My first impression... was terrible.

She was my first girlfriend, and I was her first boyfriend. While I was quite open-minded about sex, she was the complete opposite—a very conservative girl. Therefore, at the beginning of our relationship, I thought that before marriage, we'd only go as far as physical intimacy; I never imagined we'd have sex so quickly. The night we became boyfriend and girlfriend, I kissed her on the mountain.

It was our first kiss, and although I was quite nervous, I tried to remain calm on the outside; she, on the other hand, was clearly flustered, frozen in place, unsure what to do. For some reason, I slowly moved my hands down from her shoulders, gliding them along her back, stopping at her alluring buttocks. I was a little nervous then, after all, it was only the first day, and I didn't know if she would accept it, or if she would just walk away… But her reaction calmed me down a bit. When my palm touched the curve of her buttocks, she trembled slightly, but there was no obvious resistance.

Perhaps she was stunned and didn't know how to react? I slowly caressed her buttocks, occasionally giving them a gentle squeeze, feeling her firm, bouncy bottom. She buried her face in my chest without a word; I thought, if there were light, I could see her flushed cheeks. As for me, I only felt a surge of heat in my lower abdomen, my penis throbbing painfully inside my jeans. My hands unconsciously tightened, pulling her closer, forgetting that my hands were on her buttocks. As a result, the moment my lower abdomen touched her private parts through the fabric, my penis hardened even more, my heart pounded faster, and I wondered what she was thinking. Nervously, I released my grip, and she took the opportunity to pull slightly away from

me . That night, we both blushed as we descended the mountain in a strange atmosphere. Later, I grew bolder, and my hands were never idle when I embraced and kissed her. At first, I only dared to roam her back and buttocks, but gradually I began to caress her breasts through her clothes. At that time, I only felt that her breasts were so elastic and felt so comfortable to touch. And every time I increased the pressure on her breasts, her expression of biting her lip and furrowing her brows was so cute. However, she still seemed a little scared, only daring to hold me still.

Two weeks later, on a weekend, I took her to Xitou. That night, as usual, I held her and kissed her, my hands becoming increasingly unruly. When my palm covered her chest, my heart suddenly raced. The touch was different from before… softer… It turned out she hadn't put on a bra after showering, and she knew I had noticed. A blush rose to her face, utterly captivating.

I boldly slipped my hand inside her clothes, pressing it against her skin, gradually moving upwards from her lower abdomen. When I touched the lower edge of her breast, I couldn't wait to grasp her entire breast. Only then did I realize that her breasts were larger than they appeared from the outside. Even with my hand spread wide as much as I could, I could only cover about two-thirds of them, and the softness of direct contact was so much better than feeling them through a layer of clothing! As I kissed her, my hands kneaded her breasts. I could clearly feel her nipples hardening, their softness giving way to a firm texture in my palms. During our passionate kiss, she occasionally let out a soft moan, her body swaying involuntarily.

My body temperature rose, and my penis, not to be outdone, began to rise. Suddenly, I stripped down to my underwear and impulsively asked, "How about you take off your clothes and sleep with me?" She hesitated, then shook her head, saying, "No, we haven't known each other long. You... through your clothes... or just touch me like this, okay?" I persisted, "It's okay, I've already touched you, and I won't do anything to you..."

She lowered her head slightly, pushing me away gently, and said in a very low voice, "You've already done something to me..." I snapped angrily, blurting out, "Fine, I knew it! You don't trust me at all! Fine, if you don't want it, you don't want it! What's the big deal?" She kept her head down, silent. I turned away angrily and buried myself under the covers.

Ten minutes passed, neither of us moved. I remained under the covers, while she sat on the other side of the bed, outside. Thinking about it, I realized I'd gone too far. It's only been two weeks; no wonder I'd scared her. It's a rare treat to go out, so it's best to have a good time and not make things awkward. Besides, there's always next time. And besides, that rascal in my lower abdomen had gone home to sleep, clearly bored.

I made up my mind to climb out of the covers and apologize. Just as I poked my head out, the light suddenly went out, followed by darkness. Then I heard her climb into bed. She'd turned off the light. "I…" I began, but then I heard her small voice: "You really won't do anything to me?" Now it was my turn to be stunned. What was she planning? "Is that right?" "Mmm…" I mumbled a blank "Mmm." Her voice was still soft as she said, "Then...you go to bed first..."

