My First Time

My First Time (The End)

This article is dedicated to the beloved Little Maruko-chan who has disappeared into the vast sea of people, and to all the first

times .

The article is quite long, so please read patiently. I won't add any unnecessary words.

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Everyone's first time is the most unforgettable, so let me tell you about mine.

I'm not handsome, not tall, but not too short either.

I'm not fat, but not skinny either.

In short, I'm ordinary, average, and not outstanding.

In high school, the teachers told us, "Students, please don't fall in love too early, you have to study hard."

At that time, I was very obedient and didn't have a girlfriend throughout high school, although I was sometimes restless.

And so, with a naive heart and my virgin body, I entered my university years.

In university, it was the first time I had left my parents, and I felt very lonely.

I really wanted to find a girlfriend; two lonelinesses together would make me less lonely.

I'm a very practical person; my girlfriend has to be beautiful, otherwise I won't feel anything looking at her all the time.

But young, beautiful girls are too naive and always prefer handsome guys.

There's nothing I can do; I'm not handsome enough

to get a girlfriend. Mature, pretty girls are materialistic and always prefer rich guys. And

I'm broke; forget about it.

By my sophomore year, Xiao Si and I were the only virgins in the room. It

was pathetic. Xiao Si was 158cm tall, with uneven eyes and a mouthful of yellow teeth.

It made sense that he was a virgin. But even though I wasn't handsome, I wasn't this miserable.

Back then, my situation was: horny, sexually frustrated, and unbearably lonely.

I spent my days watching Japanese porn on the computer and masturbating.

Gang Ge, a fellow townsman and a graduate student at our university,

was handsome and the cynical type, calling himself a "ladies' man."

I complained to him, and he said, "If you keep doing this, it can't go on forever."

"Finding girls on QQ is easy; I'll teach you."

So I opened QQ.

"Look at you, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend. Your QQ is full of friends and classmates, all big guys.

Where are you going to pick up girls?"

Gang searched for a while and said, "This one will do."

He found me an online female friend with the screen name "Lonely and Looking for Someone to Chat With."

He said, "Look at her profile picture, resting her chin on her hand, and with a screen name like that, she's definitely hot."

He's got experience, no doubt. "

Lonely and Looking for Someone to Chat With" added me as a friend, and we chatted a lot.

She was a master's student at another university in the same city, four years older than me.

I asked her to video chat, but she refused. I asked her to send photos,

but she wouldn't. She said, "I'm not bad looking. Let's keep some mystery."

On the third day of chatting, I remember it was a Friday, we chatted very late.

Later she said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, let's meet."

I said, "Okay." She told me to wait for her at the south gate of her school at six o'clock the next day.

The next day, I rode my old bicycle there early.

After waiting a while, around six o'clock, a

short-haired girl wearing a red t-shirt and tight jeans walked towards me, talking on her phone.

My heart was pounding, and I wasn't sure if it was her. My phone rang, and it really was her.

Looking closer, she was indeed quite beautiful.

Fair skin, big eyes, short hair—she looked just like Chibi Maruko-chan.

She was about 165cm tall, with a captivating S-shaped figure.

She smiled slightly at me and said, "You're here." Her smile made her even more beautiful, and I was completely mesmerized.

"Have you eaten?" she asked with concern.

"Yes. It's okay, let's find a restaurant, my treat."

"No need. I just finished eating at three o'clock, I'm not hungry. Let's take a walk outside the campus." She smiled and said.

"Okay." I readily agreed.

My heart was still pounding. I asked, "Wouldn't you mind if I held your hand?"

"That wouldn't be appropriate, it's our first time meeting." She smiled and said.

I got a cold shoulder.

Later, we went to a fast food restaurant, I bought two drinks, and we sat down to chat.

As we talked, it got dark. She said, "I'm a little tired, can you walk me back to my dorm?"

I was completely dumbfounded; I didn't realize it was an implication.

I reluctantly said, "Okay."

I walked her all the way to her dorm room, watching her longingly.

She said, "Won't you come in and sit for a while?"

I was overjoyed and quickly said, "Okay, okay."

I followed her into the room, but no one was there.

