An Unregrettable First Love

Seeing many people share their real experiences, I'm also sharing mine. If you find it relatable, please upvote.
I was precocious; I knew I liked girls from a young age, understood the differences between men and women, and would feel shy around pretty girls. Around age 13, a mischievous friend mysteriously invited me to his house. I didn't know what was going on, but he whispered, "There's something interesting."
I went with him, and he closed all the windows, drew the curtains, locked the door, and turned on the TV and VCR. It was the first time I saw a naked woman; it was so bright and white. Later, I realized my gaze was greedy. I've forgotten the specifics, only that it was a foreign girl. Suddenly, I knew all the secrets between men and women. My friend and I stared at the screen,
feeling a fire rising within us, our mouths agape, our legs weak. We listened intently to every sound outside; at that time, even the slightest noise could make our hair stand on end. It turned out that my friend's father had seen it, but he hadn't hidden it well enough, and my friend found it and asked me to share it. I want to remind everyone, if you have children at home, please hide these things well.

From then on, when we walked past girls, we wouldn't even look at them. After they passed us, we'd practically try to see through their colorful clothes and skirts, and if we saw a girl with something on her chest, we'd keep guessing what she looked like.
Days like this went by, and we grew older. Our parents couldn't understand why we weren't studying hard. I think it was because half of our brains were occupied with these fantasies.
My studies were always mediocre, and I finally made it to high school. For the first two years, it was hopeless. The girls around me all seemed so studious, and I often looked at their tightly covered figures and let my imagination run wild. The turning point came in the third year. There was a girl, let's call her Ping, a year older than me,
19 at the time. For some reason, she would often sneak out after evening self-study and hang out with us boys. She wouldn't say anything, just sit quietly to the side.
I remember sometimes she would drink beer and smoke cigarettes with us. What I remember most vividly is her white dress under the moonlight, looking like a fairy. We didn't talk much back then. What surprised me most was her drinking and smoking; it was rare for girls to do that at that time. As we got to know each other better, sometimes when I ran out of cigarettes, I would ask her to buy me some, and she agreed.
After the holidays, when most people went home, she came to my house with me. I later learned that her mother had passed away, and her father was her stepfather.
She really didn't want to go home. To this day, I don't know what my parents were thinking at the time. Out of respect for guests or out of face-saving, they didn't let me go out to work with them too early. It was just the two of us at home. At that time, I really wanted to sleep with her, but I didn't have the courage. She came to my house every few days, and one time when I called her for dinner,
she had her back to me. I slapped her bottom, and she let out a surprised moan, but there was no strong protest. That moan felt really good to me; the lack of strong protest meant I could do it again. Think about it, back then, how tempting a girl's plump bottom was for us! In our later interactions,
I often deliberately made her angry and then retaliated, the biggest being to spank her bottom—not really hitting, but actually touching. After being retaliated against, she would continue to verbally "pressure" me, and I would continue spanking her bottom… Looking back now, it feels a bit like playing house. Did she want to be spanked too? It was quite a feat
to be that bold back then. These nerve-wracking days lasted for a while, and I grew bolder and bolder, even pinning her down without strong resistance. Finally, once again, I couldn't suppress my desire any longer. During a playful moment, I pretended to tickle her armpits, my hand rubbing back and forth along the curves of her chest. She just laughed, struggling internally for a long time, but ultimately didn't have the courage to put my hand inside. However, that stimulation was enough to make my face burn. The next day, I used the same trick again,
pinning her down and tickling her. I thought to myself, "What the hell?" Suddenly, I slipped my hand inside her clothes and quickly ran it back and forth a few times. My palm could clearly feel the plump, fleshy mounds. "Screw it," I thought, "grab them!" My hand suddenly slipped into her bra, and I felt the fullness. She screamed and stopped moving. I seized the opportunity and clumsily started kneading dough, left side,
right side... Now that I'd done this, I figured she wouldn't object to kissing me. So, we kissed. In less than five minutes, I was incredibly aroused. I let her go to pee, savoring the moment, feeling blissful, ecstatic. In the days that followed, we gradually explored each other's bodies. Each time was incredibly ecstatic, especially when her hand timidly grasped my soul. I felt the entire universe surrounding me, and I possessed immense power.
Six years after my first time watching a DVD, I finally touched that mysterious place with my own hands. When my gentle fingers entered her secret passage, I felt the force in my soul increase significantly, and the speed increase. I also unleashed my speed. When she gestured for me to be on top of her, I whispered in her ear, "We can't do this yet." Actually, I really wanted to, but who knows why I thought of responsibility at that moment. After hearing that, she pressed her burning body tightly against mine,
clinging to me like an octopus. We spent several more months like this, touching and groping. During that time, I was full of energy every day, rushing to school early and returning home late, wanting only to be with her. I was very happy. Later, I realized that I had fallen in love with her, loved her as a person, loved everything she gave me, and was willing to give myself to her. Finally, one day, during our intimate moment, I placed my soul on her naked belly. The friction of our bodies made me want to touch her vulva. Gentle friction, heavy breathing—I only remember her body moving.
Suddenly, something caught my soul; half of my head was trapped in a narrow space. I knew where I was. My throat tightened, and I no longer cared about who the emperor was. I thrust forward, almost crying out. What a feeling! A thousand thoughts gathered in my head. She also let out a soft "ah" and stopped writhing violently. All those who have experienced this should know that no
matter how pleasurable it is later, it will never surpass the first time, because that's when your whole soul flies away. I thought: Since it's come to this, let's continue. I imitated the movements deep in my mind, two thrusts and two withdrawals, and it was over. At the time, I was thinking, "Will it always be like this, finished in just a few strokes? Why are the videos on the tapes so long?"
