I miss my first love

My first love with Yi was very innocent, and we were so young, too young to withstand any flaws. After that final step was taken,
our feelings for each other became like playing house as children—like two complete strangers. During the summer between my junior and senior years of high school, according to
the usual practice at my prestigious high school, summer vacation was practically nonexistent, all for the sake of the upcoming senior year and
the pressure the school faced regarding its "top university admission rate. "
Normally, Yi and I should have had more time together, made love, and enjoyed our innocent romance. But because of this damned summer
arrangement, our time was suddenly taken away. Even many opportunities to see each other on weekdays and weekends were ruthlessly reduced. If a newlywed couple
is forced to endure the pain of being separated after only a short time of marriage, what is the most likely outcome? I believe it will be increased longing and escalating arguments on
the phone .
But I was only 17 then, very naive, and knew nothing about managing a relationship. Soon, Yi and I grew somewhat distant. At this time,
the mature and charming Miao appeared in my life.
Let me introduce Miao first. She was in the same grade as me, but because of the change in her class between arts and sciences in the senior year, she came to my class. She was a girl
who did things her own way , which seemed so out of place in this prestigious high school full of well-behaved girls like Yi. Objectively speaking, she wasn't a
girl with particularly delicate features, but her outstanding taste in clothing and matching skills made the other girls in the school, who were also wearing school uniforms, pale in comparison. What was
even more special about her was that, beneath such a self-willed exterior and amidst a generally negative reputation, she loved to write her own words, which were delicate and graceful, and this
fascinated me deeply.
Because Miao became my classmate, and coincidentally, she had seen some of my writings online, she paid special attention to me. In fact, you could say that
at the time, she wanted to catch me, to set a trap for me, and I fell for it. After reading my article, Miao called
me on a night when she was feeling extremely down. We talked like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, about writing, literature, and the frustrations of the stressful senior year of high school.
I only told Yi about the conversation, and it was through that phone call that my relationship with Yi crumbled instantly. It was so fragile, and I felt incredibly
painful.
Miao suddenly became the reason for the end of my relationship. After she found out, she contacted me to understand what had happened. From that time on,
we often talked on the phone around midnight because the heavy workload of senior year often kept us busy until 11 p.m., after which there was emptiness and intense loneliness. And
for some reason, I would habitually pick up the phone to hear Miao's voice, to hear her calm and composed attitude towards life. Just like that, less than a month after my
breakup , I got together with Miao.
It was simple: every day after school and every weekend, Miao and I would go to restaurants, bubble tea shops, movie theaters, and cheap clothing
wholesale markets . Unlike my first love, this kind of romantic relationship felt novel to me. Before, it was just about staying home watching TV, drinking beverages, eating,
making love , and then going home. Now there were more lively places to go, where I could see different people from all walks of life and have different life experiences.
For me, with the sudden increase in pressure during my senior year of high school, it was a very successful way to relieve stress.
My first kiss with Miao happened very naturally, and I was as awkward as a child in front of her. At that time, I was really naive,
not thinking about what it meant at all, just simply enjoying Miao's excellent French kissing skills. I was even foolishly thinking that
it would be so wonderful if I could save my first kiss for Miao. However, we kissed for at least half an hour, our lips almost touching, until both of our mouths were covered with
saliva .
Naturally, slowly, I also began to touch and squeeze Miao's breasts through her thick autumn clothes. Miao didn't seem uncomfortable or try to avoid it; she even
responded to my touch by gently twisting her body to show her pleasure. I also increased the pressure of my fingers, focusing on caressing Miao's breasts. I could clearly feel Miao's
tongue, which had been moving in my mouth, slow down, and she intentionally thrust her chest forward, feeling my stimulation of her breasts more intensely.
Just as I thought I could take it a step further and slip my hand inside Miao's clothes, she politely stopped me with her hand. Her excuse was, "Not now." This was
a very frustrating statement, because it meant "it's okay sometime in the future, but not right now." And when that "right time" would be, there was no
hope at all, leaving me feeling quite lost.
