She was sixteen years old that year.

Published on June 10, 2016 at First Club

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More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, but my thoughts often drift back to where my dream began.

It was 2001, and I was still working hard in Shanghai. I was an intern hairstylist, 175cm tall. While not exactly handsome, I had regular features and a scholarly air that most people didn't have. People said I looked more like a college student than a fashionable hairstylist.

Although I disliked this job (because there were almost no holidays, and you were busier when others were resting), and although I was naturally introverted, this job allowed me to meet many women, especially young women—far more than the average person.

My workplace was an upscale residential area near Hongqiao Airport, mostly inhabited by foreigners, especially Taiwanese and Koreans. Relatively speaking, there were many young women, especially fashionable ones, a significant portion of whom were in the entertainment industry, and others were the mistresses of the Taiwanese men.

Although it's nominally a hair salon, there are only one and a half hairstylists—my cousin and I (I'd count as half). The owner's income comes mostly from massages (what Shanghai calls "back massage").

Before coming here, I was a very, very naive person. Even though I was 20, I had no sexual experience, not even having touched another woman's hand. So, the impact on me was huge.

I felt like I'd seen more beautiful women in the past 20 years than I'd seen on TV in just over a week.

The hair salon was on the first floor, and the massage was on the second floor—that was where the two men in our shop stayed. Yes, the entire shop had over ten people, including the sweepers and cooks, but only my cousin and I were men.

Gradually, from the conversations of the women, I learned the details of the services. Direct sex was out of the question, but being touched and groped was definitely allowed. An additional service was handjobs. Tips were negotiated between the customer and the woman; the shop only charged a table fee of 100 yuan per hour.

Slowly, we became familiar with each other, and the women learned that I was still a virgin. Not only was I frequently teased, but I also received intentional and unintentional seductions and hints. I stayed in a small room behind the shop, where a busty girl from Henan said she rented a room alone and, because she didn't get off work until late at night, she could share the room without charging me rent, on the condition that I accompany her home from work. The implication was self-evident.

My young, restless body's desire for love grew stronger, or rather, its yearning for women. Especially with so many snow-white thighs and half-exposed breasts swaying in front of me every day.

There were so many opportunities to display my beauty. In the end, after working there for two years, my hairdressing skills didn't improve much, but my shampooing and massage skills

improved by leaps and bounds. There was a small supermarket next to our shop that offered home delivery service (there are many wealthy people in upscale neighborhoods; wealthy people in high-rise buildings might even call to have a pack of cigarettes delivered). The people working there were all young, unsophisticated girls, mostly under 20 years old, clearly from out of town, from rural mountain villages. Later I understood why the boss hired these kinds of people: the wages were low, and men, being strong, had higher salary expectations. These teenage girls, uneducated, unrefined, and even unattractive, were the cheapest option.

Jiao was one of them. But her delicate features and height of around 160cm made her stand out among those seemingly underdeveloped girls. I didn't pay much attention to her at first because she always had a cold, aloof expression, as if everyone owed her money.

One afternoon, a sudden downpour occurred. I stood idly in the corridor, watching people scrambling to escape the rain. I saw Jiao running towards me from the opposite direction, probably just returning from delivering goods. Her thin shirt was half-wet and clung tightly to her body. As she approached, she suddenly looked up at me, seemingly aware that the situation was inappropriate, since I was staring at her intently.

She smiled. Her hair brushed against her slightly tanned oval face. Perhaps half shy, half embarrassed, that slight smile was like a key, unlocking the door to my heart.

Yes, I was smitten. I knew it was love at first sight.

Because she was usually so aloof, I couldn't bring myself to confess directly. I first approached a young man I knew nearby and asked him about her. She was from Fuzhou, Jiangxi, sixteen years old, and had only been working at the shop for less than three months. I told him not to tell anyone, and he readily agreed.

The next day, I went over again under some pretext, but suddenly felt something was off. Everyone was staring at me. "Do I have something on my face?"

someone pointed. Jiao was standing behind the counter, head down, looking shy, her head almost touching the counter.

It dawned on me—that guy must have spread the word that I liked Jiao. Suppressing my embarrassment, I decided to be blunt, "I'd like to treat you to dinner tonight, okay? Your colleagues can come too."

She didn't speak, just pursed her lips and shook her head.

Feeling a bit awkward due to my inexperience, I said, "Just tell me if it's okay or not." Someone nearby smoothed things over, saying, "Don't worry, she'll go," preventing me from getting angry.

That evening, we ate together. Her colleagues didn't come; she said they weren't sure if they would, cooperatively refusing to be third wheels—truly simple and honest girls.

After a beer, she suddenly became more lively and talkative, opening up a little to me. She said she'd only been in Shanghai for six months, previously worked in a candle factory, and had a boyfriend, but they'd only held hands. Of course, at least at the time, I believed her. Although her ID said she was 18, she was actually only 16 because she was using her cousin's ID.

She was timid, stubborn, and headstrong—I only realized this later. Her salary was incredibly low; she said only 400 yuan a month, including room and board, working 24/7.

Later, I told her to quit because her job was blatant exploitation. A month passed, but she still hadn't quit. I got a little angry because her work hours meant we barely had time to be together, and I put some pressure on her.

Later, my boss's wife talked to me. The owner of the supermarket next door complained that I was dating one of her employees, causing her staff to be distracted at work. Luckily, my boss was understanding and said it was their personal matter and she had no right to interfere. Later, I found out that her boss didn't agree to her quitting, and their ID cards were held by him. She had no choice; she wasn't the type to make trouble, so she refused to go to work and even threatened to go on a hunger strike.

