Stories from my youth

The female protagonist of the story is named H. We were classmates in the same year and department, but different majors in university. Later in university, although I had a girlfriend, I secretly flirted with H a few times, pretending to want to date her, and she took it seriously and agreed. I then realized she was a naive girl. Later, I had a change of heart and felt I couldn't hurt her, so after graduation we went our separate ways; she went to the south, and I stayed in the north. Not long after graduation, around 2005, I received text messages from her. Each message was about some random topic, either she heard I'd been promoted or changed jobs, leaving me completely confused. At the time, I didn't think much of it. Later, I realized she was texting me to test whether my girlfriend had broken up with me and whether there was a chance for us to be together. Girls can't be that direct, right? Around 2006, she told me she had a boyfriend and stopped contacting me. As for H, she's about 165cm tall and weighs about 150-160kg; I never asked for details, and she wouldn't tell me anyway. She was of average appearance, and while she was plump, she wasn't overweight, being young, and had fair skin. But what captivated me most were her large breasts; they were definitely G cups, if not H. I've always liked curvy figures, and those big breasts easily masked any perceived flaws in her figure. A while after my girlfriend and I broke up, I thought, maybe I should ask her too. Although she wasn't particularly attractive, she was innocent, had big breasts, and I knew her well enough to know her. Marrying her wouldn't be a bad idea, especially since she liked me so much. So I called her, contacted her on QQ...We started contacting each other. After a period of persistent pleading, I felt she was about to say yes, just a little bit more away. I still couldn't figure out what her concern was. Finally, after an all-night phone call, I had just fallen asleep when I vaguely heard a text message. I picked up my phone and read: "I've already given my virginity to my boyfriend, do you mind?" It dawned on me—that was what this silly girl cared about. I replied, "I'll give you a satisfactory answer tonight." Around 10 a.m., the phone rang. It was her. She cried anxiously, saying, "I can't wait any longer, tell me now!" I said, "I've already told you, it's a satisfactory answer." She stopped crying and laughed, whining on the phone for a long time. Later, she asked me, "Can men really not mind?" I said, "You and your boyfriend have been together for two years, you're both adults, do you think I haven't thought about these things? I thought it through before I contacted you, I wouldn't mind. It's not your fault, it's fate playing tricks on us." She cried tears of joy for a long time, then composed herself: "XX, you're mine for life. Wait for me to come back to you. I want you to marry me." That settled things. I told her to confront her boyfriend immediately, but she hesitated. Her boyfriend was incredibly good to her, and although she was already very determined, she didn't want to hurt him so suddenly. That night, she called her mother and told her about it. Her mother told her she couldn't break up immediately; she needed to spend more time with me before making a final decision. The old fox really knew what she was doing. Just then, I had a professional title exam in SY (Shanghai). She said she wanted to see me in SY, and after some planning, we met. She was very shy when she saw me. We arrived a day early, and after wandering around the streets for a while, we found a hotel and booked two rooms. I remember they were 140 yuan each; I took the two rooms next door. One of the receptionists, looking clueless, asked why we didn't share a room. Another nudged her and said they weren't a couple, covering her mouth and giggling. Upstairs, I remember it was a room with two single beds. I was quite tired after wandering around all day. Lying in bed, I wondered whether I should go to her room. Going there felt like being too hasty, but not going felt like being an idiot. Just then, she came over and said there was a hole under the radiator in her room. I went to check it out, and it seemed fine. Just as I was about to sit down, someone knocked on the door. It turned out to be the police checking rooms. We opened the door, and the police officer was very polite. He asked for some basic information and then left. I felt too embarrassed to stay in her room in front of the police officer, so I went back to my own room and lay down. Just as I was about to fall asleep, she called and asked what I was doing. I said I was almost asleep, and she said disappointedly, "Then you can sleep." Since things had come to this, it would be too stupid of me to be inconsiderate. I went to her bedside, sat down, and chatted with her for a while. Then we went downstairs to eat. After dinner, we went back to her room. She lay down, and I sat and watched TV. After a while, she pretended to accidentally touch my hand, and once she touched it, she didn't move it away. I saw her looking at me with a sad expression. I sat on the bed and asked her what was wrong. I pulled her into my arms, and she immediately pressed her face against mine, about to cry. I knew she was in a difficult situation, so I patted her. She said, "Are you trying to comfort a child?" I smiled and didn't say anything, but instead kissed her on the lips. She responded passionately. After kissing for a while, I moved down onto the bed, and she lay in my arms, her face turned away from me. I whispered in her ear, "Turn your face around, I want to kiss you." She immediately