My sexual experiences with my girlfriend Xiaomin on campus

Xiaomin and I officially became a couple on the evening of March 29, 2003, in a movie theater. That night, we kissed for the first time. Of course, I'd had girlfriends and dated before, so it wasn't my first time, but I knew it was Xiaomin's first, and perhaps I was her first love. That night, we chose to watch a movie at a theater near a nearby school. We found seats towards the back, which is where we usually liked to sit.

Everyone probably knows what a movie theater is like—dark and atmospheric, with occasional stimulating scenes. So, after we became a couple, I hugged Xiaomin and slowly kissed her forehead, then her cheek, until our lips met and we kissed passionately, my tongue slipping into her mouth. When her tongue was in my mouth, I sucked on it intensely, making it almost impossible for her to pull away. It was our first time kissing so passionately and happily.

Today, I discovered that Xiaomin's lips are very sensitive. When my lips touched hers, she recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted. From then on, we were practically inseparable during our free time on campus. Whenever we had a spare moment, we'd find a quiet place to be intimate. We searched every corner of the campus, getting excited every time we found a secluded spot. Then, we'd impulsively embrace, holding each other tightly for a long, long time, and then start kissing passionately, kissing Xiaomin's lips, sucking her entire lips into our mouths, touching them with our tongues. If we were on the grass, we'd sit down, letting Xiaomin lie in my lap, her back arched, making it easier and more comfortable to kiss her. Holding her with her legs pressed against mine felt even better.

And my mischievous hands could even wiggle around her breasts.

When I first touched Xiaomin's breasts, I found that she reacted much more strongly than when I first touched her lips. This was the second sensitive area I discovered in Xiaomin.

I remember a few nights when we stood in the woods in the park, holding Xiaomin, kissing her lips and touching her breasts simultaneously. With both sensitive areas in contact, within ten minutes, Xiaomin started to go wild. I could feel her holding me tighter and tighter, but my grip on her arms seemed to weaken because she couldn't stand anymore and started to squat down. She made a sound that excited me greatly, growing louder and louder. She even kept calling out, "Aqiang, hurry!...Aqiang, hurry!" At this point, I would recklessly touch Xiaomin's breasts and kiss her lips. Until my lower body couldn't take it anymore, almost bursting, or my hands were too tired, I would gently ask, "Baby, can you help me? I want you to touch me too."

The first few times, Xiaomin refused, which I completely understood. After all, we were both still students; Xiaomin was only a freshman, and she had never been in a relationship, let alone touched a man's private parts. When I let Xiaomin touch me, she must have felt nervous, hesitant, scared, and all sorts of complicated emotions. But since we're together every day, and Xiaomin has experienced what it feels like for me to touch and kiss her, it must be wonderful. So Xiaomin wants it every day, wants to be with me every day, wants me to touch her every day, until she goes crazy. For several days in a row, I was the one who moved Xiaomin. After I finished, Xiaomin knew I was also very uncomfortable, missing her and hoping she could touch my sensitive areas like I did.

Finally, in another secluded spot in that park, Xiaomin's hand slipped into my underwear. Actually, my penis was already as hard as steel, but when Xiaomin's hand unbuckled my belt and touched my lower abdomen, I was stunned, I went crazy. Because I felt those cool fingers on my lower abdomen, the fingers of my beloved girlfriend were slowly, slowly, almost touching my most sensitive, sacred, and exciting place.

Xiaomin touched it, felt it, and told me, "It's so hard, how can it be so hard?"

After stroking around a few times, Xiaomin simply took my penis, my hard penis, my hot penis, in her hand. But Xiaomin didn't know that moving back and forth would feel good to me, and she didn't know what masturbation was. At this point, I couldn't take it anymore and was already intoxicated. At the same time, I was also disappointed because Xiaomin was only holding me very lightly; she was afraid of hurting me and didn't dare to move. Helpless, I could only tell Xiaomin, "Baby, move a little, move back and forth a little, that will feel good to me." "Won't it hurt?" "Of course not, you idiot!" Only then did Xiaomin start to move gently. Although it was only gentle, I felt incredibly good. I hugged Xiaomin tightly, constantly telling her, "Faster, harder, grip tighter." Finally, I ejaculated, all my semen came out, covering Xiaomin's hands, and we didn't have any tissues. Xiaomin looked at me, and I looked at Xiaomin, feeling very embarrassed. Xiaomin even asked me what this was. I could only ask Xiaomin to wipe it on my clothes, but she said it was dirty and we should wash it when we got back.

