Coming of Age Ceremony: Bad Girl

Three days until my eighteenth birthday.

It's unbelievable that I only thought about it today, and not a single family
member, not a single friend, mentioned it to me in the months or weeks leading up to it—well, maybe
they did and I didn't hear—but I really didn't want it to be my teacher reminding me.

"What does eighteen mean to you?" The teacher circled the classroom, looking at us like we were
tomatoes and pumpkins at a market. I know that in adults' eyes, we're always troublemakers
, but I'm about to become an adult? What a… big deal!

"Does it mean paying taxes?" Da Yang, sitting in front of me, hesitated. He was
the perfect boyfriend in the entire school district—rich, from a prestigious family, and without a trace of frivolity.
The difference between a three-hundred-year-old family and a nouveau riche is fucking huge. Unfortunately, I'm that nouveau riche's daughter. Why is it that other people's parents
' hobbies include attending concerts and hosting book clubs at home, while my dad's hobby is just going
to nightclubs to watch lap dances? Shit!

"It means sex," another girl with permed hair chuckled.

In high school, or rather, in the graduating class, girls can be divided into two categories—those with permed hair and those without,
which, in other words, means those who have had sex and those who haven't, and also those
who are "over eighteen and under eighteen."

"You can join the army now." The one who spoke was the guy two rows in front of me, a muscular man. What was his name again,
Sang Sang? That should be it. Maybe other girls would have a ton of hormones going off for a guy who's good at basketball
, but I wouldn't. I prefer something more elegant, like—

"You can go to college now." Shu Wen, with his glasses, is incredibly sexy. He and my best friend Shu Yang are twins
, so naturally we're good friends too.

Eighteen years old. The legendary, carefree college life seems almost within reach, and as a prelude, my
first time will remain in high school. I don't want to be a virgin when I walk into college this fall. I've already
heard that one of my distant cousins, who went crazy from studying, entered college still a virgin
—which directly led to him being rejected by all the interesting clubs. He's still a poor
virgin, and it seems he'll remain so. My condolences.

If I had to choose one from among these people, I think Shuwen would be suitable.

Taking advantage of the teacher's inattention, I quietly took out my phone and sent a text message: "My birthday is next Monday, I'm
eighteen."

Sure enough, he looked at me across the aisle, seemingly asking what gift I wanted. What did I want? I bit
my lip, pretending to casually pull up the hem of my skirt just a tiny bit, enough for him to see my thighs
. Was that hint enough… suggestive?

I felt my face burning. There were still three days until I turned eighteen, and I was already eagerly anticipating
sleeping with a boy. What if, in college, after escaping my parents' watchful eyes, I became a wanton
little slut? This challenge was too exciting; I felt my face burning, my blood vessels practically boiling.

"Homework," the teacher circled back to the topic, "Those who have already turned eighteen,
recall your birthday experiences. Those who haven't, plan carefully and write something to hand in
. Any genre is acceptable. As for the word count, let's see how much of your poor conscience you have left."

It was nine in the morning, the end of Chinese class, and I started taking out a pen and paper from my bag, brainstorming
my eighteenth birthday. This was all I could think about. After this day, I could
finally be a wanton girl. Maybe I should buy a couple of hot lingerie sets? An eighteen-year-old girl shouldn't be
wearing those pink and light blue things from my younger schoolmates in my closet anymore.

"Sisi, your birthday is next Monday!" Shuyang skipped over from her brother to my seat
. "Do you remember? You're only two days older than me."

I guess I really had forgotten, because my mind was filled with those sleepless nights.

"Yeah, we can celebrate together." I happily hugged her. "What are your plans
?"

Shuyang looked around and whispered in my ear, "Anyway, I don't want to be a
virgin anymore. I'm going to start being a bad girl."

Hey, what did I say? We're best friends. I whispered in her ear, "Me too, I
'm going to be a bad girl too."

She looked at me excitedly, "I knew it! I want to go buy some clothes first."

"Let's go together." I pulled her to sit down next to me. "Have you decided who will make you bad, my
Yangyang?"

"Not yet." She rested her chin on her hand, seemingly thinking very seriously. "Although I'm going to become bad, I don't
want to be too casual. I want to talk to my mom again."

Good girl, why not talk to her? Unless you have a mom who's a natural science fanatic, and I have one.

"I think I can only talk to my mom about mitochondria and DNA. I also want to
talk to your mom." I looked at her with pleading eyes: "Yangyang, I know this is a daughter's privilege, but we're
like sisters, aren't we?"

"Okay." Yangyang pouted: "I'll share my mom with you, but you have to tell me
how you're going to turn bad?"

I felt a little guilty: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Yangyang nodded: "Let's ask the adults more. I didn't expect we'd be adults soon."

"Hey, what are the girls talking about?" Xu Qian suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling us
. He was the first in our class to turn eighteen. In the second semester of our junior year, we went to his house to celebrate
. It was truly an unforgettable celebration, because the birthday boy played cards with a group of people, and whoever lost had to
take off a piece of clothing. In the end, everyone was naked—unfortunately, this good show had just begun, Yang...
Yang's mother drove over and picked us up. After that, I only heard about what happened from other classmates.

"If I were celebrating my birthday at home, I'd want to strip naked and do a sexy dance," Yang whispered in my
ear. "But I wouldn't let more than five people see."

She must have remembered that incident too, while I was thinking about Yang's 18th birthday party.
Many girls liked him, and that day, two girls who were usually the most jealous of him were playfully pushing and shoving each other on his bed
, being polite to each other for a long time. I also want two strong guys in my bed, one on my left and one
on my right—how wonderful!

「你们在星星眼什幺呢？」俞彰晃了晃手指：「看得见这是几吗？」

「滚开。」我沖他咆哮，顺带把舒扬拉到我的怀裏：「没看见女孩子在说悄
悄话吗。」

有的时候时间过得很短，比方说社会课上的胡思乱想，王老师今天讲的东西
一点都没有吸引力，我只好把课本竖起来然后拿着笔在纸上瞎画着。

我会不会怀孕呢？如果没有保护措施的话，仿佛这只是个时间问题吧，挺着
大肚子上课会是一件很有意思的事情吗？如果我这个月怀孕的话，十个月之后，
嗯，到了大学一年级的下学期，人们会看见美丽的校园裏有一个年轻的妈妈推着
婴儿车去上课。

该死，我想的太远了，就和我写作文一样，总是跑题。做个未婚妈妈，且不
说我有没有做好这个準备，我确定的是，爹地会狠狠地揍我一顿。因为他总想着
把我嫁给某个合作伙伴或者是银行家的儿子。 I don't want this kind of arranged marriage.
Actually, I'm quite curious why my mother married him in the first place. He's not handsome at all, while
my mother is a stunning beauty—I've always stubbornly believed that my father's bloodline dragged down my
looks.