turned her head towards my lips and gave me another long kiss. I was a little breathless and pulled away from her lips, but she wouldn't let me. She arched her body and blocked my mouth again, continuing the deep kiss. At that moment, I thought, "It's clear enough, let's fuck it." I roughly rolled over and pinned her down, my lips never leaving hers. My hand reached inside her clothes and touched the large breasts I had dreamed of for years. I couldn't feel the flesh through her bra, so I laboriously reached behind her to unhook her bra. She cooperated by arching her body, and once it was off, those large breasts were completely mine. I used every trick in the book: kneading, pressing, pinching, licking, sucking, and biting. After playing around enough, my hand started to move downwards, touching her through her underwear. When I pulled down her pants, I saw dark pubic hair. She was quite plump, and her vulva was very full. As I was taking off my own pants, she pulled them up, saying, "No, we can't do this. I'm not ready." I laughed. That was typical symbolic resistance. I ignored her completely, pulled down my pants, and directly pressed my penis against her vulva. I turned her face towards me, saying, "Don't say anything more. From now on, you're mine. I want your body." I spread her legs, rubbed the head of my penis against her labia a few times, and then thrust in with force. The moment I entered, she closed her eyes and fell silent. On a side note, I especially love the way a woman closes her eyes the moment she's penetrated. Some women will let out a soft "hmm" while closing their eyes, some will let out a long "ah" before closing their eyes, and some will bite their lips and tilt their heads back while doing so. This reaction is my favorite; it means the man has entered me, and I feel great. Her reaction was to close her eyes and grunt, but she didn't bite her lip, and I started to work. I don't know if it was because she was fat or what, but her vagina was too tight, so tight that it didn't feel very comfortable rubbing against my glans. I tried to spread her legs as wide as possible, but it still felt the same. I don't know why, it just wasn't comfortable. I usually don't last more than ten minutes when I'm with a woman, but this time I've been at it for twenty minutes, and I haven't felt like ejaculating at all. After another ten minutes or so, I got a little tired, but she didn't complain. I said, "Let's take a break." She said, "What's wrong? We're not done yet." I said, "I don't know, why don't I feel like ejaculating?" She said, "Take it slow, whatever you want." I said, "Let's take a break," and she nodded. We lay down on our sides and chatted. I said, "Is your boyfriend like this when you're with you?" She said no, her boyfriend always ejaculates pretty quickly. Speak of the devil. Her boyfriend called. She looked at me and shushed me, then answered the phone, looking very embarrassed. They talked about when they would go back, which station to go to, and how to pick her up. A moment later, she hurriedly hung up the phone. I suggested we go downstairs for a late-night snack, and she agreed. We went down to a small but nice restaurant next to the hotel. We ordered a few dishes, including something called "Sha Shen" (沙参), which I tried for the first time. After eating, we went back upstairs, lay on the bed, and I was determined to ejaculate at least once. I undressed her, and this time we lay on our sides, and I entered her from behind. She didn't react much, but I still didn't feel as good. It took me a while to ejaculate. When I did, I asked her if I could ejaculate inside, and she said she was afraid of getting pregnant. My mind raced: if she didn't leave today, I wouldn't care about anything else, I'd just ejaculate inside, and if she got pregnant, we'd get married. But she definitely had to go back this time, at least to make the breakup clear. Work issues can't be resolved in a day or two, and I wasn't sure if she'd live with her boyfriend if she went back. If they did, would they not have sex? And if I ejaculated inside her and he ejaculated inside her, who would be responsible if she got pregnant? Oh well, I'd just ejaculate. I ended up ejaculating on her stomach. That night, we talked a lot, mostly about how she wanted to break up with me. She said she'd come to see me within six months, but we couldn't live separately immediately, though she promised not to let him sleep with her. I firmly disagreed. My wife couldn't possibly sleep in someone else's arms! She cried and made a fuss several times during that period, and I had to both scold and soothe her, barely sleeping that night. The next day I went to take an exam, and she waited for me at the hotel. That evening, after dinner, we returned to the hotel, and as soon as I entered the room, I stripped her naked, pushed her onto the bed, and entered her. This time she let out a loud moan. I asked, "Why isn't your reaction strong?" She said she did react, but not as intensely. I fucked her wildly, and she responded, her eyes glazed, saying, "Don't do this. From now on, I'm yours alone." I said, "If you dare let him touch you again, I'll kill you!" She said, "Even if I die, I'll be your ghost." This time I was determined; no matter what, I was going to ejaculate inside her, to assert my dominance, but for some reason, I still couldn't ejaculate. Later, I stopped, pulled out, and lay down. She asked me again, "What's wrong? You only did half of it again." I said I didn't know. She said, "Then calm down for a while, and we'll try again later." I dozed off for a while, then got up and continued having sex with her. She clung tightly to