I obediently lay back down on the bed. In the dim moonlight, I could vaguely see her figure, untying her clothes. T-shirt...shorts...wow!!! She even took off her underwear! My little rascal was awakened from his slumber again...After she got into bed and crawled under the covers, I eagerly wanted to pull her into my arms, but she pushed me away with her hand and whispered, "You promised, you can't do anything to me." "Yeah, just holding you, touching you..."

"Yeah..." She let go of my hand, and I pulled her into my arms, feeling her smooth skin. It was the first time I had held her body so unhindered. Our chests were pressed together, and I could feel her body temperature rising slightly, and the rise and fall of her chest caused by her rapid breathing due to nervousness.

My hands slid down her thick, long hair from her neck along her spine, the soft and elastic feeling making my heart race. I stroked her rounded buttocks and gave them a playful pinch. She cried out, "Ah!" and immediately said shyly, "Stop it! Don't pinch me like that!"

I stuck out my tongue and said, "It's just a touch, what's the big deal?" "You're so mean!" she cried, burying her face in my chest and falling silent. I gently pressed my fingers against her skin, moving them from her buttocks down her outer thighs to her inner thighs. I took a deep breath and asked myself, should I continue moving upwards? Or should I stop here and not let her think I was being too presumptuous? Exhaling the breath I had been holding, I withdrew my hand and moved it back to her back, embracing her. "Sleep well," I said to her.

Just as I had told myself, as long as we were together, there was plenty of time, no need to rush. I let her rest her head on my hand, and we fell asleep in each other's arms... I woke up in the middle of the night, gazing at her sleeping face, finding her more and more adorable. I secretly kissed her cheek. She hummed in agreement, turned over, and remained undisturbed. A thought suddenly occurred to me: "I'll sneak a peek, maybe touch her a little, as long as I don't wake her, it should be fine, right?"

I slowly got off the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, moved to her side, and gently pulled back the blanket. Good, she wasn't startled. Her turn had placed her face up, allowing me to examine her naked body closely. This was the first time I'd seen her completely naked in the light!

Her breasts were firm; although their height decreased slightly when she lay down, they didn't sag, maintaining their original graceful shape. Her nipples, perhaps due to the air conditioning, were noticeably erect, and the skin around her areolas was flushed. The descriptions of them as "cherries that make you want to swallow them whole," as often used in romance novels and erotic literature, perfectly captured this scene.

I moved my gaze downwards, skipping her waist and going straight to her most mysterious lower abdomen. Her pubic hair was slightly long, but not sparse, forming a small oval shape on her mons pubis. With a trembling excitement, I reached out and stroked the long, soft tuft of hair. The texture was the same as her hair, giving a comfortable feeling, completely different from touching my own (seems obvious, right?).

Slowly, I parted her legs, and her private parts were finally fully revealed before my eyes! Perhaps because her legs had been pressed together earlier, her labia were pressed together. I swallowed hard and gently opened the door with my fingers. But because of the backlight, I didn't dare turn on the main light, and all I saw was darkness…

At this moment, the heat rising in my lower abdomen became almost unbearable. I steeled myself, thinking, "Let's just go for it!" I pulled down my remaining underwear, and, holding my already erect penis, nervously and slowly pushed my lower body towards her. To avoid waking her, I had to brace my hands on the bed board next to her waist. In order to attack effectively, I had to use my waist to support my hips. Oh my god, that was really tiring... But what does it matter if I'm tired, I have to achieve my goal.

Finally, after a long and drawn-out process (which felt incredibly long), the moment of climax arrived! I thrust hard! Oh my god, it hurt! Her vagina was narrow and tight, and without proper foreplay and lubrication, I got stuck as soon as I touched it, the pain making me want to scream. Enduring the pain, I pulled back slightly, preparing to regroup and try again. But when I looked up, I saw her two big eyes staring at me.

"I...this...I just...I..." For a moment, I didn't know how to explain. She didn't say anything, just got up, put on her clothes, climbed back onto the bed, and turned her back. Startled, all my desire vanished, and I didn't dare to speak. I obediently put on my clothes and huddled on the other side of the bed, not daring to approach her. The next day, I had no interest in playing around and went back down the mountain early in the morning.

For the next week or so, although we still met regularly, she always intentionally or unintentionally kept a small distance from me, and I didn't dare to get too close to her, not even to kiss her. Several times I tried to apologize to her, but she always changed the subject whenever I brought it up. Her tone was also overly polite, not at all like something a boyfriend and girlfriend should be doing.