People say that having sex outdoors, in the wild, is a very enjoyable thing, with unexpected effects. However, I discovered that having my girlfriend masturbate me outdoors, in the wild, was incredibly pleasurable, a unique sensation.

Of course, taking off my girlfriend's bra on the grass, looking at her breasts in the natural light, touching her, and kissing her was also quite enjoyable. It felt wonderful. So later, we often went outdoors. We chose caves in artificial hills, which were very secluded, and it was okay to take off our pants. However, we couldn't get too absorbed in it; we had to listen for any noise outside. If we noticed anyone, we'd cough a few times to let them know we were inside. If we wanted more excitement, we'd choose to do it during the day on a soccer field, on the lawn in a park, or on the roof of a school building, just covering ourselves with a piece of clothing. That was truly having the sky as our cover and the ground as our blanket; cuddling my girlfriend outdoors was incredibly comfortable.

Gradually, we became bolder, to the point that when we studied in the classroom at noon or watched videos in the video arcade at night, I would let Xiaomin put her smooth, delicate hands inside my underwear and stroke and rub them incessantly, exciting, intoxicating, and driving me crazy until I ejaculated. Of course, after that, we always carried plenty of tissues with us. We no longer had to feel embarrassed about having so much on our hands.

Of course, just Xiaomin masturbating me, me kissing Xiaomin, and me stroking her breasts couldn't quell our burning passion. The raging fire continued to burn, and it grew stronger and stronger. What is a raging fire? I think this is it.

As the final exams approached, the courses became more and more intensive, the pressure increased, and the number of people in the study rooms also increased. For the two weeks leading up to the exams, the study rooms were always packed, every single day. Those seats near the corners or inner walls are practically reserved for lovers; you can't get them unless you go before dawn or bring your books the night before. Those sitting outside can't see, and those inside generally don't look at others—it's a common campus habit. Even if you see something, you pretend not to; it's become a habit. I once heard a girl moaning from the corner behind me, but who would dare turn around and look? Just pretend you didn't hear it. If you can't stand it, just go outside and give them some time.

I'm a "bad" student who doesn't like studying, so of course I wouldn't get up before dawn to fight for seats in these situations. But being used to cramming for exams, I can't just not study. Without studying, I definitely won't pass the exam, and even if I do, it'll be by chance. So we chose to stay up all night. Of course, we weren't the only ones doing this; before final exams, the school would have designated all-night study rooms.

Before 11 PM, we'd buy snacks and water from the school supermarket and bring our jackets. Before 2:30 PM, that's our best time to study. During this time, we'll concentrate and try to complete our planned tasks as quickly as possible. After 2:30 PM, we're generally drowsy and can't concentrate on anything. We won't stay in those crowded and boring places anymore. Of course, the teaching building doors are locked at night and guarded by people, so we definitely can't go out. We can only wander around inside that building, trying to find a secluded spot, usually on the top floor stairs. That way, if someone comes up, we can hear their footsteps and make a sound to tell Xiaomin that someone is coming up. If someone goes up before us, they'll definitely tell us in the same way, forcing us to look for another place.

No one will come down from up there, because that's the rooftop. This should be the best spot. Once we've secured it, we'll congratulate ourselves on our good fortune, maybe with a kiss or a hug.

Then we'll take out the newspapers we prepared and spread them out one by one. Holding my girlfriend's waist, I'll carefully help Xiaomin sit down slowly. Finally, I'll sit down comfortably, as if mission accomplished, and we can rest.

Usually, I'll sit to Xiaomin's right, because my right hand is stronger. I'll pull Xiaomin into my arms, kiss her forehead, kiss her lips, and gently touch her breasts, making all her fatigue from the day seem to disappear instantly, and she'll drift off to sleep peacefully. Often, Xiaomin will wake up in my arms at dawn, with one leg and one hand completely numb, almost without feeling. It usually takes about ten minutes to recover.

