The love affairs of a 15-year-old junior high school girl

In my final year of junior high, I became very close to a girl in my class. What started as

playful banter during breaks escalated into walking her home after evening self-study. Our relationship grew increasingly intimate; it was probably my first love.
I was only 15 then, and it was the first time I'd had such a close relationship with a girl. I was incredibly nervous every time we were together, which still seems funny to me now.

We lived relatively close, and sometimes we'd take walks in a quiet alley near our homes. She had a great figure, large, hemispherical breasts, slender legs, and fair skin. Her school uniform consisted of a white shirt and a sky-blue skirt. Perhaps because of her firm breasts, her clothes were always a little wrinkled on the sides, but smooth in the middle.

Maybe they were stretched taut? I secretly glanced at her breasts, and my penis unconsciously hardened. I was very embarrassed, afraid she'd see the bulge in my sweatpants, so I had to lean forward slightly and walk with a stoop. I wonder if she noticed.

After wandering the alleys more often, I grew bolder, but it was still just holding her close and gently kissing her face. Her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and elastic, so I got mischievous and hugged her tighter and tighter, her breasts pressed against my chest, the hemispheres becoming flattened.

Stroking her back, even through her school uniform, I could feel how smooth her skin was. Once, after a hug, we continued to wander aimlessly in the alleys. She blushed a little and said, "Yours... is so long."

My mind went blank, and I was very embarrassed. It must have been because my penis had been pressing against her while I was hugging her, and she noticed. After similar things happened repeatedly, I became even bolder, haha.

At that time, the school required everyone to stay at school for evening self-study. After self-study ended at 8 o'clock, she and I would walk home together.

One day after self-study, we didn't go straight home, but went to wander in that alley again. The houses on both sides of that alley were villas, mostly inhabited by overseas Chinese and the like, who didn't come back often, so it was rare to see anyone walking around. So, under the dim streetlights, it was just the two of us.

I leaned against one of the lamps, hugging her from behind, my face pressed against her shoulder-length hair. I could see her chest rising and falling. She was still wearing a white shirt that day, and although I could feel the school uniform was quite loose around her waist, her chest felt a little tight.

The school uniform was white and rather thin, and under the dim streetlights, the pattern of her bra was faintly visible. I swallowed hard; my penis was already pressing restlessly against her waist, my temples throbbing, and I felt a little dazed. Although I was worried she would get angry, my hands still couldn't help but sneakily move upwards from her waist.

She clearly felt my hands moving and looked down at them. I was extremely nervous, but my hands kept moving upwards. My thumb had already touched something slightly hard, probably the bottom edge of her bra. My intentions were completely exposed. She was still looking, without saying a word, her chest heaving. For a moment, the air froze.

I was caught in a bind, and without thinking, I grabbed her full breasts with both hands.

The feeling at that moment is unforgettable; an extremely soft and elastic sensation rushed from my fingertips to my cerebral cortex, accompanied by a delicate fragrance… Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed my hands, like a slap in the face, instantly making me extremely uneasy. What was wrong with her?

Did she dislike what I was doing? Did she think I was being indecent?

Many guesses flashed through my mind in a split second. From behind, I saw her head down, holding my hands, as if watching me. I dared not move.

Suddenly, she placed my hands back on her breasts, her small hands still gripping mine. The summer school uniform was so thin; I could feel that under her uniform wasn't a bra, but a small tank top. My courage grew, and I squeezed her breasts with my fingers together; the feeling of their elasticity made me dizzy! Unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand and slowly began to knead it on her breasts. I loosened my grip, and as she gently massaged her breasts, my penis became very hard, as if something was leaking from the tip. I was losing control, and my lower body began to rub against her coccyx in rhythm with her movements.

At that moment, I felt something hard pressing against my palm, and as I slowly massaged her breasts, that hard thing wiggled along with it. Although I was somewhat out of my mind, I still had common sense. Her hand slowly loosened, and my heart pounded even harder. My hands left her chest and slipped under her school uniform. First, I touched her waist, a smooth sensation. I reached up and touched her vest. It was pure cotton. She tilted her head back, looking at me with a half-smile, a blush on her cheeks. I bent over so that my hands could slip inside.