I said, "Isn't your roommate here?"

She said, "She goes home every weekend, she's not here."

Then she turned around and locked the door.

Suddenly, I understood everything; she wanted to have sex.

I hugged her and began kissing her warm lips; she closed her eyes, breathing slightly, her smooth

little tongue entering my mouth.

Before that, I had never kissed a girl; not even a girlfriend. Where was I supposed to kiss someone?

I still remember the feeling of that first kiss.

I used the method Gang Ge taught me, kissing her earlobe.

Sure enough, she reacted quickly.

Her breathing became heavier, and she grabbed my hand with her delicate fingers, guiding it inside her bra.

Her breasts were so soft and elastic, though the underwire was digging into me uncomfortably.

I was already impatient, so I quickly took off my shirt.

I then helped her take off her t-shirt. Her black lace bra was quite pretty, but I no longer had

the patience to admire it.

I tried to help her take it off, but I was incredibly unlucky; I couldn't untie it for ages, and it made her quite uncomfortable

.

Oh well, I'm a virgin, after all.

She chuckled and untied it herself.

Her pair of full, rounded, hemispherical breasts were revealed before my eyes.

Her pink nipples and delicate areolas were truly beautiful.

I pressed my face between her warm breasts, a sensation I'd never felt before intoxicating me.

I kissed her tender nipples, taking them into my mouth, my tongue

teasing them restlessly. Heh, I was pretty naughty then. Her

heavy breathing intensified.

She held my head with both hands, kissing my neck; then she unbuckled my belt.

I pulled down my pants, and helped hers.

We continued kissing, our tongues intertwined.

Meanwhile, my hands slid from behind into her white panties; sliding down her rounded buttocks

, until my right index and middle fingers touched her warm, secret area

, glistening with her love juice.

She really wanted it; in fact, my hard penis had been pressing against her abdomen for quite some time.

Her breathing was uneven, and she said with half-closed eyes, "I want you, I want it."

I carried her to the bed, took off my underwear, and also took off her milky white underwear.

She didn't have much pubic hair, and her pink little sister was displayed before my eyes.

I had seen many vaginas in porn before, but this was the first time I had seen one in real life.

My heart was racing at 180, and I couldn't wait to penetrate her.

She suddenly said, "Wait."

She found a condom, tore it open, and was about to help me put it on.

"Can't I not wear one? I'll pull out when I ejaculate," I said.

"Please wear one," she said.

(Looking back now, I was really stupid back then, meeting a girl without

a condom .)

She used her gentle little hands to help me put on the condom.

The first time I put on a condom, it didn't feel very good; it felt tight.

After putting it on, she smeared some of her saliva on the outside of the condom.

Then she waited for me on the bed.

I used my hands to spread her slightly bent legs;

with one hand, I guided my penis into her vagina.

There was a comfort I'd never felt before;

her place was warm, tightly gripping my penis, yet so slippery.

I started thrusting excitedly, the feeling was wonderful, but I ejaculated in less than a minute; no way,

a virgin really can't handle this kind of stimulation; plus, I'd been chatting with her for three days straight and hadn't masturbated.

She laughed at me, asking, "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes. Um, no," I hurriedly replied.

"Don't lie to me. I've been there, I can tell you're a virgin just by looking at your skills."

I lowered my head in shame.

She then used her gentle little hands to remove the condom.

She wiped away the semen with a tissue, then with a "plop," she took my already limp penis into her mouth

; her warm little tongue teased my penis restlessly, making my whole penis feel tingly;

I felt my penis starting to harden again, and finally, under her teasing, I got hard again.

She pushed me onto the bed, then quickly swallowed my entire penis

into . Although her buttocks slapped my balls and hurt, this unprecedented skin-to-skin contact made me feel like I was in

heaven.

Her slippery vagina tightly enveloped my naked penis, and I really don't know

how to describe the feeling.

She gently caressed my penis, which had been starved for twenty years, while facing me in a cowgirl position.

