My Eight-Year Sexual History Part 1

Author: amazing_lt Word Count: 7100

This is the first time I've written down my feelings and sexual experiences, recording a beautiful period of my university life. It's a true story, without any fabrication. After reading it, you'll surely recall those innocent days in university and the excitement and joy of your first sexual experience. This article intends to tell many stories, ultimately constructing my sexual history over the past eight years. These are all my real experiences, no exaggeration or fabrication. Welcome to read the first chapter.

In 2007, I was admitted to a university in the provincial capital and assigned to the new campus in the university town. It was located in a township in a county 80 kilometers away from the provincial capital. The campus was surrounded by fruit trees, and apart from students from eight majors, there were almost no other people. Because it was a teacher's college, there were more girls than boys. The boys lived in a two-story dormitory, while the girls lived in a six-story dormitory. On

the first day of school, I saw that there were 48 girls and 12 boys in my class. Most of the girls were of good quality, and I was secretly pleased. In the afternoon computer class, I met my first girlfriend in university, S. As fate would have it, she was sitting at the computer to my right, her bag on the side. Accidentally, her bag tipped over, knocking over her water glass and spilling water all over my pants. S quickly apologized. I looked closer; this girl was beautiful—black hair, an oval face, not very tall but with a well-proportioned figure, and most importantly, her eyes looked exactly like Wang Zuxian's. At that moment, I vaguely felt that something might happen between me and this flustered girl. We dried ourselves with tissues and exchanged a few words, thus becoming acquainted. Since it was during class, we didn't talk much.

Later, I got S's phone number from the class monitor and started texting her. She apologized again for what happened that afternoon, and I showed my magnanimity, not minding at all, and we gradually started talking about other topics. Although I came from a small county town, I was relatively tall and quite handsome; in a school with more girls than boys, I was considered above average. Back then, there was no WeChat or Momo. After more than 300 text messages a month, I successfully won her over, and S became my girlfriend. Our classmates thought we were a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

S was a local from the provincial capital, and she would go home every weekend, bringing me delicious food. Her family was well-off; every Sunday night, her father would drive her to school in his Land Cruiser. We were both only 18 at the time, and we were both diligent students in high school, so we were both virgins. Although we had had previous relationships, they were all just playful banter. So, our first time holding hands and our first kiss made us blush and our hearts race with nervousness.

Eighteen is the age of youthful vigor, and having watched adult videos before, we knew about relationships and were extremely eager to try. But I didn't dare tell S my feelings directly. After all, we had only been together for three months, and she was the obedient type. I was afraid of being too forward and breaking up with her, so I hesitated to speak.

That night, we took a walk. It was pitch black all around. The campus wasn't finished yet; there were no streetlights, no lawns, just mounds of dirt everywhere. I held her hand and walked silently, encountering very few people along the way. Looking at the starry sky, I felt incredibly relaxed.