When Xiaomin first wakes up, she can't move because suddenly leaving me and the numbness in her hands and legs is unbearable. Usually, we open our eyes and chat for a while, with Xiaomin asking if I slept well and comfortably. She'll also ask if I'm tired and if I slept at all last night. Of course, I definitely didn't sleep, or at least not much. A person weighing several tens of kilograms lying in my arms all night is bound to be tiring; otherwise, my legs and hands wouldn't be so numb. But whenever Xiaomin asks, my heart warms up, and all other feelings disappear. After all, it's worth it to sleep holding the girl I love. I always tell Xiaomin, "I'm not tired. You only weigh a few kilograms, and the floor is supporting you the whole time." Of course, Xiaomin knows I'm tired, but she just wants to sleep in my arms. She says that only then can she sleep soundly and comfortably.

For several nights in a row, we were incredibly lucky to get a spot on that staircase. It must have been one night in mid-June, around 2 or 3 AM, that I was holding Xiaomin, gently stroking her as she drifted off to sleep. She fell asleep without me noticing, but I continued stroking her. Perhaps I was too excited by my own fantasies, because my movements became a little too vigorous. For some reason, a little while later, Xiaomin woke up, opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Qiang, I want you down there, I want it, can you help me?" That expectant look, that fiery gaze, that beautiful voice—it all made me almost breathless. My blood surged, and I was incredibly nervous. I lowered my head and kissed Xiaomin's forehead, saying, "Baby, shall I use my hand to help you?" "Huh?!

I want you to use your lower part on me." To be honest, how could I, who was always a bit lustful, who deeply loved Xiaomin, who had long wanted to possess her, who constantly fantasized about being with her, who always imagined having sex with her and reaching peak excitement whenever she helped me masturbate—not wanting to? I just never dared to ask Xiaomin. After all, we weren't married yet, we were still students, and Xiaomin was a rather traditional girl. So even if I wanted it, I wouldn't dare ask her; even if I wanted it, I had to control myself. But at this moment, my feelings were completely different, because Xiaomin surprised me, she amazed me.

Instantly, my penis hardened, hard as steel. I couldn't wait to stand up, take off my shirt, and use it as a pillow for Xiaomin. I kissed Xiaomin's forehead and asked, "Baby, do you really want to?" "Yes!" I didn't care about anything else and just said, "Baby, sleep well, it'll be over soon."

I unbuckled my belt and stood naked in front of Xiaomin. Of course, Xiaomin couldn't see me because it was nighttime and there were no lights in that place. Only a little faint light shone through the crack in the door, enough for me to see where Xiaomin was sleeping. I couldn't wait any longer. With trembling hands, I pulled off Xiaomin's shirt and lay on top of her, licking her nipples and sucking on her breasts. Soon, Xiaomin moaned and began to move restlessly. After a while, perhaps because her desire was very strong, she said, "Qiang, hurry! Something's leaking down there." I quickly untied Xiaomin's shoelaces, took off her pants, and pulled down her underwear, so that Xiaomin lay naked beneath me.

Then I realized my knees were a little sore from kneeling on the concrete. But as my penis touched Xiaomin's penis, I forgot everything else. I only knew excitement, I only knew I was about to be the happiest person in the world. I lifted Xiaomin's legs up a little, trying to open her mouth wider, and kept kissing her lips. I let my penis find its place freely, and gently probed, applying a little force. At this moment,

my girlfriend suddenly shook her head away from my mouth and said, "It hurts!" Luckily, I hadn't used too much force, so it probably didn't hurt too much, and Xiaomin didn't say she wanted to stop. I quickly said, "Baby, it's the first time, it's bound to hurt a little, just once, just a little, it'll be fine once it's in, you'll feel great once it's in, haha." Sure enough, it worked well. Xiaomin endured it for a moment, and I pushed in quite a bit.

However, I didn't thrust all the way in, but immediately pulled back a little, moving gently.