I glanced at Yangyang sitting next to me. Could I be a lesbian? I have to admit, although
my parents haven't really controlled me, I don't seem to have interacted with many boys. Those
little vixens in the cheerleading squad are always talking about which forward and guard is stronger and has more stamina, but
why haven't I ever been interested in any of that?

I spend all my time doing needlework and making bracelets with Yangyang and Qinqin. It's a
task that requires patience and meticulousness. Quietly, an afternoon slips away amidst the aroma of tea. Although
it sounds like something grandmothers would enjoy, we genuinely enjoy it.

Why do I have to find a man? I mean, it seems like in some places, same-sex
marriage is legal. My sociology isn't great, but I remember some places allow a man
to marry three women, so there must be places where same-sex couples who love each other can
live happily ever after.

I wonder if Yangyang would be willing to go there with me to spend the rest of my life.

I covered my mouth and yawned; she seemed to be resting with her eyes closed as well. Let's give it a try. Maybe she hasn't
decided whether she likes women or men. Quietly, I reached my hand onto her thigh. Her school
skirt was just past her knees. I touched her smooth, rounded knee; I didn't know if she was trembling or if I was.

Last summer, we went to a club together. Oh, and Qinqin was there too; her mother invited us. A
private women's club in the mountains. It was full of women and girls. We enjoyed
the sunshine and delicious food there for a whole week, picking mushrooms naked in the woods every day, then doing yoga in the clearings.
We slept in the house at night, but still naked. I held Yangyang, and Qinqin held her mother, even wanting
to nurse—she slept with her mother's nipple in her mouth.

Such a little kid! But this was also the first time in my life I'd completely reverted to an infant state.
Back then, Yangyang and I would rub each other in that dark mud, and we didn't seem to feel anything,
but why does it feel so awkward now?

Yangyang looked at me strangely, as if asking what I was doing. I awkwardly pulled my hand back: "How
many minutes?"

She glanced at her watch: "Fifteen minutes."

So boring. I rested my chin on my hand, staring blankly at the blackboard. Before me, there was only one
cousin in my family. My older cousin is still in college, so asking her for help is unreliable. However, my cousin's wife lives in the
city. My cousin was recently transferred, and she must be lonely living alone. Maybe I should talk to her?

"Where are we going later?" She handed me a piece of white paper.

"Xiaozhai, I guess." I wrote on it: "I miss the noodles there."

"We're going to buy clothes."

"The things at Jin Huan nearby are good and cheap."

"Let's go there then. Are there a lot of people there?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm worried about being seen."

"What are you worried about?" I suddenly felt a surge of pride: "We're adults now."

You know, in some places, girls have their period, and boys… well, I'm not entirely sure…
after that, they're considered adults. I'm sure I heard that in some class. And in some places,
the bride doesn't consummate the marriage with the groom. Earth is truly a strange place!

But I still hope that on my wedding night, the person I chose will be there to hold me and sleep together—I think
they don't usually sleep on their wedding night? I should ask my sister-in-law, she'll tell me, right?

Finally, the bell rang, and before I could even say goodbye to the teacher, Yangyang and I
ran hand-in-hand out of the classroom. It's Friday, no classes in the afternoon, which is our favorite shopping time.
Perfect timing, allowing us to carefully select what we want and make perfect preparations for our upcoming decadent era
.

Hehehe, I love my eighteenth birthday so much!

"This one, or this one?" Yangyang and I wandered around the Golden Ring Shopping Mall. We'd never been to its
sixth floor before, because in our young minds, we always thought it sold all sorts of strange and weird things
.

"Um...ah, I don't know either." I held Yangyang's hand, looking at the bizarre little things in the shop windows
, and my face unconsciously turned red.

"Wait a minute, the phone." Yangyang pulled out her phone. "It's my brother."

Has this idiot only just realized his sister is missing?

"I'm shopping for clothes with Sisi right now, don't worry about it, just go home, okay, that's all
." Yangyang hung up the phone hastily. I stuck out my tongue: "How is he planning to celebrate his eighteenth birthday?"

"He has his friends, let's go buy our clothes instead. We need to hurry, we still need to go back
and have a sweet talk with Mom."

She pulled me into a lingerie store: "Anyway, we don't know what's good, let's just pick one randomly."

The two little girls walked into a sexy lingerie store, staring blankly at the shelves of braless, lace
, transparent, and strange lingerie, their curious eyes not even blinking. They really couldn't imagine
what it would look like to wear those things.

The saleswoman was a pretty lady, who seemed to notice our confusion and enthusiastically came over to recommend things to us, even
bringing some samples for us to try on. But, even though we were full of confidence before coming in, for some reason, we
suddenly lost all our courage.

"Let's go in together," Yangyang suggested. "Let's try them on together."

I nodded silently, then looked at the older woman. She smiled kindly, "It's alright, our
fitting room is big, you can both go in together."

So, we carried in a bunch of new clothes of various styles, carefully closed the door, made sure
it was just Yangyang and me inside, looked at each other, and I don't know who said first, "Let's begin."
Only then did we start.

Today I was wearing a light red dress with a tank top underneath. After all, it was late April
, and it was still quite hot at noon.

I carefully folded the tank top and placed it on the stool, only to find Yangyang watching me with her arms crossed. She
was faster than me, already undressed. I started unhooking my bra, and she thoughtfully touched her chin, "It seems yours
are bigger than mine..."

Really? I looked down, then looked at hers. Indeed, Yangyang's chest looked exactly
the same as it had a year or two ago, with no change whatsoever.

"That's the result of your frequent dancing," I comforted her. "With increased exercise, you need to eat more.
One Dove chocolate a day will suffice."

"Ugh, you want to turn me into a fat pig!" She clearly loved chocolate more than anyone else, but she stubbornly refused to admit it.
Yangyang was just that kind of girl—loving things she never said.