Combining my own experience, I've seen many people post about their first time being very vigorous, which seems very fake. The first time, my deepest memory is that we were both burning hot all over.
Not long after, I missed that ecstatic feeling and wanted to do it again. This time, I had no inhibitions; we were both completely immersed. We both crossed the final line, and I succumbed again in a few minutes. But the ecstatic feeling was wonderful. Luckily, I hadn't managed it well the first two times, ejaculating inside her, thankfully preventing a second time. After those two times, I wanted to continue, but Ping wouldn't let me. I was burning with desire and asked her why, but
she wouldn't answer. No matter how much I teased her, she wouldn't open her legs. I didn't want to force her, so we remained in this stalemate. At other times, we were inseparable. I can't remember how long it was before we went to a classmate's rented apartment to hang out and listen to music. Other classmates liked to go there too. That day was the weekend, and everyone else had gone home to get some nutrition, leaving
just the two of us. The apartment was quite secluded; a bachelor who rented the other side was also out. It was afternoon, and Ping was wearing a white dress. I touched Ping's thigh; it was moist, with that unique elasticity of a woman's skin and fat. I couldn't resist and insisted on having sex with her, but she resolutely refused. The apartment was right next to the road, and although there weren't many people passing by, the windows were large, and it was daytime, so she was afraid. This time, I simply couldn't take off her clothes.
I had no choice but to pull out my hard member and place it between her legs. Amid her struggles, I flipped her panties aside and found my desired spot through that small slit. While we were doing it, the bachelor returned. He even ran in through the door, and I said to him, "Believe it or not, I'll kill you! What are you looking at?" He left with a strange expression. This time, much
later, Ping told me that the first two times she experienced a lot of pain, so she assumed it would always be like that, which was why she didn't want me to do it that way. I asked her if it hurt this time, and she said, "Strangely, it didn't hurt this time." After that, we did it frequently. As the college entrance exam approached, we often felt desperate and
sad. Besides studying, we often drank together, and after drinking, we continued our passionate encounter. I started coming home later and later, sometimes only every two or three days. We were always glued together.
(Here I want to thank the lazy auntie who looked after the girls' dormitory. All the girls in Ping's dormitory just ignored me when the curtains were drawn, giving me the most beautiful time of my life.) Because we both felt we were going to separate, we started to bicker. We had to focus on our studies while also trying to give and receive love. After these bickering sessions, which were usually when we were heartbroken,
our sadness combined, we could only make love passionately in Ping's dormitory, with the curtains drawn. We didn't care that the gaps in the curtains might reveal our cleavage, nor did we care that the light would make our every move visible. We only knew that we wanted to possess each other, wishing we could melt into one, and we could only try to keep the creaking of the bed as quiet as possible. That period was the most beautiful time of my life.
The days that followed were sweet, painful, sad, and short. On the last night before starting university, she stayed at my house, and we made love passionately once again
. During university, we were on opposite sides of the country, and our communication mainly relied on letters. During a long National Day holiday, I finally couldn't resist and went to her city. I found one of my best friends who was studying there, got his ID card, and used it to register a double room at a small hotel. The days felt long and unbearable. After dinner, it was already dark. I said goodbye to my best friend and
went to the hotel with Ping. Since we were both students and it was our first time in a big city, I told her the room number, and we went to the room one after the other. The room was very basic. Besides two beds and a tattered cabinet, there was basically nothing else. There was no TV or shower, but for me, it was already quite good; it provided us with space.
We talked together. We were tired from walking around all day. She had initially slept on the other bed, but I called her, and she came to my bed. It was very cold then, and we were both wearing sweaters and long johns. We huddled together, sharing stories of the months we'd been apart. I couldn't resist kissing her, my free hand wandering to her breasts.
Although I'd touched them countless times before, I never felt enough. The layers of clothing blocked my hands; it was cold without heating, so I didn't take off her clothes. From her breathing, I sensed her desire too. We didn't need words to communicate. I pulled down her pants; her legs were icy cold. I placed her legs between mine to warm them. We
hadn't seen each other for months, so my hands trembled with eagerness as I touched her. I gently caressed her vulva and pert bottom, occasionally inserting a finger lightly into her opening. I could feel her suppressed emotions; out of fear, she dared not make a sound, only letting the tension and relaxation of her muscles tell me she was enjoying it. My penis tightened with each stroke, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself if I didn't get on top soon.
Unable to resist any longer, I laid her down, rolled over onto her, and lightly touched her legs with my knee. She understood and parted her legs. I held my penis and gently rubbed it against the entrance of her vagina. Even just doing this, I almost lost control. When I began to penetrate deeper,
the feeling was so good, so intoxicating. It felt like all my senses were rushing to my lower body, and the rapid swallowing sounds and quick breathing from her throat made me feel intoxicated. I moved slowly back and forth,
using all my senses to savor this intoxicating moment. I remembered how vigorous the men on those DVDs were, and how much the women seemed to enjoy it. I also wanted to go all out, to let my Ping'er enjoy herself properly, but things rarely go as planned. Even though I was moving very slowly,
the sensation came quickly, and I quickly stopped moving, suppressing it. After repeating this several times, I realized how easily I became aroused. Now, I regret not considering her feelings. That feeling at the tip of the iceberg was really difficult to control.
I loved her buttocks. Before I could resist the temptation of pleasure any longer, I reached out and lifted her buttocks, allowing me to penetrate her deeply and have the closest possible contact with her. After several vigorous thrusts, I ejaculated. The day's fatigue prevented me from continuing, and I quickly fell asleep. For the next few days, although we were together, we didn't make love again.

