That night we crossed the line.

We've known each other for several years, and we're pretty good friends! We're so close we're inseparable. We text each other every night and call each other every day to check on each other's whereabouts and activities. Even though it's just a few simple words, it feels sweet to me. I've had a special feeling for him for a long time, but I've never directly asked him how he feels about me, nor did I dare to. Although we're very close, I've never been to his house.

But on his 22nd birthday, I went to his house for the first time. That night, I planned to treat him to KFC to celebrate his birthday. He drove me there, and we went in to get ready to eat. But then we saw the line was very long, and there were no seats, so we had to get takeout. After getting the takeout, we had to think about where to eat it (he hadn't suggested taking it to his house yet). I said I didn't know where to take it; the park was cold and dark, and my house wasn't an option. Then, he said, "Why don't we just take it to his house and eat there before coming out?" I said, "Okay, I can't think of a good place anyway." So

we went back to his house. When we got there, his parents were watching TV in the living room. I smiled at them and went into his room. His room wasn't very big; it had a computer, a bookshelf, a bed, and lots of other things—it looked very tidy. We sat in front of the computer, browsing the internet and eating something. Before we knew it, it was around 1 a.m. "Oh, it's so late," I said. He looked at the clock and agreed, "Yes, it really is late." I said, "Yeah, you should take me home now." He looked at the weather; it was cold outside. He asked if I could sleep in his sister's room for the night and leave tomorrow. I said that wouldn't be a good idea. After I said that, he had no choice but to get his car and take me home. On the way home, I bought a bowl of wontons. When we weren't far from his house, I asked him, "Is it farther from here to my house or to yours?" He said, "Of course it's my house!" "Well, I guess I'll sleep at your place tonight. I'm feeling really cold too," I said. He said, "You should have said so earlier, then we wouldn't all be cold." He turned around and drove back to his house. When we got there, he went to his sister's room and said, "Looks like you'll have to sleep with me tonight, because there aren't any blankets in her room." Oh dear, how could this happen? Oh well, there's nothing I can do. We've known each other for so long, and I know him well. He's a good person. So I wasn't afraid of him. He slept on my left, and I slept on my right, sharing a blanket. It was a very cold night, and I really wanted to hug him to keep warm, but reason told us we couldn't. We chatted for about an hour, then got a little sleepy, so we fell asleep back to back that night. That's how we spent his birthday. I visited his house twice more, staying overnight each time. Both times, when we woke up the next morning, his hand was either tightly holding mine while he slept, or he was hugging my waist. I didn't think much of it, though, because my feelings for him were different; there was a slight romantic connection.

Then, one night in January, something terrible happened: we had sex.

That night, around 7 PM, I was still at work when he called me. We chatted, and I said I was hungry and asked him to buy some food and bring it to our usual spot so I could eat after work. He agreed. About an hour later, he called again, saying he wasn't going out and wanted hamburgers. I said I'd pack some and bring it to him after work, and he was very happy. He said he'd wait for me at home.

After work, I took a taxi to KFC and packed a lot of food for him. When I arrived at his house, his parents were there too. I asked him to give his family some food, and then we ate hamburgers and chicken wings in the room.

Around one o'clock, we were both sleepy and ready to go to sleep. It was a bit hot that night, and I was wearing very thick clothes. You can't sleep in such thick clothes, so I asked if there were any clothes I could change into. He went to find a very large and long t-shirt, but I looked at it and decided not to change since I didn't have any pants to change into. I just fell asleep like that. I'm used to sleeping with something in my arms at night, so he put his arm around me and we slept together. That way, we could lean against each other. I lay on his chest, facing him, really close to him.

About half an hour later, I suddenly felt a friction on my upper lip. It lasted for a while, and I slowly woke up a little. It turned out he was kissing me. Without realizing it, I responded a little and accepted his kiss. As we kissed, his hand started to slide towards my breasts. Because there was still a layer of clothing between us, he first removed my clothes. But I was wearing a dress, so it was a bit inconvenient. After kissing for a while, I realized this wasn't right, so I stopped him from removing my clothes. Perhaps he understood then that this wasn't right either. He got up and went to sit in the chair next to the computer, turned on the computer, and listened to music. After a while, I got up and asked him, "Why aren't you sleeping? It's too late, go to sleep." I called him a few times before he finally agreed to go to sleep.

Then he lay down again, still letting me put my arm around him as he slept. Maybe it was because of the quilt, but I got hotter and hotter, so I changed into the large t-shirt he gave me. The t-shirt just covered my underwear. Oh well, I'll just sleep like that. After a while, I noticed him kissing me again. This time, I didn't resist his kiss; I kissed him back. Our kiss became more and more intense, our tongues intertwined. Slowly, he pressed himself against me, and we kissed passionately for a few minutes. His hand slowly slid inside my panties, touching my labia, then tentatively inserting his fingers into my vagina. In that instant, I felt a surge of pleasure, forgetting everything I shouldn't. I touched and played with him. He then removed my panties, and I let him do as he pleased, enjoying his passionate kisses and incredibly pleasurable caresses. By this time, I was letting out soft moans, but because it was his house, I didn't dare to be loud. He probably couldn't wait any longer, so he took out his large penis. I felt his penis enter my body, and he continued kissing me while thrusting in and out of my vagina. Wow, it felt so good! I was

truly lost in the moment. I let him caress my body, thrusting into my vagina slowly at first, then faster. All I thought about was making sure we were both comfortable and happy… This lasted for almost half an hour. Then he made his final thrust and ejaculated inside me. Oh, it felt so good! This was my first time having sex with him, and I'd never experienced anything like it. From that moment on, our relationship naturally blossomed into romance!

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