At this moment, I had entered paradise, the feeling was indescribable. Happiness filled my whole body, and all my nerves were suddenly relaxed. The tension and excitement were gone, replaced by pure happiness and bliss. This earthly paradise truly is like this, something you forever yearn for, something you forever hope to possess. It can make you forget everything, allowing you to hold Xiaomin tightly and tell her: I will always, always truly love you!

I couldn't just think of my own happiness. I asked Xiaomin if she was comfortable, and she said, "It hurt a little before." "And now? Is it comfortable?" "Comfortable!" Although Xiaomin said it hurt a little before, my heart ached a little. But hearing her say it was comfortable now, I was truly excited, and I felt an immediate urge. At this moment, I was extremely excited, my penis gently moving back and forth inside Xiaomin's vagina, penetrating deeper and deeper. After all, it was Xiaomin's first time; her vagina was very tight, and I was very nervous. I ejaculated quickly, and inside her.

I knew Xiaomin definitely hadn't reached orgasm. The first time certainly didn't satisfy Xiaomin.

With this experience, with this first time, Xiaomin knew what it felt like to have my penis inside her vagina. For the next few nights, we stayed up all night, even on those frequently used staircases, even on that hard cement floor. We sometimes did it up to three times a night.

And at that time, we didn't know anything about contraception; every time we did it, I ejaculated inside. Although Xiaomin and I both knew there was a high chance of pregnancy, we were both very nervous and worried. Every time Xiaomin's period came, we eagerly awaited it. Luckily, the first month, Xiaomin's period arrived on time. We even celebrated, of course, by kissing. Having gone through these adventurous experiences, we became bolder. As the saying goes, if you walk too much at night, you'll eventually encounter a ghost. Similarly, if you have sex too much on the stairs, you'll eventually encounter someone.

One night, we brought a blanket, one on the floor and one under our blankets. Xiaomin slept on the inside of the blanket so we wouldn't get cold. After all, it's very cold to be naked in the middle of the night, and lying like this, we could have sex in the side-lying position. We were excited about the improvement in our conditions, and felt happy about the ease of making love in this position. I no longer had to kneel on that hard cement floor, and Xiaomin no longer had to lie on that narrow staircase that was just padded with newspapers. Now I could hold Xiaomin and caress her with both hands at the same time. Although standing under the tree had a kind of fun intimacy in nature, hiding in the rockery had a heavenly feeling of having a cool breeze blowing on my penis. You can imagine how great it would feel if you and your girlfriend took off your clothes and stood in the wild with that natural cool breeze blowing on your penis!

That's how we tried to enjoy that pleasure and happiness. But lying down is more comfortable during sex; only lying down makes it easy, only lying down gives you that feeling. We quickly got into the mood. I kept touching Xiaomin's two large breasts, rotating them clockwise a few times, then counter-clockwise a few times, pushing them up, pressing them down, squeezing them firmly, and then gradually moving my hands down, gently, very gently, until my hand slowly reached below Xiaomin's navel. I could hear Xiaomin moaning, feel her body shifting, her skin contracting. I unbuckled Xiaomin's belt. I knew my blood was boiling, my heart was racing. The excitement was indescribable. This time, I

didn't need to take off all my pants, and I didn't need to take mine off completely either; just down to my knees was enough. My penis was so hard it felt like it was on fire; I figured I could easily hang a shoe on it when I stood up. As I leaned forward, my penis bumped against Xiaomin's penis from behind. Just then, I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. My hand trembled, and I immediately stopped. The sound grew closer, and I could tell they were coming up. I quickly coughed a few times, as usual, to let them know someone was upstairs and not to come up. Oh my god, why wasn't my coughing working? Wasn't that the signal we all knew? The footsteps didn't stop because of my coughing; they kept getting closer, thumping as they climbed. We were going crazy, incredibly nervous, our minds racing: What if it's a teacher?

What if it's a classmate we know? What if a classmate sees us?… In an instant, my penis went limp. I quickly covered our bodies and Xiaomin's face with the blanket, pretending to be asleep.

