I lost my girlfriend's virginity in my final year of college.

It was a sweltering August, summer vacation was drawing to a close, and my girlfriend and I were about to begin our final year of university. Before that, I had spent over a month interning under the blazing sun, preparing for future employment. Commuting to and from work in such scorching heat was truly a physical and mental ordeal. My girlfriend saw this and felt sorry for me, telling me she would make it up to me and let me rest properly after my busy schedule. As you might expect, I couldn't pass up such an opportunity, so I seized the chance to express my desire to have sex with her. Of course, I didn't forget to compliment her beautiful figure and express my deep affection for her. I even gave our first time a perfectly legitimate reason—to commemorate our one-year anniversary of meeting and falling in love. Finally, after a double assault of my sweet talk and gentle persuasion, my girlfriend agreed the night before our first time.

Regarding where to have our first time, I offered her three options: a hotel, my dorm room, or my house. My girlfriend chose to have sex at my house. Her reasons were: she didn't want to go to a hotel because they required her identification, and hotels weren't hygienic; if someone secretly filmed her, it would be even worse. She didn't want to go to the dorm because people came and went, and she was worried about being discovered; besides, the beds in the dorm were too small. Making love at home, on the other hand, was cozy, well-equipped, and she felt safe. So, we agreed to hold her virginity-breaking ceremony at my house. Wait, there was still one important problem: my dad was home that day. What to do? Never mind him, we'd just try to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't find out. Around noon that day, my girlfriend arrived at my house on time. Seeing her brave the sweltering heat to come all this way to give me her virginity, I felt not only moved and grateful, but also a surge of tenderness and protectiveness.

My dad cooked lunch. He's usually quiet, but today, seeing his son's girlfriend, his future daughter-in-law, he exchanged the usual pleasantries. I ate a few bites hastily, my mind preoccupied with how to properly have sex with my girlfriend later, appearing somewhat distracted. My girlfriend, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, chatting and laughing freely. I couldn't help but admire her refined manners. And to have such an elegant woman groveling before me—I suppose that's every man's dream. I'm honored, my humble brother, actually managed to do it.

After lunch, I took my girlfriend to my room to play on the computer, while my dad cleaned up the dishes outside. About half an hour later, after finishing, my dad said goodbye and went straight back to his room for a nap. About ten minutes later, after confirming that my dad was asleep, I quietly closed his door, returned to my own room, locked my door, and drew the curtains. Heh, the show was about to begin.

I first opened a Japanese adult video on the computer for my girlfriend to watch, keeping the volume as low as possible so as not to disturb my dad. These Japanese AVs were all carefully selected by me. The actresses in them had beautiful figures and their moans were lewd. As the AV actresses' moans rose higher and higher, the lewd and ambiguous atmosphere in the room gradually spread. My girlfriend sat quietly in front of the computer, watching the AV plot unfold intently. Perhaps she was a little nervous, so she didn't express anything to me. I quietly came up behind her and began to caress her breasts through her clothes. According to my girlfriend herself, her breasts were on the larger side among her close friends, but not exactly large. In fact, with the current trend of slimming down, most urban women's breasts are on the smaller side. Don't you see that rural girls generally have larger breasts than urban girls? Based on my own observation and experience, my hands could just grasp her breasts, so, to be honest, my girlfriend's breasts were only of average size.

I played with my girlfriend's lovely breasts, the soft, elastic touch was truly indescribable. Today, my girlfriend wore a black t-shirt with a thin blue cardigan over it, and tight jeans, looking quite pretty and charming. I unbuttoned her cardigan one by one, and placed my hands on her chest again, wanting to have a more intimate contact with her breasts. Wow, the feel is so real, could it be...? "I came here without a bra today because of you," my girlfriend said softly and coquettishly. Although it wasn't the first time I had caressed my girlfriend's breasts, the thought of her walking in a crowd of strangers without a bra was tantamount to exposing her to everyone, and just thinking about it made my blood boil. So, I intensified my movements on her chest, occasionally flicking her sensitive nipples. Afraid of waking my dad, my girlfriend remained silent under my provocation, but her body began to twist involuntarily, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly, and her expression gradually becoming dreamy. Taking this opportunity, I leaned down and kissed my girlfriend from behind, from top to bottom, on the back of her ears, her earlobes, and her soft shoulders, occasionally giving them a gentle nibble. At the same time, my hands continued to caress her. From her ears to her shoulders, from her shoulders to her breasts, I gently stroked every inch of her skin; her silky smooth skin was no exaggeration, even using the most classic advertising slogans. I tenderly lifted my girlfriend's chin, turning her face slightly back, and leaned down slightly, our lips meeting, our tongues entwined in a long, passionate kiss that brought us both to a climax.

