My College Sexual Experiences

I was born into an ordinary family. My father was a technician, and my mother was an inspector. There were three of us siblings; I was the youngest, with two older sisters. I was the apple of everyone's eye, and everyone doted on me. I lived up to their expectations, consistently doing well in my studies from elementary school to university, including in sex education.

I remember one summer vacation, a group of us kids were playing together. Mingming found some condoms at home, and since none of us knew what they were, we all fought over them and played with them. Some blew them up like balloons, others filled them with water to make water balloons, and we had a great time. At lunchtime, Mingming's mother saw us playing with the condoms, rushed over, snatched them away, and asked Mingming where they came from. Mingming said he found them by the bedside, and his mother blushed. Later, I overheard an older kid say that they were for adults to have sex with, and he even made a circle with his fingers and inserted the fingers of his other hand, saying that was called "fucking the vagina." Because I was too young, I didn't understand at all. Looking back now, it was such a simple and vivid description.

The first time I saw a girl's vagina was in the third grade of elementary school. During recess, the boys were running around playing tag; the girls were in groups of three or five, some playing jump rope, others forming a circle to play tag. Dongdong pulled me aside, mysteriously telling me there was something interesting to see, so I followed him to Liu Li's group. Suddenly, my eyes lit up: Liu Li was sitting opposite me, legs spread apart, bottom on the ground, her skirt slipped up above her thighs, revealing her underwear completely. The underwear was loose, almost revealing her entire vulva. Her vulva was smooth and hairless, with a slit in the middle. We were like discovering a new continent, reluctant to leave. But at that age, the little boy didn't react at all, only acting out of instinct and curiosity.

When I was in seventh grade, the first book I saw about sex was *A Handbook of Sexual Knowledge*. It was a small booklet published by Shanghai People's Publishing House in 1962, its pages already yellowed. I found it by chance in my parents' drawer. For the first time, I learned through a book what a woman's most private parts looked like! I learned what the labia majora, labia minora, vagina, and clitoris were, and I also learned that my little brother is called a penis, and there are foreskin, scrotum, glans, etc. I truly understood what sexual intercourse is. I also understood why Mingming's mother blushed that time. While reading, my little brother got hard without me even realizing it. I learned from the book that this is a normal reaction, and the technical term is erection. But just reading the book wasn't enough; I always wanted to see what a real little sister looked like! I especially wanted to see what the little sister of Wang Na, the prettiest girl in our class, looked like, but that was impossible. So during that time, I often dreamed about Wang Na at night, dreaming of seeing her little sister. On July 20th of that year, I had my first "nocturnal emission": I dreamed about Wang Na again that night, dreaming that she was naked and waving at me. I went over, and she actually spread her legs to let me see her genitals. My little brother immediately got erect, but before I could put it into her little sister, I felt a surge of heat gushing out, uncontrollable, accompanied by boundless pleasure.

As my body grew, my sexual awareness grew stronger, but I couldn't satisfy it and had nowhere to release it. Until one day, I discovered "pole climbing." I remember that back then, boys often played "pole climbing" or "tree climbing" competitions together. I remember once competing with three groups, and as I was climbing, I suddenly felt waves of pleasure coming from my penis. Because my legs and arms were tightly hugging the tree trunk, the intense friction on my penis caused pleasure, and the tighter I gripped and the faster I climbed, the stronger the pleasure became, until I finally ejaculated. That time, our group came in last, and my friends all gathered around and asked me what was wrong. I had no answer, and could only say that I wasn't feeling well, and then I immediately ran to the toilet to clean up the mess. My underwear was covered in semen, wet and cold. From then on, I couldn't stop secretly going to "pole climbing" by myself. But soon I discovered a problem: I couldn't "pole climb" at night, and sometimes my desire was very strong at night, so I had to find a way to relieve it. So I thought of using my hand, and it worked immediately, and from then on, I enjoyed it immensely.

But just playing by myself and indulging in wishful thinking gets boring after a while, and it's bad for my health. How wonderful it would be to see a woman's body! So I started looking for every opportunity. "What you seek is often found effortlessly"—that's the saying. I found my own class to be the perfect opportunity. The first person I saw was Zhao Xiujuan. It was a Thursday afternoon, and after school, only four students remained in the classroom. The floor had been watered, and Zhao Xiujuan could leave after mopping. She started mopping from the last row, working especially hard on my row. She was a model student, meticulous in everything she did. I glanced at her unintentionally and immediately saw her breasts (most girls her age don't wear bras, so they were completely exposed). I couldn't believe my eyes: two small, cone-shaped breasts, white as curd, topped with pink nipples, swaying with her body, mesmerizing. I swallowed hard, and my penis became erect, while she remained completely oblivious. Later, I followed suit and saw Zhang Xia, Wang Rong, and Liu Xiaomei's breasts. Zhang Xia's breasts were flat like mine, Wang Rong's skin was too dark and not very pleasing to the eye, and Liu Xiaomei's were the best, perfect in both shape and color. Unfortunately, my good fortune didn't last long. I told Liu Qiang about this secret, and that idiot actually followed the girls and got caught. The girls scolded him severely and even told the teacher. As a result, his parents were called in, and he had to write a self-criticism. Luckily, that guy didn't betray me, otherwise I would have lost my position as the class monitor for sports.

