First time watching a game, I went to a hotel and lost my virginity.

Back when I first entered university, I was probably quite handsome and popular among the girls. However, I was timid and shy, and even in university, I still blushed when talking to girls. This often led to me being teased. Little did they know that although I was still a virgin, I had read so many books on the subject that it would be a waste of my talents to be a "friend of women" or a female health consultant. Of course, in the process of learning, my body was ravaged a thousand times by my own hands. I just never truly honed my skills for a woman. To this day, I deeply regret not knowing how to utilize my precious resources and instead self-harming in bed. I feel so frustrated with myself. Before getting to the main point, there's a little background to the story. After experiencing first love, most people have a goddess in their hearts at school. I don't know if any of you guys have one, but I certainly do, and the goddess is usually the one you can't win over. Back then, I was quite popular with girls. Some female friends who knew what I liked either abandoned me and became strangers, or they even encouraged me to pursue her, just to stir things up. Later, I found out that this girl also liked me terribly. The background is that at the time, I had people I liked but felt I couldn't win over, and there were also people who liked me (not just 1, 2, 3, 4... several, some of whom confessed their feelings, but I won't go into details here). However, due to a stubbornness in my heart, we never achieved a happy ending, but I didn't completely reject them either. Is this a typical "green tea bitch" trait? Anyway, I know I was pretty pathetic back then. Yet I always acted like a gentleman and looked down on everyone. Because of my popularity with girls, I was able to get into a relatively important student organization at the beginning of the school year with the help of an upperclassman. This allowed me to present myself in front of girls in a more respectable way, even though I didn't have many talents. This girl appeared during this period. The school was organizing a large-scale school-wide event, and as the leader of the organization, I could wander around looking at pretty girls instead of sitting in my seat. I saw a beautiful woman in the back row. I didn't know her personally, only that she was the head of her department, usually a senior student. She was fair-skinned, with red lips and white teeth, the kind of classic beauty we talk about. She had a well-proportioned figure, probably a C-cup (I'd guess she was too), and was quite tall at 1.68 meters, which is pretty good for the South. I sat down next to her. The girl was very outgoing. While I was racking my brains for topics to make a good first impression, she took the initiative to speak first. A talkative person and a quiet person who can listen and occasionally give rational answers usually have a lot to talk about. That's how we got to know each other. For the next few days, she sat next to me at events, and would often ask me to go out in the evenings, sometimes with her beautiful best friend (this girl also has a story, but she's with my brother, I'll tell you about that later). I treated her as a friend. Then one day, she cried and asked me to go out alone. I stayed with her all night. I didn't ask why, we just talked about other things. It wasn't my topic that made her laugh. She laughed because she felt my attempts to persuade her had been unsuccessful. Even as the dorm was about to close, she showed no sign of wanting to go back. She nestled against my shoulder, and I said it was closing time, and I'd walk her back. I added that I could keep her company tomorrow if she wanted. She said she didn't want to go back, and suggested we walk around. A thought crossed my mind; it felt like something might happen that night. Even as a virgin, I felt a surge of desire. Naturally, we got tired of walking that night. We held hands, carried each other, went to a hotel, and slept in the same bed. But I didn't have the courage to make a move. The next morning before class, I posted a status update: "Worse than an animal." She asked me what I meant, and I could only chuckle, daring to think but not answer, and changed the subject. It was during the 2010 World Cup group stage. Although I'm a complete sports idiot, I'm a huge fan of top-level football. This girl had a history of watching football with her dad at home, so a few days later, she asked me to go out to a hotel to watch a game. I felt I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by. The World Cup was being held in South Africa at the time, and the broadcast time was in the early hours of our morning, so it was still early. We bought some snacks and drinks near the school, and naturally, we held hands. Of course, we walked quite a distance; my ulterior motive was that I was afraid of running into some girls if we got too close. Before going into the hotel, I excused myself to use the restroom and, blushing, bought a box of condoms from a convenience store near the school. When I came back, the girl looked at me with surprise, saying, "There's a restroom in the hotel." "Why did you go out to use the restroom?" Oh my god, how should I answer? I just played the innocent, naive card, looking at her with a very innocent gaze. I rarely book hotels and had completely forgotten about this. After entering the room, I said that we wouldn't be able to go back tonight because of the game, so I should take a shower while it was still early. She said that girls usually shower before going out. So I went to shower myself. Southern summers are quite hot; I had actually sweated a bit while shopping earlier. After showering, I spent ages in the bathroom trying to muster the courage to come out. I was only wearing my underwear, and I was drying my hair with a hairdryer next to the TV (actually, it would have dried quickly in this weather, but I was afraid of feeling awkward, so I wanted to keep busy; this was all part of my plan before coming out). I glanced at the girl out of the corner of my eye and noticed she was also looking at my underwear, so I kept drying it. The girl said, "You came out like that? No towel or anything! Aren't you ashamed?" I went to shower; I'd worked up a sweat. The game's starting, call me!