One weekend, she suddenly asked to stay overnight at my place. I agreed, but I felt uneasy, not knowing what she was thinking. That evening, I waited for her to shower and change in front of her dorm, ready to take her to my room. Watching her walk out of the dorm, her breasts bounced particularly boldly, clearly not wearing a bra. My little tail started to stir again, my eyes glued to those bouncy, undulating orbs. "Hey, what are you looking at?" Her tone, unlike the overly polite tone of the past few days, returned to its usual liveliness. "N-nothing…" I stammered. "Then hurry up and go, what are you standing here for?" "Oh…okay." "

I rent a place from my god-sister. It's an apartment, about 30 square meters. I live alone, so I only have to pay for utilities, saving on rent. It's quite comfortable. Today is her first time here.

'Wow! This place is huge! You live alone? That's great!' she exclaimed excitedly as she entered. 'Oh…yes, because my sister and her family live elsewhere, I'm all alone here.' 'Hmm, that'll be fun tonight,' she said with a smile.

Huh? Fun? What does she mean? She grabbed a cushion from the sofa, turned on the TV, and started flipping through channels, looking for a show she liked. I sat down a little distance away from her. I stared at her, somewhat dazed." I hadn't noticed before because it was dark, but she was wearing a white, wide-necked t-shirt. Her slightly upturned nipples made two small bulges on the fabric, which were particularly alluring. She was wearing a mini-skirt, not too short, about 20 centimeters above the knee, but because she was sitting,

the hem was pulled up a bit, just covering the bottom edge of her underwear, which was incredibly tempting. Her smooth, rounded legs, crossed, sent out seductive messages. Simply put, after receiving these stimulations, my penis was already irresistibly erect. How wonderful it would be to possess her body and be united with her…

"Hello!" A loud voice rang in my ears, pulling me back to reality from my reverie. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, blinking her big eyes. "N-nothing…" I answered guiltily. "Oh, really nothing?" She gave a sly smile and said, "Then, what's this?" Her gaze was focused on the bulge in my pants.

"That's…it's…" I didn't know how to answer. "You're thinking about that day again, aren't you?" she said, her face hardening. I lowered my head and remained silent. Sigh, she's still angry. What should I do? "Ha~" she leaned closer, "Don't make that face. I was really angry that day because you didn't keep your promises... but I'm not angry anymore, otherwise I wouldn't be here." "

Oh..." "Hey, cheer up!" she patted my head, "I have a question for you..." "What?" I asked weakly. Although she said she wasn't angry anymore, I still couldn't completely relax. "You guys... do you... all want to assault girls?" What kind of question is that? I answered cautiously, "Well... not really. Some people do, some don't. It depends on individual sexual attitudes and the person you're with, and..." "Then..." she interrupted, "Did you ever think like that before?" "

Sometimes I would..." "And have you ever... done *that* with anyone?" "She asked curiously. "No! I'm still a virgin..." "

Oh, I see," she continued, "Then what happened to you that day?" "Me? That day it was because...your body was too tempting, so...that's why..." I blushed and couldn't finish my sentence. "And today?" She deliberately puffed out her chest and said with a smile, "Will you want to today?"

Looking at her two protruding breasts and the cleavage I could see through her neckline, my face turned even redder, and my lower body had already answered the question for me. "Then...how about we try it?" I almost fell off my chair! "You...you...you're joking! This isn't funny at all!" I said to her in a panic.

"Who's joking with you?" she pouted and said, "I finally mustered up the courage to say it, and you're like this..." "No...no, but you used to...now...this...is too sudden..." I hadn't recovered yet. “I was hesitant to do that before we got married. My mom kept telling me I couldn’t let guys touch me, which is why I reacted that way that day. But…” She paused, then continued, “From the moment you started touching me through my clothes, I got a little excited. I often found myself wet down there when I got back to my dorm…”

Her face flushed, and her voice trembled slightly. “That day, you put your hand directly on my skin, and I trembled with excitement. My heart was racing, and I felt all hot… But because you promised not to mess around with anyone, yet you secretly got up in the middle of the night to… that’s why I got angry. But these past few days, I’ve noticed… that feeling… I’m getting more and more… I…”

She lowered her head more and more, her voice growing softer and softer. At this point, I roughly understood what was going on. I hugged her and asked, “Do you feel a little comfortable, but also a little uncomfortable and hot?” She nodded. “You mean… you’ve never masturbated?” She gently shook her head.

