I was young and ignorant.

My name is Wan, I'm 29, and I work as a clerk in a large private company. As for my appearance, my figure has changed a bit. My job is comfortable, and my husband treats me well, so I've gained weight around my waist, and I've started to pay attention to it. My hips aren't anything special, but I can manage to make them look perkier with some effort. As for my breasts, which men always casually mention but love to look at, I've started wearing D-cups now, thanks to pregnancy. Finally, let's talk about my face, which is what men notice first. Well, I was considered the prettiest girl in my class in high school, and I haven't changed much, except for the dark circles under my eyes from taking care of my daughter. I still have short hair. I haven't changed, I really haven't changed. Nothing has changed for me. I can still think of you, and I still don't regret my love for you.

His name is Hao.

We met in our second year of high school. The school divided students into classes based on three core subjects (math, Chinese, English) plus three categories of humanities subjects (history, geography, politics) and three categories of science subjects (physics, chemistry, biology), which were chosen freely. But it was really a matter of being chosen. That's how I ended up in the biology and chemistry class. That's how we met.

He transferred from the honors class to the biochemistry class because the school focused on developing students in physics and chemistry. Back then, students in physics and chemistry could choose any university in the country. Those students still don't understand the point. Our high school was the worst in the city. Having a wide range of choices was pointless without the ability to succeed. It was better to choose what you were comfortable with, just like choosing a man—you have to be comfortable with him. Otherwise, you'd be discarded after using him. But I didn't regret it.

Our school was located in a corner of the city that hadn't been valued much. The only good thing was the beautiful environment and few industries, providing students with the best learning environment. Heh, I laughed. Besides starting a deeply memorable romance, another major event in my high school memories was

the music hall at our school—a kind of image project, quite nice. The school even organized a band, and the band conductor was the school beauty. I vaguely remember her name was Rong, from the next class. In the summer before summer vacation in my second year of high school, we were all bored during the tedious evening self-study sessions. Suddenly, I saw the principal walking by, cursing and swearing, followed by two people. One was a senior high school boy, supposedly the school heartthrob, but I think my Hao is better looking, well, at least he's good-looking in a way that grows on you, haha. The last girl following behind was Rong, her head down and tears streaming down her face. In the blink of an eye, they went into the principal's office. Half a month later, the matter came to a conclusion. It turned out Rong liked this boy and had the key to the concert hall. That night, they had arranged to make love in the dressing room. Coincidentally, the principal was bored that night and came to patrol. He needed to urinate, so he relieved himself in a corner outside the concert hall. He heard noises inside, opened the door, and, following the sound, caught the two in the act. In the end, Rong was expelled, while the boy's family had some influence in the area and managed to get away with a disciplinary action. At the same time, the principal left a bad impression on us, because his local dialect sounded like a dog barking when he cursed. Thinking about it now, it's so realistic. Later, I heard that Rong worked at a landmark five-star hotel in the city, earning 2000 yuan a night.

Afterwards, the principal held a school-wide assembly under the pretext of prohibiting early romantic relationships. Although he didn't name names, it was probably to save face for the boys, since the girls had already been expelled. The assembly didn't stop the passionate young men and women in the monotonous school life. Hao and I gradually began our so-called secret relationship.

Hao was quite tall and sat in a middle seat by the window in the classroom. I sat behind him, and with the window seat as a convenient location, we often passed notes. I don't know if everyone passed notes back then, or what they wrote on them. Thinking back, the notes we passed were quite explicit and violent. I remember one that said, "I'm so bored, my dick is so hard, I'm going to tie you to a chair, make you into an M shape, and play with you to my heart's content, making you wish you were dead." We hadn't yet had any physical contact, but my broad-mindedness led me to immerse myself in our word games. Although many of his ideas later came true, that's another story.

Because Hao transferred from the honors class, he had considerable academic ability. He got first place in the class in the first mock exam and was a key candidate for undergraduate studies. Hao started puberty in his second year of high school, growing from 169 cm to 179 cm in college. Hao and I often joked that if he didn't grow that tall, we wouldn't be a good match when we had sex. Looking back, I was so cute.