After drying my hair, I played on my phone in bed, pulling the blanket up to my underwear. I opened Baidu (a Chinese search engine) and searched and searched, finding tons of theories, but when it came to actual practice, I was clueless. Soon she finished showering and came out, already dressed. She got into bed and covered herself with the blanket (the air conditioning was on). After chatting for a few minutes, I couldn't resist. I took her hand and started touching her, slowly sliding my body under the covers. I ran my hand along her arm and touched her breasts—so soft…so soft… She was dressed again, but not wearing a bra! She flinched and said no. I was so excited, but also a little scared. I tried to hold back and continued touching her arm; it was so smooth. Usually, when I flirted with girls, it was just casual holding hands. This was the first time I'd touched her so directly. As I touched her, I unconsciously squeezed her breasts again. This time, she didn't flinch. My hand just slid and slid until it grasped hers. There was a small protrusion on the top of her breast, and rubbing it in my palm made me incredibly itchy. My penis was already protesting. I quickly flipped over and climbed on top of her, and started kissing her on the lips. My first kiss! Luckily, I had a lot of experience, so I didn't seem too awkward. Thinking about it later, I realized she probably had kissing experience before. After a little resistance, she responded. Both of my hands were on her breasts. My first kiss and my first real breast touching had both happened, and I guess I was losing my virginity. I was so excited! But I didn't dare squeeze too hard. I've never been a woman before, so I don't know how hard it hurts when a woman is squeezed. I didn't want to hurt her and ruin everything. I grabbed her two big, white breasts and slowly savored the feel, kissing and kneading them for about ten minutes. The girl kept her arms around my back and shoulders, stroking my hair. My hands weren't content with just pinching her breasts anymore; I wanted to do everything for her first time. My hands slid down her belly and explored downwards. Just as I touched her pubic hair, my hand was grabbed. I pushed down a little and cupped that mysterious place. Looking at her affectionately, I said, "Aren't you ready yet?" (Thinking to myself, "Damn it, I've been building up this for so long, are you going to refuse me?") I held on without letting go, not daring to move. She slowly loosened her grip. "Be gentle." I felt incredibly happy; this was going to work. I confidently started touching her. Her forehead had a lot of pubic hair, but it was relatively concentrated. Her breasts were smooth and soft with little hair. After kneading for three or four minutes, she started moaning. My fingers felt a little wet, and my penis was throbbing painfully. "Can I see you?" The girl hesitated for a moment, a little shy, her face flushed. She reached up and pulled the blanket over her head, covering it completely. But her little sister peeked out—a very beautiful vulva. Although I didn't have much practical experience at the time, I'd seen countless adult films, all kinds. This one was truly beautiful. It had a lot of pubic hair, concentrated in the triangular area, and the vulva itself was smooth, without any pigmentation, very clean. The labia minora were symmetrical, short, and pink when not fully exposed. I eagerly parted them. Inside, it was bright red, actually because the lighting was dim; when I turned on the light later, it was still pink. Let me clarify something here. Many people say that dark labia are caused by excessive sexual activity, but in my experience, virgins or women who haven't had many encounters often have darker labia due to factors like the length of their labia minora, friction from underwear, or genetics. Some naturally beautiful women, even after years of acting, still have pink labia. Regardless of whether they've bleached their labia, men shouldn't be too concerned about the color of their women's labia. If you encounter a pink labia, congratulations! If it's black immediately after opening, that's just a reference, not evidence. I enjoy the beauty of a woman's naturally closed labia, but I don't have a penchant for licking them. I once had a girlfriend who liked being licked, but we broke up because of our personalities. So, now that I've opened it up, it's no surprise that she's not a virgin, since she was so easy to handle. Still, I'm a little disappointed, considering I was a virgin myself, and I made her close it naturally. "Have you seen enough?" she asked, unable to hold back her moans from under the covers. I couldn't get enough of looking