But a few days later, even somewhat surprisingly, Miao allowed me to take things further.
I remember that night Miao was wearing a thin red sweater, a very bright and even red, over which was one of those uniform school jackets worn throughout the city.
After we sat down on the grass in the park and kissed passionately, I naturally unbuttoned her jacket, and that red sweater instantly made my
head spin. I had never imagined that Miao's breasts were so full; I estimated that at 18, she was at least a C-cup, and I was instantly captivated.
I supported her waist with my right hand, while my left hand caressed her right breast. Miao's breathing became rapid, and her body trembled slightly.
Suddenly, Miao reached out and grabbed my hand, which was frantically kneading her right breast, guiding me to slip my hand under the hem of her sweater, slowly moving upwards, and then pressing my
palm onto her breast. I was slightly startled, but my mind was racing, and I didn't care about anything else, forcefully grabbing Miao's breast and kneading it
. Miao seemed to like my rough and crude stimulation, even letting out a soft gurgling sound from her throat. To be honest,
the feel of my palm on the bra covered with small beads and rhinestones was really unpleasant, extremely rough. However, it was late autumn, and the temperature was low. Although there was a bra between us
, I could directly feel the woman's body temperature and that gentle breath, which made me very excited. My penis was already engorged and
erect, standing proudly.
Even more blissful was Miao's next move, which made my penis swell even more, almost to the point of bursting.
Miao reached near her bra again, grabbed my hand, pushed her bra open slightly, and pressed my hand directly onto her breast. The warmth and fragrance of her body
instantly traveled from my hand to my brain, and I almost lost my mind. I greedily moved my fingers, pressing Miao's already taut and hard nipples with my index finger, sometimes pressing hard,
sometimes scratching with my nail. The gurgling sounds coming from Miao's throat had become very obvious, even a bit like moaning. I knew this was the way Miao
liked , so I pulled Miao into my arms, hugged her from behind, covered her chest with my coat, and then used both hands
to push her bra up forcefully (it was very strenuous). Although both hands were stimulating her nipples and the entire breast area at the same time, Miao was already leaning weakly against my chest, her head lowered to the side.
Her eyes were glazed, and she made clear but low sounds.
"Mmm...uh...mmm...uh...uh..."
I don't know where the wicked thought came from, but I suddenly stopped stimulating her nipples with my hands and stopped moving. Miao slowly opened her eyes, her eyes revealing a mixture of desire and
reproach , and then guided my hands to squeeze and touch her breasts. Of course, I didn't stop for long, but squeezed and touched her breasts even more vigorously. I even went deeper with my tongue,
kissing Miao's ear canal from the side, and then swirling my wet tongue around her ear. Miao was clearly stimulated more deeply, and her voice rose, and I
could clearly hear it as a satisfied moan.
Just as I was feeling very proud of having given Miao sexual pleasure, Miao suddenly pressed down on my fully erect, hot, and hard penis that was pressing against her back.
Although it was through her pants, Miao's skillful and moderate pressure made me even more excited. Such a breakthrough in just one night,
with Miao even starting to actively caress my penis, I was overcome with lust and pushed Miao down onto the grass, then pressed myself against her without a word.
What happened next was incredibly disappointing. Miao struggled violently, as if startled, and pushed me away. For a moment, I was also confused by her actions and didn't know
what to do. Miao quickly straightened her underwear and coat, then put her arms around my neck and comforted me, "Some things aren't worth it if they're too easy to get." I still admire Miao
to this day ; at such a young age, she was able to navigate so many situations so skillfully, handling everything so that she wasn't implicated or hurt in any way. After hearing those
words, my engorged penis softened, and my mind gradually cleared.
More than three months passed like this, and there was almost no new progress on our dates. It was still just reaching inside Miao's bra to directly caress her
breasts, while Miao only caressed my enormous genitals through my pants.