Hao gained the teachers' favor and served as a class representative for several subjects, the most useful being the chemistry class representative because he got the key to the lab. This was where we had our secret trysts in high school. I remember the first time Hao passed me a note saying, "Let's go to the lab after class tonight and I'll give you a good time," and I agreed without hesitation. This marked the beginning of our formal physical contact. "Physical contact" really just meant touching; we weren't too bold about anything more, given past experiences, and we only had about two hours between dinner and evening self-study. But things progressed faster later, and we became bolder.

Back then, high school didn't have cell phones. Hao passed me a note saying, "After dinner, wait for me at 6 PM in the restroom on the second floor of the lab building. If you hear three knocks on the door, come to the lab. The door will be open. I'll be waiting for you inside." My deskmate and I finished dinner and headed back to the dorm. When we passed the lab building, I checked my watch and it was already 5:45. I felt a strange excitement. "My stomach hurts, I need to use the restroom. You go back to the dorm first." My deskmate, a bookworm, looked at me and said, "Go to the dorm, we'll be there soon." "I can't hold it anymore, you go back first, I'll go to the lab building's restroom." My deskmate was quite concerned about me. "Did you bring toilet paper?" I checked the time and there were still 10 minutes left. I started jogging and turned back to her, "Yes, I did. You go back first, and bring me a cup of hot water to the classroom later." I rushed into the lab building. I glanced back at the building entrance and saw that my deskmate had already walked far away, so I breathed a sigh of relief. I went up to the second floor with practiced ease and saw the restroom next to the lab. I quickly slipped inside, and to make sure I could hear Hao's signal, I deliberately chose a stall close to the door.

Our school's lab building was newly built. The entire building was grid-shaped and had three floors. Usually, not many people came in. People like me would just use it for convenience. We didn't usually come here for classes. We only used it a few times when we were doing an experiment or when teachers from other schools came to observe. Standing in the stall, I started to feel nervous. I wondered what Hao would do to me later. The notes we passed were very provocative. Sometimes, while we were chatting, I would get wet down there. After class, I would rush to the restroom and wipe myself clean with toilet paper. Sometimes, it was so wet that even a piece of toilet paper could see through, leaving my hands covered in slippery, sticky liquid. Hao mingled well with his classmates, and many of the lower-achieving students sat next to him during exams. He always warned them not to cheat too much, because if the teacher caught them, it wouldn't be so easy to get their seats back. His friends listened to him; a passing grade was a minimum of 100 points, and they all aimed to score around 100. Because of this relationship, his friends would occasionally take Hao out. At first, I thought it was just playing video games or something, but later I heard they went to see porn. No wonder Hao knew so much. He looked quite refined with his glasses, but he was incredibly daring. Anyway, I quite liked it. It's normal for men to look at this kind of stuff, especially during puberty.

