My first love

She was my classmate in high school. She was pretty good-looking, I'd guess a 7 out of 10 now. A couple of years ago, I saw her working as a model at various exhibitions, and compared to other car models, she was above average. She was 170cm tall, but unfortunately, her bust was only an A cup. Back in our first year of high school, she was my deskmate, and we got along quite well. Then one day during PE class, we were chatting under a tree by the basketball court, and after a few jokes, we realized we were mutually attracted and started dating. That was my first serious relationship. The feelings were very real. Back then, I often fantasized about going to university after high school, renting a small apartment near the school, and spending every day together. I remember both her house and ours weren't far from school, about a ten-minute walk. She always went home alone at noon, while I usually didn't. In the early days of our relationship, we wanted to be together all the time. So, we'd usually grab some snacks on the way home from school, then go to her house to chat and surf the internet until after 2 PM before heading back to school.

In the sweltering summer heat, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy and girl, alone in a room—this is perhaps the most desirable yet also the most elusive scenario for humanity. Just a month into our relationship, on her bed, after a deep kiss, I slipped my hand to her breast. The feeling of touching her breast for the first time was indescribable. Even a small breast would probably excite me for a week, let alone an A cup.

She said, "You have to take responsibility for me from now on." And I sincerely replied, "Okay." The moment I unzipped her school uniform was perhaps a turning point in my life, opening the door to a new world. Of course, at that time, it only went as far as the upper body. After all, I had no experience and didn't have any specific purpose from the beginning; I was just following my hormones step by step, so progress wasn't particularly fast.

It seemed like the next day, or maybe two or three days later, that we made love on her bed in her room. I remember the first time I took out my penis and touched her thigh, I almost couldn't take it anymore. It was her first time too, so neither of us had a great experience. I've long forgotten how it felt then, but it probably hurt. I only remember that when we walked back to school that afternoon, she was still telling me it hurt when we reached the school gate. Once the forbidden fruit is tasted, there's no stopping us. In our naive love back then, we didn't hold back or have any reservations. In the two years we were together, I probably unlocked about 60% of the scenarios I've experienced so far, and many of the crazy things I did are things I can't even imagine now.

At first, we went to the movies on weekends. There are those kinds of movie theaters around here, specifically for couples to be lovey-dovey. Each booth seats two people, and the partitions on both sides are quite high, so you can't see the people next to you. They show any movie, and they don't clear the theater after each show. It costs ten or twenty yuan per person to stay as long as you want. One time, it seemed like it was intentional. We were sitting in the last row, and she pulled up her skirt, took off her underwear, and I pulled her into my arms. The people in front of us were kissing, oblivious to everything else. We had sex right there in our seats, I think twice. I don't remember the details now, but I remember her skirt, I remember spending the whole afternoon in that movie theater, and I remember her telling me her "legs hurt" as soon as she saw me at school on Monday.

The most amazing place was a pile of ruins. It was around 9 or 10 pm, and we were walking and chatting in a nearby university. We walked to a certain spot, and she said, "I used to go to the elementary school affiliated with X University, I think it was right here." We wandered around for a while, but most of it had been demolished. We wandered around, and when we got tired, we sat down on the stone ruins by the playground. Young couples are always reluctant to be apart from each other, and if they can sit in one seat, they will definitely not sit in two. As we held each other, feelings naturally arose. I also remember that she wasn't wearing a skirt that day, and her jeans were so hard to take off. It was just a few months after the Edison Chen photo scandal broke, and I was genuinely terrified that someone in the surrounding apartment buildings might be secretly filming us from a window. While we were making love, I kept thinking: "What if our photos are posted online tomorrow?" (Actually, the nearest building was hundreds of meters away, and back then, phone cameras were only 1.3 megapixels, and you needed a really good phone to have that feature. You couldn't possibly film us. I didn't think about that much back then; I was just scared, but I couldn't resist.) Terrified, we finished quickly, and as soon as we were done, we pulled up our pants and ran.

The most thrilling time was during a PE class. Because of a schedule change, we had two consecutive PE classes once a week. Usually, everyone would be on the playground, and by the second period, girls or the more introverted boys would gradually return to the classroom. Since we were dating in high school, we couldn't be all lovey-dovey in front of so many people on the playground. So, we went back to the classroom during the first period and sat in the last row by the door, so that no one outside could see us. We kissed for about ten minutes, and I was so overcome with desire that she gave me oral sex in the classroom. (Actually, back then we both lived at home, and it wasn't convenient to live off-campus during high school, so we didn't have sex much, and she gave me oral sex even less often. I don't know how I even brought it up; I definitely wouldn't dare ask now, but she actually agreed.) But my technique wasn't great, and after a while, I didn't feel much. Class was about to end, and I was worried about my classmates coming back. So we ran downstairs to a classroom. There were classrooms for other grades downstairs, but they seemed to be taking exams elsewhere or on vacation. Anyway, both floors were empty, so we did it in the classroom. I pulled down her pants, had her lean against the wall, and I half-squatted before thrusting in. It took me a while to get in, and I didn't dare make a sound, afraid someone would walk by. I don't know why I didn't use some more normal positions; maybe I really didn't know. If I had her turn around and lean against the wall, sticking her butt out, it would have been much easier and more comfortable. Now that I think about it, having sex in a classroom during the day was probably 100 times more exciting than having sex at night in an empty ruin. However, perhaps because I did too many exciting things back then, I really lost interest in that area later. I probably experienced firsthand how restrictive it was to only pull down my pants halfway; the fear of being discovered made it impossible to experience any pleasure, only fear.

Another memorable incident was after we'd been together for over a year, we rarely did it anymore. At that time, there were usually people at both our homes, so there wasn't much opportunity. Then, before the college entrance exam, she applied to a local school for a flight attendant position and needed to go for a physical exam and interview. That school was incredibly far from the city center. So, I took the day off to accompany her. The bus ride took about an hour and a half, and we waited for her for another two hours. On the way back, we were both exhausted, sitting in the last row of the minibus. She leaned against my lap to rest, and suddenly said, "You look so tired today, let me treat you," then covered her head with her coat, pulled down my pants, and started giving me oral sex. Looking back, that was probably the last hurrah of that relationship.

Later, before the college entrance exam, we broke up. We were together for two years, which is a really long time for teenagers, and leaving was incredibly difficult. After the college entrance exam, our whole class treated our teacher to dinner. After dinner, we were planning to go to a karaoke bar. As we strolled along the way, our homeroom teacher said to me, "For the past two years, we've tried everything to break you two up, but you both persevered. Now that graduation is here and everyone can be wishing you well, you've broken up. It's a real shame."

[The End]

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