The beauty of being one move behind

My first kiss with Yang Rui was on the rooftop of the main building at school. I remember it clearly. We were a little tired from studying in the library that night, so I suggested we go stargazing from the main building, and she happily agreed. The rooftop platform was deserted and unlit. The April breeze occasionally blew through her hair, making it sway gently as if beckoning to me. I took her hand. Was there any scenery more beautiful than her? Were there any stars brighter than her eyes? We didn't say anything at the time, and I knew we weren't there to see the stars. I held her close, gazed at her for a while, and then bravely kissed her. The first kiss felt magical. Her lips were soft and sweet. I didn't kiss her too forcefully, after all, it was our first time, and we didn't kiss too passionately. We kissed for a while and then parted, exchanging knowing smiles. Only then did I truly taste the sweetness of love. It was indescribable; only those who have experienced it with the girl they love can understand. I was happy because I truly loved Yang Rui, and I was lucky to be with the girl I loved.

In the throes of new love, I once wrote a poem for her:

"Willows brush against the breeze,

osmanthus blossoms fill the air with crimson,

petals dance and dazzle the eye,

falling softly into my heart."

This little ditty described my state of mind at the time, and I think it was quite evocative.

Our relationship deepened, and for the next month or so, we were inseparable. The sweet campus romance was irresistible, and after our physical intimacy, my love for Yang Rui only deepened, and I became even more interested in her body. My genitals were extremely engorged after our first kiss on the rooftop; I'm sure my penis was rock hard, but I didn't act rashly. I was afraid of scaring away the girl I admired. But when we were embracing, she must have felt my physical reaction.

During our second rooftop encounter, I not only kissed her but also touched her breasts. She didn't resist, readily allowing me to caress her large, easily cupped breasts. Her breasts weren't large or small; they fit perfectly in my hands. They seemed tailor-made for my hands. Her nipples weren't large, but they were adorable. I've touched many women's breasts, some very large and exaggerated, but those didn't feel good or look beautiful. Yang Rui's were the most beautiful and pleasing to the touch. When she was clothed, they made her look slender; when she took them off, her breasts were firm and delicate. Later, when we were together, I liked to wrap my arms around her from behind, unhook her bra, and touch her left breast with my right hand and her right breast with my left. My nose would sometimes linger on her hair, savoring her scent, while my mouth kissed her ears and neck.

Beautiful women are truly a man's best pets and toys. A beloved woman is a treasure from head to toe, every corner of her body tempting you to explore. I adored the body in my arms, and I wanted to cross the final line between us. Of course, that was a matter for the next stage. The corners of the various high-rise buildings on campus became our rendezvous spots, and an empty staircase platform in the graduate student building became our place to cross the line. But it's both laughable and shameful to think about now. She was already lying on the somewhat cool ground, completely at my mercy. After I pulled down her outer pants and underwear, preparing to enter her body for the first time, something embarrassing happened. As my penis searched for the entrance on her genitals, I was probably too excited and nervous, and I suddenly ejaculated on her vulva. I was extremely embarrassed at that moment, thinking how utterly shameful it was. She didn't say anything, but shyly and bashfully took out a tissue and hid to the side to wipe herself, not letting me see. I still remember her expression at that moment; it was incredibly cute.

My premature ejaculation incident didn't affect us, and I didn't mind. I was actually quite happy because Yang Rui was willing to give herself to me, which touched me deeply. I hadn't given her anything back then; she treated me that way because she loved me. But deep down, I always had a question: was she a virgin?

During the May Day holiday in 2008, I went back to my hometown and told my family about my girlfriend. They were very happy, thinking I should have a girlfriend at my age. My mother even took me to a store to pick out a dress for me to take back to her.

When I got back, I gave her the dress—it was the first time I'd ever given a girl clothes. She was quite happy; the dress suited her perfectly and looked very elegant. Then we went to a corner of the library and discovered a place rarely visited. This place later became our frequent rendezvous spot. Thinking about it now, we were pretty crazy. The solemn and dignified school library became our place to exchange bodily fluids. In that corner, I ejaculated many times, and she also released a lot of bodily fluids.

