Early Summer Love

That June, the weather seemed to get hot exceptionally early; summer arrived in a flash. This is my
favorite season, not only because I was born in June, but also because the unique warmth, honesty
, and exuberance of summer make me feel invigorated.
I had been working at an advertising company for a full year since graduating from university. As soon as June arrived, a nostalgic scent
filled , lingering in my busy yet structured life.
So, that Saturday, I invited a group of my university buddies to go back to our alma mater to play soccer. My
new girlfriend came along too.
We met at a friend's party; she was the kind of pure and beautiful girl, and I noticed her
almost from the first moment I saw her. We went on a few more dates after that.
On the day we went to play soccer at our alma mater, we had been dating for less than a month. The game was between us graduates and the younger students from our alma mater; I played forward, and we won 3-1.
She sat quietly under the shade of a tree, watching us sweat profusely on the field. Even when
I scored a goal in the first half, she only stood up demurely and waved to me. I remember she
was wearing a white blouse that day, and a simple floral long skirt that looked particularly charming in the breeze.
After the game, I went out to eat with my buddies. Because it was a bit hot, I
felt a little bad seeing my girlfriend standing by the field for two whole hours. After a few beers, we got up to leave.
At that moment , one of my buddies glanced at my girlfriend standing next to me and made a strange face at me.
It was a meaningful hint. Actually, I knew in my heart that the time was gradually ripe. On
the way back, I kept silently repeating: "Girl, I will definitely get you today."
We took a taxi back to my place in Huayuan Village. It was a second-hand apartment I bought after working for six months; it had two
bedrooms and a living room, located on the third floor. Since I usually lived alone, the room was a bit messy. Outside
the south-facing was a tall locust tree, its dense branches swaying gently in front of the window. It was a
summer afternoon filled with desire .
This was her first time at my house. After entering, I let my girlfriend sit on the sofa and watch TV while I went to
take . In the cramped yet brightly lit room, an atmosphere of ambiguity was quietly brewing.
I had two girlfriends in college. The first one lasted two years, but nothing happened between us,
and then she went abroad. My "first time" happened when I was a senior in college, with a
white-collar girl two years older than me. I always felt she wasn't quite right for me because I was determined to find a younger girl as my
girlfriend . Later, we broke up for various reasons.
Since then, I've only occasionally met women known as "prostitutes" in hotels while on business trips,
and I remained emotionally empty for over a year until I met my current girlfriend.
I finished showering in just five minutes. I was somewhat impatient. Perhaps it was because I had just finished playing
soccer that morning, and my muscles were all stretched out; perhaps it was because the weather was so hot; or perhaps it was because my girlfriend waiting in
the living room aroused a strong desire in me. I felt my blood surging, and my muscles bulging with blood
. But I had to try my best not to get an erection; I couldn't let her see my excitement immediately.
When I came out of the bathroom, I was only wearing a pair of black briefs, which I had specially prepared for this moment.
A book said that tight black briefs could perfectly outline a man's masculine curves and were a wonderful weapon to stimulate
a woman's erogenous zones.
At that time, my girlfriend was lounging on the sofa, casually flipping through TV channels. When she saw me come out, her gaze shifted from
the TV to me. I knew I had a very muscular physique, which already had
a good .
I walked over, sat down next to her, and gently asked her, "Are you tired today?"
She said, "Not bad."
I put my arm around her shoulder and asked, "Do you think I played well in today's game?" She
playfully replied, "So-so."
At that moment, I pulled her into my arms tightly and exclaimed, "What?! How dare you say 'so-so'!"
Just like that, everything happened naturally, as if it had been waiting for. I started kissing her. Her lips had a
faint fragrance, like the taste of jasmine tea. Her tongue was very moist, and I entwined my tongue with hers, first
gently, then more and more intensely. Unexpectedly, her tongue was also wild, taking the initiative many times. I
kept stroking her back and buttocks, and I could feel where her bra and panties were.
I've forgotten how long we kissed, and then I said, "Let's change places, go to the bed, that would be
more comfortable." She nodded. So I picked her up and put her on the bed in my bedroom.
I pressed myself against her and continued kissing for a while. Then, I slowly started unbuttoning her top.
It was a white shirt, and as I unbuttoned it, I felt her full breasts almost spilling out.
She lay there quietly, watching me unbutton it one button at a time. After taking off the shirt, she
took off her plain long skirt. Now she was only wearing a white bra and panties.
She suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, and we began a passionate kiss again. If we had been
somewhat , we were now completely uninhibited. Sometimes our tongues intertwined passionately, and
sometimes I withdrew from her mouth to kiss her sweet cheek.
She whispered in my ear, "Your pectoral muscles are amazing, you're like a mountain, I'm afraid I
can't handle it ..." I never expected that such a simple sentence would instantly excite me so much.
Next, I gently removed her bra. This moment was simply intoxicating! This was the first
time had seen her body. When the bra clasp popped open, her full breasts were finally freed. She
pretended to be shy and wrapped her arms around her chest.
I gently moved her arm away, and she offered almost no resistance. My girlfriend's breasts were
quite perfect, and after our earlier foreplay, they appeared even fuller. Her areolas were red, and her nipples were erect.
Her moans began to intensify.
I used my left hand to cup her breast from below, then pressed my index finger against her red nipple. I felt...
My girlfriend's body convulsed. I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, making it stand up even more.
I asked her, "Is it swollen?"
She could only nod weakly, and then I took her other nipple into my mouth. My tongue felt
the nipple's fiery heat.