When I received her call saying she had quit, it was after a two-day hunger strike that she forced her boss to agree!

What a curious, funny, and heartbreaking little girl!

Afterward, I found her a job as a bartender with my cousin's wife at a fairly reputable bar. The working hours were from 6 PM to 2 AM. Although it was a bit late, I usually didn't get off work until midnight at the earliest, which gave us more time to spend together, even though it was mostly at night. We couldn't go out much.

But for young people, the sheer joy of two people entangled together is boundless. Our relationship progressed much faster than I had imagined. I'm a rather traditional person, even believing that a man and woman's first

time together should be perfect only on the wedding day. But what can you do when men are creatures who think with their lower bodies?

One night, during a playful scuffle, I touched her breasts for the first time. After washing her hair, she said her ears were a little wet. I sat behind her to clean them, but she said they tickled and wouldn't let me. I said I'd be gentle, but she still tried to dodge. Emboldened, I suddenly grabbed her waist. "Not listening, huh?" I tickled her. She just giggled and said, "No..." As I mentioned before, she was stubborn, one manifestation of which was her unwillingness to admit defeat, at least verbally. But this stubbornness was like a godsend. I'm usually all lust and no guts, and I couldn't let this golden opportunity slip by. "If you don't

listen, don't blame me for being impolite." I held her waist with my left arm to keep her still, and with my right hand, I touched her breasts through her sweater. Although she was slender and delicate, and didn't look particularly voluptuous, her breasts were still quite prominent under the soft, tight sweater.

She suddenly quieted down. At this moment, all the martial arts and romance novels I'd read before came in handy. I knew I had to press on. I held her head with my left hand; she had already closed her eyes. Even though I was a virgin, I'd seen how to kiss before, right? I knew the basics.

Perhaps the level of intoxication differs between men and women. Gradually, I felt like I was only scratching the surface through her clothes. Taking advantage of her dizziness, my right hand slipped under her sweater, pushed aside her bra, and directly grasped her breast. It wasn't too big, not too small, just the right size to hold.

What does it feel like for a virgin to touch a woman's breast for the first time? I think every man (except for those who are gay) understands. The feeling is truly indescribable. For a man, the psychological pleasure at that moment is something that even the most skilled ejaculators can't match later.

Soft yet firm, it seemed to have a core inside, a soft, bouncy mass that I could never get enough of, while Jiao just held me tightly.

Practice makes perfect, and my blissful sexual era began. However, my exploration of her body was limited to her waist and above; I could do as I pleased. Once I crossed that line, she gripped my hand tightly, preventing me from moving. She was indeed a strong woman, capable of physical labor!

But for a man to truly resolve the issue, the focus is still on the lower body. For me, driven by lust, seeing but not being able to touch was unacceptable. About a week later, the opportunity finally arrived.

That night, she came over after work, quite drunk. She said she'd had some liquor and hadn't expected it to be so potent.

To be honest, I didn't initially think much of it, figuring she must be fairly sober by now. I poured her some tea and talked to her, but she just kept whimpering, saying she was sleepy and wanted to go to bed. Since I'd never been to their staff apartment, I let her lie down in my room and wait a few hours until she was more sober before letting her go back.

The alcohol had made her face flushed. The strong smell of alcohol hit me as I approached her head. I'm the kind of person who gets drunk after just one bottle of beer, and that strong smell completely killed my desire to kiss her.

She was lying on her side, face inwards, which accentuated her slender waist. Although her hips weren't as exaggeratedly full as a mature woman's, her small hips and long, thin legs had a unique sexiness.

I unbuttoned her pants, and she pushed me away, "What are you doing…" she mumbled.

"Um… I'm helping you take off your clothes to sleep, it's uncomfortable to sleep in clothes." I felt like a big bad wolf coaxing a little white rabbit; a wave of guilt washed over me. We're a couple, this can't be considered rape, right…? Finally, I managed to get her down to her underwear, and I quickly took off my own clothes and got into bed.

As usual, I started by "taking care" of her breasts, but this time, being completely naked was a little different from before.

"Huh," I noticed something strange, "Her nipples are different sizes." Of course, it was strange for a virgin, but I later understood. Actually, many women's breasts aren't exactly the same size; there are slight differences in shape or size.

After laying her down, her breasts remained firm, without any noticeable deformation. I tried everything – touching, kneading, pinching, biting, licking – until instinct led me to focus on her genitals.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly resisted at the last step, especially after taking off her underwear. She kept wriggling, making it impossible for me to find my target. Well, actually, half the reason was that I simply couldn't find a place to enter… I think many virgins encounter this, especially when you can't see her; if the woman is still moving, you simply can't find a place to insert. I don't know

how long this stalemate lasted, but I was sweating profusely, and I couldn't really force myself on her, so I could only coax and caress her. I don't know if she finally got tired or gave up resisting.

After countless attempts to find the entrance, I finally succeeded… What did it feel like? Any man who isn't a virgin will understand. That warm, tight feeling was something Ms. Wu could never compare to!

When I entered her, she seemed to be slightly pricked by the needle, but didn't react much. Perhaps because of her good constitution, she didn't seem to feel much pain. I'm still unsure if it was because it wasn't her first time or because she had drunk too much.

There was no bleeding as is usually seen. Afterwards, she insisted it was her first time, and I roughly believe her (though deep down I still have doubts). After all, she's done a lot of physical labor, and the intense exercise could have caused her hymen to break. Who knows? Because women are born actresses.

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