We'd leave it to fate; we couldn't worry about anything else. The footsteps were right beside us, and my girlfriend and I both "stopped our heartbeats" and held our breath. Waiting for everything that was about to happen…

“The End”

Xiaomin and I officially became a couple on the evening of March 29, 2003, in a movie theater. That night, we kissed for the first time. Of course, I had girlfriends and had been in relationships before, so it wasn't my first time, but I knew it was Xiaomin's first time; perhaps I was Xiaomin's first love. That night, we chose to watch a movie at a movie theater near a nearby school. After entering, we found seats towards the back, as we usually liked to find those kinds of seats when watching movies.

Everyone probably knows what a movie theater feels like—dark and atmospheric, with occasional stimulating scenes in the film. So, after we officially became a couple, I hugged Xiaomin and slowly kissed her forehead, then her face, until finally our lips met, and we kissed passionately, my tongue entering Xiaomin's mouth. When Xiaomin's tongue was in my mouth, I sucked on it intensely, making it almost impossible for her to pull it away. This was the first time; we kissed passionately and happily.

Today I discovered that Xiaomin's lips are very sensitive. When my lips touched hers, she recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted. From then on, we were practically inseparable during our free time on campus. Whenever we had a spare moment, we'd find a quiet place to be intimate. We searched every corner of the campus, getting excited every time we found a secluded spot. Then we'd impulsively embrace, holding each other tightly for a long, long time, and then start kissing passionately, kissing Xiaomin's lips, sucking them into our mouths, and touching them with our tongues. If we were on the grass, we'd sit down, letting Xiaomin lie in my lap, her back arched, which made kissing her easier and more comfortable. Holding her against my legs made the whole experience even more pleasurable.

And my mischievous hands could even touch her breasts.

The first time I touched Xiaomin's breasts, I found that she reacted much more strongly than when I first touched her lips. This was the second sensitive area I discovered about Xiaomin.

I remember a few nights when we stood in the woods in the park, holding Xiaomin, kissing her lips and touching her breasts simultaneously. With both sensitive areas in contact, within ten minutes, Xiaomin started to go wild. I could feel her holding me tighter and tighter, but my grip on her arms seemed to weaken because she couldn't stand anymore and started to squat down. She made a sound that excited me greatly, growing louder and louder. She even kept calling out, "Aqiang, hurry!...Aqiang, hurry!" At this point, I would recklessly touch Xiaomin's breasts and kiss her lips. Until my lower body couldn't take it anymore, almost bursting, or my hands were too tired, I would gently ask, "Baby, can you help me? I want you to touch me too."

The first few times, Xiaomin refused, which I completely understood. After all, we were both still students; Xiaomin was only a freshman, and she had never been in a relationship, let alone touched a man's private parts. When I let Xiaomin touch me, she must have felt nervous, hesitant, scared, and all sorts of complicated emotions. But since we're together every day, and Xiaomin has experienced what it feels like for me to touch and kiss her, it must be wonderful. So Xiaomin wants it every day, wants to be with me every day, wants me to touch her every day, until she goes crazy. For several days in a row, I was the one who moved Xiaomin. After I finished, Xiaomin knew I was also very uncomfortable, missing her and hoping she could touch my sensitive areas like I did.

Finally, in another secluded spot in that park, Xiaomin's hand slipped into my underwear. Actually, my penis was already as hard as steel, but when Xiaomin's hand unbuckled my belt and touched my lower abdomen, I was stunned, I went crazy. Because I felt those cool fingers on my lower abdomen, the fingers of my beloved girlfriend were slowly, slowly, almost touching my most sensitive, sacred, and exciting place.

Xiaomin touched it, felt it, and told me, "It's so hard, how can it be so hard?"

