The author of the short story "Love of a Childhood Sweetheart" is "The Day of Deflowering".

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We were just beginning to experience love, and all that was missing was penetration.
From a young age, a question flashed through my mind: who would be my first sexual partner? I grew up with this question in mind. When I was five, my future Chinese teacher's daughter and I started playing house. This house wasn't about getting married or anything like that.
Instead, it was genital contact with my pants down. But at that time, I didn't understand sex at all; I could only get an erection, and her vagina wasn't open, only a small urethra was visible. This kind of genital contact lasted for two years because two years later, my homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher were her father. If her father found out about my behavior, I would have no place in the elementary school environment. For the first four years of elementary school, we hardly had any contact, but those childhood genital frictions seemed to be imprinted in our hearts, just waiting for a trigger.
Women always mature about two years earlier than men. During the summer vacation of my sixth grade year, I was home alone when she suddenly came to my house. Our TV was in my bedroom, and I usually sat on the edge of my bed to watch it. Of course, most dramas around 2000 involved romantic relationships, and I felt a little envious.
She was sitting next to me when she suddenly reached for my crotch. I instinctively dodged, leaping onto the bed. It was as if she was driven by hormones, determined to touch my penis. Awakened, I naturally retaliated, attacking her genitals in return. This back-and-forth lasted three minutes. Just as one of us was about to surrender, a woman from next door peeked out the window, saw what we were doing, snorted, and then disappeared. We seemed stunned for a moment, and nothing more happened. The next day, and for ten years afterward, we never looked at each other directly.
The only explanation is that the woman told my teacher's wife, her mother, about the incident. For the next ten years, I experienced a period of significant physical development. Every summer, I longed to go home and see her, then quietly have our first sexual encounter. Unfortunately, she didn't return home after graduating from junior high; she went to work in another city. During this waiting period, I endured the hardships of high school and the endless fantasies of university.
The girl next door is growing up, and I missed her right before my eyes!
Two years after graduating from university, I haven't made much progress in my career. I only dare to look at women without actually having any contact with them. I had two job opportunities that allowed me to meet women and develop a relationship with them, but I acted impulsively and lost my job. Of course, the women never took the step of undressing.
That childhood question still flashes through my mind, but even more regret surfaces. If we hadn't resisted in sixth grade, perhaps that one act of penetration would have been the deciding factor back then. Fate is so strange; after so many failures and fantasies about so many women, the slightly plump, voluptuous, and sexy woman ultimately became my ideal sexual object, my craving for the grip of large, elastic breasts on my penis.
She longed for her large, plump buttocks to sway repeatedly in anticipation of my penetration, and for her nimble tongue to linger on my glans. Even more, she longed for that voluptuous woman to sit atop my penis, her enormous breasts swaying. Her hands, unable to stop waving in her desire, moved ceaselessly, and with each cry, she released the pent-up semen.
I waited for my goddess to descend while constantly masturbating. Last year, when I went back to my hometown, I spotted my ideal woman on the street. She had captivating long hair, tight jeans that hugged her large hips, and the cleft of her buttocks seemed to await penetrating her. From the side, I could vaguely see her slightly protruding breasts; they must be quite large. She also exuded a woman's fragrance. I hadn't been home for three years; where did such a woman come from?
I sighed inwardly, thinking it was a shame that such a woman existed even in the village. I truly regretted not returning home sooner. It was such a pity; I wondered what kind of man was ruling over her. How I longed to hold her in my arms all the time. The envy and jealousy in my heart tormented me. For the two weeks I was home…
Every day, the girl's silhouette floated into my mind, my fantasies lingering on her firm, large buttocks, and the vaguely palpable size of her breasts. Without a woman, I could only spend those nights of surging testosterone in these fantasies. Each time I ejaculated, a sense of loss washed over me, fueling my longing for my goddess to grace my bedside. Carrying the image of the woman from my hometown and my lingering affection, I once again embarked on my journey to a distant land.
While I was venting my desires in front of the computer, I received a marriage proposal call—a proposal I had waited 27 years for.