at her. Otherwise, why would so many men be willing to risk their lives for her? Haha. I rubbed my index finger against the crevice, the moisture providing excellent lubrication. Slowly, my finger slid into the opening. It felt so tight, layers of soft flesh enveloping my finger. I imagined how comfortable it would be if my penis were inside. She was moaning. Afraid that things might change if I delayed, I decided to get to work. I pulled down her underwear, got ready, and mounted her in the missionary position. There was no mishap, like in novels where the virgin couldn't find the hole. Maybe it's because I've studied the theory too much. I went all the way in one go, though the foreskin hurt a little from being pulled. "Oh, you're going in so deep, it hurts a bit, don't move!" How could I not move? Moving seemed instinctive at that moment. I slowly moved in and out a few times. With her hissing and moaning, it finally went smoothly, turning into groans. "Oh! So good, go slower, uh." I was experiencing incredible pleasure. My penis was tightly enveloped, and my heart was pounding. I was finally not a virgin anymore. I didn't have to pretend to be experienced during our late-night dorm chats anymore; I had real experience now. But I really wanted to ejaculate. However, I had to hold back for the sake of my pride. I didn't dare to think about it anymore and turned my attention to the aftermath of the school activity. What would I do with my other female friends after this? I tried to distract myself by slowly thrusting, lying on top of her, feeling the warmth and softness of her breasts, which were still slightly erect even when she was lying flat, and the friction of our skin against each other. "I'm not a virgin. You're my second man. I gave myself to a boyfriend who pursued me for a year in high school after the college entrance exam. I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived in Changsha, he would find a new girlfriend at his university. You men are so unreliable!" she whispered in my ear. "That guy really didn't know how to cherish me. Can't you tell if I'm a virgin or not?" I comforted her, trying to change the subject so that we wouldn't get sentimental and affect my first experience. But I was already on the verge of ejaculation, so I just struggled a few times and ejaculated inside her. Huh? I ejaculated inside. Oh dear, I forgot to bring a condom, and it's still in my pants pocket in the bathroom. What if she gets pregnant? I panicked immediately. When did you get your period last? I asked anxiously. Don't worry, it should be your safe period. Your period should start in a few days. What, are you afraid of taking responsibility? What if I get pregnant? She looked at me with a smile. Hearing that it wasn't her fertile period, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I didn't want to get myself into trouble after just one time; that would be a huge loss, my precious youth! But I still had to be clear with her. After all, we just slept together, and I couldn't just turn my back on her. It was also for the sake of our future happiness. I can't lie to you. Even if she gets pregnant, we still can't have the baby. We're still freshmen in college, and having a child would have a major impact on both of our college years and even our lives. But if you have an abortion for me, I will take full responsibility for you. I tried to find the smoothest response I could think of. "I bet this isn't your first time, but you probably don't have much experience. How many girls have you 'ruined'?" she teased. "Haha, guess how many, that's all you can say. I'm a virgin, but I can't tell you. With such a handsome face, it's so embarrassing to be a virgin. I've 'ruined' countless girls, but that's all in the past. Right now, I'm just here with you, all lovey-dovey." After that first time, we watched a game. This girl wasn't a complete fake fan; she actually understood it and watched with great interest, snacking and yelling excitedly. She was so genuine! If I hadn't stopped her from swearing, she probably would have gone crazy. Was this the kind of situation where once the final act was over, there was no need to pretend to be a lady anymore? My attention was completely on her; I kept touching and poking her, but she slapped my hands away. When the game was no longer in doubt, I mounted her again and toyed with her for over half an hour. Then we took a shower together before going to sleep. Women are made of water; I experienced that again the first time I held a woman naked while sleeping. She was so soft and slippery, I didn't know where to put her. In the end, I...

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