My romantic experiences from elementary to middle school

There's not much to remember about elementary school. It was just school, homework, and then back to school. It was a truly miserable childhood. Back then, there was no concept of reducing the burden on elementary and middle school students. Teachers were like old witches, trying to steal all your time, assigning an insane amount of homework. When I was in third grade, I did homework until 3 AM, filling three notebooks and still wasn't finished. I was so tired and anxious that I cried. In the end, I still didn't finish, and I was punished by standing at school. As a result, almost everyone in my class stood for the four morning classes. When I was in elementary school, my grandfather was the principal of a middle school in our area. Although there wasn't as much corruption back then, my family was relatively well-off, and my mother knew how to dress me well. I was also quite good-looking, so I became the flag bearer for the school's marching band. I was incredibly cool back then, and many boys passed me notes—you could call them love letters. Unfortunately, I was too proud to like any of them.

When I entered middle school, I gained a basic understanding of sex, and boys started circulating pornographic books in class. I secretly read some too. My first masturbation experience was probably in my third year of junior high. I read some erotic novels and lay in bed that night feeling incredibly hot and my vagina was terribly wet and sticky. I squeezed my legs together and, without any instruction, instinctively reached down. Oh my god, the feeling was indescribable! I was so wet, my underwear was completely soaked, and my butt crack was full of water. My first relationship was also in my third year of junior high, with the school heartthrob from the next class. Our relationship lasted for over a month, right before the high school entrance exam. We slept in the same bed, cuddled, kissed, and touched, but never had sex. We were both timid and scared; he always touched me. Then he pressed his hard penis against my lower abdomen, and I got wet, and he ejaculated. After the high school entrance exam, we rode our bikes to the countryside. At a reservoir near our place, in the middle of the day when no one was around, we kissed again, completely naked. After kissing and touching for a while, he would press my head towards his penis… We'd read the same pornographic book that described oral sex. I knew what he wanted me to do, and since I liked him then, I didn't think twice and just took it in. I wasn't a virgin, yet I did oral sex… a life turned upside down. After taking it in and recovering, I started gagging. The taste… fishy, foul, and astringent. My first time doing oral sex was so tragic. I washed my penis in the reservoir for ages, removing the smegma, but I still did oral sex for him. It must have been wholehearted love. He even ejaculated on my face, and some in my mouth too. Of course, back then there wasn't such a thing as oral sex or facial ejaculation; he couldn't hold it in. It was also the first time I tasted semen, and I immediately vomited.

Later, in high school, I naturally went to the same school as my grandfather, while he went to another one. High school life was tense and boring; everyone was busy preparing for the college entrance exam. At first, we wrote letters to each other, but then that gradually stopped. I ran into him again during the 2015 Chinese New Year. He was still so fair-skinned, with his two daughters at a KFC, a happy and warm scene. Our eyes met, memories flooded back, and we just smiled at each other. Perhaps it was awkwardness, or perhaps it was the presence of our child. Life is always full of losses and missed opportunities, leaving behind memories that are either beautiful or tragic. I thought of many possibilities. If he contacted me and wanted to have sex with me, I would definitely agree, let him do as he pleased, and make up for the incompleteness of our youthful love. I

lost my virginity for the first time in high school, during the summer vacation of my junior year. A boy from a vocational school in our area came to our school to fight, saw me, and started pursuing me. At that time, he had a middle-part hairstyle like Aaron Kwok, smoked a cigarette, and waited for me at the school gate every day. Bad boys always have a strange attraction for women, so from dislike, shyness, and helplessness, I went from being arm in arm with him, skipping school, and we started dating, secretly. Back then, pornographic videos had already reached the video arcades in our small county. The first time he took me to see one… When I lifted the curtain and stepped into the screening room, I was stunned, truly dumbfounded. The big screen was showing a European or American film. A blonde woman was licking a man's penis—it was huge! I couldn't believe there could be so many different ways to have sex. Could you lick the anus? That's where you poop! How could a woman be fucked by 2-3! 3-4! 4-5-6-7… men like that?! My God, the woman was screaming, no, screaming! Her bodily fluids were gushing out! My God… my imagination about sex completely collapsed! After that, we would occasionally sneak off to watch porn with him. We'd sit in a corner, he'd get hard, and I'd get wet, but we didn't dare do anything else. Porn parlors are so eye-catching; even if we were sitting in a corner, people would still turn their heads to look. The most awkward time was when they checked tickets. The parlor always checked tickets once in the afternoon, and as soon as the lights came on, I'd quickly lie on his lap. His penis was hard, pressing against my face, making me dizzy.

Summer vacation came, and he lived with his grandmother. The old lady was often not home in the afternoons, so he took me to his room. We chatted and laughed all the way. The moment we entered, he grabbed me from behind, lifted my skirt, and tore at my clothes. I cooperated. We didn't say a word, only heavy breathing. When he penetrated me, it hurt a little, like the pain of a penicillin skin test. There wasn't much bleeding. When we did it, I looked at his penis; there was only a faint trace of blood on the glans. Of course, he ejaculated quickly, inside me, quite a lot. I didn't experience much pleasure, let alone an orgasm. I just felt a slight pain down there, and my vagina felt sticky and warm. It was completely different from what you see on TV and in movies. After we finished, he didn't say anything about taking responsibility for me or being good to me for life. I didn't ask for anything either, and we just laughed and joked around as usual. A little while later, I deliberately teased him, and when he got hard, I didn't let him have sex with me again. It hurt, so I masturbated him twice [emoji]. Maybe I was lucky that day, or maybe my period had just ended, but thankfully I wasn't pregnant. If he had really gotten pregnant, my life would be over, and I wouldn't be sitting here quietly and secretly writing this to share with everyone. Our relationship lasted about six months. It was my senior year of high school, the college entrance exam was approaching, and I needed to focus. He would occasionally contact me, mainly for sex. He was graduating from vocational school and needed to work, while I was focused on the exam. My studies were too stressful, and I needed to relax. Around that time, I seemed to enjoy sex and accepted his facials and oral sex. I gradually got used to the taste of his semen and began to experience the pleasure of orgasm. We rarely used condoms because neither of us liked them; they were uncomfortable. Even now, I don't like men using condoms with me. We always use withdrawal, and if he accidentally ejaculates inside, I'd rather take birth control pills.

This was my first man, a street-smart guy who turned me from a girl into a woman, gave me desire, and gave me orgasms. Then, nothing more. We lost contact without a reason, without a farewell. Everyone felt it was natural. Maybe my family noticed. Eventually, you'll get your shoes wet if you walk by the river too often. Under pressure, I felt it was time to end it, so I did. There's nothing to say. There was no sadness, no reluctance. My first man simply disappeared from my life. Maybe it's just my personality.

College entrance exam, estimated scores, college applications. Failed the exam, high school. Everyone went their separate ways, scattered across the country. A few exam papers forever divided people into different classes. I did well, getting into a university in XA—at least a second-tier one, I suppose. My family was very satisfied, and so was I. I was leaving home; I was about to take flight, I was about to be free!!

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