Another long journey, another return to the lonely city. No dazzling lights, no alluring women, only the joyful shouts of Japanese AV actors, only me repeatedly watching the computer screen to stimulate my erection, repeatedly completing the masturbation routine I've repeated for ten years amidst the women's cries. One ordinary night, I turned on the computer screen again, just as I was about to open a webpage for masturbation, the conditioned reflex of QQ's notification sound reached my ears.
A childhood friend from my hometown. At this point, I really had no interest in talking to him. I was prepared to exchange a couple of sentences and then say goodbye completely. But after a couple of sentences, he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said…
"How can I find a partner in this miserable life?" His reply was, "That's good!" I was almost furious, but then his next reply brightened my eyes. He said, "Do you remember your homeroom teacher's daughter when you were a kid? She asked you if you had a boyfriend, and if you could get along with someone if you didn't." My first reaction was surprise. Who knows what she's been doing all these years? Besides, I don't even know what she looks like.
I casually asked if she had any photos to show me. A photo on the screen suddenly stunned me; my goddess had appeared. Perhaps that back view I saw on my way home was her. How I longed to embrace her immediately, take her to bed, and begin our blissful sex life. Having already agreed in my heart, I asked for her QQ number. We could connect through chat and discuss the future.
The next day we started chatting, and our childhood memories of playing house became a shared recollection. We overcame our initial awkwardness, opened our video chats, and talked about even slightly flirtatious things. We both felt an urge to embrace and celebrate our coming of age. We chatted like this for a week.
We couldn't control our pent-up hormones. Nude video chat became the best option; we both took off our clothes. I finally saw her mature breasts and full hips, though her pubic area wasn't fully exposed yet. My swollen penis trembled in front of the computer, and seeing her delicate hands, I longed for her to stroke it. This time, my penis swelled so much it ached slightly, as if my semen could burst forth at any moment. She still kept her vagina clenched tightly in front of the computer. I asked her if she hadn't had sex in so long, and her answer completely confirmed a woman's steadfastness to her lover. She...
She said she'd wanted to give me her first time since sixth grade, and had waited until now. Suddenly, I wanted to hug her, to finally make love to her today—a 27-year wait. I watched her untouched vagina, passionately manipulating it, and she, watching my frenzied actions, seemed to pounce on me, welcoming the masculine energy released by my penis. A woman's yearning eyes are enough to conquer any man aroused by sex. Her alluring eyes, her large breasts, her beckoning vulva—the image that had been flashing before my eyes every day finally…
It truly appeared on the other end of the computer screen. This wait of 27 years—perhaps only after 27 years of waiting could one understand the greatness and preciousness of sex. If we had completed our coming-of-age ceremony in sixth grade, perhaps sex wouldn't be one of the most enjoyable moments of our lives. These fifteen years of waiting transformed into countless endless nights of anticipation, each wait fueling a deeper love for her. This intensified love made every moment of our union so perfect and pleasurable!
I still have six months of company leave left. Every night, gazing at her sexy body, I repeatedly exhaust my pent-up energy, wanting only to truly pounce on her and fulfill the sexual desire I've long yearned for. The only way to do this is to call her over, which would be tantamount to acknowledging the marriage.