During our chat, S asked me, "What do you do when you get back to the dorm at night?" This question sent my mind racing. Suddenly, I thought of a subtle way to express my inner desires. After quickly considering the feasibility of the whole plan, I decided it was worth a try. I replied, "We guys like to watch movies together." At the time, American superhero TV shows were popular, and we guys all liked watching them. She asked what I watched, and I deliberately hesitated. S became suspicious and pressed, "Tell me, tell me!" I lowered my voice, feigning mystery, "Mostly we watch American TV shows, and occasionally a few of us watch something that guys watch." She instantly understood, blushed, and spat, "I've heard you guys watch those kinds of movies, I never thought someone as respectable as you would watch that kind of dirty stuff." I smiled and hugged her from behind. She pretended to twist away, but I held her tightly. It's good to be young; at that age, I immediately got an erection. She felt something pressing against her buttocks and knew what was going on. She asked me in a barely audible voice, "Are those movies really that good? Why do you guys like watching them?" One of my biggest traits is my thick skin, so I replied, "Theory guides practice. Without theoretical foundation, wouldn't you be helpless in practice?" She spat again and didn't say anything. I wasn't in a hurry to interrupt at this point. After a long while, she quietly asked me, "What's in those movies? What's so attractive to you?" Just as I expected, what girl doesn't have romantic feelings? No matter how reserved or traditional she was, she couldn't resist the hormones generated by girlish feelings. I also gave a random answer, "It's just men and women taking off their clothes and hugging each other in bed doing lovemaking." She pushed me away, "You're so annoying." I didn't let her leave my embrace, pretending to move my lower body away from her buttocks and immediately pressed against her again, pressing my hard lower body against her buttocks. It was early autumn in Jiangnan, and people weren't wearing much. S clearly felt my impact, exclaimed "Ah!" but quickly covered her mouth. This was tantamount to admitting it without being asked, proving that she had indeed felt my lower body thrusting against her buttocks. I held her like that and told her some scenes from AVs, deliberately mentioning the first time a boy and girl tasted forbidden fruit. She blushed and pretended not to listen. When I mentioned using her mouth, she exclaimed, "You can use your mouth too?" I laughed and pinched her cheek: "Still pretending you weren't listening!" She lowered her head and remained silent. I talked about male-to-female and female-to-male oral sex, and the 69 position. Her face turned ashen as she listened, and she subconsciously tightened her legs. But suddenly, she felt the hard object behind her still pressing against her buttocks, and immediately loosened her legs, not daring to let her buttocks touch my lower body. I, however, was enjoying it, deliberately pushing against it. It was soft and elastic; I pushed and then contracted, thoroughly enjoying myself.

Just then, I whispered in her ear, "How about we try? I'll be very gentle, and you know how much I love you." Hearing this, she pushed me away as if she'd been electrocuted and ran back to her dorm without looking back. Afraid something might happen to her, I followed her, thinking, "Oh no, I was too hasty. Now that I've angered her, things will be difficult later." Watching her rush back to her dorm without saying goodbye, I also went back to my dorm dejectedly.

The next day we went to class together, but S didn't say a word to me all day. Our classmates noticed something was wrong between us. That evening, I mustered my courage and asked S out, and she agreed. When we arrived at our usual spot, I apologized for my abruptness the day before. She asked, "Do you know why I'm angry?" I didn't dare to answer rashly. She continued, "I want to save my most precious first time for my future husband. Although I love you very much, can you promise to stay with me until that day?" This question left me speechless. I, a poor student, was already fortunate to have won the favor of this wealthy young lady. What could I possibly offer her? She had everything—luxury clothes, fine food, and unparalleled pampering. What could I possibly offer to guarantee that I would stay in the provincial capital and spend my life with her? Of course, my pride as a man compelled me to say "I can," but reason told me that even if I said I could, she would only laugh it off, perhaps even thinking I was glib and unreliable. I composed myself and said, "I can't make any promises now, so I won't ask anything of you in the future. But I will work hard and guarantee that I will stay in the provincial capital after graduation, find a decent job, and then propose to your parents with dignity." My words came from the bottom of my heart, and S understood my sincerity, nodding and snuggling into my arms. The conflict was thus resolved, and S and I immediately reconciled.

As early winter arrived, the school basketball tournament began. That day, after the game, I walked with S. Although I had put on a jacket, I was still wearing shorts and felt a bit cold. I habitually hugged her from behind because her buttocks were so full and firm; it felt so good to press against them from behind, I couldn't resist. This only led to one result—I got an erection again in no time. Over time, S had become accustomed to, even accepting, the friction of my genitals against her shapely buttocks. She turned her head and glared at me: "You know you're cold, but you don't know how to behave." I laughed: "Where am I cold? It's burning hot!" I suddenly grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis through my shorts. At first, she was stunned and didn't react: "Huh? It's not cold at all, it's burning hot!" Before she could finish speaking, she immediately realized it was my penis, and cried out, pulling her hand back. This time she didn't get angry, but asked me: "Does being with me like this every day make you hard? Is it uncomfortable?" What do you mean, "Being with you makes me hard"? I'm already rock hard every morning, okay? Thinking this to myself, I said aloud, "It's quite uncomfortable, I feel suffocated, but it's nice to rub against you like this every day, but it gets more and more uncomfortable after a while." As soon as I finished speaking, she reached out and touched my penis again, saying, "Poor thing. I can't bear to see you suffer like this." This completely surprised me, leaving me speechless. She grabbed my hand and said, "You're all sweaty and dirty. Go back and take a shower before coming down to find me. I have a gift for you, it's right here, hurry back, I'll be waiting for you." She turned her head away, not daring to look at me. I stood there, stunned, unable to process the meaning of her words. She stamped her foot: "Hurry up and go, what are you standing there for?" I snapped out of my daze, mumbling "oh, oh," and rushed back to my dorm to shower.

