The girl who caught my eye

Because I often saw her in the neighborhood, the girl wasn't unfamiliar with me. Although we hadn't talked much, I was at least somewhat acquainted with her. I don't know if she believed in first impressions, but I quite liked her, mainly because of her youthful yet unassuming personality. I could sense that she was already quite familiar with me and didn't seem to mind, but I never expected our first sexual encounter to be so...unpleasant.I nodded to her casually as usual, then listened to music and looked at the scenery. However, the girl didn't seem to be in the mood to read that afternoon. Since it was Saturday, the park was bustling with people. Noticing the irritable girl, I seized the opportunity to go over and strike up a conversation. This seemed to be the first time, and the girl, who couldn't concentrate on her book, was clearly happy to talk to me. She was reading Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood," which I had also read. Although it's a book loved by literary youths, it actually contains some adult scenes, which confirmed to me that although the girl seemed very innocent, she wasn't entirely innocent. She understands adult matters. So I started chatting with her about the book's contents, from the dry well to the protagonist's ridiculous roommate. At the most interesting parts, she couldn't help but laugh, which was quite charming. We got along better and better, talking about "Norwegian Wood" and Murakami's new book, "The Big Radish and the Difficult Avocado." She mentioned she was looking for some essay collections, and this book was hard to find because it was relatively new, but I could tell she was really looking forward to it. Luckily, a friend had sent me a genuine copy last month, so I offered to lend it to her. I live in a nearby studio apartment, and she lives in a girls' dormitory at a nearby school—we're very close—so she readily agreed. Arriving at my door, I invited the girl inside to wait, as finding the book would take some time. Since our previous conversation had gone well, the girl seemed to have a good impression of me and agreed after a slight hesitation. From our earlier conversation, I knew she was usually quiet and probably didn't have many friends, let alone many with shared interests. That's why she seemed so happy chatting with me, even letting her guard down completely – it was only our first conversation. So, after finding the book, I easily struck up a conversation with her again. We sat on the sofa in my small living room, not far apart. I could clearly sense her growing familiarity with me, and we shifted the topic from Murakami's book to our feelings for each other. The girl said that although she studied hard at school, had good character, and didn't like scheming with other girls, she didn't have many friends. Even if someone wanted to be her friend, it was just boys at school wanting to date her, attracted to her looks. So, I seized the opportunity and told the girl that I actually found her more attractive. That's her personality. I also expressed my pleasure in knowing her as a close female friend who shares my interests. Note that I deliberately used the term "close female friend" here, subtly drawing us closer. The girl clearly already considered me a friend, and I could tell she was genuinely touched by my words. I went on to say that I had actually noticed her a while ago and had been secretly observing her every move because her every gesture was captivating. At this point, my meaning was already clear... The meaning was clear, and the girl's expression changed slightly; she blushed. Of course, I wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass. I went over and sat next to her, gently put my arm around her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "I like you"—a phrase that couldn't be more cliché. The girl clearly hadn't experienced such close contact with a man before; her ears turned bright red, and two rosy clouds rose to her originally fair cheeks. Then, the girl cried. She cried with deep grievance, her long-suppressed loneliness, desolation, and heartache pouring out at that moment. I knew there was more to it than that. She was gratified and dependent on me. Looking at the pitiful girl in my arms, tears streaming down her face, my heart was filled with tenderness. I could no longer suppress my impulse and kissed her small, pink lips. The girl's body trembled; clearly, she had never experienced such affection before. Then, the passion that had been dormant within her for nearly 20 years was completely ignited. The girl began to respond passionately to me. Although her movements were still somewhat clumsy, she had already shown the surprise and excitement in her heart. The rest was up to me. I... My tongue slipped into the girl's mouth, intertwining with her stiff little tongue, and I slowly guided her to extend her own. With my patient guidance, the girl quickly learned to respond, and we found ourselves locked in a tight embrace. The girl was now half-lying on top of me, her neck arched back, passionately responding to my kisses. I reached down and grabbed the girl's buttocks, forcefully lifting her lower body onto my thighs, so that she straddled my waist with her beautiful legs spread apart. This brought us even closer together, our two burning bodies... Our bodies were pressed tightly together, her two full breasts pressed against my chest, and my already erect penis pressed between her legs. I couldn't help but sway my hips, letting my penis rub against her lower body through her clothes. My hands weren't idle either; I grabbed and kneaded her round buttocks while slightly lifting her lower body to press it against mine. Summer clothes are already light, only two layers including her underwear, so the girl could clearly feel what was happening below, but her desire had