As my tongue gently licked the nipple upwards, my girlfriend moaned incessantly, saying, "Ah—ah…so—
comfortable !"
I'm used to spending a lot of time on a girl's breasts. My girlfriend closed her eyes, just moaning, letting me
do , seemingly enjoying it immensely. Her hands, through my underwear, caressed my penis. I was completely
engorged. I felt an extreme soreness in my glans, and the bulge in my underwear was already soaked. This feeling was
so wonderful ; I wanted to hold onto this moment forever.
I started to take off her underwear. She slowly raised her legs, and the small panties slipped off her feet, shrinking into a ball.
I smelled them; they had a lotus scent. I tossed the small panties aside. On my bed,
my woman was completely naked. Her vulva was small, with a sparse tuft of soft hair.
I lifted one of her legs, and her little opening was slightly parted, seemingly still spasming with each contraction. I buried my head
there—to be honest, I don't like licking a woman's vulva. So I gently inserted a finger
. Needless to say, it was warm and incredibly wet inside.
I kissed every detail of her body; she was truly a girl with a perfect figure. She was panting, her hand
still touching my penis. Sometimes she would cup my chest with her palms, and my chest would begin to swell.
I think she could feel my heartbeat.
She also helped me take off my underwear, saying, "At a time like this, you're still pretending to wear it." My
penis stood erect in front of her, at a 45-degree angle to my body.
She pinched it with her hand, saying provocatively, "So big and thick! Your pubic hair is so thick!"
I asked her, "Do you want some?"
She said shyly, "Yes."
I continued to knead her breasts and kiss her lips. After a while, I penetrated her. I parted her legs
and began to slowly penetrate her. Although we had both had sex before, this was our
first time, so I was very careful to be gentle.
Her vagina was very tight, and I felt my glans throbbing, the secretions mixing with her fluids. We
both stared at that spot, watching my penis slowly enter her body.
It seemed to take a long time, and I felt I was fully inside her. I rested for a moment, then
considerately asked, "How about it, shall we begin?"
And so I began. Her hands were wrapped around my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her legs were
tightly wrapped around my waist. I felt intensely how much this woman beneath me needed me. With
each thrust, she began to moan rhythmically. My dear girl, she had given herself to me, she had been
completely conquered, she was my woman!
She kept whispering in my ear, "You're so strong, you're such a man!"
A few minutes later, we changed positions. I stood by the bed, and she placed one of her legs on my shoulder
. I continued to thrust. She was really tight, yet very lubricated. I was so hard; I felt like I was
being swallowed whole.
A few times, I tried more vigorous movements, pulling my entire penis almost out, and just as the head
was about to completely leave her body, I thrust it back in forcefully, all the way to the very bottom. This
gave us immense pleasure, a feeling that words couldn't describe.
Next, we changed to a rear-entry position. I've watched a lot of porn and know that changing positions
can increase the fun. She knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised as high as possible. I couldn't help but laugh at this point, because her
position was really interesting.
I lightly patted her buttocks with my palm, making a crisp sound. Then, I entered her. She didn't seem
to like this position very much, because it was somewhat wild, and I had complete control. But she didn't
resist my advances.
I leaned forward forcefully so that my hands could touch her swaying breasts. I pinched her nipples.
From behind, her waist was slender, her curves perfect—at that moment, I kept thinking:
this pure and beautiful girl in front of me was completely my captive. My
sense of conquest as a man was immensely satisfied.
I kept praising her in a rough voice, "Your figure is so perfect!" My penis was deeply inside her, my pubic hair
brushing against her clitoris. I could feel the impact of her buttocks against my inner thighs. She said she needed to urinate. I
knew this was a sign of a woman reaching orgasm. I ignored her request, letting my penis run wild, continuing
to thrust violently, while her moans grew louder and louder.
I asked her again and again, "Did you orgasm?"
She could only answer with "uh-huh, ah-ah."
Finally, we returned to our initial position. I lay on top of her. This time I was much more vigorous than before. She
held me tightly with her hands.
I felt I couldn't hold back any longer and quickly said, "Get ready to enjoy it, I'm about to cum!"
She said, "Ah! I, I can't take it..."
Then, I felt a wonderful, bone-chilling spasm, and wave after wave of intense heat
gushed , shooting violently into her uterus. Her vagina contracted violently in response. I swayed
my whole body with abandon, experiencing an unparalleled pleasure!
After ejaculating, I didn't immediately withdraw from her body. We were both soaked in sweat
. I lay on top of her, tenderly kissing her lips. Her eyes were closed,
looking . She told me that when she watched me play football on the field, she knew I must be great in bed too.
That afternoon, we fell asleep naked in each other's arms, the early summer heat outside the window,
the ceiling fan emitting a monotonous, rhythmic sound. The old locust tree seemed to be asleep too, an occasional breeze
rustling its leaves. The air was filled with the scent of gardenias.
I looked at my girlfriend beside me; she was sleeping peacefully, her usual purity and sweetness restored, making her appear...
It was peaceful and serene.
A familiar song drifted in from somewhere—Lin Zhixuan's cover of "Your Appearance"—and
for some , a faint sadness washed over me again. June, early summer, truly a season for nostalgia
!
I woke up at six in the afternoon, and, still in the mood, we engaged in another passionate encounter. Then, we got up
, showered, got dressed, and went out for dinner together.
Six months later, my relationship with her ended without a trace. To this day, we remain good friends. Like in the novel
*The Catcher in the Rye*, we had such an intimate relationship; I think I'll probably
never forget her.

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