The days that followed were realistic and cruel. That ecstasy left a hidden danger: she became pregnant. In that era,
in an age when everyone was still in school, this was absolutely unacceptable. I borrowed money from everyone I knew who I could. When we arrived in Ping'er's city, I sensed her panic. We felt alone and helpless, afraid to go to a large hospital, so we went to a small clinic. There, in that small clinic, I waited outside, overwhelmed with mixed emotions, my mind racing with countless thoughts.
When Ping'er came out, I saw her pale face. I didn't know how much she had suffered inside; her pale face said it all. My heart ached terribly. I hated myself for only seeking momentary pleasure, neglecting Ping'er, and making her suffer for my irresponsibility. I wanted to kill myself. Ping'er's eyes were vacant. I knew she wouldn't shed a tear, no matter how much she suffered,
because she had cried all her tears when her mother died. I waited for her punishment like a child who had made a grave mistake, but she only weakly told me it wasn't my fault. Yet,
I could feel that she no longer belonged to me, because her voice sounded ethereal, lacking its former tenderness. Because of the urgency, I had to return to my city.
I gave Ping'er all the money I had except for travel expenses, hoping she could recover. I even paid off a year's worth of debt for this. Although I often only ate steamed buns and drank plain water, I wasn't afraid. What I feared most was that Ping'er's heart would drift away. And
what I feared most came to pass. In the days that followed, Ping'er's letters became less and less frequent, until they stopped altogether.
I was lost and struggling. I didn't know why things had turned out this way. When I got home for the holidays, the first thing I did was go to her house to find her. I didn't see her the first year, nor the second year. In the third year, I saw her, but there was someone else with her, a tiny baby. She only looked at the baby,

and her answers to my questions seemed to come from nowhere. The child was hers, and she was already married. I left helplessly, unable to suppress my longing. During that time, I would often ride my bike for over ten kilometers in the dead of night to her house, just to catch a glimpse of her through the window.

Gradually, she faded from my sight, and we've had no contact since. In the years that followed, I was like a wolf—not a ferocious one, but a wounded one. I did whatever was crazy and exciting, and everything I did reminded me of her. Now I've forgotten how I gradually erased her from my heart. To this day,
everything that happened between us remains deep in my mind. Although I hated her so much that I hated women and thought I would never marry, that fate would never grant me a marriage,
after so many years of trials, I am now at peace. All that remains in my heart is gratitude towards her. I thank her for letting me escape the long-suppressed days that threatened to drive me to my doom, and for accompanying me through a period of what I considered a very happy time in
my life . I also hope that the hurt I caused her has faded with time. I wish her happiness now, as much as she is happier than when she was with me.
I have no regrets about this period of my life, because I once had such a splendid youth, and wrote a brilliant chapter in the long river of my life.
This is a place where no one knows me. I'm writing down a secret I've kept hidden in my heart for many years, freeing up a lock to lock away other things. I'm grateful to the forum for creating this platform. Dear readers, when sharing my secret, please remember to properly educate your children.
Never let them feel that their family is not warm enough. Also, please cherish your partner, think about their love for you, and think about the harm you have caused them.
I sincerely hope everyone has a happy and fulfilling family life!
[The End]

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