my waist, pressing her vulva against me. I understood her eyes: I'm yours, I want to give myself to you completely. She wanted me to know she would definitely break up with her boyfriend. But the more determined her eyes were, the more I felt we had no future. In the end, I still ejaculated on her stomach. The next morning, we had already booked our return tickets. She left first, and I would see her off before leaving—that was her request. She also demanded that I die after her in the future; if I died first, she would be very lonely, she said loneliness was worse than death. When I saw her off at the SY station, she asked me to buy her some food. I went out and bought her some water and snacks. When I came back, she was holding a newspaper. Seeing me, she looked up and said, "Honey, there was an earthquake in Sichuan." I didn't think much of it, but looking at the completely black newspaper in her hand, I saw her onto the train. When I got home, I realized how serious the earthquake in Sichuan really was. After we went home, I tacitly accepted that she and her boyfriend were living together, but I couldn't call her at night, and we couldn't talk for too long during the day. One time, while she was working late, her boyfriend caught us talking on the phone. I overheard their awkward conversation and vaguely sensed his anger. During this time, we discussed buying a house, and I bought it as she requested, intending it to be our marital home. A month later, I strongly urged her to break up with him immediately, but she couldn't bring herself to do it whenever she saw the sadness in his eyes. Once, she had just mustered the courage to say...Then, her boyfriend spoke first. He said, "xxx, just stay with me and live a good life. I'll treat you well for the rest of my life. I plan to live for you for the rest of my days." She cried, unable to say what she wanted to say. I knew the situation, and I understood that continuing like this would ruin them, and that we couldn't be together anymore. So I decided to give up. I gave up decisively. She repeatedly emphasized that she would break up with him immediately, but I still refused. I said into the phone, "You belong to him. Love him well." From then on, we didn't contact each other for over a year. During that time, I met my current wife, D. She's a simple, kind, and very obedient girl. I was determined to win her over, and within six months, I took her virginity. Looking at the bloodstains on the sheets, I knew I had found my home. I told my wife about my previous girlfriends, including H. After struggling for a few days, she accepted it. From then on, we lived our own lives, with no contact between us. In the winter of 2010, I returned to the city where my school was located, which was also H's hometown. I thought that she should be home for the New Year. I tried contacting her, and she was surprised, demanding I not leave and wait for her the next day. The next day we met, first going to Wanda Cinema to see a movie, Ning Hao's *Crazy Racer*. The comedy lifted our spirits, and when her fair arm grasped mine again, I was in utter turmoil. I knew I could still have sex with her that night, but thinking of my beloved wife, I didn't want to. Caught in this dilemma, the movie ended, and as we walked out, we ran into my college roommate, who was in the same class as her and we were very close. We tried to hide from him, but he still saw us. A voice behind us said "xxx," and we turned around. My roommate looked at us mockingly and said, "So, you two are together now?" She tried to explain, but it sounded so weak. We chatted for a while, then walked back home, escorting her there. It was a distance of over ten kilometers, and we walked the whole way. You can imagine the temperature in the North during the Spring Festival. I was shivering and my lips were turning purple, but she wouldn't let me take a taxi; I had to walk home with her. When we finally reached her building, she stopped and told me there was a hotel behind it, and I could decide for myself. I jokingly said, "I'm afraid of you in bed; I can't quite handle you." She yelled, "Can't you try a different position?" Then she cried. I hugged her and comforted her for a long time before she finally agreed to go home. Watching her go upstairs, I quickly jumped into a taxi and told the driver to turn the heater on full blast. On the way, I received several text messages from her: 1. You deserve to freeze to death. 2. You don't want me anymore. 3. I'll belong to him from now on. I didn't reply to any of them, and we went our separate ways. Last year, during a break from work, I suddenly thought of her. I still clearly remember her phone number. I tried searching for it on WeChat, and an English name popped up. I tried sending a friend request, and the message read, "A Northern man who's always thinking of you." She approved quickly. I tried to reminisce with her about those two nights at sy, but I noticed she was deliberately avoiding the topic. Later, I understood: a man might boast about sleeping with another man's wife, but for that wife, it's a secret to be buried forever. How could she casually bring it up? Looking at her social media, I knew she was living a happy life now, and had two children. Looking at it, I smiled. I knew she was doing well, striving every day to be a good mother and a good wife. Instantly, I felt at peace. Everyone has their own destiny. Once you find your destiny, all that's left is to wait for the end of life. Whatever happens in between is just passing scenery, and the goal in front of you will never change. I hope she's doing well!

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