[Twenty Years of Sexual Experiences] (Part 1): Na?ve Memories

My first encounter with sex, a "naive memory,"
was thanks to a childhood playmate. She lived in the building behind mine,
no more than a hundred meters away. She was three years younger than me and was my little follower. Back then, I was quite famous among the kids
, and she was one of my loyal admirers. I always treated her like an immature little girl and
never noticed that she had grown into a curvaceous woman. Her biggest flaw was that she was a bit chubby, which was
a frequent reason for me to tease her.
One summer vacation, bored out of my mind, I lay shirtless on a straw mat at home, limbs outstretched
, half-asleep, when suddenly someone knocked on the door. I opened it casually and saw her
standing there wearing a white dress with small floral patterns, holding a book, her face slightly flushed. I let her in, still
sprawled out on the mat. She took out a book from her arms and showed it to me—a novel by Qiong Yao. I told her I
didn't like it, but she wasn't angry at all, and told me the story with great interest.
Suddenly, I had a strange feeling, thinking: How old is this kid, already liking all this stuff about love and romance
… I turned my head and saw her sitting on a small stool next to me, her hands supporting her chin. My gaze immediately
fell between her legs, and I could see her pink panties. Although I didn't see anything else at the time, I
still felt like I'd been branded with a hot iron. I quickly looked away, my lower body instantly erect. I awkwardly
bent my legs to avoid giving myself away.
"You really don't like hearing about this?" She seemed a little sullen and stopped talking. I didn't say anything,
my mind was racing, countless pink panties swirling in front of me. I felt a little dizzy and my mouth was dry. She also
stopped talking, and the atmosphere became even more awkward.
I calmed myself down a bit, turned around, and asked her, "Why aren't you sleeping at midday? Why are you here telling me stories
?" Her face flushed instantly, and she said, "I thought you liked it." At that moment, I suddenly realized that
she was actually quite cute despite her chubby appearance, and an urge to get closer to her welled up inside me.
I moved aside and said, "Come sit here. I feel awkward sitting next to my head." She obediently
sat down next to me, and I could smell a faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from her. I didn't know what it was
, but I secretly peeked down and could see her well-developed breasts, like two small cones,
standing erect. My penis started to get hard again, and I pressed my legs together to hide my desire and impulse.
She turned her head and saw me staring intently at her chest, and her face flushed red.
"Do you like me?" I don't know why I asked that question; even my heart was racing.
Her face turned even redder, but she nodded sincerely.
"Lie down next to me," I think I was almost out of control of my impulse at that moment, and I didn't know
what I was going to do.
She hesitated for a very short time, then slowly lay down next to me, her two big eyes looking at me, innocent,
childlike, but full of passion. I think my gaze at her must have been burning with fire, which quickly made her breathing quicken.
I didn't say anything more, and cupped her face in my hands. We were less than ten centimeters apart, and I could clearly see
the fine hairs on her face. She closed her eyes, her lips trembling slightly. I could feel her breath, sweet as orchids, and the powerful hardness in my lower body pushed me
little by little towards her. I kissed her lips in one go. She closed her mouth slightly, then gave up resisting,
letting me kiss her lips and teeth haphazardly (please excuse my poor performance! Hehe). She opened her mouth slightly, and my tongue was able
to enter her mouth. Our tongues intertwined, sucking on each other, swallowing each other's saliva.
I involuntarily wrapped my legs around her, my hard penis pressing against her stomach, my hands groping her
breasts. This was the first time I had ever touched a girl's sensitive areas, and the fleshy sensation, accompanied by
a throbbing in my ears, overwhelmed me. She breathed heavily and reached out to stop my thrusts, but her hands landed right on my penis. She
looked down, let out a soft "ah," and broke free from my embrace, curling up into a ball.
Overwhelmed by sexual urges, I lost control. I embraced her, kissed her, and
groped her back, unbuttoning her dress. As I pulled the dress off, she began to sob.
I panicked a little, but I didn't give up, repeatedly whispering in her ear, "I love you... I love you..."