I pulled her onto my lap, stroking her back as I asked, "So, that's why you dressed like this today, trying to seduce me...you know?" "You're so naughty! I...I'm too embarrassed to say it..." Her face flushed even more. "Have you...made up your mind? You won't regret it?" She kept her head down, not answering.

Okay, although she'd just said a bunch of random things, I really doubted whether she even knew what she was saying, but at least I was certain she wouldn't refuse my advances tonight. And I didn't need to lie to myself. Although I was initially startled by her drastic change in attitude, I was already aroused. So, I turned off the TV and led her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed.

At her insistence, I didn't turn on the main light, only the bedside lamp. As I quickly took off my clothes, she was also taking her clothes out from under the covers; as I made my penis erect, she also put her underwear aside. Clearly, she was completely naked under the covers.

The sidelight made her facial features appear more defined. Pulling back the covers, her skin was immediately exposed to the warm light; one hand covered her breast, the other lightly concealed her genitals. I climbed into bed, lay down beside her, and soon my lips touched her face.

With a passionate French kiss, I pulled her hands away from her chest and began to caress her breasts. At that time, my caresses were completely unskilled; all I did was gently pull and twist her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, or knead them with my palms.

But even these clumsy movements triggered a physiological response: she sucked on my tongue more forcefully, began to breathe heavily with a nasal tone, her half-closed eyelids began to twitch, her body began to heat up, and her legs curled slightly and tightened…

I released her hand and stroked her long hair; her forehead and hair began to dampen with sweat. I moved my hand away from her breasts and towards her lower abdomen, brushing past her soft pubic hair. I applied pressure with my fingers, forcibly parting her tightly closed legs to allow my hand to slide in. Without much mental exploration, my hand felt a wetness as soon as it slid between her thighs, and I could feel her labia slightly parted, vaguely touching the entrance to her vagina. I separated her tightly pressed lips, took a deep breath, and asked her uncertainly, "I... want to go in... is that okay?"

She nodded slightly. I rolled over and pressed myself against her, spreading her legs apart, moving my hard penis to align with the mysterious entrance to her womanly body. When the head of my penis touched the hot, wet vaginal opening, I suddenly paused, a little hesitant, but the burning desire within me didn't give me time to think, propelling my body forward. The moment we made physical contact, the same pain as that sneak attack struck again. I could feel something pressing down on me, hindering my entry.

Stealing a glance at her, I saw her brow furrowed, biting her lip, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. She was clearly enduring pain too. Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later…

I gritted my teeth and pushed my lower body forward. The pain didn't last long. After feeling the glans break through the hymen at the vaginal opening, the oppressive pain disappeared, replaced by a warm embrace. My penis felt soft and comfortable; although it still felt like pushing against muscle tissue, it was no longer painful. I slowly pushed until our genitals were completely joined before stopping, letting out a breath I'd been holding, and relaxing completely.

I lay on top of her and asked in her ear, "Does it hurt?" She opened her eyes and glared at me, saying, "Of course it hurts!" "This is my first time..." "Oh... I'm sorry..." I said innocently, but then asked her, "Can I... move a little?" She whispered, "Um... but be gentle... I'm afraid it will hurt..."

"Um..." I held her shoulders and started moving my lower body, slowly, gently... but... embarrassingly, I ejaculated after less than ten thrusts, before I even felt anything...

"How could it be so fast? I didn't feel anything at all... it's not fun at all..." I said to myself unwillingly. "What's wrong?" She noticed my movements pause and asked me. "I... ejaculated inside..." "Huh?" She was a little surprised, as if she didn't know what had happened. "

It's over..." I said, my face flushed, and a little defiant. "Oh..." she said, "I didn't feel anything... it just hurts..." "..." I didn't say anything.

"Then let's clean up, okay?" she asked. "Hmm..." I clumsily pulled my penis out, grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess for myself and for her.

"Be gentle! Clumsy...it hurts..." she cried out. "Oh..." I stared blankly at the few traces of blood on the tissue after wiping.

Her first time, and mine, ended just like that. Something I had been looking forward to for so long ended in an instant, without any feeling. "It's not real at all, not fun at all..." I thought to myself. She climbed into bed after showering, smelling of shower gel.

"Hey...it's not fun at all except for the pain, and now it's still swollen and painful down there...how about we don't do it again?" she said. "Oh, okay..." I replied noncommittally. I turned off the light and held her as we fell asleep.

At that time, neither of us could have imagined that our sex life would later become so crazy and varied, so different from what we felt then...and...even now, I still don't know why her attitude changed...

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