My first experience in the United States

As I was nearing graduation from my undergraduate studies, I received an acceptance letter from my dream American university.

I was actually reluctant to leave my parents and would have preferred to stay in China. My parents encouraged me to go out and explore, and I thought I should
take advantage of my and give it my all. So I packed two large suitcases and took a 15-hour flight to the United States.

Before boarding, I contacted the Chinese Students Association at my university to arrange airport pickup.

My pick-up was a senior from my undergraduate university, two years my senior, whose name I only knew was Di. He gave me his phone number, asked for
my flight number, and said he would call me when I arrived. To make it easier to recognize each other, we exchanged photos.
My first impression was that he seemed like a very bookish person.

During the long flight to the United States, I barely slept, and I was exhausted when I got off the plane.

After passing through border control, dragging my large suitcases, I finally emerged, still half asleep, when a familiar face
popped up and called my name. I looked closely, and it really was my senior, a guy wearing glasses and a t-shirt
.

Still groggy, I forced myself to stay awake and got into the car with him. My senior was very excited, introducing himself and the things along the way while driving
me. He also asked about my situation and then drove me to my place.

When we arrived, I found out I had arranged to sublet a room from a Chinese woman I had contacted. However
, she wasn't there.

I didn't know what had happened, and my senior told me to go back to his place and rest.

I had no other choice but to go back to his apartment with him, quickly borrowing his
computer to check my emails.

Sure enough, there was an email from the woman. She apologized, saying she was supposed to come back yesterday to wait for me, but she
had appendicitis during her trip and was currently hospitalized, needing to wait a few days. Although I was a little annoyed, I
couldn't blame her too much.

Seeing that I didn't have a place to stay, Di asked if I wanted to stay at his place for a few days. Being
unfamiliar with the had no other choice but to agree.

Di was very happy; he took all the sheets and blankets from his room to wash and then arranged for me to stay in his room
, sleeping in the living room himself. Despite my repeated refusals, he insisted. I was so tired that I quickly
lay down and slept for several hours.

The next night, I woke up in the middle of the night to get some water and saw Di lying in the living room; I felt a little touched.

The next day, Di took me to buy a lot of daily necessities and we had a nice Chinese meal. Along the way, we
talked about our undergraduate universities, gossiping together, and time flew by.

A couple of days later, my roommate returned, and with her help, I moved in. On the day I moved out,
to thank him, I treated him to a meal.

After the semester started, I was very busy with schoolwork, and Di and I didn't interact much. Di would occasionally invite me to various activities
, but apart from going to a rugby game with him, I basically didn't go—I was just too busy. I
mostly followed my classmates in class, living a similar routine to my undergraduate life.

Di sensed I was busy and didn't insist on contacting me, but if I needed his help, he was always happy
to come, remaining as friendly as ever.

Finally, after a busy year, my first summer vacation arrived. After the final exams, I started thinking about
where to go to relax and see the American scenery.

Someone in the Chinese Students Association email group was organizing a trip to the Grand Canyon, so I signed up. Not long after,
I saw that Di had also signed up, and he even called me to say he was going too. I thought it would be good to have someone I knew.

A few days later, our group of sign-ups had a meal together, and everyone started preparing various things, agreeing to set off in
a few days .

A few days later, our group, in two SUVs, set off for the Grand Canyon. I
shared a car with Di the whole time. We were all very excited on the road, chatting about everything under the sun. I hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Seeing the natural scenery of America for the first time, I was very excited, and with everyone so lively and fun, I
really felt like I was back in high school.

Along the way, Di and I acted like ordinary friends, chatting casually since there were many other travelers with us. He
asked me how I was doing lately, and I smiled and said I'd made it through the first year, classes were going okay, and I'd gotten the hang of my research.

He said his research was progressing well this year too, and he estimated he could graduate on time. He was a math major, and it's basically
been four years; he'd just finished his third.