My mind kept replaying her actions and those words. A gift? What gift? Could it be that she agreed to try making love with me? Otherwise, why would she touch my penis like that? What should I do? I've always fantasized about this, but now that it's actually happening, I'm still at a loss. Ugh! What should I do? Where should I get a hotel? There aren't any near the school! Should I buy condoms? I've never bought any before, will the pharmacy clerk laugh at me? Ugh! People say guys ejaculate in three minutes the first time, I don't want her to laugh at me! I was filled with both anxiety and excitement. I took a deep breath, calmed myself down, and thought: Could she have changed her mind? Wasn't she saving her for her husband? I've been saying grand things about marrying her in the provincial capital, but I'm only a freshman, who knows what will happen in a few years? She wouldn't give herself to me so easily, would she? The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. Would she give herself to me or not? I quickly showered and rushed back to our meeting place. From afar, I saw S pacing back and forth, her hands clutching her chest, seemingly impatient, or perhaps still struggling with her inner turmoil.

I approached her, steadied my breathing, and said, "I'm here." My voice trembled slightly as I finished speaking. She lowered her head and hummed in response without saying anything more. I continued, "You said you were going to give me a gift?" She hummed again, stamped her foot, looked up at me, and seemed to have made a decision. She took my hand and said, "Come with me." (Everyone, after reading so much, it seems we're finally getting to the point. Thank you for your patience.)

We walked to the back of a mound of earth, where they planned to build a flower bed, and piled up many stone slabs. We sat down on the slabs. I subconsciously looked around. This was on the edge of the campus, and almost no one passed by. I thought to myself: She's not going to give it to me here, is she? This isn't like a rich girl at all. If we were going to do it that day, we'd at least go to a five-star hotel. I can't let this girl suffer. And this open-air tryst doesn't seem right either.

I was wondering what was going on when S spoke up: "I know you love me, you're considerate, and you've always been good to me. I'm very grateful. I've thought about this for a long time, and I can't break the promise I made to myself, so I can't give myself to you. At least not now." Hearing this, I realized I'd been overthinking things. The greater my hope earlier, the greater my disappointment now. If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have thought so much and would be calmer. I wouldn't be so dejected now. "But… you're so good to me, and it's like this every day, it must be hard for you. I thought of a way to help you." "What?" My voice trailed off, and she turned away shyly. "Do you remember when you told me you could use your mouth?" "Yes, yes." "I looked it up and secretly watched some tutorials online. I wanted to try it on you. This is my gift to you." S's voice trailed off, almost inaudible, and she changed her address from "I" to "that person." Although this wasn't a romantic setting or a luxurious hotel, what man wouldn't be moved by such a young woman's candid expression of her feelings? I was deeply moved by the immense determination and courage she mustered to utter those words. "Okay, okay, that's great," I stammered, my blood rushing to my head. S said, "Even though I've made up my mind, I'm still so scared and shy. But thinking that this will make you happy makes me less afraid." Although it wasn't what I had expected, it was still an unexpected delight. How could I not be excited? I hugged her tightly and began to kiss her.

French kissing was commonplace for me, but this was the first time I'd kissed her so passionately and intensely. Our tongues intertwined; S's small, agile tongue would dart out and be gently taken into my mouth. Sometimes she would pull her tongue back and bite my lips, sometimes she would thrust it into my mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, she began to pant softly, her warm breath brushing against my face. As if receiving a signal, my hand began to wander from her waist upwards. Finally, through her clothes, I touched the lower part of her breasts. She clearly felt my hand, but didn't resist. With permission, I boldly placed my entire palm on S's breast. Although there was clothing between us, it was the first time in my life I had touched a woman's breast, and my hand began to tremble slightly. She let out a soft gasp, and I immediately covered her mouth with my own, continuing to kiss her, while my hand continued to caress her breast like in AVs.