"Let me try this one first." I casually picked up a royal blue bra and held it up in front of me:
"How about this one? It's all sheer fabric around the outside, isn't it too revealing?"

Yangyang picked one up too: "Ugh, this is awful! It's so small, my mom will
slap me if she sees it."

"Is this practically useless?" I glanced at the price tag: "And it's ridiculously expensive, it's highway robbery
."

"You only turn eighteen once in your life, so be brave. I can just skip the Shangdao Coffee this week."
Yangyang seemed to have made a huge decision. I made a face at her: "You still want to go to Shangdao? You
're booked for this weekend. Turning eighteen is like getting married. You'll be my bridesmaid."

"Hehe, then you'll be my bridesmaid on Wednesday." Yangyang made a face at me, "
How about this one? It looks so lewd, it'll drive anyone crazy."

"Ah...that's too vulgar, take it away, take it away." My face flushed red as I grabbed a piece of clothing to defend myself. "I
'm going to become a bad girl, not a prostitute."

"That's awful," Yangyang said, dissatisfied. "Then I'll take this one. Don't regret not
buying it later.

" "I won't regret it." I picked up a set that wasn't too revealing, but still somewhat suggestive. "I'll
take this one."

"You know, I've always been so well-behaved and obedient. If I suddenly came out dressed like this, wouldn't everyone
think I'd been abducted and brainwashed by aliens?"

"Everyone would think we've both been brainwashed." I gave her a suggestive kiss on the cheek.
"Haven't you heard? Men like—a lady in the living room, a slut in the bedroom. Now
, let's start learning to be a slut."

"I'm so excited!" Yangyang covered her mouth and laughed. "Have you picked everything out? Let's get dressed and go out."

Paying the bill did make us feel a little heartache, but we both
comforted ourselves with the thought that "you only turn eighteen once in your life," managing not to lose our "ladylike" composure.

"Is there anything else we need to buy?" I asked Yangyang. She tilted her head and thought for a moment. "I don't know... Let's just
go home and find Mom..."

This was exactly what I wanted to say.

Yangyang's mother was a stay-at-home mom whose daily routine consisted of reading, making tea, arranging flowers, and
doing yoga and playing mahjong with the other housewives in the neighborhood. Now

that I'm eighteen, should I learn to play mahjong too?

As we expected, Yangyang's mother was at home reading.

"Mommy." Yangyang ran into her mother's arms and said sweetly, "Mommy, I missed you so much..."

Her aunt was a little surprised and hugged her daughter. "My little darling, what's wrong?"

"I'm turning eighteen soon." Yangyang nestled in her mother's arms. "I'm turning eighteen soon, Mommy, have you forgotten
?"

"Oh, my darling, how could I forget?" Her aunt pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed. "Mommy
has always looked forward to this day. My precious daughter, she's about to become an adult..."
"I'll have a boyfriend, go to university, wear a wedding dress, get pregnant, and give birth to a healthy and
lively baby. Wow, everything's going by so fast. My good child, let Mommy kiss you."

I also wanted my mom to hug me and say these things. Seeing them like this, my eyes welled up with tears.

"Mommy, I'm turning eighteen soon," Yangyang said to her aunt after kissing her on the cheek. "But
I still don't know what my birthday celebration will be like. However, Sisi and I have decided that
starting next week, we're going to stop being good girls."

Her aunt paused for a moment: "Why? Isn't being a good girl good?"

Isn't it good? I don't know, maybe it isn't. But I know I don't want to be a good girl anymore, going to bed on time every day
and hugging a big, fluffy toy. I'm growing up!

Yangyang shook her head. "I'm going to start being an adult, which means..." She looked at me, and I
looked at her, hesitating about who should speak first. Finally, she spoke, since it was her and her
mother talking: "We've thought about it. We're going to end our virginity."

"My darling," her mother exclaimed in surprise, "I thought you were going to participate in that event and save your first
time for your husbands."

We shook our heads. "We just want to enter the adult world as soon as possible."

"Mom," Yangyang hugged her mother's neck, "Starting next week, I'm going to be a sexy daughter
. When you take me to the beach and a boy talks to me, you can't stare at him like you want to eat him up
."

My mother felt the same way, except she was considering whether to chop up that little brat and feed him to a cat or
feed him whole to a lion.

"Okay, okay." Auntie patted her little bottom affectionately. "But if you misbehave, Mommy
will still spank you."

"Mommy's so good." Yangyang kissed her mother and took out her afternoon's spoils from her handbag,
saying, "Look, this is what I just bought, what do you think?"

Auntie's eyes almost popped out of her head, her mouth so big it looked like she could devour Yangyang whole. After a long while
, she said to Yangyang in a pleading tone, "My darling, you're still too young, it's not suitable for you to wear these
..."

"Why..." Yangyang pouted, "I'm already eighteen..."

Eighteen is such an invincible shield. I wish my mother could be as reasonable as Auntie.

But I was wrong. On some things, mothers are unreasonable.

"No," the aunt said firmly to Yangyang, "You can't wear this. I'll take you to buy new
clothes tomorrow."

When mothers say this, it means, "Don't even think about escaping my grasp; everything must be under my control
." I shrugged, looking innocently at Yangyang. Yangyang looked at her mother: "I'm all grown up now. I'm going to
have a boyfriend soon. I can't wear those overly childish clothes anymore."

"Then you still don't need to wear this. This isn't suitable for you." Mothers' will is always firm: "Besides, you've
only just turned eighteen, not twenty-eight yet. If you were twenty-eight,
I wouldn't care if you went to Walmart naked."

Sounds good, but it definitely won't be like that in the end, I'm sure of it!

Seeing Yangyang pout, her mother quickly tried to coax her, "Sweetie, don't be in such a hurry. You
have a long life ahead of you. There's no need to finish everything at once. Everything has to be
done step by step, okay?"

Yangyang thought for a moment, feeling down, "Well, no matter what, I must end
my virginity before the end of next week. You agree to that, right?"

The mother nodded helplessly, but as I expected, she added,
"Be careful to protect yourself. Don't let anyone take advantage of you."

"Mom..." Yangyang clung to her stubbornly, "Do you think I'm that kind of person
?"

Actually, I was very curious. How could Yangyang, who wasn't so casual, have been thinking about who to end her virginity with in less than a week
? Because as far as I knew, she didn't have a boyfriend—just like me.

