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A virgin I slept with during my sophomore year of college 

In my second year of university, I started noticing a girl. She was always alone, not very tall, about 6162 cm, and
very thin. I, well, I prefer slender, slim figures, so I guess I initially noticed her figure. Actually, looking back
, she was just thin; she didn't really have a figure, because a figure usually refers to prominent
features like her chest or buttocks, which she didn't have.

She often carried a large, light yellow bag, which I thought could fit her inside. Later, my roommates
jokingly called it "Big Yellow Bag." Incidentally, there was another girl in school with a smaller yellow bag, whom we also noticed, but I didn't
pursue her. Although she was my type, she had a silly boyfriend. Every time I saw him carrying
that little yellow bag, I imagined his ugly body writhing on top of it, and it sent chills down my spine. So,
I never even considered getting close to her. (So, does this mean I have a kind of OCD?

Haha)

Anyway, let's get back to the main topic and talk about our female lead in this episode, Big Yellow Bun. Every time my buddies and I bump into her on campus, we all
tease her loudly, and I think she probably noticed. One afternoon, I went to the study room and happened to see her reading in the corner. Of course, I
didn't miss the chance , so I casually sat down next to her, but not right next to her, I sat in front of her. As you can imagine, I didn't
get to read much, I was just busy turning around to talk to her, but surprisingly, she didn't react at all, didn't say much, and didn't leave, which
confused . Just like that, a nice afternoon was wasted.

Later, by chance, I asked a friend to invite her out, and my friend, of course, wisely left, so I chatted with her, talking about this and
that. I'm pretty good at talking, so there wasn't an awkward silence, and I think I left a good impression. Surprisingly, she didn't have a cell phone. Although cell phones
weren't a necessity in 2003, they were still more than half the population. She was quite fashionable, yet she didn't have one.

While contacting her was a bit inconvenient, I still insisted on meeting her the next day—nothing out of the ordinary.

The third day, a breakthrough!

We chatted outside until about nine o'clock. I asked her if she liked watching football. Unsurprisingly, she didn't. I said I loved it;
it was the opening match of the European Championship, the host nation Greece versus Portugal, and I had to watch it. But I didn't have a TV in my room (I rented a place off-campus during university),
and I needed to get a room. Could she come with me? She readily agreed, probably because she's a girl from Northeast China—not shy at all.

"This is promising!" That was my thought at the time. So I took her to a chain hotel (not a budget hotel like Home Inn or 7 Days Inn, just
one in the city where I went to university), and we got a room—a standard room, of course. Like boiling a frog, you have to keep the water warm, haha.

Neither of us showered; we just obediently watched TV. I even deliberately lay down on separate beds, waiting for the first sip.

Luckily, I'm pretty good at staying awake. I have a buddy (who will also be the subject of my future post about new experiences)

who, even with a girl he just met and was planning a one-night stand with next to him, would choose to sleep rather than sleep with her if he got sleepy late.

So, the game actually started. She's pretty good at staying awake, I noticed. Watching the game, I unconsciously slipped onto her side of the bed and put my arm
around her.

She didn't reject me, and then I lost interest in watching the game. Sorry, by the way, I really love watching games,
but at this crucial moment… never mind. I buried my head almost in her hair, it felt great. Even though I hadn't showered, she smelled wonderful
. Looking back now, I think it was the scent of a virgin, haha. Smelling her hair, my hands started to wander. My left arm was around her neck, using her as
a pillow, while my right hand was out, caressing her slender waist. It was so slender, maybe an inch and eighteen inches? I thought to myself. I touched and squeezed, then
the right angle formed by my thumb and forefinger naturally rested against the bottom edge of her small bra.

When touching the breasts of a non-sexy woman, never start by roughly squeezing them; always begin by touching from below. I remembered this well. I slowly caressed her
bra for about six or seven minutes, until my entire hand was pressed against her small breast. She only breathed more rapidly, without making
any unusual sounds. After a while, I gently tightened my fingers and squeezed her small breast. At that moment, I could only feel the bra. No,
this wouldn't be any real benefit. I slipped my hand inside her clothes and started touching.

Sorry, still a bra… Sigh, she's small-breasted. I thought, I reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and
touched again. Sure enough, it was very small. How small? With all five fingers together, the four fingers excluding the thumb formed an angle of about 135 degrees with the palm,
creating about the right space in the palm.

Although her breasts were small, they were still very elastic and felt quite cute to the touch.