S began to moan, the most beautiful sound I had ever heard at that time. It was a catalyst, stimulating my hormones, and my lower body was already erect. I slowly slipped my hand inside her clothes, finally touching her warm, soft breast through her bra. Ah, at that moment, I felt what a pleasure it was. The bra tightly protected S's breast, and I couldn't insert my hand from above. My left hand anxiously searched for the bra clasp, but how could a virgin like me handle those buttons? I fiddled with it for a long time but still couldn't undo it.

Seeing my impatience, S wisely reached her hand into the back of her clothes, and with a whoosh, the bra popped open. My right hand instantly slipped into the gap, grasping her entire breast in my hand. Although I couldn't see them, my sense of touch told me they were perfect breasts—firm, full, with nipples already erect, naturally held between my fingers.

S was clearly aroused, panting softly. The kissing had stopped, but my hands were still kneading her breasts. S had shed her shyness and looked at me openly. At that moment, I understood that she had accepted me, body and soul, allowing me to touch and caress her without reservation in front of the one she loved.

We smiled at each other, and I asked her, "Have you decided?" She nodded firmly. A woman who is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, once she makes up her mind, is fearless. She stood up from the stone slab, walked to me, and squatted down, her head level with my lower body.

I looked at her, and she smiled, like a spring breeze, a hundred flowers blooming, her red lips and pearly teeth captivating. I was stunned. A woman nourished by love is the most beautiful; at 18, I deeply understood the meaning of this saying. Seeing me stunned, she smiled even more beautifully, as a woman dresses up for the one she loves.

S lowered her head and began to unzip my pants. Although I didn't know how to unzip a bra, S knew how to unzip pants, and this time she easily unbuckled the belt and pulled the zipper all the way down. S reached out her delicate hand and touched my penis through my underwear, stroking it up and down. I stood up slightly and pulled down my underwear, my entire penis sprang out, almost touching her nose. "Wow!" S exclaimed, clearly seeing a man's erect penis for the first time made her heart, which had been prepared, pound wildly again.

S grasped my penis with her right hand, "Ouch, it's so hot." Then she pulled the foreskin down slightly, exposing the entire glans. Seeing this, I understood; this girl hadn't been idle, she'd done her homework, at least she understood the basics. She first extended her tongue and gently touched the glans, like a child licking a lemon for the first time, then quickly withdrew her tongue. Sensing no odor, she parted her lips and took the glans into her mouth. Instantly, I felt an indescribable warmth and moisture enveloping my penis; that unparalleled feeling sent a shiver down my spine. S sensed my change and, encouraged, continued to take it in. This was fine when she didn't move, but the moment she did, I cried out. S's teeth touched my glans. I whispered, "Baby, don't let your teeth touch it, it'll hurt." S didn't look up; this time she was extra careful, avoiding touching her teeth again.

