The first May Day

My first time happened when I was 23. Before that, I had never touched a woman's body, not even held hands. Therefore, I will never forget that unforgettable experience.

At that time, I was working in a large state-owned enterprise. I had been working there for six years. I saw that many of the other trainees who had joined the factory at the same time had found partners (the factory I worked for had moved from the north, and everyone called their friends of the opposite sex "partners"). My mentor said, "Why don't you find one too, so people won't keep gossiping about you."

So, my mentor really introduced me to a "partner," Lin, who was my fellow trainee under the same mentor. She was a year younger than me, from the north, tall, with a wide face, and walked with a thumping sound. She always liked to laugh. Strangely enough, ever since my mentor told us about it, I subconsciously kept looking at her. But she was much more proactive than me. She would always ask me about small things, like if I had anything good to eat, and she would always give it to me. Of course, I wasn't the kind of person who would take advantage of others, so I always declined. Back then, people rarely got to see movies. Whenever the factory showed an outdoor film, she would arrive early with her master's two daughters, carrying stools to reserve seats in the square. Then her master would call me over, and we would sit on either side of his family to watch the movie. At these times, I always felt she was older than me, as if I were the younger brother and she the older sister.

I remember it was May Day; my younger sister was away on a business trip, and she asked me to stay home for her. I thought this was a good opportunity; she always took care of me, and this time I should also show my hospitality and be a host. So, I planned to take her to the city (where I lived) for the day, and then arrange for her to stay at my sister's place that night.

That night, the moon wasn't very bright, and we walked along the riverbank under the moonlight. It was the first time I'd been so close to her; I could even smell the faint fragrance of her hair. I could tell she was a little nervous; whenever our arms occasionally brushed against each other, she would blush and her heart would race.

“It’s getting late, let’s go back,” I said, glancing at the dwindling crowds along the riverbank. “Okay…” she replied softly, her voice strained, as if she still had lingering worries.

I led her to my sister’s place. The room was just the right size for a bed running east-west, and only enough for a bed, a table, and a chair running north-south. With more people, there wasn’t even room to turn around, so we had to sit side-by-side on the edge of the bed. She reached out and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. I put my hands on her shoulders. The room was small and a bit stuffy, but soon I felt warm all over, and a sense of comfort washed over me. It was quiet all around, and we sat there for a while. Finally, I gently pushed her away, stood up, and said, “Go to sleep early, we have to get up early tomorrow. I’m leaving.” She didn’t stand up, just looked at me. “I don’t want you to leave…” she said, immediately wrapping her arms around my waist. Instantly, I couldn’t hold back my emotions either, and said emotionally, “Me too, but… what can we do? The company gates will be closing soon.” “No, then you won’t leave. Neither of us is allowed to sleep. We’ll just sit here all night,” she said resolutely. I was still hesitant, but I obediently sat back down on the edge of the bed.

We sat on the edge of the bed, sideways, embracing each other, our heads touching. We could hear our hearts pounding. I felt my face burning, my body hot, my lower abdomen a little bloated, and a feeling inside me that I couldn’t quite describe as pleasant or uncomfortable. She looked up at me and asked in a low voice with concern, “Are you uncomfortable?” “How did you know?” I replied, a little surprised. “It’s okay, nothing will happen.” For some reason, I felt I should trust her, so I put my hands on her shoulders, and she turned around and wrapped her arms around my waist.

Soon, I felt my chest pressed tightly against hers. It was very elastic, and a source of heat spread from there, warming my entire chest, giving me a stimulating yet comfortable feeling. It was early summer, and she was only wearing a shirt. I suddenly realized that those were her precious breasts. Thinking of this, I instinctively loosened my arms, wanting to leave her body. She seemed to read my mind and quickly hugged me tighter, her face full of shyness.

Soon, that uncomfortable feeling began to grow inside me; a heat rose from my chest to my throat, to my tongue and lips; a throbbing pain extended from my abdomen downwards… I felt my face flush bright red. How could this be! Was this what people called sexual arousal?

Before that, I had never felt this way. I was 23 years old, and although I had been intimate a few times, it had always happened unconsciously in my sleep. I started to get nervous.