Her resistance slowly subsided, and I pulled her dress down from her ankles. She was left in only a white
tank top-style bra and pink panties. The tank top was slightly damp with sweat, revealing the color of her flesh.
With trembling hands, I pushed up her bra, and her lovely young breasts were fully revealed before my eyes
: on her rapidly rising and falling chest, like two cones, white with a hint of pink, the areolas protruding upwards, topped
with two small, bean-sized nipples, red and somewhat translucent. That scene still often
appears clearly in my mind.
I cupped her breasts, my gaze fixed on them, marveling at the gift of creation. After a moment's hesitation,
I gently took her small, fully erect nipple into my lips. She trembled slightly,
her hands covering her face. I breathed heavily, caressing and licking her breasts. She offered no resistance or struggle, allowing
me to freely touch her body.
I slipped one hand inside my shorts, groping for my throbbing
penis. A powerful urge surged through me, and a flicker of fear made me release my grip, continuing to caress her body.
I slid my hand over her lower abdomen, trying to control myself, and slowly slipped my fingers inside her panties. I noticed there wasn't much
hair on her genitals, but there was a noticeable bulge. When I touched the slit of flesh, we both stiffened.
My excitement and curiosity had reached their peak. She pressed her legs together, trapping my hand. I
whispered in her ear, "Let me see... just see... okay..."
Her legs slowly relaxed. I lowered myself, kneeling between her legs, and pulled
down her panties little by little, stretching the elastic band. Her vulva was gradually exposed to my burning gaze.
It was a full vulva, the mons pubis high and smooth, with only a few fine hairs. Between her legs
was a tightly closed slit.
I tossed her panties aside, panting heavily, and parted her legs. The slit remained tightly closed.
But glistening droplets were seeping from the lower part of her vulva. All the words I had ever read in romance novels were insufficient to describe
the beauty of this woman before me! I couldn't help but lean in and smell her. There was a very special scent,
which I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it made my heart race like a wild horse and my ears pound like war drums...
Stunned, I didn't know how to deal with this fleshy crevice. At first, I just took deep breaths in front of her. I
looked her up and down, amazed by her maturity at her age. My right hand had already slipped into my underwear and
was touching my penis.
That terrifying urge to ejaculate washed over me again. I reached out my left hand and covered her vulva, my thumb
digging into her slit. My body began to tremble, my hand stroking my penis quickened its pace, and my left hand groped
and grasped haphazardly. Ejaculation came like a flood bursting its banks, the semen seeping through my fingers and spraying into
my underwear, leaving a wet patch. I opened my mouth wide, breathing heavily, and withdrew my right hand, thick semen
staining my fingers. I rubbed it against her vulva, then lay down beside her, only then realizing my knees were
red and sore from the pressure.
For a long time, we didn't speak, just lay side by side. She sat up, climbed over me, and went to get her
bra. I saw her breasts appear even fuller when her nipples pointed downwards, making me feel dizzy again. She got up
to find her underwear, then silently put on her dress, walked to the door, and suddenly turned back to ask me: "Do you really like
me?" Seeing me nod, her face flushed again, and she gently opened the door and left.
I didn't see her for several days afterward. I heard her parents had taken her back to their hometown. I was worried she might
have said something to them, but two days later her parents returned to work, and I finally felt relieved
. She didn't reappear until the start of the school year.
During that final period, I intentionally avoided her, trying to stay home as much as possible. When my parents weren't home, I would go out
and play with my classmates. But in the quiet of the night, I would often think of that afternoon, of that
fleshy crevice that made my blood boil but I didn't know how to touch it. Actually, I secretly read some books about sex afterward, and vaguely understood
that I should put my penis into that fleshy crevice.
The following year was my crucial senior year of high school. I put aside all selfish thoughts and studied desperately, but due to
excessive pressure, victory ultimately eluded me; I missed university by more than ten points. Every day after failing the college entrance exam
was painful and long. I locked myself in my bedroom, venting my anger in various ways until I slowly
calmed down before venturing out again.
One evening, while taking a walk, I ran into her. She told me she knew about my failure and believed
I would succeed next year. I forced a smile and said, "Thank you, I will try my best."