After stroking around a few times, Xiaomin simply took my penis, my hard penis, my hot penis, in her hand. But Xiaomin didn't know that moving back and forth would feel good to me, and she didn't know what masturbation was. At this point, I couldn't take it anymore and was already intoxicated. At the same time, I was also disappointed because Xiaomin was only holding me very lightly; she was afraid of hurting me and didn't dare to move. Helpless, I could only tell Xiaomin, "Baby, move a little, move back and forth a little, that will feel good to me." "Won't it hurt?" "Of course not, you idiot!" Only then did Xiaomin start to move gently. Although it was only gentle, I felt incredibly good. I hugged Xiaomin tightly, constantly telling her, "Faster, harder, grip tighter." Finally, I ejaculated, all my semen came out, covering Xiaomin's hands, and we didn't have any tissues. Xiaomin looked at me, and I looked at Xiaomin, feeling very embarrassed. Xiaomin even asked me what this was. I could only ask Xiaomin to wipe it on my clothes, but she said it was dirty and we should wash it when we got back.

People say that having sex outdoors, in the wild, is a very enjoyable thing, with unexpected effects. However, I discovered that having my girlfriend masturbate me outdoors, in the wild, was incredibly pleasurable, a unique sensation.

Of course, taking off my girlfriend's bra on the grass, looking at her breasts in the natural light, touching her, and kissing her was also quite enjoyable. It felt wonderful. So later, we often went outdoors. We chose caves in artificial hills, which were very secluded, and it was okay to take off our pants. However, we couldn't get too absorbed in it; we had to listen for any noise outside. If we noticed anyone, we'd cough a few times to let them know we were inside. If we wanted more excitement, we'd choose to do it during the day on a soccer field, on the lawn in a park, or on the roof of a school building, just covering ourselves with a piece of clothing. That was truly having the sky as our cover and the ground as our blanket; cuddling my girlfriend outdoors was incredibly comfortable.

Gradually, we became bolder, to the point that when we studied in the classroom at noon or watched videos in the video arcade at night, I would let Xiaomin put her smooth, delicate hands inside my underwear and stroke and rub them incessantly, exciting, intoxicating, and driving me crazy until I ejaculated. Of course, after that, we always carried plenty of tissues with us. We no longer had to feel embarrassed about having so much on our hands.

Of course, just Xiaomin masturbating me, me kissing Xiaomin, and me stroking her breasts couldn't quell our burning passion. The raging fire continued to burn, growing stronger and stronger. What does it mean to have a raging fire? I think this is it.

As final exams approach, the workload and pressure increase, and the study rooms become increasingly crowded. For the two weeks leading up to the exams, the study rooms are always packed, every single seat. Those seats near the corners or inner walls are practically reserved for couples; you can't get them unless you go before dawn or bring your books the night before. Those sitting outside can't see you, and those inside generally don't look at others—it's a common campus habit. Even if you see something, you pretend not to, it's become normal. I once heard a girl moaning from the corner behind me, but who would dare turn around and look? Just pretend you didn't hear it. If you can't stand it, just go outside and give them some time.

I'm a "bad" student who doesn't like studying, so of course I wouldn't get up before dawn to fight for a seat in this situation. But being used to cramming for exams, I can't just not study. Without studying, I definitely won't pass the exam, and even if I do, it'll be by chance. So we chose to stay up all night. Of course, we weren't the only ones doing this; the school provides designated all-night study rooms before final exams.

Before 11 PM, we bought snacks and water from the school supermarket and packed our jackets. Before 2:30 AM was our best study time; we would concentrate and try to complete our planned tasks as quickly as possible. After 2:30 AM, we were generally drowsy and couldn't concentrate on anything. We wouldn't stay in crowded and boring places anymore. Of course, the teaching building doors were locked at night and guarded, so we couldn't leave. We could only wander around the building, trying to find a secluded spot, usually on the top floor stairs, so we could hear someone coming up and warn Xiaomin not to come up. If someone went up before us, they would definitely warn us in the same way, forcing us to look for another place.

No one would come down from there, because that's the roof. This should be the best spot. Once we've secured it, we'll celebrate our good fortune with a kiss or a hug.

Then, we'll lay out the newspapers we've prepared, one by one, and carefully help Xiaomin sit down, supporting her waist. Finally, I'll sit down with a satisfying thud, as if mission accomplished and we can finally rest.

I usually sit to Xiaomin's right, because my right hand is stronger. I'll pull her into a full embrace, kiss her forehead, kiss her lips, and gently caress her breasts, making all her fatigue from the day seem to vanish instantly, and she'll drift off to a blissful sleep. Often, Xiaomin will wake up in my arms at dawn, with one leg and one hand completely numb, almost without feeling. It usually takes about ten minutes to recover.