"Knock knock knock," I knew it was Hao's signal. I checked my watch; it was exactly 6 o'clock. I pushed open the bathroom door, turned a corner, and arrived at the lab door. I gently pushed the door open, turned around, and locked it. A large hand covered my chest. I knew it was Hao, but being touched by another man for the first time was still uncomfortable and nerve-wracking. I pushed his hand away forcefully. "Hey, why are you so horny?" Hao whispered in my ear. "I'm not excited, I thought you weren't coming." I turned to look at him. The lab curtains were drawn, and only the light filtering through the wall illuminated the room. Hao was quite handsome, huh? I thought to myself, not knowing what to say. Hao's lips pressed against mine. My first kiss—I was willing to give it to you, but I really didn't know how to kiss, so I just pursed my lips and let him kiss me freely. Hao's tongue broke through my lips and licked my teeth. I was so nervous that my mind went blank, and I let Hao lick my lips. Looking back now, I was indeed quite naive. Step by step, Hao has shaped me into who I am now. "You should take the initiative too. Open your mouth wider and lick me with your tongue." My long-term nervousness left Hao at a loss. I tried to open my mouth, but my tongue was still shyly hiding behind. Hao seized the opportunity and went in, starting to search for my tongue. I was a little scared and dodged left and right, but Hao didn't let up and kept watching. Gradually, I was influenced by Hao's emotions and started to tentatively lick with my tongue. Hao sensed it and immediately took it in his mouth. I could clearly feel Hao's breath, so rapid and energetic. I closed my eyes and slowly intertwined with Hao. Hao became more and more passionate, and I responded to him fervently. Suddenly, Hao hugged me tightly, and we kissed so passionately that we were breathless. Hao held me tighter and tighter. "Slow down, I'm suffocating," I pushed him away. Hao released me, licked his lips, and said, "So exciting, such a comfortable kiss." I nodded in response. "Let's go to the room inside." I looked in the direction he pointed. It was the laboratory's equipment room, completely dark. Hao took my hand and led me inside. We walked into the equipment room, and the smell of chemicals mixed with a hint of mildew instantly sobered me up. "What are we going in for? It's so dark in there." "Come on, let me give you even more pleasure," Hao said, smiling at me. After our passionate kiss, I was still quite excited. I hadn't realized kissing could be so pleasurable. I could feel myself getting wet down there, and waves of heat were blowing against my inner thighs. I could also feel Hao's passion; his hard penis was rubbing against me as he held me tightly. I had already given him my first kiss, and I was looking forward to more stimulation, but at the same time, I was also afraid and worried. Hao seemed to read my mind. "Don't worry, no one will come here. It's the innermost room, so it's soundproof. The key is that that bastard principal won't pee outside unless he can fly and pee at the same time." Hao's words dispelled all my worries, and his vivid metaphor made me laugh. I let him lead me into the dark equipment room, and as I turned to close the door, I heard the crisp sound of it locking. I opened my eyes wide but couldn't see Hao's face. Hao had already impatiently kissed me, and a force pushed me against the wall. In the darkness, my courage seemed to expand infinitely, just like the boundless darkness itself. I passionately returned Hao's kiss, our tongues intertwining like lovers making love. Hao's hands began to explore my stomach little by little. I wrapped my arms around Hao's neck, indicating that he should... Explore. Hao's nimble fingers crept up my clothes, tickling me and making me move involuntarily, like tiny electric currents numbing my brain. Hao slowly caressed my breasts. At that time, I was developing well; I had already started wearing C-cup bras in my second year of high school. Hao touched my bra like that. To be honest, there was no sensory stimulation, just a feeling of pressure that made my breasts deform from side to side. But since it was the first time I had been touched so deeply, I still enjoyed it. The feeling of oxygen deprivation from the kiss made me slowly become confused.