I'm a little curious about this now, but she suddenly started talking to me first: "Sisi, have you
decided which boy you're dating...?"

I looked at her: "What about you?"

"I asked you first," she started to whine: "You tell me first, then I'll tell you."

What kind of nonsense is this? I'm caught in my own trap. My face turned red, and I stammered, unable to say anything. What would happen
if I told Shuwen's mother and sister that I liked him—even if it was just a secret feeling in my heart ? 　　"Tell me," Shuyang pulled me to sit down: "Tell me, tell me..." 　　If someone else asked me, I definitely wouldn't tell. But now it's Yangyang asking me. She's not only my good friend , my best friend, but also the twin sister of the boy I secretly like—in other words , I really need her support to help me overcome the hurdle of confessing to him. 　　"Then I'll tell you," I said, mustering my courage. "You're not allowed to laugh." 　　"Okay, okay, we won't laugh." My aunt was quite the gossip, not only not getting up to leave, but also prickling up her ears. 　　"I like..." I blushed, my hands burning hot as I covered them. "Shuwen..." 　　Suddenly, my hands were pulled away, and the mother and daughter each grabbed one of my arms, staring at me with wide eyes. I didn't dare look at them. I just lowered my head, looking at the sheets, like a child who had done something wrong. 　　Shuyang and her mother stared at each other for a long time before asking in unison, "You mean Shuwen?" 　　I nodded shyly, so embarrassed... If Shuwen were to marry me in the future, how would I face my mother-in-law and sister-in-law? Ah... so embarrassing, so embarrassing! I wish I could jump into a sewer and drown or be suffocated by the stench .

Shu Yang thoughtfully stroked her chin: "So that's why you and he spend so much time studying in the library.
No wonder you're so interested in studying. Turns out you've fallen for this bookworm."

My aunt, however, stood up for me, giving Yangyang a sharp tap on the head: "Look at your brother, he
doesn't forget his studies even when he's in love; and you, once you like a boy,

how can you concentrate on your studies?" This sounded so awkward to me, but Shu Yang didn't seem to care. She took my hand: "Sisi,
when did you and my brother start dating? How long has it been? Why did you keep it a secret from me?"

I looked at her shyly: "Not yet, I haven't told him. I... I just secretly like
him..."

"Ah! So it's unrequited love!" Shu Yang, why are you so surprised! The aunt started pacing back and forth in the bedroom
. "I never would have guessed," she said. "I thought this kid wasn't popular with women. Looks like I should start
saving up to buy him a house. The renovations will cost money, and when we have a grandson, hiring a nanny, changing diapers, and buying
imported formula will all cost money… Hmm, we need to start being really frugal."

I was bewildered by the mother and daughter. "Auntie, aren't you thinking too far ahead?"

"Not at all," the aunt said with a smile, sitting down beside me. "I've always thought that if I had
a sweet girl like Sisi as my daughter-in-law, we'd definitely be the most model and harmonious family in the country.
Oh, Sisi, I've loved you the most since you were in elementary school. You and Yangyang are both my precious
darlings. Sisi, if you like, come to my house more often to play and have a meal. Also,
I have a spare room; I'll have someone clean it tomorrow. What kind of decorating style do you like? Simple or elegant?"
"Beautiful ? What color should I use? How about pale yellow? Auntie remembers you like this color..."

It seems Auntie really wants to kidnap me into their home. I'm starting to regret it!

"Auntie..." I'm caught between her and Yangyang, feeling lost: "I don't even know Shuwen's opinion yet."

"What opinion could he possibly have?" Auntie's words were law: "Having a beautiful, gentle, and considerate girl
like you like him is his lifelong happiness. Sisi..." Auntie is starting to show her true colors:
"You're turning eighteen soon, and so is he. You're both adults now, so why not
solidify your relationship now? Didn't you want to end your girlhood? Is there anyone more suitable than Wenwen ? Think about it, even when you're old and can't go anywhere, you'll still be incredibly
happy when you look back on this ." 　　I have to admit, my aunt's suggestion was not only tempting, but it was exactly what I was thinking. However, I don't know what got into me, but I blurted out, "No, Auntie, I... I want to think about it some more." 　　My aunt couldn't hide her disappointment: "My Sisi, what's there to think about? Just say yes ..." 　　I had to get out of there quickly, or my aunt would really pack me up, tie a bow on my head, and send me to Shuwen's room! That's not what I wanted. I grabbed Yangyang's hand: "Auntie, Yangyang and I are going out... um, going out means going out. Yangyang, hurry up!" 　　In a rush, ignoring what my aunt was saying behind me, I focused solely on escaping her yard , head down. I dragged Yangyang along for two hundred meters before stopping, panting. I looked at Yangyang: "Your mother is terrifying!" 　　"But I think my mother's suggestion is great," Yangyang said, holding my hand. "Really, you like my brother. You're always with him, except today. I know it's hard for you to make this decision, but you should tell him, tell him you like him. He's a bit of a blockhead; if you don't say it, he'll never know you like him." 　　But I like him, and I don't want to be the first to say it. Because I always feel that a girl should be a little reserved, and I don't want to be the one to say "I love you" before a boy . 　　"I can't do it." I sat weakly on the stone bench by the roadside, looking at Yangyang. "I don't want him to think I'm offering myself up. That way he'll see me as a promiscuous girl, and I don't want that." 　　Yangyang was about to explode. "How could you think like that? You…" 　　I looked at her. "So, would you rather wait for Yu Zhang to come to you and say 'I love you,' or would you rather run up to him yourself, grab his hand, and beg him, 'Please, I love you!'" 　　Yangyang was speechless, but I felt no pride. 　　"Okay, okay." I touched my forehead, trying to calm down. "We both need to calm down and think about what to do. I won't tell Shu Wen to 'come sleep with me,' and you won't do that to Yu Zhang . We can't act like little kids in front of them!" 　　"You're right." She sat down beside me. "We should talk to strangers, so we won't have any future dealings ." 　　Good idea. I looked at her. Why wasn't this my idea? Strangers…? Could it be… 　　a brothel? 　　A few hours later. Shanghai's red-light district. Inside a fast-food restaurant. 　　"These security guards are infuriating!" I slammed my Coke bottle heavily on the table indignation. "We want to spend money to have some fun, but they won't let us." 　　"We can't even buy alcohol." Shuyang sipped her yogurt dejectedly. We both looked like defeated crickets. 　　"So what do we do?" I asked her. 　　"Let's go for a walk. We've been sitting here for two hours." Shuyang put down her empty cup . "Maybe there are some one-night stands waiting for us on the street." 　　Maybe a handsome guy will fall from the sky? 　　Yangyang and I walked hand in hand onto the street. Sure enough, under a streetlamp, two handsome guys approached us. Judging from their attire , they were experienced. 　　"Little sister, anything planned for tonight?" 　　I like being approached by handsome guys.