At that time, the school started requiring senior high school students to stay at school for evening self-study, which reduced the time Miao and I had to date on weekdays. We often
used evening study sessions as an excuse to go to the restroom and secretly met up in the garden near the school library. Because the teachers were very strict, it felt like
a secret affair, quite exciting. Most importantly, dating in the school garden was much better than in a regular park or on a beach, because no one would
bother us , and we wouldn't run into other couples as passionate as we were.
I remember it was Christmas Day. Each class had prepared about two hours of cultural activities, and the teachers, unusually, let us have our fun for two periods.
After the activities, everyone was happy, and even during evening study, we were unusually energetic, and the teachers were at ease. Miao and I secretly slipped into
the garden, hand in hand, and immediately embraced tightly, kissing passionately. There were three small stone tables in the garden, each with stone benches on all four sides. I
kissed Miao, leading her to the deepest stone table where we sat down and continued our deep kiss.
I expertly slipped my hand inside Miao's bra, caressing her large breasts, which were at least a C-cup. Unexpectedly, before I'd even done much, Miao quickly came over and
started touching my penis through her pants. This direct approach prompted me to reciprocate, stimulating her breasts in her favorite way, eliciting soft moans from her. Suddenly, she
whispered gently in my ear, "Want to see them?" I nodded eagerly. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and then
flipped up the shirt under her school uniform jacket, revealing the pair of alluring breasts I'd been dreaming of.
The moonlight softly bathed the small garden; though not as bright as daytime, it was still perfectly visible.
Unlike Yi's bell-shaped, developing breasts, Miao's mature body made her breasts full and elastic, very pleasant to the touch. The areolas were also pink, but a deeper shade than Yi's
delicate areolas, yet this didn't diminish their sensual stimulation. Without Miao's permission, I
pressed my already moist lips against her left nipple. Miao's body visibly trembled, then tilted her head back slightly and closed her eyes. I knew this was her
preferred method, so I added my soft tongue, working in tandem with my lips to rub her nipples.
Miao anxiously reached for my crotch, but after a few touches, she seemed unsatisfied. She awkwardly pulled down the zipper of my outer pants and
began stroking my hot, erect penis through my underwear. Naturally, I wasn't satisfied. I slightly tugged at the edge of my underwear, and my freed penis sprang out,
standing proudly erect. Miao didn't seem so inexperienced; she continued to press and gently squeeze my penis with appropriate pressure,
stimulating it in what she considered the right way. To be honest, Miao's technique was indeed much better than Yi's. Even though Yi had many experiences with intercourse with me, she still
seemed so lacking in talent and skill when it came to stimulating my penis with her hand.
Just then, I had a sudden inspiration. I picked Miao up and placed her on the stone table, then stood up and kissed her nipples. She was able to easily reach out and
stroke my penis. In this intensely sensual atmosphere, I tried placing my right hand on Miao's thigh and caressing it, intentionally or unintentionally
stimulating her groin. After several attempts, I found that Miao didn't resist at all; in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. So I boldly used two fingers to stimulate
Miao's genitals, and even through her not-so-thick pants, I could clearly feel a warm, wet sensation. It must be a flood, I thought,
feeling excited.
Later, Miao was almost lying on the stone table. I stood beside her, bent down and kissed her open breasts, stimulating her
private parts through her pants with one hand; while she continued to play with my hot penis. Miao asked me with hazy eyes, "Will you always be good to me?" I replied, "Yes, yes."
She seemed to become more resolute after receiving a positive answer, and took my hand, which had been caressing her genitals through her pants, and directly slipped it inside her pants.
First, I touched the cotton texture of her underwear, and then I entered it. I encountered a thick but very soft patch of pubic hair. I circled
it , and then, guided by Miao's hand, I placed them directly on her warm, moist vulva. The sensation was wonderful; the dry pubic hair transitioned
into a wet, tender area, and it felt somewhat erotic. Fortunately, I had many experiences making love with Yi before,
so I wasn't unfamiliar with a woman's genitals and had some basic skills. I started rubbing Miao's labia with two fingers. Miao's body reacted very quickly. Under my finger
stimulation, she lay completely back on the stone table, spreading her legs as wide as possible, twisting her waist to meet my stimulation of her genitals. She also skillfully
grasped my erect penis and stroked it up and down.