She once again seemed to read my mind, taking my arms in her hands and looking me in the face, saying, “It’s nothing, it’s normal. As long as we don’t do anything, nothing will happen.” She spoke unclearly, but I understood her; her words were enough to calm me down. Yes, as long as we don't touch, nothing will happen... It's laughable, we didn't understand sex at all back then. Adults, to prevent young people from cheating, often warned, "Men and women shouldn't be alone together, otherwise you'll get pregnant," some even saying, "If a man and woman hold hands, they'll have a baby."

I think she was probably telling me that nothing would happen if we hugged like this.

She must have understood; if she said no, then nothing would happen. So, I relaxed again, the comfort overcoming the fear, and we hugged each other again.

This time, I began to sense her, my hand groping behind her. Earlier, I had felt something strange under her shirt; now I knew it was a strap, tied together from front to back, probably to cover something—maybe a breast, to prevent others from seeing it. What do breasts look like? Thinking of this, my body heated up again.

Perhaps unaware of my wicked thoughts, she began to caress my body with her hands, from my shoulders to my back, then to my waist, slowly and gently. I felt a tremor run through my skin wherever her fingertips touched, and a surge of heat rushed to my head, giving me a feeling of intoxication and drowsiness. However, as my temperature rapidly increased, the discomfort within me became relentless and unbearable. I desperately wanted to expel the heat and the bloating pain in my abdomen, but I didn't know how. This didn't escape her notice. She whispered in my ear, "Are you feeling unwell?" I remained silent.

"Let's lie down for a while," she said, pulling me down to lie down. I asked, "Aren't we going to take off our clothes?" "No," she replied. I got up, turned off the light, went back to bed, and lay down fully clothed on my back. A sliver of moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating our faces.

At that moment, the bloating in my lower abdomen turned into pain, and I instinctively pressed my hand against the painful spot.

"What's wrong?" she asked with concern, sensing my discomfort. "I don't know why, but my lower abdomen is a little sore," I admitted, realizing I couldn't hide it any longer. Without a word, she stood up and gently stroked my lower abdomen with her hand. When she saw the sweat on my forehead and my furrowed brow, she asked with concern, "What happened?" "Does it still hurt that much?" Seeing her like that, I relaxed, removed her hand, and tried to calm myself down. "Much better," I said with a forced smile.

At this moment, she leaned down to face me and said emotionally, "It's all my fault for making you feel so uncomfortable." "No, it doesn't hurt," I replied, looking into her eyes. She frowned: "How can I make it stop hurting..." As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her head against my chest. I smelled her hair again—no, it was the scent of a young girl, indescribable yet captivating. My heart pounded in my chest once more. "I'm hot!" I said, sitting up to take off my clothes. Seeing this, she didn't stop me, but helped me take off my clothes and pants, leaving me only in my underwear. "Aren't you going to take them off? Aren't you hot?" I asked her. "Hot, but..." she hesitated for a moment, turned her face away to take off her outer clothes, and then turned her face back to me, covering her chest with her hands. I immediately turned to the side and hugged her in my arms.

By this time, the moon had probably risen high above the rooftops, and the room was completely dark. Between the two men and women, so close together, only two thin pairs of underwear remained. Perhaps knowing that our upper bodies were completely exposed, she held me tightly. Little did she know that the tighter she held me, the more acutely she felt the presence of her own body, and the more a burning desire ignited within her. "Let's sleep for a while," I said, pressing my face against hers. "Mmm," she responded softly.

We remained lying there, peacefully embracing, motionless. We were both trying our best to remain calm; I was afraid that any movement would awaken the demons now lurking within me.

Although the room was dark, I could still see her snow-white neck, shoulders, and arms. I had never seen or touched a woman so closely before. The unique youthful charm of a young girl shone brightly before my eyes at this moment, and I felt a little dizzy. I embraced her, my eyes searching her face, my lips touching her rounded arms and delicate skin, my nose inhaling the fragrance emanating from her youthful body… Perhaps she was affected by my emotions, for I felt her body tremble slightly. Yet, she remained calm: “Bear with it, we’ll… later, okay?” Then, as if afraid I would misunderstand, she began to kiss me. First her chest, then her shoulders, her neck, and finally her lips. Her lips were full, warm, and moist, incredibly alluring. When she pressed her lips to mine, my heart trembled violently.