already been ignited... She was oblivious to everything else; the strange sensations emanating from her lower body made her face flush, and her breathing grew heavier. I noticed this and broke the kiss we'd been sharing. She was clearly still wanting more; her hands had unconsciously tightened around my back. I whispered in her ear, "Let me carry you to the room." The girl, her mind already hazy, still felt a sliver of fear about what was about to happen, but it was only a sliver. She involuntarily let out a soft "Mmm?" and stared at my face with wide, beautiful eyes. I said, "I'm going to have you, darling." With a sudden movement, I swept her up in my arms, carrying her in a perfect princess carry. She glanced up at me, then immediately lowered her head shyly, her face flushed with bashfulness. Seeing her so beautiful and alluring, I was captivated. I carried her straight into the bedroom. Although I usually sleep alone, I prefer sleeping in a large bed. I gently placed the girl on the clean white bed, watching her shyly turn her head to the side. I took off her shoes, then took mine off and climbed onto the bed, straddling her. I unbuttoned the shirt that was binding her hot body and took it off. The girl cooperated. Then, I squatted down, bent down, and unbuckled her belt. I reached for the zipper of her tight shorts, but she covered it with her hand, crying out "No!" but her voice was weak. Because the denim shorts were clinging to her body, it took a little effort to pull them off. The girl was wearing a black outfit underneath. Her lace lingerie, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white skin, looked incredibly sexy and alluring. I could no longer resist, and in a few swift movements, I ripped off all her underwear, revealing her flawless white body before me. The girl, now utterly shy, had her arms wrapped around her chest, her thighs tightly curled, revealing only a few dark pubic hairs deep within her thighs, looking like a frightened kitten. The usually pure and innocent girl was now exposing her mature and sexy body completely naked before a man. I hastily stripped myself off, then parted the girl's arms and used my legs to spread her tightly pressed legs apart. The girl's entire being was now completely exposed to me. Before me stood two delicate, pink nipples, erect and throbbing, while her pubic area was covered in thick pubic hair, with a few drops of cloudy fluid clinging to it. I could no longer suppress my joy and impulse. Naked, I pressed myself against the girl's equally naked and beautiful body, kissing her cheeks, mouth, neck, then her nipples, her lower abdomen, kissing her pubic hair, lightly licking her labia, and then slipping my tongue into the slightly salty crevice. The girl could no longer maintain her composure; she let out a soft "Ah," a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips. "So...so warm...uh...ah~ah~" she gasped, unable to bear it any longer. I then pressed myself against her again, kissing her lips... We were passionately sucking on each other, and below, I supported the girl's thighs with my knees, my erect penis pointing directly at her genitals. I lifted the girl's upper body, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, seemingly aware of what was about to happen. I straightened my penis and slowly inserted the head into the girl's vagina. The girl let out a soft moan, her hands involuntarily gripping my back. I persisted, slowly advancing, and when I had inserted about a third of it, I suddenly encountered resistance. I whispered to the girl, "Bear with it, baby." The girl moaned softly, and I went all the way in, thrusting my penis in to the hilt. The girl couldn't bear the burning pain from below, "Ah!" She cried out in pain, two streams of tears sliding down her cheeks. At that moment, I gently held the girl tighter, ignoring the scratches on my back, and softly kissed away her tears. Perhaps moved by my tenderness, or perhaps the pain in her lower body had subsided, the girl tightened her beautiful legs, and my penis was tightly enveloped by the fleshy walls of her lower body. I could clearly feel...The girl's breathing and the contractions and expansions of her vaginal walls were equally intense. The pleasure emanating from her lower body simultaneously stimulated both of our nerves. I pulled her close, took her left nipple into my mouth, and then gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands, repeatedly thrusting my penis into her clitoris. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other echoed from her wet genitals. At this moment, the girl had completely abandoned her inhibitions, and with each thrust, she cried out loudly, using meaningless sounds like "Ah~ Ah~" to express the pleasure emanating from her body... Unconsciously, in this thrusting, pounding, crying out, and panting, more than an hour had passed. The girl raised her legs high, and I lay deeply beneath her infinitely beautiful, white, and tender flesh. Physically, the thrusting gradually became faster, more forceful, and more intense. The girl's cries grew louder and more wanton. Finally, the climax arrived, and large gushes of semen slammed into her vagina. I couldn't help but let out a low growl, while the girl cried out in utter wanton abandon, "Ahhhhh!" We both reached the peak of ecstasy simultaneously. I lay panting on the girl's naked body, drenched in sweat. The girl weakly clung to my back, two scratches on her back from her fingernails. Not long ago, this small pain had only fueled my desire, making me thrust into her body even more relentlessly. We both gasped for breath, soaking wet, embracing each other and kissing. The moon was high in the sky. We kissed each other and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming the same beautiful dreams… [The End]

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