Based on my "theoretical experience," I located the approximate position of Miao's clitoris above the vaginal opening. There were no shortcuts; it was all about exploring and
stimulating that area to find Miao's most pleasurable spot. After a little exploration, I roughly found the location, and with intense stimulation of the clitoral area, I felt...
Miao's vaginal opening became even wetter, and she even lifted her buttocks slightly. This pleasurable display made me even more impatient, and I hurriedly began to unzip her pants.
This is something I still regret to this day: Miao refused my offer to penetrate her at that moment. It's the same old saying, "Some things that are too
easily obtained are not worth it." But at that moment, I was incredibly excited, and at my insistence, Miao half-heartedly helped me ejaculate with her hand.
At the moment I ejaculated, Miao couldn't dodge in time, and some of it got on her sleeve. She even went to the restroom to clean it up after returning to the teaching building. After that, Miao
basically gave me a handjob every time we met. For a while, it was especially frequent, making my back ache. But Miao still refused to let me
penetrate her
. Another particularly exciting time was when the school gave us study breaks near the mock exams. During these times, many students would go to
the city's large public libraries to study and review, and Miao and I often took this opportunity to date. That noon, we were playing by an artificial lake next to the library.
When the mood struck, we sat down on the grass by the lake and started caressing each other's genitals. I was wearing a coat, and inside it, my hand kept stroking Miao
's clitoris, even inserting a knuckle into her vagina and stirring it around, but I never felt anything like touching her hymen. Miao's hand was equally uninhibited,
directly grasping my penis and quickly stroking it. As a result, I couldn't help but ejaculate, soaking her coat. When my fingers reluctantly left her
vagina, although there was a slightly fishy smell, it felt quite good. Especially the first knuckles of my middle and index fingers, which were wrinkled from Miao's vaginal fluid.
I often teased her about this experience, haha.
Later, near the college entrance exam, Miao suddenly fell ill with a very strange lung disease, preventing her from taking the exam. During her hospitalization, I
withstood the pressure from her homeroom teacher and the grade head, often skipping classes to visit Miao in the hospital, encouraging her and hoping she would recover soon. I truly loved her then, because
I believed that our love would be even stronger after going through this ordeal with illness.
Unfortunately, I guessed the process but not the ending. After I successfully finished my college entrance exams and got into a good key university and my favorite major, Miao cut off
all contact with me. For a while, I was truly desperate about love because of Miao's departure.
Only in recent years, through some friends, did I learn some things that made me feel incredibly stupid.
1. Miao had very high standards. In her senior year of high school, she told her friends that I was the only boy in the entire school she was interested in, so I easily became
her love puppet.
2. Miao's family wasn't wealthy, and she was attracted to my extravagant spending. While we were together, she used all my money. Later, she felt I didn't have enough money,
so she broke up with me.
3. Miao sold her virginity to someone else, before we started dating, which is why she always refused my advances, afraid I would discover she wasn't
a virgin.
4. After we broke up, Miao quickly became the kept woman of a second-generation entrepreneur, even getting him to divorce his wife to be with her.
At the end of my innocent high school years, I met such a realistic woman, which I feel somewhat regretful about. However, throughout our time together, I felt
happy and at peace. Although we didn't ultimately reach the point of penile penetration, I still felt that in many moments, I completely possessed
this woman. I remember about a year after we separated, Miao took the initiative to contact me on QQ and sincerely
apologized for leaving me after the college entrance exam. But I no longer felt any sense of guilt towards her. Everyone has their own way of life and can choose freely.
A few years ago, that second-generation entrepreneur married Miao. I saw their wedding photos, and I thought they were a perfect match. I know Miao is a
woman who would make a great wife, and with her methods, she wouldn't let her husband give her up; she always has that charm that captivates men. I sincerely wish
her life, and I will, as promised, reserve a small corner for her in my heart.
But this was far from the end. In the next ten months or so, our relationship progressed further.
[The End]

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