"No," I winked at him. "Handsome, can you take us out?"

"Of course, no problem." A blond guy put his arm around my shoulder. "Go wherever you want." His
companion, the one with the multicolored hair, also hooked her arm around Yangyang's waist, though she seemed a little awkward—and
I felt a bit creeped out too, but wasn't that what we wanted tonight?

"What's your name, handsome?" I leaned against the blond guy, letting him smell my perfume as he gently stroked
my shoulder, almost making me lose my mind!

"Tom, call me Tom," the handsome guy kissed my hairline, sweetly
whispering in my ear.

Damn it, a police car pulled over. A portly police officer leaned out of the patrol car
: "Hey, you two, IDs."

The blond guy and the scraggly guy quickly pulled out their IDs from their jeans. The officer waved them away impatiently: "
I can recite both of your numbers by heart, these are theirs."

I pulled my ID from my bag, and Yangyang handed it over as well. The officer glanced at it: "Not even eighteen yet
, you two want to go to jail?!"—Of course, the "you" the officer was referring to were those two.

After the two of them slunk away, the officer looked at us with a beaming smile from inside the car: "Young ladies, it
's not safe here. Where do you live? Shall I take you home?"

Yangyang and I glared at him resentfully: "We'll be eighteen in a few days."

"Girls," the officer smiled, "come back in a few days when you're eighteen.
Tell them I'm Officer Wang on this street, and no gigolo will dare overcharge you. If they don't use condoms, you can call me to
report them—this is my business card. Now, want to get in the car?"

Yangyang and I took his business card, hoping it might come in handy someday, but we still decided to
take a taxi home.

"Difficulties, so many difficulties." Yangyang and I looked at each other in the taxi. Suddenly, I remembered:
"Qinqin, she's over eighteen."

"I... I remember too." Yangyang sat up abruptly. "Her birthday was in winter."

"Maybe we can go to her, and then have her order two male prostitutes and have them delivered to our door." I tilted my head
. "Or maybe she can introduce us to two college students."

"Her mother will go crazy if she orders two male prostitutes at once." Yangyang chuckled insincerely. I realized she
had done more bad things today than she had in a year.

"Driver, let's go to Liyun Community." I said to the driver, then looked at Yangyang. "Call her
."

*** *** *** ***

Inside a villa in Liyun Community, in a girl's bedroom, a naked young man and woman were entangled together
.

"Oh, come on, come on..." Qinqin's face was covered in sweat, her breasts were
firmly gripped by the man on top of her, and his lower body was still thrusting in and out of her tender red honey passage.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck...oh, you're so good, I'm about to fly to the sky, come on!" Qinqin grabbed his
arm, staring blankly at the ceiling, shouting without thinking, not paying any attention to
the ringing of the cell phone in her schoolbag.

*** *** *** ***

"She's not answering our calls." Yangyang looked at me: "Is she taking a shower at this time?"

"Maybe." I took out my phone: "I'll call her home."

*** *** *** ***

At Qinqin's home, Qinqin's mother, Aunt Lin, was watching TV when the phone suddenly rang.

"Hello."

"Auntie, this is Xia Yusi. Is Qinqin there?"

"She's in her bedroom. Should I go get her?"

"If it's convenient for her, could I let her take a call?"

"Sure." Aunt Lin chatted with me as we walked, and before we knew it, we were on the third floor, in her daughter's bedroom
. She knocked on the door as usual, but there was no response. Then she flipped the switch: "Ah..."

*** *** *** ***

I was so startled by Aunt Lin's scream that I almost dropped my phone: "What happened?"

"Maybe she saw a big rat?" Yangyang guessed.

She was right, except that the big rat was naked and wriggling on her daughter...

Aunt Lin quickly backed out, patted her chest, and stood in the corner for a long time without saying a word, quietly listening to
what was happening inside. Two minutes later, Qinqin rushed out in her bathrobe and slippers: "Mom! What are you doing!
You almost... I'm speechless!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." her mother quickly apologized: "It was Yusi who called you, I didn't know
you were there."

"Then she's dead." Qinqin snatched the phone, pressed the redial button, beep... the call connected.

"Hello, Auntie..."

Before I could speak, I heard Qinqin's furious voice: "Xia Yusi! I'm warning you, if you
just call to tell me you got a new hairstyle or bought a new dress, then you're dead, I curse
you to never have an orgasm for the rest of your life. Because you pulled me back from the brink of orgasm when I was thirty seconds away
!"

Do you know why I like being friends with Qinqin? Because when she's quiet, she's as serene as West Lake, but
when she's angry, it's like: "The Indian Ocean tsunami..."

I looked at Yangyang: "Luckily, our business is more important than skirts and hairstyles."

*** *** *** ***

Twenty minutes later, at Qinqin's house.

The auntie made us tea and served us cookies, then disappeared to the study upstairs to read magazines
. Qinqin was wearing a bathrobe, barely covering her breasts in the front and her bottom in the back, leaning back on the sofa with her buttocks raised...
She crossed her legs and looked at us arrogantly. I'm not sure if I saw her...
well, never mind.

"You two newbies, want to try the pleasures of sex?" She looked us up and down. "Are you Xia Yusi
and Shu Yang?"

Yangyang and I exchanged a glance. "Of course."

"Hahaha, impossible! They're the best kids in the whole school, never late, never
leaving early, never copying homework, never cheating on exams, and you don't even have boyfriends—do you know why your
plans to lose your virginity are so difficult? Because you've wasted the time other girls spend in the school's Coke bar in
the library. While other girls are wearing tennis skirts and attracting the eyes of boys on the sports field,
what are you doing? Going on Wikipedia? Or busy filling out applications for Ivy League schools? Girls
, other girls spend three years planning to lose their virginity, and then put it into practice when they turn eighteen.
You, on the other hand, only have three days, no plan, only a goal, blind, stupid, and you've ruined my..."
" Next

She stood up, fiercely spreading her legs in front of me, showing me her still dripping private parts:
"An orgasm, an orgasm that takes you to heaven. Now you want to experience it too, don't you?"

