My first sexual experience

My first time was when I was 19. That year, I didn't get into a top university, so I was preparing for my senior year of high school. I remember the education department didn't allow high school review classes, but the school still enrolled over 180 students. To cover their tracks, the school set up a huge classroom in an abandoned warehouse behind the school cafeteria.

Although many years have passed, I still remember how big the classroom was, in a secluded corner of the school. It was very quiet. At that time, we were all classmates who had failed the high school entrance exam. At eighteen or nineteen, besides the first stirrings of love, we were also just beginning to develop self-esteem. Everyone was studying desperately, with piles of review materials on each desk, like little "fortresses," where we studied diligently. Behind me was a girl named Yishan, a city girl.

At eighteen or nineteen, my concept of a beautiful girl was very vague. I only knew she was a girl with big eyes, long hair, and fair skin. In my mind, she was a beautiful girl. At that time, she wasn't a great student. Whenever she had a question, she would gently tap my back, move her "fortress" aside, and make me turn around to explain the problem to her. Every time I turned around, I would smell her unique fragrance, a scent that soothed my soul. Each time I explained something to her, she would smile at me, revealing her white teeth, and say, "You're so sweet." Those three words were enough to captivate me. I was mesmerized, and every day, during every self-study period, I eagerly awaited the moment she would gently tap my back.

These brief exchanges continued daily, and our relationship grew stronger each day. However, this ambiguous friendship remained. The turning point came when the education department conducted inspections, prohibiting primary and secondary school students from attending evening self-study sessions. All classrooms were without electricity at night, and some of us in the review class didn't come. A few studied by candlelight. Since the classroom was in a corner of the school, the school didn't object to us studying by candlelight. She and I both insisted on studying by candlelight. The large classroom was sparsely populated at night.

To make it easier to ask her questions, she would move from behind my seat to sit next to me. Her alluring scent made me distracted and unable to concentrate on my studies. The weather was getting warmer, and she was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt. Her fair arms looked as if they had been washed with milk. I couldn't resist peeking through the cuffs at her armpits, where I could see sparse armpit hair and half of one of her small breasts. Having never experienced anything like this before, I couldn't resist the temptation. My face flushed intensely, and my penis throbbed painfully, as if it were about to burst out of my pants. But I dared not do anything. I quietly squeezed my penis between my legs and gently rubbed it, inhaling the scent of the girl I loved beside me as I masturbated. She noticed my flushed face and trembling body and thought I was sick, asking me with concern. I quickly stopped.

This had happened several times before. I couldn't resist. One evening during self-study, I wrote her a note saying, "I like you, Shanshan." I mustered my courage, blushing, and gave it to her. She replied, "I like you too~." Oh my god, I felt so happy I almost fainted. I didn't know what to do. I secretly glanced around at the other students; those still in the classroom were all engrossed in their studies and no one noticed us. I slowly pressed my face against her arm, smelling a unique milky scent. I couldn't help but kiss her arm. Then we both blushed and pretended to read. Actually, we both knew our hearts were pounding.

Once that started, the desires of young boys burst forth like a flood, unstoppable. Every evening during self-study, we sat together. From above, it didn't seem like anything, but our hands never stopped. The first time I touched her breasts through her clothes, the softness made my hands tremble. I didn't dare make any big movements, afraid someone would see. I simply slipped two fingers under her sleeve, straining forward until I barely managed to touch her nipple. It felt like a perfectly firm, soft bean. Every time my finger brushed against her nipple, she would tremble, like she was shivering.

Each time, I would reluctantly pull my fingers out from under her armpit, letting them rest. At this point, her face would be as red as an apple, and sometimes she wouldn't even notice her snot running down her nose, wiping it away shyly when she did. My penis was throbbing, making a tent in my pants. I pulled her hand over, placing it on my penis through my pants. I felt a surge of pleasure rush from my penis to my brain; I was so sensitive then.

The first time she touched it, she looked surprised and asked why I was so hard. She was shy and didn't do anything except put her hand on it. At that moment, I felt completely satisfied. Several times I tried to put my hand inside her waistband, wanting to touch her genitals, but each time I just reached her waistband, she would desperately block me, saying it was dirty and I couldn't touch it. After being refused several times, my curiosity became stronger than ever. I had read many novels about sex before, and to be honest, I didn't understand much of what they said. Some said that girls didn't have pubic hair, and I thought about it for a long time. No pubic hair? Is there such a big difference between them and men? Do they pee? Looking back now, it seems ridiculous, but at eighteen or nineteen, in the prime of my youth, even this vague feeling gave me endless fantasies.

Finally, I had the opportunity to have my first more intimate and uninhibited contact with her when no one was around. One weekend, it started raining heavily, and I was hesitating whether to go to evening self-study, but the hesitation was only fleeting. Shan Shan's fragrance was deeply attracting me, and I couldn't miss any opportunity to be close to her. I braved the rain to get to school, but the entire school was deserted as usual. I didn't pay much attention and went straight to our review class classroom in the northwest corner of the school. The classroom lights were off! Because of the heavy rain, not a single classmate came today! Reluctantly, I entered the classroom, finding only desks and stacks of review materials. A wave of disappointment washed over me. Just as I was about to leave the classroom, someone called my name from the corner—it was Shanshan! I quickly went over and saw her sitting on a lowered stool, her view blocked by the tall stacks of review materials. She said to me, looking aggrieved, "I thought you weren't coming today."