Hao's hands kept kneading my breasts. My breathing became more and more rapid. Several times I tried to break free from Hao's sealed mouth, but each time it was sealed again after only a few seconds. Our tongues kept swirling in our mouths, swallowing each other's saliva. Hao slowly reached behind me to undo my bra. At that moment, I had one last thought: we could kiss, even through clothes, at least through the last layer of protection, but undoing it still terrified me. I suddenly opened my eyes and stared at Hao. Although I couldn't see anything, I felt much more awake. I twisted my body, trying to... I tried to dodge Hao's hands, but it was all in vain. Hao pressed me firmly against the wall, frantically searching for the bra clasp. After all, it was our first time at that time. Although Hao had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, his practical skills still needed practice. In a split second, I managed to break free from Hao's kiss. "Don't do this, I'm scared. As long as it's through the clothes, you can do whatever you want, okay?" Hao was panting heavily. After a moment, he slowly withdrew his hands from my waist. "Alright, let's touch through the clothes. Don't dodge, I'll be gentle." Before I could say anything, Hao sealed my mouth again. Hao's hands around my waist slowly rubbed against my back, the ticklish and tingling sensation making me unconsciously squirm. Hao kept his word, and his kisses were gentle, slowly drawing me into a daze again. A tingling, itchy feeling spread down my back little by little. Before I knew it, Hao had grabbed my buttocks and pulled me up forcefully. I snuggled closer to him, and Hao slowly spread my buttocks apart and lifted them up. I could only slowly spread my legs and stand on tiptoe to cooperate with him. Suddenly, Hao's hand slipped through my buttocks and covered my already soaked vulva with his entire palm. I tried desperately to push Hao away again, but this time it was no use. "Didn't you say you could do whatever you wanted through my clothes? I'm not going to put it inside, don't worry, I'll just touch it from the outside," Hao said with a smile. "You promise you won't put it inside? Please don't break that." At the time, I always thought the hymen was very thin and would break easily. It was all because of the lack of emphasis on sex education in our country that I doubted myself for a long time afterward. It wasn't until Hao tore it that I realized how resilient the hymen was. "What broke it?" Hao asked mischievously. "It's that...that..." I was too embarrassed to say it. "Hymen, huh! Hahaha, isn't it?" "You know that, why are you asking? Be gentle, I want to give it to you, but not so soon, and it's just your fingers." Hao laughed happily, "Don't worry, the first time is worth commemorating, I'll arrange something very memorable for our first time." Hearing his comforting words, I silently rested my head on Hao's shoulder, letting him tease me with a relaxed heart. Hao also seized the opportunity to slowly rub my vulva with his palm, "You're all wet down there, hahaha, your panties are even cool." I tried to stand on tiptoe, tightly hugging Hao's neck, and gently whispered a soft "Mmm" into his ear. "Then let it get even wetter, hehe." Hao seemed to have found a new path, and began to directly stimulate my vulva. After a while, he rubbed it with his whole palm, the heat from his palm baking my vulva, and I could feel the heat rising up from below. Then he used both hands to pry open my most private slit from both sides through my buttocks, then closed it again. This repeated teasing left me completely overwhelmed, my only desire being for more stimulation from Hao. Suddenly, I felt an emptiness inside, a longing to find something to fill it. I slowly began to hope that Hao would put his finger inside, even just for a moment, and my lower body grew increasingly wet. I no longer cared about the fatigue from standing on tiptoe for so long; I wished I could stand even higher so Hao could touch that indescribable, inexplicable spot of release. Just as Hao's finger slid across that spot that gave me an electric shock, I hugged Hao tightly, my whole body tense, using the last of my strength to whisper in his ear, "That's it, it feels so good." "Where? Is it here? Or here?" Sigh, theory without practice is deadly. Hao was still searching for the spot I mentioned. Finally, Hao's fingers, after some trial and error, found their mark. "Is it here? This raised spot?" I was too weak to answer, so I just nodded slightly. Hao immediately found the right technique to massage that spot, and just as I felt something about to come out, a crisp ringing sound rang out.

"Oh no, evening self-study has started." I opened my dazed eyes and looked at Hao. "Ah, so fast. Um... um... I..." I couldn't describe the sense of loss; I felt like I was suffocating. "You go first, I can go later." Hao pulled his hand away after saying that. "I didn't expect you to be so wet. This is your juices, you know. Looks like you'll be easy to train in the future." Hao continued to tease me. I suppressed my disappointment. "It's all your fault. Now my underwear is so wet and I don't even have time to change. I'll go first. You hurry up too, the homeroom teacher must be here by now." "Come on, give me another kiss." As he spoke, Hao hugged me and kissed me again. Suddenly, Hao put his finger in my mouth. "Come on, taste yourself. It's exciting, a little bit of a pungent smell." "No, I've been to the toilet." Although I didn't want to taste it, Hao had already put it in my mouth without saying anything. A faint pungent smell immediately filled my mouth. I wasn't disgusted at all, and I even couldn't help but lick Hao's finger with my tongue. "Hahaha, how was that? Exciting, right! Go on!" Hao happily withdrew his finger and gave me a hard slap on the butt.

[The End]

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