Yangyang and I nodded like schoolchildren. She, Qinqin, one of my good friends, said
something that profoundly influenced my outlook on life, values, and worldview: "Then let it come."

After saying that, she tossed her head, and a tall boy in a bathrobe came down from upstairs. Hmm, I
didn't recognize him; he seemed to be on the school basketball team. But I was sure he was very strong.

The basketball player came down, put his arm around Qinqin, and his hands naturally roamed over her body, making Yangyang and me
blush and feel very uncomfortable.

"Girls, if you want what you want, come and play with him." Qinqin spun him
around in his arms and pushed him in front of us. "Yusi, Yangyang, let's get acquainted. This is Yang Sen. Yang Sen,
they... well, maybe they only care about your abilities right now."

I have to admit, Qinqin was quite ladylike when she chuckled. She leaned back on the leather sofa, smiling as
Mr. Basketball walked between us. In a flash, his long arms encircled us both
. He sniffed between Yangyang and me, seemingly comparing whose scent was better.

I don't know when, but his hand, very rudely, landed on my chest. My body trembled
violently, but he still tried to slip his hand inside my collar.

Oh no, too fast, too fast! This wasn't what I wanted.

"Ding..." My phone rang. I struggled a bit. "I need to answer the phone."

Then I ran to the side and pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was my mother.

"Mom, what's up?" I stood at the bottom of the spiral staircase, hiding in a small corner.

"Sisi," Mom's voice was incredibly gentle, "Your dad's back. It's your eighteenth birthday. We
wanted to ask you what you want as a present."

Oh, Mom, I love you so much! I covered my mouth, not knowing what to say, my mind a jumbled mess
, like a big lump of mush.

"Sisi," Mom called softly, "You want a dance, don't you? You can invite all your
best friends. Or do you want something else?"

"Mom, I just want a dance." I was almost crying. This had been my
dream since I was sixteen, and I never dared to hope my mom would remember it. Now I knew, I was her most
beloved treasure.

So, I needed to ask my mom for permission to be a bad girl.

"Mom..." I hesitated, unsure how to begin. "I..."

"Sisi, I've talked to your dad." Mom's voice was unusually gentle tonight. "We think you
're ready to have a boyfriend. We'd be happy if you brought him home. You don't need to hide in the library or
anywhere else. Also, if you two are being intimate, be careful."

My mom is the best mom in the world!

I really cried.

"Mom..." I frantically wiped away my tears. "I don't want a boyfriend right now. I don't want to grow up.
I want to be your little darling forever."

"Silly child." Mom's voice seemed a little choked up. "You'll grow up eventually. You can
go out and play whenever you want, but come home after 2 AM. Drink a little alcohol occasionally, but it's best not to smoke. Also
, you're too young; it's best not to have children now. And..."

My nagging mom was back, but I loved listening to her nagging.

"I know, Mom..." I nodded. "I'll be home in a bit. I want to sleep in the same
bed with you tonight."

"And your dad..."

"Let him sleep with his brothers." I wiped away my tears. "Tonight is our women's time."

"You're going to go from a girl to a woman." Mom was probably wiping away tears too. "I'll save you a spot.
See you tonight, sweetie."

"See you tonight, Mom."

I hung up the phone, wiped away my tears, and took a few deep breaths before coming out. However,
the scene in the living room completely shocked me. That basketball kid had already pinned Yangyang down on the carpet, his
thick, menacing penis slowly moving in and out of Yangyang's tiny virgin hole. That wasn't so bad, but what was shocking
was Qinqin, who was squatting behind them, filming with a DV camera!

How come I didn't know this girl had a side job as an AV director!

Yangyang's face was a mixture of pain and sweetness. Losing her virginity must have been incredibly painful. Curious, I
knelt down beside her, scrutinizing his penis. It was about as thick as my thumb and middle finger together.
How could it fit into Yangyang's tiny hole? It was terrifying!

He thrust in and out very slowly, almost in slow motion. Of course, I figured someone like that probably didn't know...
What was this "gentle" thing about? Yangyang was like a lump of clay under him, getting bruised and battered from his ministrations
. This little girl's body was so white, I was jealous, but her expression made me
hesitate.

He held Yangyang's shoulder with one hand and pinched her freshly peeled penis with the other. Yangyang hadn't let
any boy see her private parts before, and today a boy was casually fondling them. It made me blush; I felt like
I wanted him to do it too.

"Go take off your clothes," Qinqin pushed me. "Yangyang's already done it, don't go back on your word."

If I went back on my word now, how could I ever face Yangyang again? With a heavy heart, I reached out and unbuttoned all
my clothes, then loosened my skirt, exposing myself to this boy I'd just met, wearing only my underwear.

"Hehe, underwear girl," Qinqin pointed the camera at me. "Xia Yusi, seventeen years old this year,
how many days until your eighteenth birthday?"

"Three days," I said, a little embarrassed.

"Three more days, and it will be her virginity record. When you see this video again when you're sixty
, I hope your heart will still be filled with sweetness." Qinqin leaned in and kissed my ear, then
pushed me into Mr. Basketball's arms. He slowly withdrew from Shu Yang's body and pulled me to the side
. Looking at his well-defined muscles, I knew my moment had arrived…

I buried my head in his chest and said in a voice barely audible to myself, "Please, please be gentle
…"

He placed me on a single chair, one hand holding my medicine, lowering his head to kiss me, the other hand supporting
my buttocks, pulling down my last piece of clothing.

When his lips touched mine, to be honest, I felt a little resistant. But his minty breath
made me a little dizzy. Before I knew it, he had bitten my lips, and I obediently stuck out my little tongue, letting
him shamelessly search my mouth for sweet saliva.

"Mmm..." I didn't even realize when I had wrapped my arms around his neck, and my panties had been pulled down,
hanging on my left leg. He kissed me while kneading my breasts. Although there was still a bra between us,
the two soft nipples inside had already become firm. The more he teased me, the more shy I became, but
the more reluctant I was to separate from him. It was almost as if I was kissing him, not letting his tongue leave me, because I was afraid of
seeing Shu Yang and Qin Qin over there. I knew they were definitely staring at me intently.