I asked him what he wanted to do afterward, and he said he was considering industry or academia, and would see where things came
in. I teased him, saying, "You think you can mislead young people like this? Don't go poisoning the minds of promising youth!" He laughed along and said, "
Okay, I guess I'll just have to go to Wall Street and poison the American people."

We traveled all the way to the Grand Canyon, starting with the North Shore. Seeing the canyon for the first time was truly awe-inspiring; it made me realize
how small humans are. On the North Shore, we spent most of the day, and then the two groups started planning who would be willing to cross the Grand Canyon to
the South Shore.

Most of the girls chose to take the bus to the South Shore, while a bunch of guys were eager to cross.

Di asked for my opinion, and I said, "Don't you get stuck on the way, kid!" He said I underestimated him and decided to give
it a try . Actually, he said he'd been consistently exercising, so let's see if he can make it this time. So, the men and women split up
. A few of us drove to the south bank that day, while Di and his group got up early the next morning to cross the canyon and meet us there that evening.

The next morning, we also got up around 6 a.m., preparing to descend from the south bank that day to see
the scenery below the canyon. We descended around 7 a.m., and the various landscapes along the way completely immersed us in nature.
We even saw people riding donkeys, swaying back and forth, which we envied when we got tired.

We walked, chatted, and played, and around 1 p.m., we finally reached the bottom of the canyon and saw the rushing Colorado
River.

It was quite warm at midday in May, but thankfully the water was cool. We played in the water, ate snacks,
and waved to the passing rafts… Before long, more than an hour had passed, and it was time to go back up.

The Grand Canyon is easy to descend but difficult to ascend. The lower two-thirds of the river has no water supply. I brought
water this morning, and I've already drunk more than half of it. I have no choice but to fill the empty bottle with river water just in case.

It's disgusting to think that those people rafting are eating, drinking, and relieving themselves in the river…

On the way up, the girls disagreed. Most wanted to turn back, but I'd heard
there was a better view along another route and wanted to check it out, even though it was more congested and had no water. The other girls
didn't want to go with me, afraid of heatstroke, so I set off alone.

The climb was incredibly arduous. I kept stopping and starting, finding shady spots to drink water.
Progress was slow, and halfway up, I regretted it, but I could only grit my teeth and keep going. It
was almost 5 pm, and I still had halfway up. I was getting increasingly tired, and my clean water was all gone, so I started drinking river
water.

Further up, the path became less crowded, and I could barely see anyone. It was almost 7 pm, and I still had
several miles to go. It was already dark, but thankfully I had a flashlight. Afraid of falling and breaking to pieces, I could only climb slowly. I
was getting more and more tired and cold, and I thought I'd probably have to sleep there.

Around 8 o'clock, I was looking down at the road when I suddenly heard someone call my name. They asked, "Is that
you?" I recognized Di's voice and couldn't believe it. Overjoyed, I said, "It's me! I'm alive!"

Di came running over with a flashlight and a bag, asking with concern if I was alright, and handed me some water and
a piece of clothing. He said they came from the north, but when they arrived at the agreed-upon location, they couldn't find me, so they came down to meet me.

I was instantly moved. He took my hand, and we slowly climbed up,
finally reaching the top around 9 o'clock. Looking back now, I realize how young and foolish I was, and I'm especially grateful that he
was willing to come and get me despite being so tired himself.

I slept very soundly that night. When I woke up the next morning, I saw Di; he was still smiling. I
noticed he was noticeably darker-skinned. I teased him, but what he had done the day before was still on my mind.

Undeniably, from that day on, our relationship changed a bit. I stopped caring so much about what others thought
, and we often chatted together. Di didn't seem to make any further moves. He seemed to not want me to be affected by
the emotions of that day, which actually made me like him even more.

Our last stop was Las Vegas, where I experienced the extravagant lifestyle of America for the first time. We
walked together on the Strip, enjoying the musical fountains. I felt that this trip was coming to an end, and I was actually
a little reluctant to leave.