At that moment, I suddenly wanted to hug her; so I slowly got up, and we changed to a sitting position. Don't think that just because I

'm a virgin and have no sexual experience, I can fool you; I've watched too many Japanese porn films, and I know too many sexual positions. I wrapped

my arms around her slender waist, and her round breasts bounced in front of me, her wet vagina pounding against my

penis.

I started to get restless again, teasing her bouncing nipples with my tongue; she naturally made "ah,

ah" sounds, and she also began to feel pleasure.

I was a virgin, inexperienced, impatient, and always eager to try new positions. Actually, I didn't realize then that if I

used the "sitting Guanyin" position and teased her nipples, she would immediately have her first orgasm.

I stupidly and cluelessly said to her, "Let's try a different position."

She opened her eyes, which had been closed, looked at me, and said, "Okay."

She switched to the woman-on-top position with her back to me. I lay on the bed, and she held my thighs with her hands, her vulva at a 45-degree angle to my legs,

moving up and down to caress my penis.

This position was perfect for me. For me, it was incredibly sensual; every time I pulled out my penis,

a little bit of her pink inner flesh would come out, looking like flesh stuck to flesh; not just virgins, all men would enjoy this kind of stimulation

; plus, at this moment she was stroking my testicles with her delicate hands, and I started to feel unbearable; I

pushed her buttocks with my hands, trying to make her slow down; she saw that I was about to ejaculate, and said, "Go ahead and cum. You

're a virgin, it's okay to ejaculate inside, I've prepared emergency contraception."

Actually, before she finished speaking, I ejaculated in a series of rapid ejaculation.

We were both exhausted and collapsed onto the bed. She nestled in my arms; it felt so good,

holding . Her full, supple body pressed against me, her head resting on my shoulder,

one hand still caressing my penis and testicles.

Clearly, despite my two orgasms, she hadn't. I was a virgin then, oblivious to the coded language of

these actions; the code was, "I want more."

She kissed my nipples, her tongue teasing them restlessly. As a virgin, I hadn't even known

that male nipples, even after atrophy, are erogenous zones. It felt like an electric shock, like tiny needles pricking me; a slight pain

and an that I couldn't bear. Under her double stimulation, I soon became hard again.

This time, I said to her, "Let's doggy style."

She said, "Okay."

She knelt on the bed, assuming the position, her buttocks facing away from the edge. I stood on the floor, guiding my penis

inside her. Then, I gripped her buttocks with both hands and began thrusting. My movements became faster and faster.

She suddenly said, "Stop. It's too hard, it hurts a bit, I can't take it."

At that point, I already considered her my wife;

since she said it hurt, I naturally had to be gentle with her.

I said, "I'm sorry, let's do the missionary position then."

She nodded, "Okay."

She lay down on the bed, and I slowly pressed down on her; this time, she used her delicate hands to guide my

penis into her body, it seemed she was really eager.

Missionary position, the most classic position, I pressed down on her, her full, rounded breasts pressed tightly against my chest;

I stroked her hair with both hands, kissed her face, my penis moving in and out of her wet vagina.

An unprecedented sense of male conquest filled my heart, and I kept repeating in my mind, "She's mine

." I kissed her ear, she obviously felt ticklish, always slightly pulling back; I

softly whispered in her ear, "I love you."

She closed her eyes, intoxicated, moaning wildly, "Ah, ah..."

After a while, she said breathlessly, "Faster, faster."

The clueless virgin didn't know that Little Maruko was about to climax; but I'm the kind of person who's honest, so

I went faster because she told me to.

Suddenly, she gripped my back tightly with both hands, hooked her legs around my lower back, and pushed her buttocks towards

my penis ; later, with more sexual experience, I realized that it meant the woman was about to contract, wanting the man to penetrate

deeper.

I also felt like I was about to come, and finally I ejaculated for the third time; but this time, I felt that at the same time as I ejaculated, her

vagina gripped my penis even tighter, contracting backward for several seconds—this stimulation was truly

indescribable for the glans; at the same time, her hands gripped me even tighter, her nails almost digging into my flesh.

She let out a long "ah," and at the same time, I collapsed, lazily and comfortably pressing myself

against her. I felt my penis soften little by little before reluctantly withdrawing from her. I wiped

the semen from my penis and her labia with a tissue and fell into her arms.

