The Journey of a Virgin

Let me start by talking about my first time masturbating. It's a bit embarrassing to talk about, but since every man has done it, thinking about it makes me feel less hesitant. My first sexual urge came when I was looking at a fashion magazine. I can't remember the name of the magazine because it's been so long, but I know it was a domestic brand. It mainly contained photos of models and interviews. I don't know who bought the magazine; it was just sitting at my house, so I took it out to look. When I got to the pages with completely exposed pictures, I couldn't resist unzipping my pants and taking out my penis to rub against the magazine (it's a bit silly, but please don't criticize me). At first, I felt very hard, but being naive, all I knew was to rub it repeatedly on the magazine poster (I really didn't know how to masturbate back then). After rubbing it repeatedly, nothing happened, so I stopped. The magazine was just slightly wet, with a clear, crystalline liquid (because I didn't know how to ejaculate back then, it was probably just a little pre-ejaculate). Honestly, my first attempt at masturbation ended in failure. It took me a long time to realize that a penis only "runs a snot" after repeated up-and-down thrusting to strongly stimulate the glans. I was so naive back then! I didn't even know how to try it; I only discovered the truth by accident. Sigh!

Next, let me tell you about the little naughty thing I did to a girl for the first time (I didn't know why I did it then, maybe just out of curiosity. Looking back now, I was inexplicably naughty). I untied the knot at the back of the tank top a girl wore at the time and pulled the whole tank top out. It was that simple. Girls wearing light-colored clothes were unlucky because their nipples would be exposed even through their clothes. Although I didn't think about it that way at the time, I still saw it. Looking back now, it was really a lewd thing to do, but it was a common prank that boys played back then. We would tease the girl until she cried before apologizing and trying to cheer her up. Now I think those days are gone forever.

Finally, it's time to introduce my story with my first girl. Her name was Ying, but I won't say her full name. She was my high school classmate and deskmate. The reason we were together was quite funny. During class, she got her period, and since she was wearing white pants that day, her crotch was covered in blood. It was incredibly embarrassing. Of course, only I saw it at the time, so I cleverly took off my shirt and covered her legs. I stayed with her in the classroom until everyone left after school. In the end, I asked her to wrap the shirt around her waist to cover the bloodstains. I don't remember her saying a word; she did it without me saying a word, like a child. Maybe that's when I started to like her (to be honest, she's really pretty). I never wore that shirt again; she forcibly kept it for herself. After her period saga, she became much more open around me (she used to be quite reserved...), even sharing everything with me. We naturally became close. Back then, whenever we were together, she would take my hand or kiss me, while I, being rather awkward and reserved, only went along with her and almost never initiated anything. At that time, my understanding of relationships was still hazy; sometimes I couldn't distinguish between friendship and love (or perhaps I was too focused on absolute love and friendship, not wanting to confuse the two). While I thought our relationship was just buddy-buddy, she treated me as her only one. Plus, at the time, to get into a good university, I deliberately avoided any ambiguous feelings between us. But I truly had feelings for her back then; I just couldn't quite define them. Looking back, she was quite important to me during my youth, at least she was the first person to tell me she loved me (or rather, the first person who loved me). Things went according to plan; I got into a good university, and we broke up amicably. We're still good friends, sometimes hanging out for drinks and shopping. I'm so glad I didn't do anything drastic to hurt her back then; at least I treated her fairly, otherwise we might not even be able to stay friends.

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