I had gotten to know Di better these past few days. He was enthusiastic in explaining things to others, organizing activities, and handling problems efficiently
. Of course, picking me up also earned him a lot of points. Before, he was just an ordinary senior, but now
he seemed like a real, living guy. I was lost in thought when Di came over and stood next to me. He said, "
If you like, we can go to many places in the future."

I said, "Hehe, is it your treat?" He said, "No problem, as long as there are beautiful girls with me."

I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Is this a confession?" Di blushed a little and said, "What if it is?"
I didn't answer, just smiled.

"Didi excitedly grabbed my hand and said, 'I've been waiting for this day for so long…'"

As I write this, Di and I naturally started dating.

Our first few dates were mostly dinners, movies, or concerts. Afterwards, we'd stroll around
campus, and he'd walk me back to my apartment. There were kisses, of course, but nothing
more.

I was quite serious about him then; after all, he was my second real boyfriend, and I wanted to develop a serious
relationship without appearing casual from the start.

The real breakthrough came on my birthday.

That day, he threw me a small party as my boyfriend, inviting a few close
friends. We prepared some food together, and our friends brought some too. We ate, drank, blew out candles,
ate cake, chatted, and watched a movie. It was almost midnight when everyone finally left.

After we saw our friends off, Di hugged me and said, "It's too late today, why don't you
stay here?"

I said, "What, are you up to something? No, I still need to go back… to get something." Di was very happy
to hear the latter part.

I went back to get some things for myself. On the way, he even went to CVS. Then we happily
returned to his place.

I won't go into the details of what happened before, but after washing up, we lay down on the bed. After a few kisses, I was already
aroused.

For the first time, Di took off my t-shirt, revealing my breasts encased in my bra. He held them with both hands, brought
his face between them, gently smelled them, and then began to lick the cleavage between them.
After a few moments, he started to take off my bra.

I rolled over, cooperating with him, quietly watching him.

Yes, another man was exploring my body. Could we be happy this time? Past experiences still
left me with a shadow, even when facing Di. After my upper body was fully exposed to Di, he excitedly played with
my breasts, occasionally sucking on my nipples.

I asked him, "How long has it been since you ate?"

He said, "For years, I'm starving..."

"I'm ready..."

Di finally took off his own clothes. He was definitely a trained man; he was the only
guy I saw with abs at that time.

Di slowly entered, embracing me and kissing me incessantly.

I asked him, "Are you disappointed that I'm not a virgin?"

He said, "I love you, I don't care about anything else."

Touched, I hugged him even tighter. Di gently began to penetrate me, and I could only close my eyes, savoring the long-lost
pleasure while letting out soft moans.

After adjusting, Di lifted my legs, spreading them across his shoulders. Luckily, I practice yoga regularly, so this
pose wasn't difficult. Di then knelt on the bed, supporting his body with his hands, his waist thrusting powerfully,
making me moan even louder. My breasts swayed back and forth with each impact, and I involuntarily
reached out to caress them, occasionally touching my nipples for even more stimulation…

The first time lasted almost half an hour, finally ending after my orgasm.

Afterwards, I was in his arms, laughing and saying, "Didn't you go find a white girl? With your skills, you're pretty good,
hehe."

After our first time with Di, we tacitly agreed to have sex 3 to 4 times a week, whenever it
was convenient for me.

Having sex with Di was relaxing and comfortable; I had orgasms every time, sometimes 2-3 times.
There wasn't anything particularly special about these things, so I'll just describe a few scenes.

First time performing oral sex:

At first, I didn't perform oral sex on Di because I didn't want to spoil him too much from the start; I had only performed oral sex on my first love before
.

But when I love a man, I want to make him happy and sexually satisfied. About a month after we started having
sex, one day he came back to the bedroom naked after showering. I was watching a movie at the time, and suddenly I saw his erect
penis and thought it looked interesting, so I knelt down, took his penis, and took it into my mouth.

Di was surprised and delighted by my sudden action, stroking my hair while enjoying it.
I slowly licked the crease on his head with my tongue, occasionally licking the tip of his penis forcefully. Each time,
Di would make a sound of pleasure.

