youthful arrogance

In 1994, lacking ambition in my studies, I entered a technical school to coast along. I was in the construction class. The school wasn't big, and the classes were small too. There was only one girl in ten students; the rest were all boys. Apart from that one girl, almost everyone else was just there to get by. The students studied half-heartedly, and the teachers taught half-heartedly. Freedom was the least lacking thing in such a school. The story happened in this school, right when I graduated! Over the years, of all those youthful romances, only this one remains. They're fleeting memories, but things that truly touch your heart are hard to forget!

I spent my days at school in a very leisurely way, so leisurely that I didn't know what to do. So, the skating rink and disco around the school were naturally our best choices. That's where I met her. It was a very ordinary meeting. She was in the computer class, the complete opposite of our class. There was only one boy in the forty-odd students in our class. She and another girl were privately dubbed the two school beauties by the equally bored classmates. At that time, I was arrogant and always compared them to Shu Qi and Yang Yuying. So, during the two years at school (we had a two-year program), I was probably the only one who had the opportunity to pursue them without ever having any feelings for them. In those days, a CBI 17 made me the center of attention wherever I went. Moreover, with my height of 180 cm, a face that wasn't too handsome but still had sharp features, and flowing long hair, I almost completely ignored the other girls at school, including her!

I truly met her in a disco. Half of the disco was for ballroom dancing. That night, after a tiring night out, I went to the ballroom to find some peace and quiet. I grabbed a beer, found a corner, and sat down to drink it quietly. After a while, the music ended, and people gradually returned to their seats. The lights came on, and I noticed her sitting quietly next to me, slowly sipping a Coke. Just then, her companion, another school beauty and her boyfriend, returned. They noticed me, looked up, greeted me, and continued drinking my beer. Soon, several people came over to ask them to dance, but she refused. Her companion and boyfriend had already stepped onto the dance floor, while she remained quietly seated. Suddenly, I felt an urge to dance. I rarely dance ballroom dances, and I only know slow waltzes and slow chords. The song I was performing happened to be a slow chord. I got up, walked over to her, and gestured for her to join me. She paused noticeably, and I suddenly noticed a glint in her eyes. Those two seconds felt like an eternity. Finally, she got up and joined me on the dance floor. Neither of us were very good dancers; I stepped on her foot, and she stepped on mine. The song ended without a word. After the dance, I went straight back to the disco, completely forgetting about our chance encounter. The days that followed passed quickly. Aside from that chance encounter at the dance hall, my only impression of her was occasionally glimpsed when I showed off my pathetic skating skills at the rink, seeing her quietly watching.

Soon, graduation arrived. To call it graduation was really just paying two years' tuition for a useless diploma. Some friends organized an event for graduation; we had dinner and went to karaoke. She was there too. When the party ended, she was the only girl I knew even slightly among them, so I offered to take her home. I sped off in my CBI car, the early summer evening cool and refreshing, but I was aroused by the soft flesh pressing against my back. We arrived at her apartment building quickly. As the car slowly glided along, I turned and said, "It's still early, shall we go for a drive?" She nodded. I drove to a newly built but not yet officially open road in the east of the city, pushing the car to 120 km/h. It was exhilarating; without a helmet, my eyes welled up with tears. She clung tightly to me, her back warming up while the cold wind chilled her chest – a strange sensation! The 10-kilometer road ended in 5 minutes. After getting out, I found a clean spot by the roadside and gently pulled her down to sit. She didn't resist. "Were you scared?" I asked. I asked her, and she lowered her head and shook it gently. I put my arm around her waist and gently stroked her up and down. I leaned over and kissed her face. Her face flushed red. Seeing that she didn't refuse, I became bolder. My hand around her waist gradually moved up, and I used my hand to lightly touch the side of her chest. My other hand gently stroked her shoulder, and my lips found her earlobe and gently sucked on it. Her face turned even redder, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned her body and laid her on my lap. I kissed her deeply, frantically sucking on her lips. My hands also climbed up her high breasts. Soon, her initial slight resistance turned into tacit cooperation. We sucked on each other, and her fragrant tongue went in and out of my mouth. My hands finally broke through and truly touched those two elastic and full peaks, and those two tiny nipples. I don't know how much time passed before we finally separated, feeling like we were suffocating. I looked at her; her eyes were half-closed, as if they were about to well up with tears. I felt we could take things further, so I suggested, "Can we not go back tonight?" She didn't refuse, nor did she nod; she just looked at me quietly, everything unspoken. I pulled her into the car, and a few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a small hotel. I booked a room, and as soon as we entered, we frantically pulled at each other's clothes and rolled onto the bed. Soon we were both naked. Only then did I truly understand how beautiful that 19-year-old body was. A pair of not-too-exaggerated but round and full breasts, two pale pink nipples like budding snow plums, not a single extra muscle on her lower abdomen, and that... The glimpses of black beneath her skin drove me wild. I kissed her lips, sucked on her tongue, and kneaded her breasts with both hands. Without much foreplay, I was on the verge of exploding, my rock-hard cock pounding against her already lush and wet sanctuary. She let out a soft "ah," her brows furrowing tightly, her muscles tensing. My cock was fully inside her, her warm and wonderful vagina gripping my raging member tightly. I calmed down, looking at her furrowed brows, and asked, "Does it hurt?" She shook her head. "Be gentle." After a few seconds, I began to thrust gently, gradually increasing the frequency. Her grip on my back tightened, and in less than a minute, my cock exploded inside her. The throbbing sensation is still vivid in my memory. After calming down, we caressed each other's bodies, gazing at each other quietly.

That night we made love six times, the most in my life. After that, we spent a few more nights together intermittently. Not long after, I moved to another city. Without cell phones, telephones, or even pagers, we lost contact. During the time we were together, I never told her I loved her or liked her, and she never asked for any promises. I never gave her anything or said a sweet word. Fifteen years have passed in a flash, and I haven't heard from her since. I guess maybe she really liked me, or maybe she, like me, was just after physical pleasure. To this day, I don't know. Was that her first time? It seems so, and it doesn't. Fifteen years have passed, and only a tiny, faint memory remains deep in my mind!

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