While touching them, I kept lifting her clothes with my upper arm until her upper body was finally exposed to me. She was wearing a small bra, the color of which I still
can't quite describe looked like flesh-colored, but not quite. Maybe it was
because the lighting was dim, and she didn't seem to wear that bra again, so I can't remember what color it was.

Since that's how it is, let's not say anything more and just suckle. Her small breasts were just the right size for me to swallow whole. I had her small
breasts in my mouth, my tongue swirling around and licking her nipples. She finally started to react "normally," moaning very softly, which accelerated
the engorgement in my lower body, and I started to take off her pants.

With a lot of effort, I pulled off her jeans and started touching her panties. I began kissing her from above, and she returned the kiss quite enthusiastically
. The intertwining of our tongues made me feel like I was about to explode. Feeling she was a little wet, I pulled off her panties, propped myself up,
and prepared to thrust in.

Although there was some lubrication, penetration was still a bit difficult; it wasn't a smooth "plop." My penis and vagina rubbed together
for a while. Finally, I lost patience and thrust hard. She reacted as if she'd been electrocuted or stabbed, letting out a pitiful cry.
I clearly saw tears streaming down her face. I thought to myself, "Damn, is she a virgin?" No way, she doesn't look like it. I asked her if it hurt (obviously). She
didn't answer. I said, "Well…" She actually said, "Do whatever you want…"

I swear, she really said that. I still remember that sentence vividly. I thrust all the way in and started pumping. Her voice at that moment
wasn't a moan of pleasure, nor was it entirely a groan of pain; it was very distinctive. I didn't dare to try any other positions, so I used a more traditional position to complete
the entire sexual intercourse, and finally ejaculated inside.

Afterwards, I saw many specks of blood on the sheets under her buttocks. Damn, she really was a virgin! A sudden pang of guilt
flashed through my mind. Really, I just wanted to relieve myself, and it turned out to be a virgin, and even from my hometown in Northeast China. But
it was fleeting; after all, that virgin blood would have been shed for someone else if not me.

The next morning, when I checked out, the front desk even charged me an extra twenty yuan for sheet cleaning! Damn it.

They looked at me strangely, but who cares? "I don't give a fucking shit!"

Since it was internal ejaculation, I bought her emergency contraception. She seemed relatively calm, and we went our separate ways.

Later, things became more natural. She often came back to my rented apartment with me, and sometimes she would be very proactive, specifically touching my penis.
Heh, it seems that under normal circumstances, women have needs just like men. This went on for over a week, until
the .

She didn't do well on her exam and failed, so she was in a bad mood. She called my cell phone asking me to keep her company. I was busy at the time, but I put it down and went to see
her anyway. We went to get something to eat, and she ordered beer, which she chug down. Actually, she only drank one bottle, but she got drunk. I suggested going back to my place, but
she didn't want to. I offered to take her back to her dorm, but she refused. I said then we'd have to get a hotel room. She didn't say yes or no, so I took her to a hotel.
Embarrassingly, I hadn't brought my ID card and was using hers. I also didn't have enough money, so I used her money. I found
one of those small, privately owned hotels, and I clearly remember paying the old man 50 yuan.

Once in the room, I undressed her on the bed. While I was undressing her, I had a wicked thought. She wouldn't give me oral sex, so I
shoved my penis into her mouth. She seemed uncomfortable, closing her eyes and twisting her head. Although she didn't stick out her tongue, I still felt
a considerable amount of pleasure. This foreshadowed what happened years later when I got a casual sex partner drunk and then slept with her. That night, I still didn't contact her.
The next day I got up early to catch the train. Later, during summer vacation, I was playing Counter-Strike with my buddies at an internet cafe. Out of boredom, I logged onto QQ
and found she was online. We chatted for a while; that was the only time we contacted each other that summer.

When school started, it was on QQ again. I greeted her, and she seemed upset that I hadn't contacted her. I had indeed been having a lot of fun during the summer and hadn't had
time to contact her. She actually started swearing, once again displaying the personality of a Northeastern girl. I felt annoyed and immediately closed QQ.
The next time I saw her, she was walking quite intimately with another boy. We haven't been in contact since.

This is my first post, and my writing is poor—I only scored a little over 90 on my university Chinese exam—but it's true. I'll post more of my
experiences later, hoping to improve. The plot will definitely be more exciting because I became increasingly absurd, haha… [The End]

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