当然在我内心深处我不愿意娶她，因为我的家体没有背景，我渴望考取公务员。给自己找一个有家庭背景的老婆，依托女方的能力让自己迅速篡位，但是一切的想法在一双大奶子和一个未开苞的阴道面前显得微不足道，印证了那句话男追女一座山，女追男一张纸。我的信念抵不过她晃动的身体，像我这么脆弱的男人那里还能做官，将来只能成为吃喝嫖赌样样俱全的贪官。这样的官途迟早会走向深渊，
还不如做一个小老百姓享受人世间的情爱。再说了，她只是初中毕业，相对于我有自卑感，能够嫁给我对于她来说是一种幸福，所以这一点就给了我在外花天酒地的机会。遥想将来结婚后自由快活的生活，更肯定了迎娶她的理由。既然同意了，不能再等了，等了足足27年。每一个夜晚是一个煎熬，如今是最难受的日子。每一分钟都能闪现她的胴体，亲爱的女人你能不能早一刻来到我的身边。
她也等了26年，可能更难以控制，连续两天晚上都没有她的讯息了。只有两个可能，一个是她踏上来我这儿的旅途，一个是她发现了我只是普通的肉欲者，前者可能性大，后者对于她应该没有这本领吧！
就想着这两天她就能够达到这个城市，我做好了一切准备，最大的准备就是放弃晚上的冲动，养精蓄锐和她血战到底。不出意外第三天清晨电话响起，她告知我在车站下车，在我居住的这个小城市没有必要去接她，叫她搭乘出租车到我居住的地方。只要起步价五块钱，
现在我要准备好床，还要买人生的第一盒保险套。徘徊者来到小超市门前，在里面逛了五分钟，眼睛不停在保险套面前打转，也不好意思不敢上前选择，但是还等五分钟我的女人就要来了，我鼓足勇气抓了一个最大盒的，一刷价码50元，但是我匆匆下楼，
只带了25块，这下晕倒，我便开口说有没有便宜的，女店员给我介绍了几款的功能和价格，我听得脑蒙脸红。当耳朵敏锐听到20的时候我毫不犹疑选择了哪一款，付完钱塞进兜里埋头走出小超市，仿佛每一个人都看见我买避孕套，仿佛每一个人都知道我接下来要干什么一种负罪感在我脑门作响，正当我还在内心狂想的时候，已来到楼下门口，只看见一个背包性感女人在门口站着，
我还负疚于刚才的避孕套事件，没敢抬头看女人的面孔，但是女人的香味和丰满的下体让我瞬间充满了渴望。正当我开门的时候，一个熟悉的名字属于家乡的名字在我的耳畔想起，怎么有人知道我的小名啦。抬头一看，我的爱人来到了我的身边，我真想一把把她抱起直上床沿，但是这么多年没见，再多的冲动也有一层隔膜，恭敬的请她上楼，走到我的住房里。
我们该如何开始啦当然旅途的疲惫对于每一个人都是一样的，即便是充满欲望也需要调整一下，我便叫她先洗澡休息一下。当她打开包拿内衣内裤的时候我大脑充血，
红色的胸罩，蕾丝的小内裤，曾经梦里多少次渴望的女人物件摆在我的眼前，雄性激素一下占领了我的大脑，下体持续膨胀，我控制不住自己，
一把抱住了她，急切的把下体对准了她的臀部，寻找那一份摩擦，龟头在她的肉臀上找到有生以来第一次依靠，而双手在她的胸部摸索，曾经手肘触碰过女人的胸部，那一个千分之一秒的触摸就能让自己神魂颠倒，如今整个手都能抚摸胸部感觉男人能够拥有这么一刻就能够像工蜂一样死无所憾。揉搓着胸部，多么渴望下体能够被她赏识，希望她的手套弄，但是她只是在享受我给予她的刺激，
而她还没有对我作出反应，谁叫我们都是第一次啦。我下体的胀痛需要她的安慰，我把她的手招唿到我的下体，她不熟练的摸了摸，我在她耳边说，好妹妹给哥哥套弄下，翻转下，哥会爽死的。我解开了她的外衣，酥胸裸露在我的眼前，面对无解的胸罩多想一下扯掉，
但是还是女人心细，解开了胸罩，电脑面前晃动多次的大乳房呈现在我的面前，我好想一口吃掉，我用牙齿不停的咬她的乳头，我想告诉她你就是我的，我要把你吃掉，乳头和阴唇是最好的食物，一次次咬着她叫出了声，女人的叫声简直就是男人赴汤蹈火的冲锋号，