While I was servicing him with my tongue, my hands moved up and down. After a while, Di couldn't take it anymore and wanted to lie down on
the bed while I continued. Afraid that if he couldn't finish, I wouldn't be able to, I said, "Next time, haha..." and then let him
fulfill his duties as a boyfriend.

From that day on, Di always wanted me to give him oral sex before sex, and I was happy to see him satisfied,
but I would always stop when he was about to reach his limit.

This continued until our six-month anniversary. When he couldn't take it anymore, I sped up, licking
his penis repeatedly and swallowing it up and down, while my hands moved up and down on him. Suddenly, Di grabbed my head, telling
me not to move, and then he ejaculated in spurts, directly into my mouth. This was my
anniversary gift to him.

After Di stopped, I quickly went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth. This was the only time we ejaculated in each other's mouths. I had thought that
if we got married, I would just swallow it, but unfortunately, that day never came.

Our first time at a hotel:

We went to Vegas alone once in winter, mainly to see a show, and
also because it was crowded last time, this time we could have some time alone.

After dinner, we went to the hotel pool, intending to swim and play in the water. My swimsuit was a two-piece set,
with most of my skin exposed, including a little bit of cleavage. I asked Dee if he had any objections, and he said
no problem.

We swam for a while, then I got tired and rested by the pool, while Dee continued swimming.

At this time, an American guy next to us struck up a conversation, asking me all sorts of questions, seemingly trying to hit on me. As soon as Dee saw this
, he quickly swam over and stood next to me, but generously introduced himself as my boyfriend
. The American said, "You are one lucky dude," and then went back to swimming
, making me laugh uncontrollably.

After we returned to our hotel, as soon as we entered, Dee hugged me from behind, lifted my t-shirt, pushed up
my bra, and started rubbing my breasts up and down, directly stimulating my nipples.

I quickly became aroused and turned around to kiss him. He responded with his tongue while simultaneously pulling down my
panties from under my skirt and thrusting inside me in less than two minutes.

We didn't go to bed; instead, we went to the bathroom. He had me hold onto the sink while he thrust
into me from behind, watching us in the mirror.

I was lost in the moment, moaning loudly with each thrust, and he grabbed my
hair, making me lift my head so he could see my wanton state in the mirror.

After about ten minutes, Di suddenly hugged me and said, "Let's go somewhere else."

His penis didn't leave me, but he slowly moved us to the window. He drew back the curtains, positioning
me directly facing the window, and then began thrusting into me forcefully from behind.

I knew what he was thinking, but I basically went along with it, regardless of whether anyone saw; I was enjoying myself
… Di was noticeably more excited than usual, and soon he ejaculated in a torrential downpour.

Later, I asked him why he was so excited. He said he saw foreigners wanting to sleep with me but unable to, while he could
enjoy me every day… Men, that's just how they are! All

good things must come to an end. My happy life with Di was almost a year old, and Di was about to graduate. He
had always been very ambitious in academia, and his research was actually quite good. However, it's difficult to find a job in mathematics in the US. He ended up with
only a few postdoctoral offers, but our undergraduate university's mathematics department directly offered him a position under the Thousand
Talents Program and an associate professorship, with substantial start-up funding.

The head of the mathematics department is now his former undergraduate advisor and has always liked him. Di was quite conflicted.
He suggested doing a postdoctoral position in the US, but I knew he wanted to return to China more, and the opportunity was excellent.

I told him not to give up his dreams for me, and that our love should be able to handle the challenge.

After much hesitation, Di returned to China. After he returned to China, I was alone, and the pressure of research increased.
Loneliness has never been my strong suit, so I started getting angry and
arguing with him from time to time because of my stress and his absence. Finally, after about half a year, we agreed to temporarily separate, but that "temporary" turned into "permanent."

Looking back now, if I could do it all over again, I would have been more selfish and let him stay in the US.

Di and I don't keep in touch much anymore. He's now a professor, successful in his career and happy in his life. I don't have
his WeChat because I don't want to do anything to hurt my husband.

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