I pressed my head against her left breast again, feeling her pounding heartbeat. I was

completely infatuated with her and didn't want to be apart from her.

I caressed her body with my hands;

a longing for love, a thirst for love, lingered in my heart; we were immersed in this silent caress

.

There's a saying, "Women have love before sex; men have sex before love." The

latter part of that saying is absolutely true for me; I truly felt I had fallen in love with her from the bottom of my heart.

I looked up at her and said, "I love you."

She stared at me blankly for a long time before saying, "Do you know? I have a husband. I'm already married

."

Her words plunged me into an abyss, my heart sinking to its lowest point. I said, "Didn't you

say you just broke up with your boyfriend?"

At that moment, she said something I'll never forget: "Little brother, you need to

know : the internet is an illusion. Don't trust anyone online."

As she spoke, she cried; my heart ached too, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I wiped away her tears, and she cried, "Am I being so pathetic?"

I quickly said, "No, no. You're my goddess."

She said, "Actually, I love my husband very much, and I didn't want this to happen."

Then, still crying, she recounted her story with her husband: they were both very traditional people,

married a year ago; their wedding night was their first time.

Before their honeymoon was over, on the 15th day of their marriage, her husband came to the United States to study.

During the first month her husband was away, she cried almost every day.

She said her husband loved her very much; for the past year, he had video chatted with her every day for at least an hour and a half,

sometimes even longer on weekends.

They had agreed that her husband would come back to see her during the summer vacation.

But just last week, her husband suddenly said that his boss had given him a project here, and he wouldn't be able to come back for the summer

.

She said she was very unhappy at the time because she had been eagerly anticipating his return, counting down the days.

As they talked, the couple started arguing. Her husband said she was being unreasonable, and she said he didn't care about her.

In a fit of anger, they both went offline and stopped chatting.

She said she didn't go online afterwards, hoping her husband would call her.

She said she felt like she had lost her soul every day, holding her phone, just waiting for her husband's call, afraid of missing it

.

She said she didn't go anywhere at night, just stayed in her dormitory, afraid that her husband would call her from there and she

wouldn't answer.

She was constantly on her phone, her mind elsewhere, even skipping dinner to avoid drinking water, afraid of missing her

husband's call if she left her dorm to use the restroom.

Her husband used to video chat with her every day; he'd call her before bed, chat a bit,

say goodnight, and then go to sleep.

Never before had there been such a long period of silence.

Three days passed, and she was still anxiously on her phone, waiting in her dorm every night.

On the fourth day, her spirits plummeted. She created a new QQ account with the username "Lonely

and Looking for Someone to Chat With." She said that as soon as she logged on, someone wanted to add her as a friend—that person was me. We

talked about very proper topics; being a virgin, I wasn't good at discussing anything sexual.

She said she had been waiting anxiously for her husband's call for a whole week; but

not a single call or email.

She was furious. Just as the seventh day of her husband's silence ended, she asked me if we should meet the next day

; you all know what happened next.

I finally understood. No wonder she kept clutching her phone, even glancing at it in the fast-food

restaurant ;

she was still struggling internally.

Later, when I went to study in the US, I put myself in her shoes and understood her husband; being alone overseas is

truly difficult.

But if both of them had been more understanding and yielded a little, this whole mess wouldn't have happened.

This incident made me feel that not only their relationship was tainted, but I also felt hurt to

some ;

after that, I changed completely.

Later, we talked for a while longer; she said, "You know what? Sometimes I really want it

. I don't want to do anything to betray my husband. So I find some porn clips online and masturbate; or I

video chat with my husband and have sex on weekends. I feel so dirty now."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.

I comforted her, thinking about how I was also masturbating in front of the computer.

Around eleven o'clock, she said, "You should go, the dorm is about to close. Just forget about me

, I'm sorry."

I put on my clothes, glanced at her one last time, and left without looking back.

Just like that, I gave all my firsts to this one-night stand.

Back in the dorm, I tossed and turned, my mind in turmoil, unable to sleep.

For a while afterward, I thought about her every day; thinking about her always made me feel a little sad.

