear: "I won't touch you, just a hug."
She hesitated for a moment, then lay back down. Having reached an understanding with her, I confidently pulled her into my arms.
My hand roamed over her arm, then slid down, grasping her palm: "So cute, your hands, so small, so soft."
She let me play with her little hands. I heard her breathing gradually become uneven; actually, I deliberately kept my hard penis pressed tightly against her buttocks. She was wearing leggings, so I'm sure she could fully feel my heat and hardness.
Gradually, my hand first landed on her waist, gently stroking it, then quietly unhooked her bra, touching her bare abdomen. Her soft, rounded abs surprised me greatly. I exclaimed in astonishment, "You always look so thin here, I never expected you to have so much flesh."
She whispered, "Girls are all like this."
I said, "Really?" As I chatted with her, my hand slid higher and higher, reaching the edge of her bra. After lingering there for a while, my fingertips tentatively slipped under her bra. The boundary between her breasts was very clear, noticeably bulging compared to other areas. I felt like I had discovered a new continent, and I forced my entire palm inside, wanting to grasp its entire shape.
She covered her breasts with her hands, panting, "That's enough, please don't." Afraid of angering her, I hummed in agreement and strategically retreated, freely exploring her other unguarded areas: her abdomen, waist, back, delicate shoulders, and the most tender skin was the skin under her armpits, slightly wrinkled, full of a girl's hidden tenderness.
I pulled her into my arms, and grasped her seemingly full, yet actually petite, essence. My heart was filled with gratitude: she had shown me so many secrets of a girl's body! So I kissed her cheek tenderly.
This kiss, filled with respect and affection, I believe she sensed it and silently accepted my expression.
After several attempts, I didn't give up on her breasts. When I again covered her breasts with my hands through her bra, she didn't resist. I used both hands to knead and squeeze her breasts, and hearing her soft moans, I became even more frenzied. I lifted her up, my hands slipping under her armpits, kneading her breasts like dough, shaping them into countless forms. With a sudden burst of force, I heard her soft cry,
"It hurts!"—
I instantly felt like a mountain awakening, my entire body rising high, pressing down on her. This position, similar to missionary sex, excited me even more. My lips frantically kissed and bit her face. We both grew increasingly excited, her arms tightening around me, and our breathing became heavy. Ignoring everything else, I haphazardly pulled at her waistband. She suddenly woke up: "No! No!"
I stopped, looked at her, panting. She was panting too. We were both on the verge of exploding. When I pulled at her waistband again, she covered my palm with her hand, pleading, "Really, no, something bad will happen!" I said, "You won't get pregnant." She calmed down immediately and said, "How do you know?! No!" I could hear the determination in her voice. I had no choice but to lie down and say, "Then let me touch your breasts, it'll be okay, right?" She gave in: "Hmm."
I said matter-of-factly, "Untie it, it's in the way."
She said shyly, "You untie it!" She was a little mischievous again.
I struggled for a long time, unable to find a way, and frantically pulled. She chuckled but wouldn't help me. I finally found her back, but couldn't untie it, saying, "What's going on? It looks so complicated." She smiled gently, reached behind her, and it opened with a touch.
My admiration for her was almost divine: "Amazing!"
Amidst her giggles, I finally got to truly touch her bare breasts.
For the first time, I shared a bed with a girl, savoring her unique fragrance and sweetness, but nothing substantial happened. I later concluded: Ah, I wasn't ruthless enough. At the same time, I couldn't help feeling a sweet satisfaction: Not bad at all.
[The End]

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