My First Half of Life 13

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Introduction:
Whether I've lived half my life is up to God, I don't know. I just used this title to ride the wave of popularity;
actually, I haven't watched a single episode of that TV series.
Seeing so many friends writing about their past and present, all sorts of romantic escapades, makes me
incredibly envious.
I also had a few years of carefree living during my single period, but now that marriage is imminent, I no longer have the opportunity to
squander my . Especially since my wife is in her prime, with ample breasts and a curvaceous figure, leading to endless nights of revelry.
Occasionally, I have the urge to find another girl for a change, but inevitably, I lack the stamina.
However, even amidst our marital bliss, I can't help but miss those hormone-fueled days. I'll share a few excerpts I can still remember
, just to give you a laugh before you drift off to sleep.
(I) Awakening
Looking back, the reason I had such a persistent pursuit of sex as an adult was probably because
my sexual awakening was too late in my youth, or rather, the curiosity that wasn't satisfied in my adolescence accumulated and erupted in my youth
.
I remember when I was in junior high school, there was a girl in my class who, despite her young age, already had a very
well-developed . Although she wasn't tall, she had a bit of baby fat and was very cute.
She sat diagonally in front of me. We chatted after class, walked home together, and played together on spring outings. Even the teacher secretly
warned my dad that the two kids had an inappropriate relationship. When my dad got home, he called me over and lectured me, saying, "
If you're so capable, then don't let the teacher find out if you're flirting with girls, otherwise, don't do anything useless...
" During the summer vacation after my second year of junior high, she invited me to her house. Her parents weren't home. She took out a videotape with no
cover When she put it on the VCR, it showed a Western couple, completely naked, limbs
intertwined. The camera zoomed in, and the man's genitals were as hard as a rod.
But for some reason, he was inserting it into the woman's anus (at the time, I thought it was an anus), going in and out. The woman seemed to
be enjoying it, screaming incessantly.
This was my first experience with love. I sat there, stunned, for about 40 minutes…
She told me it was called love, and supposedly, even more pleasurable than a kiss…
I only remember feeling parched, my limbs feeling superfluous and unsure where to put them, waves of pleasurable
numbness washing over my lower body. I stumbled through the rest of my sentence and stood up to go home.
She stood at the door, her big eyes blinking at me, and asked, “Just like that
?” I shook my head like an idiot (and looking back, I really was an idiot)…
She came up and hugged me, giving me a long, French kiss…
For the first time since birth, someone had licked my tongue, and it was a woman! My thoughts at the time were: a woman's
lips are so soft, her tongue so sweet, and those two soft mounds rubbing against my chest… what the hell! I don't remember how I got down the stairs, but I do remember missing a step and tripping. When I got up, I felt a cool, wet sensation in my crotch
, but I didn't notice the laughter and the sound of a door closing behind me. She secretly laughed about it for years, until years later, when we were lying on her bed in her graduate school dorm, she was holding my penis in one hand, gently caressing it, and still … In the end, I was so embarrassed and angry that I fucked her hard until she moaned for half the night… After that incident, there was nothing romantic during my entire high school years. I had one or two girlfriends, but looking back now , it was just childish play. At most, we'd hold hands after school; I never even kissed a girl on the cheek again. Only once, in my first year of high school, I rode my bicycle to take a girl home, and she gently kissed me on the cheek. I was so excited that I fell off my bicycle and crashed into the bushes by the roadside … Even when my classmates were spreading rumors that a girl in the next class had gotten pregnant and had an abortion, I was still wondering how someone who could get pregnant … Later, when I started living in the dormitory, I finally received a thorough sex education during the late-night talks after lights out, and I even gradually became more willing to tell some risqué jokes to the girls. Even in a puberty education class, when the teacher introduced that female students should use high-quality, absorbent sanitary napkins during their periods , I casually turned to the class beauty next to me and asked, "What brand do you use ? " ... As a result, the class beauty was very embarrassed and casually answered "Band-Aid," then kicked me into the trash can in the back row ... (II) First Taste of Human Beauty Actually, everyone was pretty much the same in middle school. The school was strict, and parents were watchful. No matter how many rosy little thoughts , they could only remain thoughts. You could only look at pretty girls, and you could only satisfy your surging hormones with your hands. However, with the graduation of high school, the era of relying solely on a pair of hardworking hands unexpectedly came to an end . Everything seemed to happen naturally, as if by fate. Graduation, liberation, going out with my girlfriend—to her house, to mine—and somehow, our fun gradually moved from outside to inside, from the floor to the sofa, and then from the sofa to the bed… Back then, young men and women were shy. Even though they both wanted the same thing, neither knew how to break the ice. So they were hesitant and secretive. "Where to today ?" "Let's go to the movies!" "There aren't any good ones!" "Then let's rent a DVD to watch at home, something exciting." "You're such a pervert." (Shyly) "Should we rent it or not ?" "Rent!" ... Then, "Look closely, why are you always rubbing against my leg! " "Take your hand out of my bra!" " Hey , why are you secretly kissing me!" "You pervert, stop pinching my breasts!" ...

Then,
"Are you stupid? It takes you five minutes to unhook your bra!"
"Be gentle with your bite, it hurts!"
"Don't lick there, no way!"
"Ah... come in gently, it hurts a little!"
...
And then, that was it...
I don't know what other men are like, but my first time as a man probably lasted less than ten seconds... I
was so nervous, the excitement in my brain couldn't reach my lower body at all. The more nervous I was, the more disobedient my penis became,
until the moment before it finally got hard. Once it went in, I couldn't control myself anymore...
After that moment, my back ached, my legs were weak, my hands were numb, and my mind was blank...
Later, I saw many novels where people said they took a break, got hard again, and went on for eight hundred rounds. I just want to say that I did
n't .
"Grandma, little baby, don't cry. Please put your underwear on first, okay?
What are we going to do with this sheet stained with so many little red dots? And it's still on your limp little brother! There's a half-full bag of condoms filled with liquid;
will ? How long until Mom and Dad get home from work…
?" The initial panic of youth is inevitable, but after the panic subsides, what remains is beauty.
The passionate, hot-blooded teenager and the budding, inexperienced girl—it's not
just a fleeting passion, it's like the Serrajevo of 1914, Poland of 1939
! Once ignited, it's a series of world wars…
In those days, there were no hourly hotels; the cost of a hotel room was astronomical for two high school graduates, still under economic
control .
So, starting after graduation, at home, in movie theater booths, in library corners, in karaoke rooms
…
everywhere, there were deliberately suppressed moans and lingering bodily fluids…
But the truth will out eventually, and what goes around comes around… One
afternoon, we were both at home, completely absorbed in our own world, when suddenly we heard
the sound … Hang up, Mom and Dad are home!
"Wait a minute, it's not time to leave work yet...
" In a panic, I grabbed a blanket to cover my girlfriend, pulled on a pair of underwear, and rushed to the door, trying to
keep the danger out...
My mother stood at the door, glanced at my outfit, then at the sneakers on the floor that were clearly those of
a high school , and then at my closed bedroom door. She decisively stopped
the driver who was carrying the new TV into the house and said to him, "Don't install it today, just put it in the hallway."
Then she didn't take another step into the house, only whispering one sentence to me, "Be careful,
don't cause any problems before you go to college."
She turned around, closed the door, and silently left. The sound of a car starting up and the engine fading into the distance could be heard outside...
Years later, as I grew up, whenever I recalled this embarrassing moment, I was always
deeply grateful to my mother for the leeway and respect she showed to a man who wasn't even a real man yet.

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