[During class, my finger was inside my deskmate's penis] (Full) Author: Unknown

During class, my fingers were inside my deskmate's...
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That happened in high school—years have passed, and the memory has become increasingly blurred. If it weren't for this
evoking past memories, I probably would never have written it down. I liked that girl not
because she was so great, but because the more unattainable something is, the more reluctant I am to give up.
Originally, I was already with another, more beautiful and charming girl—don't overthink it,
I hadn't even had a taste of romance before, and that was the end of it. But because of this girl, I broke up with my previous one,
and later I inevitably regretted it, but that's fate, I guess. I must have owed her in my past life.
This girl was good at sports, so she was very strong, and her slightly dark skin looked very elastic. She especially
liked to dress up, often wearing different clothes in the morning and afternoon. Her hips were very full,
pleasing to the eye from the side and back. Unlike some girls who, even in tight pants, still have a wrinkled and shapeless bottom, I
wasn't initially her deskmate, and I didn't particularly like her. She didn't like me either, but instead kept
flirting with another boy in the class who was very athletic. I was somewhat competitive, which is why I gradually started to pay attention to her and get closer
. But her coy and alluring manner made me increasingly unable to resist.
One evening during the summer vacation of my first year of high school, I was wandering around aimlessly when I accidentally saw that boy riding a bicycle, and
there was that girl sitting on the crossbar. The boy was leaning forward, his crotch pressed tightly against the girl's buttocks,
swaying from side to side. I never expected this girl to be so flirtatious, and it really made me indignant. I had been
so nice to her all the time, and even followed her home several times after evening self-study to protect her. I had never seen her show any interest in me
, and then she just got on someone else's bike.
Luckily, I'm popular in my class. After summer vacation, I talked to her deskmate and shamelessly
switched places with her. At first, she was quite arrogant, especially knowing I'd only gone there because of her, so she was always cold to me,
making me feel like I was being pathetic. Why did I go looking for trouble? Unfortunately, my personality is such that the harder something is to get,
the more persistent I become. I endured it!
But she still humiliated me repeatedly. One time before class, she was arguing with me again, and I got angry.
Even as the teacher started lecturing, I couldn't calm down. I don't know what possessed me, but I actually grabbed her hand tightly. I still clearly remember
the feeling of holding her hand for the first time—although I'd touched other girls' hands before, that time was incredibly stimulating.
It was a real electric feeling, a tingling sensation all over my body, so exhilarating! She struggled, but since class was in session, she didn't dare to make any
big moves, and I wouldn't let go, so she couldn't do anything. Half the class passed like this, and I saw she stopped trying to struggle.
Growing bolder, I released her with my right hand and slipped it under the hem of her shirt. It was early autumn;
she was wearing a coat over a shirt, and underneath that, a vest. She probably hadn't expected me to be so bold
, letting me reach right up to her chest. Wow, she wasn't wearing a bra! (Later she told me her mother wouldn't let her
wear one so early, saying it might hinder breast development). The soft feeling was intoxicating.
She realized what was happening and tried to pull me away, but it was even harder; there were people watching from behind, so I couldn't make any big
moves. I just followed her movements, gently rubbing her breasts and her small nipples. Slowly,
I noticed that her nipples would harden—I was so naive back then, not knowing this was a sign of affection, and even
thinking that a hard nipple wasn't as fun as a soft one, so I cupped my whole hand around her breast and rubbed it. Gradually, she stopped
moving, blushing as she sat down and looked down at her book. I pretended to be sitting and watching the teacher lecture, but actually I was completely enjoying
her breasts, touching them endlessly.
I still clearly remember it was a Chinese class.
After class, she quickly got up, and I naturally withdrew my hand. I was worried she would react badly, but instead,
she ran to the toilet with a red face—I only realized what happened later.
Anyway, I was quite naive at the time, thinking I could touch her more often during class. But women are strange; the first
time they resist fiercely, but once it's over, they become more and more willing. The next few times, it was easy for
me to put my hand inside. Once, also in Chinese class, she suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it down. I
thought to myself, "She's touched me so many times, why is she pretending to be so proper?" But since it had already happened so many times, I thought, "What's the big deal? If she won't
let me touch her this time, I'll just leave." But
instead of letting go of my hand after pulling it out of her shirt, she pulled it directly into her waistband. Honestly,
I was shocked. Touching Mimi was already considered excessive, but I never expected… The first time I put my hand inside, it didn't even go under
her panties. But even through the fabric, I could feel the warmth and wetness of her genitals; that softness was
completely different from what I felt above.
I was immediately aroused. My hand groped wildly, and I tried several times to slip my hand under her panties to touch her genitals directly.
But because her panties were tight, and she was sitting on a chair, it was difficult for me to reach in from the side. So I only felt
a few tufts of pubic hair and some wetness. I tried to pull my hand out and then insert it again, but she stopped me the first few times—
she probably thought I didn't want to touch her anymore and wouldn't let me pull my hand out. I had no choice but to continue
trying to understand what a woman's private parts looked like through her panties—honestly, back then there was no internet or
pornographic pictures, I really didn't know what a mature woman's genitals looked like.
Finally, I managed to pull my hand out and insert it directly through her underwear. I realized then that it was truly an overabundance
; the wet pubic hair and slippery flesh made me grope for that place called the vagina.
I tried inserting a finger, and could feel a ring-shaped opening in the center. The moment it went in, she shuddered
and told me it hurt. The feeling inside was wonderful. Because she was athletic, the flesh inside was slippery,
tender yet firm. She asked if I could feel anything moving inside, and my finger could indeed feel it—
none of the girls I met later had experienced this kind of movement. It's a pity… I ultimately
couldn't have sex with her—I was afraid of taking responsibility.
Also, when she cried out in pain during the attempt, I didn't dare move. Otherwise, I think it would have been incredibly pleasurable.
She sat on the chair, squeezing her legs together and moving her hips back and forth, circling around like she was grinding ink. The movements were so exaggerated
I was afraid the people behind me would see. Luckily, high school classes were demanding, and there was usually a long row of books in front of the desks, so
the people behind couldn't see what was happening under the desk. But I was already terrified. After class, she ran to the bathroom
to check if she was bleeding. My hands were wet, but I couldn't bear to wash them. I secretly tasted them—they were salty. Later, I kept
trying to do this, but after a while, people inevitably found out. One of my friends secretly told me that
many people watched our interactions like porn. I was furious! Plus, the homeroom teacher complained that I wasn't paying attention in class
—how could I possibly pay attention?!—so they separated us. Too bad, I was hoping to wait until it got warmer and
just slip my hand under her skirt! That plan was ruined.
Later, that girl and I dated for a while, and she started becoming very promiscuous. The most outrageous time was at lunchtime when
the classroom was less crowded. She was sitting on a desk talking to another boy, her legs spread wide open, facing me—of course,
I was the only one in that direction. Her green panties under her red skirt made me incredibly hard. That night, I dragged
her to the playground and thoroughly penetrated her with my fingers.
Unfortunately, I never got to have my penis inside her. Later, after graduating high school, we were separated by distance, and she got a new boyfriend,
so things gradually ended.
The above description is based on my personal experience. From then on, I gained a clearer understanding of the promiscuous side of girls
, and I also learned many techniques for seducing girls through her. She could be considered my mentor. Now she's married
, and she's still very considerate towards me at every class reunion. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to try that self-
moving fairy cave again!
[The End]

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