It was so embarrassing!

But what was even more embarrassing was yet to come. Soon, he unhooked my bra, and
like Shu Yang before me, I was now completely naked in front of a man!

I kept my eyes tightly shut, afraid to look at anything, but I could clearly feel his hands
roaming freely over my body. He started with my breasts, kneading them in turn, then
brushed across my lower abdomen. Just as I instinctively tightened my legs to protect my privacy, he touched
my knees.

As I slowly lowered my guard, he slid back between my legs,
roaming and caressing my smooth thighs. Whether it was my body's disobedience or his superior skill
, I slowly loosened my knees, and he seized the opportunity to clamp his legs between mine
, pulling mine apart and propping them up on the armrests of the chair. This left me directly
facing him, shamefully
exposing my genitals—which I had never shown to a man before—widely to his view.

"What a lovely little white tiger." Hearing his praise, I was overcome with shame, covering my face with my hands,
but unconsciously spreading my legs wider, as if this was my true desire.

His palm slid across my barren mons pubis, his fingers parting the protective labia to reveal
the tender peach blossom secret within. I dared not look, dared not even think about what he would do down there, passively enduring
, silently waiting for that thick penis to enter and take away my
hymen, which I had preserved for seventeen years and three hundred and sixty days.

His fingers rubbed against my genitals, making my whole body numb, as if it were itchy and a little sore, an
indescribable feeling, dizzy, as if I were about to ascend to heaven.

Suddenly, I felt something hard pressing against my genitals. Peeking through his fingers, I saw
that he was ready to go, about to insert that dark penis into my body. At this moment, I couldn't tell
if it was anticipation or something else. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so sentimental this afternoon; I should have agreed to Auntie's request and let
Shuwen and me… But now it seemed too late!

While I was lost in these thoughts, his penis began to slowly penetrate me. I bit my lip tightly
, feeling as if my lower body was being torn apart, as if my whole body was being split
in two by that penis. This pain was pure torture. I twisted my body in agony, but it only made the pain worse.
He pressed down on my shoulders, pushing his thing even more firmly into my body.

Now I knew why Yangyang's expression had been so pained earlier. Now I wanted to tear him to pieces
, but I couldn't, because he was much stronger than me. His hands were on my shoulders, and I had no
power to resist, only able to let his thing slowly thrust in and out of my lower body.

"It's bleeding..." Qinqin squatted down with a digital video camera, filming intently. "Does it hurt a lot
? It'll be fine next time. Yang Sen, be gentle."

I was so happy that my good friend was filming me when I lost my virginity, and even told the man on top of me
to be gentle! I was so happy! I was so happy that tears streamed down my face. My

vagina, which had never had anything enter it before, was suddenly shoved into by a thick penis. At that moment, all I
felt was pain, a tearing pain, a penetrating pain, as if that place was going to rot away, as
if it was being cut off piece by piece with a dull knife—that was the kind of pain it was.

Seeing me cry, he hesitated. Qinqin pushed him, "Alright, that's enough
. You still want to ejaculate inside me? If she likes you, I'll call you again."

Yang Sen pulled his penis out of my body, but I still felt a burning pain, and
tears involuntarily streamed down my face.

"Alright, alright," Qinqin turned off the camera, "I won't film you crying. Here's a tissue, please wipe your tears.
You look really ugly when you cry."

I know I've never been good-looking, flat chin, flat nose, small eyes, even my eyebrows aren't delicate enough. You
don't need to criticize me at a time like this.

Just then, Aunt Lin slowly came downstairs. Looking at Yangyang and me, she shook her head and pulled her daughter
into her arms. "You don't know," she said, "Qinqin cried her eyes out that day, almost scaring people away
."

Hearing her mother expose her embarrassing moment, Qinqin protested, burying her face in her mother's arms. "Mom...why...say
this..."

"Just telling the truth," Aunt Lin said, handing me a bottle of ointment. "Apply this, it'll make it hurt less."

Yangyang was still lying naked on the sofa, seemingly too exhausted even to laugh.

"Auntie..." I struggled to sit up. "I need to go home... My mom is waiting for me."

"You want to go home like this?" Qinqin pressed me down without explanation. "You and Yangyang should
stay here and rest for the night. Once the swelling goes down and you can walk tomorrow, you can go home."

"No." I was resolute. "Yangyang, stay with you. I need to go home. I promised my mom
."

Qinqin wanted to say something, but Aunt Lin stopped her. "I understand Sisi wants to see her mom now. Yangyang,
are you going home?"

"No, Auntie." Yangyang lay weakly on the sofa. "I'll stay here for the night.
Qinqin, can you call my mom?"

"Then, Sisi, Auntie will drive you home."

Qinqin brought my clothes and helped me put them on, but the underwear... I felt uncomfortable just looking at it. Auntie
shook her head. "Don't wear it. Spread your legs in the car; it'll make you feel better."

"Let me help you out." Qinqin helped me carefully walk out, then suddenly seemed to remember something,
looking at the basketball player: "You and her, I don't mind tonight."

Yangyang, you'd better watch yourself.

When I got home, it was almost eleven o'clock, and my brothers were already fast asleep. Good, I didn't want
them to see their sister's current state, limping, with a strange pigeon-toed gait, like a duck.

"Sisi." As soon as I entered the house, my mother hugged me tightly: "Does it hurt? Are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay." I forced a smile: "Mom, I'm all grown up."

"Sisi, you're a grown-up now." My father also came over, hugged me, and kissed me on the forehead. It felt like
we had gone back many years. My mother pulled me to the sofa and made me roll up my skirt so she could carefully
examine me. My father, with his back to us, anxiously fiddled with the sofa beside him.

"It's nothing." Mom checked me over carefully before coming to this conclusion: "Get some
rest, and you'll be bouncing around to school on Monday."

"Okay, okay." Dad turned to look at me: "Daughter, you've grown up."

"Yeah." I looked at Dad, feeling like he had something to say to me, but he didn't say it.
"Dad, is something wrong?"

"Sisi." Mom spoke first: "You know, your dad has always loved you the most. He likes you.
Remember, he used to bathe you when you were little?"