When Xiaomin first wakes up, she can't move because suddenly leaving me and the numbness in her hands and legs is unbearable. Usually, we open our eyes and chat for a while, with Xiaomin asking if I slept well and comfortably. She'll also ask if I'm tired and if I slept at all last night. Of course, I definitely didn't sleep, or at least not much. A person weighing several tens of kilograms lying in my arms all night is bound to be tiring; otherwise, my legs and hands wouldn't be so numb. But whenever Xiaomin asks, my heart warms up, and all other feelings disappear. After all, it's worth it to sleep holding the girl I love. I always tell Xiaomin, "I'm not tired. You only weigh a few kilograms, and the floor is supporting you the whole time." Of course, Xiaomin knows I'm tired, but she just wants to sleep in my arms. She says that only then can she sleep soundly and comfortably.

For several nights in a row, we were incredibly lucky to get a spot on that staircase. It must have been one night in mid-June, around 2 or 3 AM, that I was holding Xiaomin, gently stroking her as she drifted off to sleep. She fell asleep without me noticing, but I continued stroking her. Perhaps I was too excited by my own fantasies, because my movements became a little too vigorous. For some reason, a little while later, Xiaomin woke up, opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Qiang, I want you down there, I want it, can you help me?" That expectant look, that fiery gaze, that beautiful voice—it all made me almost breathless. My blood surged, and I was incredibly nervous. I lowered my head and kissed Xiaomin's forehead, saying, "Baby, shall I use my hand to help you?" "Huh?!

I want you to use your lower part on me." To be honest, how could I, who was always a bit lustful, who deeply loved Xiaomin, who had long wanted to possess her, who constantly fantasized about being with her, who always imagined having sex with her and reaching peak excitement whenever she helped me masturbate—not wanting to? I just never dared to ask Xiaomin. After all, we weren't married yet, we were still students, and Xiaomin was a rather traditional girl. So even if I wanted it, I wouldn't dare ask her; even if I wanted it, I had to control myself. But at this moment, my feelings were completely different, because Xiaomin surprised me, she amazed me.

Instantly, my penis hardened, hard as steel. I couldn't wait to stand up, take off my shirt, and use it as a pillow for Xiaomin. I kissed Xiaomin's forehead and asked, "Baby, do you really want to?" "Yes!" I didn't care about anything else and just said, "Baby, sleep well, it'll be over soon."

I unbuckled my belt and stood naked in front of Xiaomin. Of course, Xiaomin couldn't see me because it was nighttime and there were no lights in that place. Only a little faint light shone through the crack in the door, enough for me to see where Xiaomin was sleeping. I couldn't wait any longer. With trembling hands, I pulled off Xiaomin's shirt and lay on top of her, licking her nipples and sucking on her breasts. Soon, Xiaomin moaned and began to move restlessly. After a while, perhaps because her desire was very strong, she said, "Qiang, hurry! Something's leaking down there." I quickly untied Xiaomin's shoelaces, took off her pants, and pulled down her underwear, so that Xiaomin lay naked beneath me.

Then I realized my knees were a little sore from kneeling on the concrete. But as my penis touched Xiaomin's penis, I forgot everything else. I only knew excitement, I only knew I was about to be the happiest person in the world. I lifted Xiaomin's legs up a little, trying to open her mouth wider, and kept kissing her lips. I let my penis find its place freely, and gently probed, applying a little force. At this moment,

my girlfriend suddenly shook her head away from my mouth and said, "It hurts!" Luckily, I hadn't used too much force, so it probably didn't hurt too much, and Xiaomin didn't say she wanted to stop. I quickly said, "Baby, it's the first time, it's bound to hurt a little, just once, just a little, it'll be fine once it's in, you'll feel great once it's in, haha." Sure enough, it worked well. Xiaomin endured it for a moment, and I pushed in quite a bit.

However, I didn't thrust all the way in, but immediately pulled back a little, moving gently.