I reached out my right hand, which had been pressing against her, and tried to loosen her hands from her chest, but she didn't comply. I whispered in her ear, “I want to… see…” After a while, she released her hands, gazing at me tenderly. I looked down, and a pair of snow-white, firm breasts came into view. “Ah, these are breasts!” I blurted it out, but dared not touch it. I simply pulled her into my arms, letting my burning desire feel her nakedness.

Intentionally or unintentionally, my hand slid down to her buttocks, passing over her waist. With each rise and fall, I fully felt the roundness and smoothness of her buttocks. When my hand touched her panties, it didn't stop; instinctively, I tried to pull them off. She struggled slightly. "What's wrong?" she asked softly. I immediately sat up. "Since it's already like this, might as well take them all off!" I couldn't hold back any longer, saying with a hint of anger.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then quickly grabbed my hand, guiding it towards her buttocks. Seeing this, I eagerly pulled off her panties, then stripped myself completely naked, pressing my entire body tightly against hers. I wanted to feel her. From lips to chest, to abdomen, to thighs, and down to feet, every prominent part of our bodies was kissing each other. Instantly, it felt as if every meridian in my body had been opened up, an unprecedented pleasure flowing through my entire being, my body and mind boiling!

At this moment, all my senses were activated, and I wanted to let myself go!

I pulled her body flat, pinning her beneath me. Seeing her docile nature, my hands began to roam restlessly over her body. First, I gently grasped and pinched her breasts, then I rapidly rubbed and kneaded her nipples, and then slowly moved towards her waist, thighs, and abdomen… I wanted to use these slightly rough actions to trigger a cathartic release in my body, to explode my chest, to let the long-dormant desire within me burn fiercely, to bring that unprecedented stimulation to its peak. I wanted to use this ignorant exploration of the opposite sex's body to awaken my youthful soul, to have a new experience, and to sprint towards a new life.

I knew I must be very violent at this moment. But none of this elicited the slightest resistance from her. On the contrary, she kept wriggling gently beneath me, her lips constantly kissing my upper body, occasionally letting out low moans, like a bugle call encouraging each of my assaults on her body.

She was athletic and muscular. As I pressed down on her, her eyes were full of smiles, but these smiles enraged me: "Why are you smiling? We've both broken our promises, we've slept together, do you really like me that much?"

In the darkness, she didn't answer with words, but instead reached down to my lower abdomen, grabbed my penis, and gently touched and kneaded it. Only then, only then, did I realize that it had become very hard. When I looked down, it was shyly hidden between her legs. I suddenly lifted my buttocks, and there it was, emerging from a patch of withered grass, proud and erect, especially the front end, red and shiny, like an angry rooster with its mane bristling! I was searching for an opponent, ready to pounce at any moment.

Yes, all the throbbing pain and unbearable discomfort stemmed from it! I wanted revenge, I wanted to vent. At that moment, I had lost my mind, instinctively driving my lower body to press against her... Seeing me push down several times but unable to find the "entrance," she reached out and grabbed my penis in the darkness, guiding it with both hands, trying to insert it. However, she couldn't find the entrance, and it hurt terribly.

I was sweating profusely with anxiety, but she was more composed, constantly saying, "Don't worry, we're inexperienced, we'll work together better in the future." What did "work together" mean? For a long time afterward, I didn't understand the meaning of this word, but at the time, all I could think about was that since it had already happened, I had to get to the bottom of it today.

She held my penis and clumsily poked it several more times, still unable to find the "place." I felt the sweat on my forehead dripping onto her face, and our chests were sticky and sticky.

“Get up for a moment,” she patted my shoulder, gently urging me to stand up. Then, she also propped herself up, spread her legs, her eyes fixed on her genitals, her hands supporting my penis, pointing towards its base: “Slowly, try, try to go in,” she said. I was obedient this time, following her directions, gently pushing downwards. Finally, I felt my penis being pushed into a mass of flesh, deeper and deeper. Suddenly, the foreskin of my penis was pulled back by that flesh, from the glans all the way to the base… And at that moment, I saw her eyes slightly closed, and she began to moan softly.

Seeing this, I immediately lay down on my side. I didn’t know what I had done, but I was certain nothing would happen… As I lay down, I saw a smile on her lips. However, this smile was strange, as if it contained not only joy but also a hint of sorrow.

The night was silent.

Years later, she became my wife.

[The End]

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