Gang Ge, being experienced, understood my feelings.

He told me, "You're definitely suffering from the aftereffects of a one-night stand. I've been there, trust me, you'll get over it slowly

."

I explained the situation to Gang Ge, and he said, "Based on my experience, what she said is probably true."

"Because going out is about having fun, she wouldn't go through all that trouble to lie to you, let alone

cry. It's a good thing she wants you to forget her. Listen to me, don't get yourself into trouble," he said.

Now, after playing on one more time, I realize that it must have been her first time cheating, and she wasn't lying to me.

1. She wouldn't go to a hotel, but instead took me to her dorm—too dangerous. 2.

She didn't use a special card for one-night stands, but used a shared card—dangerous.

3. She chose to meet at her own activity venue, even though it was dark when she returned to her dorm—also dangerous.

I really didn't contact her again. For the next ten months, I was busy with my exams for studying abroad.

When you're busy, you forget everything; but when I finished the exams and had some free time, the emptiness made me

think of her again.

I hadn't seen her online on QQ since, so I thought I'd call her.

I didn't dare use my phone, afraid she wouldn't answer or her husband would see it.

I didn't dare text her either, afraid her husband would see it.

I found a public phone and dialed her number, and surprisingly, it went through.

"Hello." Her long-lost voice came through the phone.

"Ah, it's me," I said.

As soon as I finished speaking, she probably recognized my voice and immediately hung up.

I was frustrated; that night, my phone received a call from an unknown number, probably from

a public phone .

It was her. She just said, "I beg you, please don't contact me anymore. I'm about to be reunited with my husband, and

I just want to live a peaceful life with him. If I've hurt you, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please

forget me forever, goodbye."

"I...I..." I didn't know what to say.

Before I could finish, she hung up.

I was furious. I hated all of this.

I really never contacted her again, and I started to indulge myself.

I got a few QQ numbers from Gang Ge (a popular online chatterbox), and knowing they were promiscuous, I started chatting about lewd things online

.

They were usually quite happy and the conversation flowed smoothly.

I also got a new phone, added a SIM card, and started using OneStop. These promiscuous women had very high sex drives, and

having sex with them greatly improved my sexual skills.

But not long after, Gang Ge went abroad, and without his source of promiscuous women, I became too lazy to develop my own, even though Gang

Ge taught me many techniques.

I didn't want to have romantic relationships with online girls; my purpose in using OneStop was purely for sex.

After that, I was busy with my application to go abroad and never used OneStop again.

I left the country in July, just in time to see Gang Ge when he returned.

The following summer, I returned to China and met Gang Ge in my hometown; although it wasn't meeting an old friend in a foreign land, I still felt

it was a happy occasion.

Gang said to me, "We're not those poor, pale-faced scholars anymore, let's go find some prostitutes."

My first year in America was very difficult; I was busy and didn't find a girlfriend, nor did I even think about it.

I was back to my DIY days. Hearing him say that, I became horny.

Actually, I'd wanted to find prostitutes for a while, but I had no experience. I was prepared beforehand; I

gave my parents some of my savings, besides the plane ticket, and kept the rest for sex.

So, under Gang's guidance, I learned how to find prostitutes.

Before, having sex with online prostitutes felt exhausting; their desires were too strong.

Having sex with prostitutes felt enjoyable; they had many different techniques, and it was very comfortable; after all, I paid for it, so I received

God-like treatment.

One day I came home quite late, and my mother seemed to know what I'd been doing. She said to me, "You've gone bad."

"No, Mom, what are you thinking? I went to karaoke with my buddies."

"Have you been corrupted by your friends?" she asked again.

"Really, no, don't worry, Mom," I said.

I don't think Gang led me astray; I walk my own path in life.

Mom told me to find a girlfriend, but I made excuses.

I really don't want a girlfriend; I've become very lecherous and promiscuous; I can't give a girlfriend a sense of security.

I don't want to be in a relationship either; because all my tenderness and all my first times were

taken away by . I've

had sex with many beautiful girls, but I've never said "I love you" a second time.

I've never met a virgin, and I don't know what love is.

(The End)

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