This time, it was like a reunion after a short separation. My surging lust and desire were uncontrollable. I no longer hid or restrained myself. I hugged her tightly, kissed her, and caressed her. I put my hands inside her pants, touching her most sensitive spots, and even inserted my fingers into her vagina. Unexpectedly, she was also very wet. Her vagina was tight and slippery, and perhaps a little stimulating, she wouldn't let me insert my fingers anymore. So I pulled her pants down to her knees, pressed my hard penis against her lower abdomen, and attacked her core. I kissed her all the while... She murmured, "I love you, let me in," but this time she said, "No, don't do this, really no." Then she quickly pulled up her pants. I wasn't discouraged. I placed her hand on my hard penis and let her masturbate me. She wasn't stubborn. While kissing me, she rubbed my penis back and forth with her hand. She seemed to have never done this before; her technique was clumsy and slow, but I enjoyed it. The touch of her small hand on my penis felt wonderful. Maybe she thought that this would give me pleasure and prevent me from asking to penetrate her vagina. She masturbated me for a long time before I ejaculated, whereas I could do it quickly on my own. She was very shy, and I could tell she was also curious. After I ejaculated, I teased her a few times, and she just smiled shyly in response. I could tell she was also very excited.

Later, I had some doubts. Why could she lie on the cold cement floor and let me do whatever I wanted before May Day, but after May Day, her attitude changed, and she wasn't as close to me anymore? I can never understand a woman's mind. For a while afterward, we were still immersed in the sweetness and passion of our relationship. I made sexual advances, wanting to go to a hotel room, not wanting to continue our clandestine "outdoor" trysts. After all, the school was a public place, and I was worried about being discovered. But she didn't explicitly object, only saying to wait until it rained. I was still confused, not understanding what she meant.

So, the library became our main battlefield for our trysts. "Trysts" isn't quite accurate, but we really had nowhere else to go. She wouldn't agree to go to a hotel, and the dorm was out of the question—the dorm management was strict, and there were always people there. I was too embarrassed to ask my roommates to sneak out. In that corner on the fourth floor of the library, we made love many times. During the day, we would spend our time reading in the library, and when we got tired and our libido was high, I would take her to the fourth floor, and she wouldn't refuse. It was hot then, and we weren't wearing many clothes, which was a convenient condition provided by the environment. If we had been dating in winter, this wouldn't have happened. That's why they say that keeping warm makes one think of lust.

After that first time, she became more relaxed in the following times, but she still wouldn't take the initiative to touch my penis, even though I was already hard. I had to hold her hand and let her touch my penis. We would kiss on the lips while her hands caressed my penis. Of course, my hands weren't idle either. One hand would slip into her pants and caress her buttocks, while the other hand would caress her breasts. My fingers, deep inside her buttocks, would explore her private parts step by step. I would feel that slippery crevice and rub it back and forth on the outside. She was very aroused there, producing a lot of fluid. I would tentatively insert half of a finger into her already wet vagina. It was very tight and elastic inside, and the touch of my fingers was wonderful. At this point, she would always react strongly. She would quickly withdraw from our sexual stimulation, grab my hand and take it out of her pants, and say, "No, don't do this." Of course, I wouldn't force her. Her reaction made me respect and cherish her even more. She wasn't the kind of girl who did things casually.

Our caresses would usually last a long time, an hour, sometimes an afternoon. Ah, it was so good to be young then, and to have good stamina, mainly my stamina, because in sex the man is absolutely dominant, and the woman is still in a subordinate and cooperative position. It's very simple: if the man's penis cannot get erect or cannot get erect for a long time, all sexual behavior loses its foundation.

She was still so shy, even when I aroused her. A few times I was so excited I even pinned her against the wall, forcefully pulling down her pants to penetrate her, but she pushed me away and instead rubbed me with her hands, as a form of comfort. However, she insisted on not giving me oral sex, despite my hints, she was very resistant. I didn't force her; after all, she was my girlfriend, not a prostitute I paid for, and I respected and appreciated her.

She would lick and suck my nipples, and of course, I did the same to her. I vividly remember one time in a corner of the graduate student building when she actively sucked mine; I was quite excited, thinking she truly loved me and wanted to make me feel good. However, although I felt quite pleasure from this, I always felt unsatisfied. I suggested going to a hotel, but she refused. I wanted physical intimacy, I wanted to truly enter her body, I wanted to become one with her.

[The End]

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