I excitedly hugged her, my lips landing on hers—so soft! I didn't know any kissing techniques; I just felt her lips like candy being sucked into my mouth. I could clearly feel our hearts racing. My trembling hand reached inside her clothes. Nineteen-year-old girls don't wear bras; they're only wearing a small tank top underneath. I easily grasped her breasts; they felt like sponges, so hot. Her nipples were pressed against my palm. Although she wasn't fully developed yet, I could feel them hardening, rubbing against my hand. I kneaded them even more vigorously, feeling her breathing become heavier. Our lips intertwined tightly, her breaths growing stronger, the air hitting my nose—I greedily inhaled!

After kneading her breasts for a long time, I slid my hand down to her waist, then tried to reach down from her waistband. Her waist was very thin, the slender kind. My hand desperately reached down and touched a hairy spot—her pubic hair. I was shocked; I didn't know girls could grow pubic hair. I frantically reached down, eager to know the amazing structure of a girl's genitals. But her belt was too tight, preventing me from going any further. Undeterred, I pulled my hand back and clumsily tried to undo her belt. Due to nervousness and her slight resistance, she kept pulling my hand away from her waist, and I couldn't undo it several times.

I continued kissing her, then whispered in her ear, "I love you. I want to touch you." She didn't object anymore, and I continued undoing her belt. This time I got it off, and I eagerly reached inside, slipping my hand through the sparse pubic hair. I touched her vulva; it still felt soft and tender, and it was already wet. What an amazing structure! The erotic novels I'd read before described a woman's genitals as having a fleshy opening, and sex involved inserting the penis into this opening. I wanted to find that opening, but after feeling around for a while, I only found indentations, not a fleshy opening.

It was raining heavily outside. In a corner of the campus, in our classroom, just the two of us, we continued kissing passionately. One hand caressed her small breasts, while the other explored her intimate area. I heard her breathing grow heavier, and her juices flowed more freely, wetting my fingers from where I had touched her. My penis had been erect since we started kissing, and by this point it was throbbing painfully. I pulled down my pants and let her touch my penis. She grabbed it, but it remained motionless. Not satisfied, I asked her to move it. She touched my penis with her gloved hand, but her fingernail scratched my glans, causing a sharp pain, yet I still felt intense pleasure. I couldn't take

it anymore. I stood us both up, and she leaned against the wall. I wanted to make love to her like this. I knew nothing back then, and it seems ridiculous now. Our pants were only pulled down to our knees, and because they weren't completely off, her legs could only be spread slightly. We had no experience; how could a nineteen-year-old virgin and a nineteen-year-old virgin possibly have sex in that position? Back then, I didn't know any better. I pinned her against the wall, and using my hand to guide my penis inside. The position was so awkward; my glans could touch her pubic hair, but even if I pushed further in, I couldn't penetrate. I could only rub against her vulva, but even that gave me unprecedented pleasure. She also felt very comfortable, trying her best to stay inside, but this position was too tiring.

She couldn't hold on for long. I wasn't satisfied and told her I wanted more. She tried to lean against the wall again, but I said no, take off your pants. At first, she refused, saying it would be terrible if someone saw us. I ignored her and helped her take off her pants, and I took mine off too. At first, we were just caressing each other, but now that we had our pants off, our two pairs of bare legs were intertwined again. Her legs were so smooth, and I felt a pleasure I had never experienced before. My penis immediately became hard again.

Looking back now, I really admire my sexual desire back then; the slightest stimulation would make me erect. I laid newspapers on the floor, four newspapers, to keep our clothes from getting dirty. I made her lie down first, and then I pressed myself on top of her. At that moment, I didn't think about tenderness at all; I was just thinking about possession. My mind was filled with the thought that what happened before didn't count, that I was going to fuck Shanshan today, that Shanshan was mine! So, I immediately began exploring the mysterious entrance. I had no idea where the vagina was; I just grabbed my penis and thrust it in randomly. I could see that Shanshan was in pain, gritting her teeth, but I myself didn't know where I was thrusting.

Several minutes passed without any result. It felt like my penis was about to break in the middle. I stopped, but my penis was still hard. It was my mind filled with the thought of fucking Shanshan that kept it hard; I wasn't actually experiencing any pleasure. Later, I remembered a pornographic novel I had read called "Another Spring," where it described how when a man couldn't penetrate a woman, he would use saliva to lubricate her. I got really excited and immediately wanted to put some saliva on it. Fellow wolves in the garden might remember their first time doing it. They were very nervous, their whole body was burning up, and their mouths were so dry that they had no saliva at all. Because of the kiss earlier, their saliva had long since dried up, and they felt like their tongues were dry too.

I managed to smear some saliva on my penis, then groped around and started thrusting. The saliva lubricated, and I managed to push it into a hole. Later, I realized I'd found the right spot; actually, I didn't even realize I'd pushed it into her anus. A virgin's vagina is really tight, but I've forgotten the exact feeling. I was so excited, thinking, "I've fucked her! I've fucked Shanshan! Shanshan is mine!" But Shanshan screamed in pain and twisted her body backward. I quickly held her down. My penis finally went in, but she almost pulled it out again. I could see she was in a lot of pain; her facial muscles were contorted. Afraid she'd make a sound, I let her bite my pants leg. I thrust in and out a little more, and she twisted even more violently, biting my pants and making whimpering sounds.

I forced my body down on her, managing to thrust a dozen times, but she still managed to break free. She cried, begging me to stop, saying it hurt too much. To be honest, I didn't feel any pleasure when I penetrated her. I was too nervous, and seeing her in so much pain made me lose interest. I just wanted to have sex with her, and now I do have her, but I didn't feel any pleasure, and I didn't ejaculate. After a few quick thrusts, and with my girlfriend's desperate pleas, I hastily finished.

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