Why bring this up out of the blue?

"You're almost eighteen... your dad wants to." Mom looked at him, then at me, hesitated for a moment
, and then said: "He wants to give you one last bath."

My head was a little dizzy: "Mom, I..."

"Sisi." Dad came over and sat down next to me: "I know this is difficult for you, but Dad just wants to help his
daughter grow from a little girl into a woman, beautiful and sexy."

"Those two words mean the same thing." I smiled.

"No, it's not the same thing." He looked at me. "In Dad's eyes, you're a beautiful daughter.
But in the eyes of the young men outside, you're a sexy companion. It's different."

"Dad," I hooked my arms around his neck, "I want you to give me a bath because I'm about to go from a little girl
to a woman."

"Darling," Mom kissed my neck and said, "Your dad won't do anything to you, don't worry
."

"Just like we used to do, first," Dad squatted down with his back to me, "Let Dad carry the little
princess to the bathroom for a bath..."

I looked at Mom, then at Dad, and finally, slowly hooked my arms around his neck. Dad still
stood up quickly as always, but I could feel that his steps weren't as agile as before
.

"I've gotten so much heavier, haven't I, Dad?" I felt a familiar childhood sensation on his back.

"You're still Dad's best daughter. That hasn't changed." He carried me up the stairs, which he used to be able to do
in one go, but now he had to stop after two steps. I felt a pang of heartache; my daughter had grown up, and her parents had grown
old. How cruel this time is!

"Daddy, put me down and let me walk."

"You?" His laughter was still so reassuring: "Little baby, be careful not to fall on the stairs, Daddy
will carry you up."

Mom came over and opened the bathroom door for us. Daddy put me on the ground and reached out to unbutton my clothes
, one button, two buttons... then handed them to Mommy. Soon I was standing naked in front of him. I don't know
why, but I only felt that it was all incredibly natural, perhaps because my body was
created by them. They looked at my naked body like a sculptor looking at the bronze statue he had sculpted.
It was as natural as it should be. It's the clothes that are the trouble.

Just as Dad was about to close the door, I suddenly stopped him: "Dad...I..."

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I need to pee..." I pouted, "Dad, carry me to the pee first."

"This child." Mom gave Dad a wink, "I'll run the hot water, you carry Sisi to the bathroom
."

Dad then carried me sideways to the next bathroom. Normally, I'd be halfway done just by sitting on the toilet seat
, but today, I didn't want to.

"Daddy," I said, biting my finger, feeling inexplicably lewd, "holding Sisi..."

Daddy understood, lifting me upright and spreading my legs wide apart towards the toilet:
"Baby, watch carefully..."

"Okay." I nodded seriously, slowly relaxing my body. Suddenly, a stream of golden urine
shot out from my hairless cleft, arcing as it landed in the water. I knew Daddy was watching
me do this most shameful thing. As the jet of water subsided, he bounced my buttocks a few times,
then lifted me onto the bidet, holding my hand as he pressed the button on the side. The spray of water washed my private
parts clean. Then he carried me back to the bathroom.

Mom had already adjusted the water temperature and filled the tub more than halfway. "I'm going to get some clean clothes," she said with a smile
, about to leave. But I stopped her. "Mom, I don't want to wear anything tonight. I want to sleep with you."

"You silly girl," Mom tapped my forehead. "When you're done washing, Dad will carry you over."

I nodded, watching her leave and close the door before stepping into the bathtub. The warm water felt so comfortable
. Dad stood outside the tub, bending over, massaging my muscles.

"Hehe, it's been so long since I've enjoyed Dad's touch like this," I couldn't help but laugh. "Dad,
isn't Sisi prettier now?"

"Nonsense," Dad said, feigning seriousness. "My darling has always been beautiful in Dad's eyes."

I puffed out my chest proudly. "Dad hasn't seen them yet, has he? Should we say hello?"

Dad reached out and grabbed them, gently kneading them with just the right amount of pressure, his fingers pinching and
rubbing the two little cherries. I closed my eyes, enjoying my father's caresses.

"Sisi, do you have a boyfriend yet?"

my father suddenly whispered in my ear.

"Not yet." I rested my head on the edge of the bathtub. "Dad, I seem to be really bad at dating. Do you
think I'll never get married?"

"My darling daughter, there will be a whole line of people proposing to you." My father kneaded my breasts
into various shapes, but it felt so good, and I wanted him to keep doing it.

"Did you get your university acceptance letter?"

"Capital University, Law School. I called your office last month. The secretary answered." I
knew he was busy and had probably forgotten, but I was still happy that he remembered to ask me.

"My daughter is truly the best." He gently kissed my earlobe, and I shuddered, yet I was powerless
to resist. I could only let him kiss my neck, and then my lips…

My father pulled me out of the bathtub, gently parting my thighs. There was nothing changed there; it had always been
a pristine, untouched space, except today it was a little difficult to close.

"Does it still hurt?" He held the showerhead and rinsed me with warm water.

"It hurts." I nodded. "It hurts more than I expected."

"It'll get better." He gently kissed my nipple. "Dad watched you grow up, and
I've told you that sometimes you have to taste bitterness before you can taste sweetness, right?"

"Mmm." I nodded and obediently turned away. He used shower gel on a sponge to wash my
whole body, burying me in the white foam, and then rinsed me with clean water. I don't
know why, but I longed for something to happen, but it never did.

When I was little, my dad was the most amazing superhero in the world. He was all-knowing and all-powerful, tall and
strong. When I hugged my teddy bear and held his big hand, I felt incredibly solid beneath my feet. If
it were possible, I think I would want my dad to take my virginity. Because it was something he gave me, and now he was taking it
back. Then I would transform from a naked angel into a bewitching witch—perhaps that's what I crave?

Unfortunately, I only have one hymen. And Dad wouldn't let my already badly injured lower body
be ravaged again. After drying me off, he applied anti-inflammatory and analgesic ointment to my area and took me
to Mom's bed. She was already naked, waiting for me there. Dad put me down and was about to leave.

"Dad…" I grabbed his hand, "Can the three of us sleep in one bed tonight?"

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/22491.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=22491&aspx=1

Previous Page : Adolescent love

Next Page : The cost of leaving the rural area with a pass

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Coming of Age Ceremony: Bad Girl

comment Open a new window to view comments