In the second year of junior high, I dated a girl, but our relationship was limited to holding hands; I never even hugged her, let alone kissed or touched her. Firstly, the studies were intense in the later part of the second year of junior high; secondly, we had good self-control; and thirdly, I always felt that if I liked a girl, I had to be responsible for her. My own needs were important, but I couldn't ignore her future.

In high school, I didn't even date a single girl. The academic pressure was high; I was a class monitor and also participated in the track and field team. But I did read several good handwritten books. Books like *Manna's Memoirs*, *Little Slut*, and *The Girl*

brought a lot of fun to my stressful school life and also greatly increased my knowledge of sex. I never knew there were so many ways to have sex, that women could be so promiscuous, and that there were even couples who swapped partners. Those with weak immune systems should definitely avoid this stuff. A boy in Class 3, who was always a good student, got involved with this stuff and "slept with" the prettiest girl in our class. As a result, he was convicted, and his mother went crazy.

In college, dating seemed natural, even fashionable. Those who couldn't find a partner seemed to fall into two categories: fools and idiots. I followed the trend, and while maintaining my good grades, I started dating someone and set goals: the highest goal was to "cross the river," and the lowest goal was to at least get some water if I couldn't cross it. This girl was:

"Yoko." We met while selling greeting cards on campus. I liked her independent personality, but I didn't know there was a complex story behind it; this independence was actually a strong manifestation of inferiority. Yangzi was born into a cadre family and grew up with her grandparents until she was 16, when she returned to her parents. Therefore, she had little affection for them, and they, in turn, disliked this disobedient child. Good things in the family always went to her older siblings first, and she was the last to receive them. Her parents never cared about Yangzi's affairs, not even important matters like dating. Yangzi never experienced the love of a complete family. Therefore, I felt sorry for her, even more so than love. But this also doomed our relationship.

Because Yangzi was very cautious, our physical relationship developed very slowly. Eight months had passed, and we were still only at the level of ordinary kissing and hugging. Several of our classmates had already "crossed the river" (a euphemism for intimacy), and I was both envious and anxious. One night, Skinny invited me to their dorm, saying he had something to show me that would improve my "practice." When I got there, I found out it was porn; Skinny had secretly stolen it from his brother-in-law. Da Niu and Hero were also there; they were experienced, while this was my first time. That day was truly exhilarating: there were couples, trios, groups, Black and White people, and even Asians. The films were filled with intense, passionate sex, and we watched with our eyes glued to the screen, our penises hard, and we all got erections.

"Stop pushing it up, it's not that big even when it's up!" Da Niu teased Hero again.

"Bullshit (dialect, meaning nonsense), bro, you weren't even pubic hair when you got big, were you?" Hero retorted. "Don't brag! Show us what you've got!" Da Niu continued to provoke. "Fine, let's compete! Who's afraid of who! Show us what you've got!" Hero accepted the challenge, and dragged us into it too.

"Stop talking the talk! Start! Start!" Skinny and I egged them on, but then they actually pulled out their hands, which caught Skinny and me off guard. We had no choice but to pull them out! Unexpectedly, Hero even brought a ruler to measure them. The results were: Big Bull 15, me 13, Hero 12, Skinny 10. Big Bull immediately became arrogant, striking a "show-off" pose.

"Bigger doesn't necessarily mean better!" Hero concluded, "Whether it's good or not, we're enjoying it now!"

"Da Niu threw out a line to the hero. I knew it would be pointless to continue, so I quickly changed the subject. Everyone enjoyed themselves that day. Lying in bed, my mind was still full of those images, and I couldn't help but do it again, determined to overcome all difficulties and strive for 'victory.' On

the second Saturday night, Yangzi and I finally made a breakthrough. That night we talked very congenially, and when things got emotional, we couldn't help but hug each other, kissing and caressing. But Yangzi maintained the high level of vigilance of a socialist woman, not giving me any extra opportunities, and I was so anxious I was jumping up and down. A full 40 minutes." The clock ticked by, and nothing new progress had been made. Finally, I had to give up and head towards the park entrance, intending to take her home. Less than 100 meters from the entrance, I felt an overwhelming sense of regret. No, I had to try again, but she refused! I suddenly grabbed her from the side, one arm around her waist, the other sliding under her shirt from her shoulder, heading straight for her breasts. She froze, trying to grab my hand, but it was too late! My hand was already inside her bra, resting on her breasts. Strangely enough, she surrendered, collapsing against me, letting my hand roam freely over her chest without any resistance. Her breasts were so small I could barely feel them, but her nipples were quite large. After the battle on her upper body, my hand moved down to her lower body, encountering almost no resistance. My hand easily slipped through her skirt and panties, across the "grassland," and into the "delta." I was so excited I could hardly believe it, my hands trembling slightly. If I could see myself, I think it would be quite comical. Yoko was in a state of euphoria, oblivious to people walking by, solely focused on enjoying an unprecedented excitement.

But what I didn't expect was that our physical relationship would end there. She never gave me a second chance, and she even felt deeply guilty about it. Furthermore, her high-ranking parents strongly opposed our relationship, and because I wasn't from a cadre family, our relationship gradually cooled, finally ending in almost the third year. Although I could accept it, it was still my first true love, and I was deeply hurt. Finally, I left this city that had caused me so much pain and went to Hainan with my classmates to try my luck.

[The End]

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