The story with my deskmate

Xiao Lang is thirty years old this year, married for three years, with a one-year-old child. Recently, he's been feeling sentimental and keeps thinking about his ex-girlfriends, so he's just writing this down as a reminiscence. He lost his first kiss when he was 12. Actually, he didn't know anything back then. He was a good student and his family was a bit rich, so he was popular with girls. He was particularly close to W. They were deskmates during afternoon naps at school and always slept on the floor together. W was quite developed then, probably with a B cup. One day during nap time, they hugged each other, and I touched her breasts. She kissed me back. I was totally confused. Neither of us had any technique; we just kept kissing like we saw in TV dramas. Later, during every afternoon nap, we would kiss each other while the other students were asleep. Eventually, we learned French kissing. In the end, because I went to a top middle school while she went to a small town school, and we didn't even have phones back then, we gradually lost contact. It wasn't until much later that I saw her once in town. She had already gotten married and had a child!
I lost my virginity at 16, which is a bit of a pity. In junior high, because it was a top-tier school with a great academic atmosphere, nobody dated. I didn't have my first serious relationship until my first year of high school. I was seated next to Q. Since my school was in another city, I lived on campus, while she lived near the school. She could often bring me breakfast, and we gradually started having lunch together, taking walks after class, and eventually, we became intimate. However, I didn't lose my virginity to Q. Q's parents were in Italy, so she went abroad after a year. Unfortunately, our relationship only went as far as holding hands and kissing. In my second year of high school, most of the more outgoing boys and girls in my class started dating. I liked X, who was the prettiest girl in the next class (and also the one I dated the longest). I wrote her many love letters, but X had a strict upbringing and... I lost because I couldn't date in high school and was constantly rejected. Back then, I was considered a popular figure in school—top-notch grades, good at soccer, and tall and thin. I had girls chasing after me. Later, I gave up on pursuing X and was pursued and won over by a girl named W. W was a 7 out of 10 in looks, with a B cup and a height of 160cm. Not long after we started dating, we went to an exchange event in another town, and that night we each lost our virginity. From then on, we would go for walks in the woods and the back hills every evening after self-study, and of course, we would be very intimate. W's parents worked in another city, and she lived with her sister. Because her sister was often away on business, I would go to her house every week to have sex. Sometimes, from Monday to Friday, if I wanted to, I would climb over the wall and go to her house to stay overnight. It was also the first time I received oral sex from a woman, and from then on, I fell in love with oral sex!
Back then, we were lucky; we almost never used condoms during sex, always ejaculating inside her or in her mouth. This actually made her figure increasingly voluptuous. I remember one time we were having sex when her uncle, who had been asked by her parents to deliver something to her, suddenly appeared. I hid in the closet for ages, terrified. So we changed locations, mostly having sex outdoors. I dated W for two years, then gradually lost contact after high school graduation. There was a little incident about four years ago when I went back to my hometown for a class reunion, and we slept together again that night. We chatted on and off on WeChat for a while afterward. Recently, W got married and sent me several large red envelopes. She felt that it was impossible for her to just marry any man she liked, and I hope she's doing well!
[The End]

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