Because of the hot weather, I laid out a large straw mat on the floor. By this time, I could no longer contain my excitement, and I lifted my girlfriend from the chair, then playfully threw her onto the mat. (My girlfriend likes strong men, haha!) Next, of course, I stripped off her clothes piece by piece. To emphasize the violence, I went for a wild and unrestrained act, "forcibly" removing my girlfriend's clothes and throwing them far away. My girlfriend cooperated, desperately covering her chest with her hands, violently twisting her body, and softly crying out, "No, no, sir! No, I'm a virgin!" In just a short while, my girlfriend, lying on the straw mat, was completely naked.

Now, please, dear readers, see my girlfriend's beautiful youthful body through my eyes. My girlfriend isn't tall, about 1.6 meters, weighs 90 kilograms, and has a 78cm bust. She has long, beautiful black hair, which was slightly damp from her earlier "resistance," lying listlessly on the pillow, obscuring half of her face. My girlfriend is not only petite, but also has a clever and quirky face, looking like a high school freshman. So my friends often tease me, saying I have a pedophilic tendency. As the saying goes, fair skin covers a hundred flaws. Although my girlfriend isn't conventionally beautiful, her fair and delicate skin adds to her allure. While many European and American women are fair-skinned, their skin is often rough and covered in unwanted hair, not what the men of my esteemed China find attractive. My girlfriend, however, not only has fair skin, but her skin is also of exceptional quality—smooth as silk, like Suzhou embroidery, utterly captivating. Now, my girlfriend presents her fair and tender body to me in its entirety, like a vibrant modern painting, dazzling me, as if I were in a dream. My gaze lingers briefly on her fragrant, fair neck before moving directly to her breasts. As mentioned before, while not large, her breasts are certainly not disappointing. At this moment, my girlfriend lies wearily on the straw mat, her body slightly tilted to the left. Under the influence of gravity, her breasts also droop slightly to the left, swaying up and down with her movements. Yet, her dark brown nipples stubbornly stand erect on her soft breasts, as if defying me. Admiring my girlfriend's breasts with just my eyes wouldn't be enough. I quietly reached my hand to her chest and gently caressed them. The soft, elastic touch, combined with the visual impact of her breasts swaying, made my little brother seem to grow even longer without me realizing it. After a moment, I changed my approach. I "friendly" pinched her nipple with my left thumb and forefinger, gently pulling it outwards and then releasing it, while using my right forefinger and middle finger to stroke the lower edge of her breast, sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly. My girlfriend responded with soft moans; that was her sensitive area.

Ladies and gentlemen, please follow me and admire my girlfriend's abdomen. Her stomach is flat, without an ounce of fat. In comparison, I, at the time barely twenty, was already quite overweight, which I found rather shameful. Although my girlfriend isn't tall, her figure is well-defined, with two beautiful curves around her waist and abdomen. Imagine if you were to extend your arms and begin stroking my girlfriend's shoulders, passing her breasts, feeling the rapid inward curve of her waist and abdomen, and then her full buttocks—that would be an immense visual and tactile pleasure. Below her abdomen, the pubic hair on her lower abdomen captivated my gaze. Her pubic hair was as black and thick as her long hair, with a slight curl. The dense clusters of pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, and the base of this triangle was my ultimate target today. I don't want to describe my girlfriend's private parts too much visually. Firstly, it's no different from any other woman's, and secondly, I have a little selfish reason: I don't want my girlfriend to be seen naked by all the perverts out there. I want to leave a private area that belongs only to me, so that I can show my special status as her boyfriend.

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