The next afternoon, I was at home reading when she came. She was dressed brightly, in a pink
short-sleeved shirt and a white long skirt with red flowers. She said she wanted to see if I was really trying.
I chatted with her casually, and the image of that summer afternoon last year gradually surfaced in my mind. I took
her hand, and she leaned softly into my arms. I was overwhelmed with excitement and joy, kissing her, unbuttoning her
clothes, and slipping my hands inside her bra to caress her breasts. Perhaps because it had been a long time since I'd touched them, I felt that her
breasts had grown larger, firmer, and softer…
I kissed her passionately, and she, with her arms hanging limply, leaned into my arms, returning my kisses with fervent passion. My
impulse exploded instantly, and I dragged her into the bedroom, pulling her down onto the floor… On the bed, she lay motionless with her eyes closed,
her cheeks flushed, her mouth slightly open. Her top had already been taken off and thrown on the floor, her bra pulled up to her breasts,
her chest heaving violently. The zipper of her skirt had also been ripped open, revealing her lower abdomen and white panties…
I pulled down her skirt, and she made no attempt to stop me. As I took off her panties, she slowly
opened her eyes, looking at me with pure, gentle eyes, as clear and tender as water. I couldn't care less; with one
hand I caressed her labia and vulva, while with the other I tore at my own shorts. She watched me silently.
I threw off my underwear, turned around, got onto the bed, and knelt between her legs, facing her. She was still silently watching me,
watching my naked body, watching my bulging penis. A look of panic flashed in her eyes. I lowered
my head, avoiding her gaze, my right hand covering her genitals, my left hand kneading her breasts. I enjoyed the smooth, warm, and
soft feel. My fingers parted her labia; they were two fleshy pink labia,
glistening with a vibrant fluid. Besides that, I couldn't distinguish anything else. I couldn't find the hymen described in the "Physiology and Hygiene" book
, nor could I see the entrance to the vagina. Amidst the buzzing in my ears, I only knew that this was what I wanted
! The warmth of her body intensely stimulated my already burning desire. I silently encouraged myself
: Take her! Take her… I could feel my hands trembling nervously, my palms sweaty.
The sexual urge finally erupted like a torrent. I felt only one voice shouting: Insert her! Insert her!
I lay on top of her, my penis pressed against her vulva. She instinctively reached out, but the moment she touched my
penis, she recoiled as if electrocuted. I tried to push in, but encountered resistance and slipped past.
I didn't know what it was—maybe her hymen, maybe not. But I could feel the pleasure of physical contact
and her moist, soft labia. I grasped my penis and groped around her lower body, trying to find a way in. But my blind
thrusting hurt her, causing her to frown, bite her lip, and clamp her legs tightly around my body. Before I
could finish penetrating her, as my penis slipped past her labia again, I ejaculated—a lot, spraying
between her vulva and onto the mat.
As if all my strength had been drained, I collapsed beside her, utterly exhausted. I felt
something wet and cool slide down my cheek. I lifted myself up and saw her silently weeping. Speechless, I embraced her. She sobbed softly,
then wiped away her tears, looked at me earnestly, and said, "From today onward, I am your woman
..."
My heart skipped a beat. I forced a smile and pulled her closer, gently patting her back.
Once we had both calmed down, I carefully examined her vulva, seeing her labia, her
vaginal opening, and her hymen. I had always thought it was the perfect vulva of a young girl, perhaps because she was the woman I held in my arms.
Perhaps it was the first time…
After that, we didn't have any further intimacy. I was repeating a year of high school, and the studies were very demanding. Occasionally, I would ask
her out to a secluded spot behind a rockery to kiss. Sometimes, while touching her body, I would masturbate. I wouldn't
let her touch my penis, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself, because I had made up my mind not to possess her.
When summer came again, I was admitted to a prestigious university in the south. Her parents came to my house to see me off. She
didn't come, but on the day I left, as I boarded the train, I saw her standing far away on the street chatting with her friends…
From then on, I never returned to that neighborhood where I had lived.

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