At this moment, I had entered paradise, the feeling was indescribable. Happiness filled my whole body, and all my nerves were suddenly relaxed. The tension and excitement were gone, replaced by pure happiness and bliss. This earthly paradise truly was, something you could always long for, something you could always desire. It made you forget everything, allowing you to hold Xiaomin tightly and tell her: I will always, always truly love you!

I couldn't just think of my own happiness. I asked Xiaomin if she was comfortable, and she said, "It hurt a little before." "And now? Is it comfortable?" "Comfortable!" Although Xiaomin said it hurt a little before, my heart ached a little. But hearing her say it was comfortable now, I was truly excited, and I felt an immediate urge. At this moment, I was extremely excited, my penis gently moving back and forth inside Xiaomin's vagina, penetrating deeper and deeper. After all, it was Xiaomin's first time; her vagina was very tight, and I was very nervous. I ejaculated quickly, and inside her.

I knew Xiaomin definitely hadn't reached orgasm. The first time certainly didn't satisfy Xiaomin.

After that first time, Xiaomin learned what it felt like to have my penis inside her vagina. For the next few nights, we stayed up all night, even on those frequently used stairs, even on that hard cement floor. We sometimes did it up to three times a night.

And at that time, we didn't know anything about contraception; every time we did it, I ejaculated inside her. Although Xiaomin and I both knew there was a high chance of pregnancy, we were both very nervous and worried. Every time Xiaomin's period came, we eagerly awaited it. Luckily, the first month, Xiaomin's period arrived on time. We even celebrated, of course, by kissing. Having gone through these adventurous experiences, we became bolder. As the saying goes, if you walk too much at night, you'll eventually encounter a ghost. Similarly, if you have sex too much on the stairs, you'll eventually encounter someone.

One night, we brought a blanket, one on the floor and one under our blankets. Xiaomin slept on the inside of the blanket so we wouldn't get cold. After all, it's very cold to be naked in the middle of the night, and lying like this, we could have sex in a side-lying position. We were excited about the improvement in our conditions, and felt happy about the ease of sex in this position. I no longer had to kneel on that hard cement floor, and Xiaomin no longer had to lie on that narrow staircase that was just padded with newspapers. Now I could hold Xiaomin and caress her with both hands at the same time. Although standing under the tree had a kind of natural intimacy, and hiding in the rockery had a heavenly feeling of a cool breeze blowing on my penis, you can imagine how great it would feel if you and your girlfriend took off your clothes and stood in the wild with a natural cool breeze blowing on you!

That's how we tried to enjoy that pleasure and happiness. But lying down was still the most comfortable during sex; only lying down was easy, only lying down gave me that feeling. We quickly got into the swing of things. I kept touching Xiaomin's two large breasts, rotating them clockwise and counterclockwise, pushing them up, pressing them down, squeezing them firmly, and then gradually moving my hand down, gently touching them. When my hand slowly wandered to below Xiaomin's navel, I could hear Xiaomin moaning and feel her body shifting and her skin contracting. I unbuckled Xiaomin's belt. I knew my blood was boiling, my heart was racing. The excitement was indescribable. This time, I

didn't need to take off all my pants, and I didn't need to take mine off completely either; just down to my knees would be enough. My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to burst into flames; I figured I could easily hang a shoe on it while standing up. I pressed my buttocks forward, and my penis touched Xiaomin's penis from behind. Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs from downstairs. My hand trembled, and I immediately stopped. The sound was getting closer and closer; they were about to come up. I quickly coughed a few times in my usual way to let him know there were people upstairs and he shouldn't come up. Good heavens, why wasn't coughing working? Wasn't this the signal we all agreed on? The footsteps didn't stop because of my coughing; instead, they kept getting closer, thumping up the stairs. We were going crazy, incredibly nervous, our minds racing with thoughts: What if it's a teacher?

What if it's a classmate we know? What if a classmate sees us?… In an instant, my penis went limp. I quickly covered our bodies and Xiaomin's face with the blanket, pretending to be asleep.

Let fate decide, we couldn't worry about anything else. The footsteps were right beside us, and my girlfriend and I both "stopped our heartbeats," holding our breath. We awaited what was to come…

"The End"

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