After a few hesitant attempts, I still only managed to take half of my penis into my mouth. I asked S, "Baby, can you take more in?" S didn't answer, instead lowering her head even further. I enjoyed the pleasure of my lips slowly moving towards the base of my penis. Suddenly, she raised her head and covered her mouth: "No, no, it'll make me gag if it touches my throat." I couldn't bear to see her uncomfortable, so I let her rest for a while. It was her first time, so she obviously couldn't do anything as difficult as deep throat. I was already very satisfied with this. After resting for a moment, S asked me softly, "Was it comfortable? I didn't hurt you, did I?" "No, no, baby, I'm really happy that you're doing this for me." After the continuous movements, beads of sweat appeared on S's forehead, and I took out a tissue to wipe them away for her. S blushed and asked me, "Is this okay?" I replied mischievously, "Look, it's still erect. It's so uncomfortable like this. Can you help me ejaculate?" S nodded and continued to squat down and give me oral sex. This time, she used her tongue, the tip of which slid back and forth around the coronal sulcus. The feeling was truly exhilarating; every cell in my body felt pleasure. Suddenly, S gasped, her cheeks hollowing out as she tightly gripped my glans. Instantly, the world spun around her, her brain unable to control her body, and her lower body convulsed, gushing out thick semen. S felt it and let out a soft moan, but this 18-year-old virgin had never experienced such a display of power. She wanted to let go but was afraid of getting semen on her clothes, so she didn't dare. Due to her tension, she gripped my glans even tighter. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she could only let me thrust six or seven times, ejaculating all her semen into her mouth. S felt me stop, then removed her mouth, ran to the side, and spat it all out. She scolded me, "It smells so fishy and stinky! Why didn't you tell me before putting it in my mouth!" I quickly got her some mineral water to rinse her mouth, apologizing, "It felt so good, I couldn't control myself and just came." S complained, "Really, don't do that next time, it smells so bad, I almost threw up." When I heard there was a next time, I was overjoyed and pulled her into my arms, "Okay, okay, next time I'll definitely tell you in advance and won't come in your mouth." S looked at my limp penis and asked me, "Are you comfortable now?" "Comfortable, comfortable, today is the happiest day of my life, thank you, baby." S nestled against me like a little bird, and we were both savoring the passion we had just shared, remaining silent for a long time.

In the days that followed, S gave me oral sex countless times. We did it in secluded places on campus, even in empty classrooms, we mustered up the courage to do it. S's technique improved, and under my guidance, she gradually reached a high level, not only learning to use both hands and mouth, but also trying deep throat. Sometimes S would even take one of her testicles into her mouth at just the right moment. I enjoyed it and didn't ask for formal sexual contact.

Later, during a trip for the two of us, we booked a hotel and slept in the same bed for the first time. I also saw S's body for the first time. Her breasts were indeed as I had guessed when I touched them—full and firm, with small, pink areolas. Her nipples were slightly upturned and became engorged and hard with the slightest caress. Below her flat abdomen was only a small tuft of pubic hair; S's entire vulva was hairless, her pink labia smooth and bare. It was in that hot spring hotel that I first closely examined a woman's genitals. I saw for the first time the soft labia majora and minora, the lovely clitoris, and the hymen that prevented us from going any further. That day, I gave S oral sex for the first time. An 18-year-old girl experiencing the pleasures of sex for the first time, after a moment of passion, we started 69. That night, I ejaculated three times, and S was constantly moaning from my mouth. Several times I almost lost control, rubbing the head of my penis against her vaginal opening, but S always retained a sliver of clarity. Each time she pulled back from the brink, I didn't force her, simply keeping the promise she made to herself, which was also my promise to her. S held my head and said, "Sweetie, wait for me, one day I will willingly give myself to you, I promise." And so, S and I had this special sexual relationship, both experiencing sexual pleasure, but S's hymen remained intact.

However, things didn't go smoothly afterward. Rumors began to circulate, leading S to suspect that I was flirting with other girls because I couldn't have her body. I was also disappointed because S didn't trust me enough. Later, a small incident led to our breakup. The awkwardness of breaking up with classmates is self-evident; we saw each other every day but acted like strangers.

Six months later, a lively and lovely junior girl got together with me. Only then did S realize that I hadn't flirted with any girls and had wronged her. But what's done is done, and one must always move on. S's family introduced her to a man four years her senior, whose family also ran a large business. They were considered a good match, and so we began our separate lives.

Time flew by. On graduation day, it seemed as if the whole class had conspired to reserve the back row, center seat for S and me. S's boyfriend was not far in front. I was about to leave when S tugged at my hand, her eyes seeming to plead and apologize. I instantly gripped her hand tightly. Click! The flash went off, capturing the final image of S and me quietly holding hands in the back of the crowd.

Postscript: This is my most profound memory from university, and the most beautiful time I spent with S. Time flies, and I fear I will forget these memories I want to cherish for a lifetime, hence this post. There's more to the story with S; please look forward to the second installment. Thank you all. Your replies are my motivation for posting.

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