The Secret of Three Girlfriends

As a new writer, please bear with me if my writing isn't good. I'm writing about my own secrets, secrets that have always been in my heart. Sharing them now is a way of letting go of the burdens of the past. The key is authenticity; every story and detail is based on my personal experience. If you find it dry or a bit long-winded

, please bear with me. This post was first published on a sex forum. Growing up in a strict family, I had very little exposure to sex. I remember one summer in my first year of junior high, it was so hot that I was in my parents' room at night with the air conditioning on. They were chatting, and I was thinking about what to do with my friends the next day, and I fell asleep without realizing it. I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly heard noises. I was sleeping on the floor, and they were in bed. Not knowing what was going on, I didn't dare make a sound. By the moonlight, I saw my mother on top of my father, and then I heard the bed moving. I didn't know what was happening; I just felt very strange because I didn't understand what sex was back then. As I grew older, I learned about the adult world from my classmates' casual conversations, and from then on, I couldn't stop. My

first girlfriend was someone I met at a tutoring center. Because my class was the top class, my average grades required constant improvement, so I enrolled in the most famous tutoring center nearby, Xinghuo. That's where I met my first girlfriend, let's call her Xiaowen. Xiaowen was very innocent, but I was even more innocent. Our relationship started with whispering during class. While the teacher lectured, we chatted. She was bad at math but good at English, while I was bad at English but good at math. So, we were quite mischievous back then. We discussed math formulas during English class and English grammar during math class. Our shared rebelliousness made us like each other, so on the last day of the tutoring program, I confessed my feelings. She subtly agreed. That night, I took her hand and walked her home. Touching her soft, delicate hand for the first time, I was overwhelmed with desire. I went home and sang Dao Lang's "Lover" for two hours straight. But fate played a cruel trick. On the third day of summer vacation, she moved away from that small city, and she never appeared at the tutoring center again. If you ask me why I didn't call her, it's because my family didn't have a telephone back then, and cell phones weren't common, so we couldn't contact each other. My innocent first love ended so quickly.

We met again in the first semester of my first year of high school. I came to study at a high school in the provincial capital. On my first day, I was in charge of registering new students. I saw Xiaowen's name on the enrollment list of the class next door. Or rather, Xiaowen's name, since they had the same surname. I thought it was a mistake on the new student registration list, and I thought I would see her again. To be honest, my heart was pounding at that moment. During the freshman orientation, I frantically searched for her in the next class, but of course, I couldn't find her. The next day, I secretly went to the next class to inquire, and they told me the truth: the person I was looking for was actually a boy; it was just that their names sounded the same, and the name on the roster was correct. I felt like God was playing a cruel joke on me. Later, I became good friends with Xiaowen, and I told him my story. The saying "fate plays tricks on people" is really true. He told me that they were classmates in junior high school, and although he didn't know where she was now, he could help me ask around. After several twists and turns, I finally found her. She was at the Fourth Middle School in the provincial capital, while I was at the Third Middle School. You might think that since it's only a name difference, they must be very close, but back then, it took two hours by bus to get there. I was already happy just to be able to go to her school and find out where she was. So I wrote her my first letter. The letter was very simple, so please don't get the wrong idea. I wrote that I would visit her when I had time. She replied that she would. I waited quietly until Saturday, and then I took Xiaowen with me to the Fourth Middle School to find her. We took a two-hour bus ride to the school, but they were still in class. So we went to her classroom. Her classmates were all looking at us, and we felt embarrassed, so we left and went to the stairwell. The waiting was finally agonizing. We waited until the bell rang, and then we got up to look for her. She came out to welcome us. I handed her some snacks that I had bought near the school, and she silently accepted them. Then she leaned against the balcony and chatted with Xiaowen. I listened from the side, and I felt very content. After a while, a tall, strong boy with a punk hairstyle came out of the back door of the classroom. He walked up to us with a grin, put his left arm around Xiaowen's shoulder, and asked, "Are they your friends?" Xiaowen was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. I froze, my heart pounding like a hammer. "Hello, I'm Xiaowen's boyfriend, Xiaowei. You guys chat first, I'm going inside to play cards." With that, she turned and walked into the classroom triumphantly. I was stunned, as if struck by lightning, speechless, only managing a few forced, awkward laughs. Xiaowen looked at me, wanting to say something but unable to. Finally, she said, "You guys go back first, I have to go to class soon," and turned back to the classroom. With a heavy heart, I left the Fourth Middle School after Xiaowen's attempts to comfort me. From then on, I lost all interest in studying. I frequented internet cafes, often skipped classes to fight, and picked up smoking and drinking. I couldn't understand why, why such a good girl like Xiaowen would like that hoodlum. I was furious. Later, she came to visit me at school, but we only exchanged a few words before she left. She left a deep wound in my heart.

It wasn't until my senior year of high school that I met my second girlfriend. I was only 19 years old then. One night, I took her back to her dorm on my electric scooter. When we got downstairs, she invited me to come up and warm up, saying it would be cold driving with the wind blowing. So I agreed. When we entered, the first thing I saw was a bunch of big Dawn posters covering the entire room. She asked me to sit down and poured me a cup of hot water. Since most students had gone home for the Chinese New Year during the winter break, there weren't many people in the dorm. There was a small TV. She turned it on for me to see. A midnight storytelling program was playing. We remained silent for a while. After a while, she said she was going to take a shower and asked me to sit for a bit. I didn't know whether I should leave. My heart was pounding, and I didn't know what I was thinking at the time. After about ten minutes, she came out of the shower, wearing a thick bath towel. Her pink arms were glistening with water droplets, and her beautiful face was framed by her wet, medium-length hair. I was stunned. I had never seen such a beautiful picture of her emerging from the bath. She chuckled but didn't say anything, continuing to show me. I turned away shyly to drink some water when I heard her voice. She came over and sat down next to me, silently taking my hand and placing it on her bare leg. I didn't dare move, but the woman's tender skin felt like an electric shock to my senses. She asked softly, "Do you like it?" I looked at her and nodded. "Come closer." So we sat close together, and she slowly touched my chest, moving downwards. My penis started to get erect, bulging against my pants. She laughed as she touched it through my pants, which felt uncomfortable, and the pants were digging in painfully. She slowly unzipped my pants, and I immediately felt a chill down there. Then a cold hand, slightly warm, grasped my penis. I shivered violently. She smiled and asked, "Are you cold?" I forced a smile and said I wasn't cold. She held my penis and pulled back the foreskin, revealing a bright red glans. Then, she took a sip of water from a cup with her left hand and slowly bent down to take it into her mouth. It felt wonderful; my lower body was warm, and there was something soft rubbing against it. I didn't dare move, and my breathing gradually became heavier. Finally, after three minutes, a surge of emotion erupted, and a lot of semen shot into her mouth. She didn't move and swallowed it all. After I finished, she even licked it clean before getting up. I don't know if it was because her mouth was tired or because she was shy, but her face was flushed, and she smiled and said, "You're so naughty, you got it in my mouth the first time." I opened my mouth but couldn't say anything. She told me to put my pants back on and asked if I wanted to stay a little longer. How could I dare stay any longer? I put on my pants and fled, then closed the door and went to bed. Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep, constantly thinking about the erotic scene from earlier. From then on, our relationship became closer. Every night I would go to her place and sit for a while, and she would try different ways to give me oral sex. Although I really wanted to do it with her, I didn't dare, afraid that I would get pregnant and cause a big disaster. So we only kissed, held hands, and did some ambiguous things.

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