First, I lifted her tank top with my fingers and found it was elastic. Taking advantage of the moment, I pulled it up, and two warm mounds of flesh sprang into my palm. I almost suffocated.

Stroking her silky skin, I gently pinched her nipples. She let out a soft gasp. I pinched and played with them with my index finger and thumb. I realized how big a girl's nipples were—like peanuts, a little long, and the feel was different from a full breast. I couldn't resist pinching one. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and closed her eyes. I panicked a little and quickly asked if I had hurt her.

She smiled slightly and shook her head, still with her eyes closed, and whispered, "It feels good, keep going." So I kneaded her breasts with my palms, pinching her nipples with my fingers, my movements gradually becoming bolder, pushing her nipples up and down, or gently pulling them outwards. I remember when I did this, she bit her lip, her arms around my neck tightening... I pinched her nipples, kissing her neck incessantly, and she moaned softly. Blood surged through my brain, the whole world receded like a tide, leaving only our heartbeats. I suddenly turned her around, pressed her against the wall, and we faced each other. She... Her gaze was unfocused, her hair somewhat disheveled. I unbuttoned her blouse, and the cotton vest I lifted revealed a pair of fleshy mounds. Two pink nipples stood proudly erect, with a few fine hairs on the areolas. I grabbed her breasts without hesitation, the nipples peeking out from between my fingers. I pressed my index and middle fingers together, rubbing them incessantly. The nipples rubbed against her areolas, and she let out a soft moan from deep within her throat. Her hands roamed around my waist, caressing my lower abdomen.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her hand touched the head of my penis. Like a jolt of cold lightning, I grabbed her small hand and pressed it against my penis. Even through my pants, she was still slowly exploring. She slowly grasped my penis. Still unsatisfied, I grabbed her hand again and quickly shoved it into my underwear.

Her small hand, like a piece of cool silk, gently held my shaft, giving my burning lower body a cooling sensation. Thick fluid oozed from my glans, smearing it on her wrist. A sudden, inexplicable urge surged through me; I gripped her breasts, lowered my head, and bit down on her nipple. She suppressed a gasp, then groaned.

I used all my strength to suckle her pink nipple, teasing it with my tongue between sucks, and biting hard on the areola with my teeth.

I suddenly lifted... She bit my nipple, and I couldn't help but grip her penis tightly. I almost lost my mind, holding her hand and stroking my penis repeatedly. My shaft was throbbing painfully, while my other hand vigorously kneaded her round breasts. I lowered my head and frantically sucked on her nipple, letting out a beast-like growl.

Her other hand gripped my shoulder tightly, biting her lower lip, making a sound that seemed like a sob. Her breasts exuded a strong fragrance, and I couldn't help but press my face against her right breast, feeling the slight warmth of her skin.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation ran down my scalp, and a twitch came from my tailbone; my penis trembled violently.

She instinctively gripped my penis, a suppressed spasm seeming to come from ancient times. I ejaculated violently, spurting hot semen onto her hands. She was somewhat panicked, but still held onto my penis tightly.

A dizzying wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I held her slender waist, my head resting heavily on her breasts, which I had squeezed until they were slightly red…

I can't remember how I got home that day. I lied, saying I had gone to help the teacher. I didn't pay attention in class, often sleeping, but I was a decent student, and apart from the strict English teacher, I was quite familiar with the other teachers, so sometimes I would help them correct papers or something.

My mother naturally believed me. Until I went to sleep, the image of us caressing each other kept replaying in my mind, hazy and indistinct. I hastily did some exercises, whether it was math or physics, whether I got them right or wrong, or even if I did them at all, I had no idea. I kept doubting whether it had really happened; it all seemed too fast, too unreal.

I'm usually a respectable person, always deferential to girls, so why do I seem a bit off when I'm with her?

The more I think about it, the more confused I get. In my hazy state, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, like a white jade plate, with wisps of green silk spreading out, like the green vines summoned by a druid…

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