My girlfriend and my first time

On my first day of high school, my assigned deskmate was a quiet, unassuming girl who wouldn't say a word. I was disappointed. In my second year, a school beauty transferred to our class. She initially sat next to a rich guy, but the teacher moved her to sit next to me. I was both happy and scared. Happy, of course, but scared because all the school's "gangsters" were watching her. How could I dare to do anything? In the second semester of my second year, I met the first woman in my life. "B" isn't a nice word, so I'll just call her C. C was very tall, 168cm, slightly shorter than me. At first, I didn't have any feelings for her. Later, we attended English tutoring together, and her cheerful and talkative nature attracted me. C's looks were average, but her breasts were perfectly developed. I started asking her out to movies and parks.

Finally, one day, I tentatively kissed her. She didn't refuse, which emboldened me, and I started touching her breasts. One evening during self-study, there were only about ten people left in the classroom. We were sitting at the back. It was summer, and we weren't wearing much. I started holding her hand, and her penis started getting restless, trying desperately to break free from the constraints of her shorts. I first reached inside her from behind and unhooked her bra. She blushed and looked at me, but didn't stop me. Then I reached in from the front. Wow, it was the biggest I'd ever touched (I've touched A-cup breasts and a few other girls' breasts, but those I've touched aren't among these ten). I put my books on the desk as much as possible, afraid the students in front would see. I touched her for five minutes; her nipples were hard, her face was flushed, and her breathing became uneven. I only touched her for five minutes before stopping, afraid the students would see. We officially started dating.

On the third day, she told me her parents were going on a business trip (her parents worked for the same company and traveled frequently). I understood. We agreed to go to her house that night. I told my family I was going to a classmate's house that night, of course, saying it was a male classmate.
That night, after dark, she turned off the bedroom light but left the bedside lamp on, a signal for me to come upstairs.
I ran up, and as soon as I entered, I grabbed her and started undressing her. She wasn't wearing a bra! I easily touched her breasts, and with my other hand, I unbuttoned her nightgown, roughly squeezing her two white breasts. She started moaning softly, and by then, my penis was bulging. I started pulling down her pants—oh no, she had a sanitary napkin! She was on her period… She didn't seem to care. I immediately stripped off all my clothes, impatiently pinning her down, my penis pressing against her engorged vulva, and thrust inside. She gasped, pushing against me (back then, we didn't know about foreplay, we went straight to the point). I was firmly inside her, unable to pull out. (I was 17 that year. I learned about sex late; I didn't even know that vaginal penetration was called love in junior high. It wasn't until my first year of high school, when the boys were discussing it, that I learned what it was.) Following what I'd learned from magazines, I started thrusting. Damn, I was so excited! But she looked like she was in pain, moaning and groaning. I felt her vagina was slippery and tight, making a squelching sound. I used that one position for 20 minutes. Suddenly, I felt something coming out, thinking it was peeing. I didn't care anymore; as long as it felt good, I just let it gush out. I screamed—my virginity was gone. After I finished, I remembered she was on her period, so I couldn't tell if she was a virgin.
Damn it, I'm a virgin anyway. She got up. The cushion on the bed was covered in blood. Luckily, she had a cushion; otherwise, it would have spilled all over the bed. She wiped herself with toilet paper. I looked at my still-erect penis, covered in blood.
After she finished applying her own vaginal fluid, she started applying mine. Then we lay there cuddling, whispering to each other. I was a little scared, afraid she might be pregnant. I was so naive back then, I didn't know anything. My period had started, how could that be?

We fell asleep without realizing it. When I turned over, I woke her up. The bed was small, and I didn't dare sleep in her parents' bed. She woke up and let me hold her. Damn, I got hard again. We went to the traditional missionary position and fucked her for over 30 minutes, a fierce battle. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms. If I hadn't gone for a long run during the day, I really wanted to do it again when it got light. After that, we rarely had the chance to have sex. We didn't have money for a hotel room, and we didn't have many opportunities to do it at home. We just went to the park, hugged and kissed, touched each other's vaginas, and touched each other's penises. We didn't dare to have sex in the open. After graduation, she went abroad. We only corresponded for half a year before losing contact. At that time, sex was just about penetration and ejaculation; we didn't know how to play around with sex. That was the basics.

During that time, I learned how to masturbate. I didn't know what masturbation meant before. During puberty, I would have uncontrollable nocturnal emissions in the early morning, which felt great. I would ejaculate all over my underwear, take off my clothes, wash it quickly, and throw it in a basin, afraid my mom would find out, feeling embarrassed. Later, when I felt like I was about to have a nocturnal emission, I would always keep tissues next to my pillow and wipe myself immediately afterward.

Finally, one time, I dreamed that I was walking up the stairs naked and met a classmate. My penis was hard, and I was about to ejaculate when I suddenly woke up. Fellow enthusiasts know what it feels like to be about to ejaculate but not quite—it's very uncomfortable. So I put my hand inside my underwear and started stroking my foreskin (I had a long foreskin at the time). The more I stroked it, the more pleasurable it felt. After only a few minutes, I finally ejaculated onto the tissues I had prepared. Ah… it felt so good! It was the first time I had ever ejaculated with my eyes open. From then on, masturbation accompanied me until I got married.

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