First love

Her name is Zhou Yunxue. I met her online. That was during the height of my QQ craze.

Luckily, video calls had just started. I was at home, and she was in the south. We chatted online for over a month, and I saw her a few times in video calls. She was beautiful in the videos. She was 1.68 meters tall, with long hair reaching her waist—my favorite type. I don't remember what we talked about online anymore, but we ended up talking about dating and meeting in person. Finally, after almost two months, I managed to win her over. We

met in person for the first time in May, when spring was in full bloom and flowers were in full bloom. She was indeed 1.68 meters tall, with a great figure—not exactly voluptuous, but I felt it was at least quite large. She had long, wavy hair that reached her waist, and a pretty face, slightly less voluptuous than in the videos. We met at the park, rowing a boat on the tranquil river. I kept looking for opportunities to get closer to her; you know, for men, meeting online friends is just that kind of thing, right? I was probably an innocent boy back then, and even now, though I'm a man, I'm still innocent, not exactly a womanizer. I found a quiet, secluded garden, leaned against her, and tried my best to kiss her. Men should be bold, women should be reserved… but the result was a kiss on the cheek. I don't know what we talked about, just like that, holding hands, putting our arms around each other's waists, and we spent the morning together.

It was May, so we could relax at noon. We had lunch, drank some wine, and got a hotel room. Because we had just met, things weren't progressing quickly, and by 4 PM, I still hadn't kissed her. I wasn't discouraged, thinking that the evening was the time for... well, you know. I was still confident. However, something unfortunate happened: my family called, saying something had come up and I needed to come home. I'm a very obedient child, and if things didn't develop further with her, I might regret it for the rest of my life. I left her alone in the guest room, apologized, and really went home, promising to meet again next time.

We met again in May, during the Dragon Boat Festival. I took her to my house. Let's skip the first day; it was uneventful. We slept in separate rooms that night, since it was my house. The next morning, we sat in the room. By then, I was burning with desire; I couldn't wait any longer, or it would be too late. I tried to hold her close, kissing her lips.

I've always believed that for a woman, holding hands is one step forward, and kissing is another. It went smoothly; she half-heartedly resisted. It was my first time kissing a woman, and I didn't feel all the sweetness, just excitement. My hands gradually moved towards her magnificent breasts, and she resisted, pulling my hands away. "Yunxue, Yunxue, I love you!" A man at this point should naturally be able to say those words, right? Hearing this, she didn't speak, and her resistance lessened slightly. I pushed her down onto the bed, and just like that, I pressed down on her, kissing her, touching her.

After more than ten minutes of entanglement, I had to take it a step further. I lifted her outer garment and roughly flipped up her bra, because at this point, I didn't know how to unhook a bra. She emerged, her large, white, firm, soft breasts exposed before my eyes—no, before my mouth. The nipples were small, red, like little cherries. Quickly, I suckled one into my mouth, the other, of course, in my hand. Most men, when with a woman, would have one in their mouth and one in their hand; it's probably a habit retained from infancy. Twenty years! To nurse again was truly exciting. Regardless of the taste of the cherry in my mouth, my lower body was already rock hard. My other hand left her soft breast and began to pull down her pants. Her resistance intensified.

Silent resistance—I couldn't back down, of course. I did something simple and correct: I rolled over and sat on her, my back to her. I had to concentrate on pulling down her pants. Her hands were weak, barely able to reach, clutching her pants tightly. My hands were free; how could a woman be a match for a man, especially one who was now aroused and horny. After a struggle, I finally managed to pull her pants down to her arms, revealing her firm, snow-white buttocks. Before I could even admire them, she tried to quickly pull them up, which I couldn't tolerate. In one go, I pulled her pants down to her legs, down to her feet. Success! There was still a small pair of panties.

I didn't have time to admire those white panties; I had to finish her off quickly. At this point, her resistance intensified; this was her last line of defense. In her silent resistance, the outcome was inevitable. Her lower body was empty; what good would it do to cover herself with her hands?

I thrust in, my long spear erect. Warm, wet. This was truly my first time, a dreamlike feeling, as if I were rowing a boat into a paradise. She didn't make a sound, nor did she moan like in the movies. I focused on penetrating her, and soon, after a dozen or so thrusts, I was over. She didn't say anything, quietly putting her pants back on. I didn't let her put on a shirt; I wanted to continue caressing her, continue stroking her breasts. She didn't say anything either, letting me gently caress her.

Soon, I was hard again. This time, there was no resistance, only submission. How fussy! Why did she have to wear pants? It made me back out again. This time, I wasn't reckless. I took her nipple in my mouth and slowly inserted myself. It felt great, like clearing a muddy path, pushing in little by little. The first time was like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit; the second time was the real enjoyment. Her breasts were soft yet firm, her vagina warm yet tight. This time, we did it for half an hour. She occasionally let out a soft moan, barely audible, probably only I could hear her. What a reserved girl. That night, we went to the rooftop to look at the stars. I slipped my hand inside her clothes and grabbed her breasts. She said, "They're all sweaty, what's there to touch!" Haha, I felt so happy.

Again, we went to a hotel. From 2 PM to 5 PM, we stayed in the room. This time, I admired her entire body from head to toe. Her breasts were probably C-cup, really firm, without any sagging. Her vulva was hard to describe, just normal. Actually, I spent most of the afternoon playing around, touching her, and only did it once. We continued until 5 PM because we were having dinner with my friends that evening.

I drank quite a bit that night, and so did she. I had originally wanted to make love again, but we were both too drunk, and we ended up falling asleep in each other's arms. We slept until one or two in the morning. I woke up, not knowing if she was awake, but of course I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. I didn't kiss her lips, afraid of waking her. I took off her clothes, sucking on her nipples like a baby, and pulled down her panties, gently inserting my fingers into her vagina. It felt the same, warm and cozy. Without her noticing, she woke up, and I started kissing her, a very tender kind of kiss. She responded passionately, like a fish, like catching a fish.

This time, penetration was natural, without any deliberate effort, as if it just slid in. Perhaps she was also aroused, because I continued to thrust in and out, her legs clamping around my waist, so I had to push harder. In the pleasure of fish and water, was I the fish and she the water? Neither of us spoke, as if quietly enjoying this tenderness.

After a long while, I finally spoke first, "Was it comfortable?" "Mmm," she replied.

"Call me husband,"

she didn't respond. She shyly closed her eyes.

Okay, serves you right for not talking. I quickly and forcefully thrust in and out more than ten times, and her response was "Mmm, mmm." "Call me husband, call me husband!" I became even more vigorous, wanting to use all my strength on her, not just to release, but perhaps to prove myself. She started to pant. Finally, she softly said, "Husband." "Husband, are you tired?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll be on top."

I let her sit on top, and she quickly got into position. Her breasts heaved greatly, and I gripped her firm breasts tightly with both hands. Perhaps I had been doing it for too long, or perhaps I had been holding back, but this time she couldn't hold back anymore, and I finally ejaculated all over her.

A few days later, she left, going south. We kept in touch for a few months, then gradually drifted apart. I never saw her again. Alas, distance is separation.

[The End]

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