我完全释放着自己的兽性，手不停的摩擦她的大腿内侧，一次次试探去碰她的中心地带，真想直接从裤头把手探入去摸她神秘的地带。被她套弄的小弟弟需要寻找一个栖息地。我拔掉了她的牛仔裤，让我神魂颠倒的三角地带还剩下最后一道防线，但是伴随大片潮湿的内裤，我深深知道这片领域已经完全属于我。我只想插入，这个时候完全忘了避孕套的事情。脱掉了内裤，看见了迷人的肥逼，
打开大阴唇看见了红红的小阴唇，我把鼻子凑了过去，那一份骚味让我瞬间作呕，这种味道犹如榴莲，犹如臭豆腐，不管多少人比喻她的美味，第一次的味道实在不好受，只能是一次次的尝试和经历彻底变成我们喜欢习惯的味道，阴道的味道也是如此，第一次刺激的骚味打消了我嘴巴的冲动，当然我也不希望自己阴茎的骚味让她的嘴巴反感，所以我们的第一次没有口交，只有不断熟悉阴部的味道，
并且热衷于性爱的时候才能开启口交模式，这样的等待只会为我们未来的性爱开辟更多的乐趣。只有不断变化和增加乐趣才能让性爱有性也有爱，更有生命力。否则第一晚就开辟了所有的战场，以后的日子只能日复一日重复机械的活动，我们幸运与我们都没有任何的性经验。不能口交，只能进行最原始最享受的阴阳交合，她噼开的大腿，儿时摩擦过n多次的大阴唇，今天终于要插入了。
心中的激动转化为阴茎的硬度。第一次就在阴道口遇到险阻，搞得我隐隐作痛，男人和女人的第一次都是痛大于快乐，为了迈出第一步再多的险阻必须冲破，否则无法享受天伦之乐。一次次试探，坚硬的龟头终于一步步进入洞穴，一步步深入教科书中的处女膜被触及，
龟头能够触碰到代表圣洁的处女膜对于男人是一生的荣耀，我内心默默的祝福着自己，也在感谢躺在我身下的女人，即使她现在脸部只有疼痛并非欢悦的表情，但是这个疼痛正是多少男人奋斗一生也未必能够拥有的表情。我没有刺破，而是亲吻了一下处在疼痛表情中的爱人，
对她说了一声谢谢，谢谢她把最宝贵的第一次给了我。亲吻了她的嘴唇。我轻声告诉她我要进去了，从此你属于我，你的阴道为我而开，
我的阴茎为你而耕耘，大脑在无尽欢快中，龟头攻破了一个女人坚守20多年的防线。再往里阴道的息肉包裹着我的阴茎，收缩的子宫在欢迎着这个来客，而我那敏感的龟头仿佛被引力所带动，一根自以为很长的阴茎完全埋没在阴道里，有容乃大四个字在阴道面前显得那么贴切。完成了人生第一次插入，仿佛人生所有的梦想在这一刻实现。我的成人礼由此告捷。只有插入过阴道的男人才算男人。
只有完成了最原始冲动的男人才能去开辟疆土，因为他们完成了最原始的需要才能去开垦上层建筑，难怪祖先们都说先成家后立业，如果先立业后成家，再大的业也是为了那原始的冲动，出发点太低，先成家后立业，原始欲望满足后就是自身价值的实现。
有了成功的插入，阴茎带着血丝开始了第二次第三次插入，这时的插入就是阴茎在阴道里翻江倒海。享受生殖器官带给人类的愉悦。毕竟是第一次，
没有经历2分钟就把浓浓的白浆喷在了这个处女地上。我安心的躺下来，头放在心爱女人的胸部上，手摸着她光滑的大腿上。轻声聊着我们的昨天，展望着我们的明天。这个女人像母亲一样听着我的一切展望。聊着，舒服的躺着，曾经如何意淫过的场面都没有此刻这么享受。
十分钟过后下体又有了勃起的力量，第二次，第三次的冲击来临。生活在一次次欢愉的性爱中升华。生活为了一次次欢愉的性爱而努力向前。我要为我心爱的女人努力工作，我要为我心爱的女人组建一个家庭。因为性，爱才能交织在一起，因为爱，性才能交融在一起。
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