My wife and I's high school days

When we entered high school, my wife and I were in the same class. We went to a boarding school and only went home
once a week. My wife sat behind me (to this day, I still don't understand why someone my height would be seated in the front row;
there are plenty of students who are 1.6 meters tall, and I, at 1.75 meters, wasn't I afraid of blocking the view behind me?). As the saying goes,
proximity to the water tower , and the sun-facing plants easily flourish in spring; not long after the start of the semester, I won my wife over.

Actually, I don't know who pursued whom when we were together; everything just happened naturally, as if we
were meant to be a couple. We'd chat in class, talk on the phone for an hour or two in the evening, and that was it. Although we spent a lot of time together, seeing each other from morning till night, we were very intimacy. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but back then I was really innocent and adorable. Even after dating for a long time, I still didn't have any predatory instincts. I just felt that matters between men and women should be left until after we finished our studies, so I never had any intention of having her. 　　Let me introduce my wife. She's not very tall, around 1.6 meters, with an average figure, but she's got curves in all the right places, and she's pretty too, very popular in class. 　　My first kiss was taken by her. It was a beautiful day with blue skies and white clouds, but unfortunately, we had to do chores. Wasting our precious youth, the school called it "all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical education, aesthetics, and labor"—ugh! 　　After finishing the chores with a resentful heart, I was about to go eat with my wife, since it was getting late and everyone else had left, leaving just the two of us. My wife called my name furtively, then hid in the storage room behind the classroom, peeking out with a silly grin, like a little kid who'd stolen candy, thinking he wasn't caught but actually being caught. 　　I had a jolt of realization, thinking, "Today might be another important day in my life." Sure enough , as soon as I entered the storage room, my wife closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, looking completely at ease. My heart was pounding , absolutely pounding (I'm talking about myself, haha). I approached my wife step by step, my gaze sweeping up from her swan-like white neck to her sexy red lips, and I stupidly pressed my lips against hers. My wife's lips were very red and soft, giving off a very moist feeling. 　　The annoying thing was that I had no technique at the time, just sitting there, thirty seconds passed, a minute passed, two minutes passed, and nothing else happened. Finally, my wife opened her eyes, and the smile in the corners of her eyes deepened . In the end, nothing happened. We went to eat together, but the main theme of that meal was that kiss, and I was obviously the one being laughed at. 　　Although this experience brought us closer, our physical contact, apart from hugging, was as pure as a glass of water. Maybe some people would say that a hug will cause a reaction in your penis, but at that time I had the desire but not the courage, and dared not cross the line. 　　Finally, one time we went out to eat. This time, since it was Japanese food, we booked a private room. The food was about the same price anyway, so for just over ten yuan more, we could have a private room – why not keep things quiet ? (The point is, I wanted to kiss her alluring lips during the meal; my thoughts were pure!) 　　Midway through, my wife asked why we didn't have that kind of intimacy with other women. At first, I was confused. What was going on? But then I realized something was wrong. There was a hint . I hadn't done anything wrong! Had she found out about my little scheme? I was so anxious! 　　Then my wife asked if I didn't like her, if I wanted to leave her, and if not, if I could touch her. At that moment, I felt a mix of amusement and relief, like a gift from heaven. If I didn't do something , I was truly beyond help. I was nervous and a little lost. 　　Finally, I pretended to touch her entire body, starting from her head and working my way down, quickly skipping over the important areas. To be honest, my heart was definitely racing at that moment! Then I stopped, sat up straight , and an awkward atmosphere filled the entire private room. 　　However, something unexpected happened: my wife grabbed my hand and pressed it against her chest. Even though it was through her clothes, the psychological impact was a hundred times stronger than the physical sensation. After a brief moment of mental blankness, I started to respond. Since things had progressed this far, there was nothing to hold back. 　　I first gently massaged her breasts, and seeing that my wife didn't seem uncomfortable, I gradually increased the pressure. My wife began to react, panting softly, her eyes glazed over. At the same time, the heat rising in my lower body made me incredibly aroused. The sensation through her clothes was no longer enough to satisfy my lust, and my hand began to slip inside her clothes. Her smooth skin and white breasts made my mouth dry. 　　After much effort, I finally found a bra, the quality of which was quite good, I believe it was a high-end product (I even had the mind to examine it , oops). I pushed the bra up, revealing a pair of small white rabbits, and pinched my wife's nipples, hard and perky. 　　At this moment, my little brother was very disobedient, pushing upwards, the feeling of it being stretched through my jeans was practically torture . Just then, my wife gently touched me there, a numbing sensation traveling from bottom to top to my brain, and I felt like I heard a "boom," almost making me ejaculate. 　　Looking at my wife's rosy lips, I eagerly took a sip, savoring the sweetness. By this time , my wife's breathing was very rapid, and she suddenly straddled my lap, her vagina pressing against my penis, but to be honest, it didn't feel very comfortable, because her whole weight was pressing down on it, making my penis a little sore. But at this moment, the slight pain didn't matter, my body and mind were completely immersed in the wonderful feeling of our first lovemaking . 　　With my wife's help, I finally managed to get her clothes off. But then another problem arose: even though it was a private room, the waiters might come in eventually, and it would be so embarrassing ! So I took off my coat and put it on my wife—note, she wasn't wearing anything underneath! 　　Then, I took her breast into my mouth. It was so big, and a milky fragrance filled the air—a very fresh , sweet scent. My other hand didn't stop either; I tried to grasp her alluring breasts, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold them all. My wife at this moment was someone I'd never seen before; her face was flushed, her eyes were dreamy, and she was incredibly endearing. 　　Just as I was about to make my next move, an untimely knock sounded at the door, startling us both .

Because of time constraints, my wife was even still straddling me. The waitress seemed a little flustered when she came in and saw our
position , quickly leaving after putting down the food we had ordered. I, on the other hand, calmed
down, while my wife was so embarrassed she hid in my arms, her expression incredibly varied.

Finally, after the waitress left, my wife got off me and started blaming me. I was
speechless ! Afterwards, we didn't do anything too extreme. I helped my wife get dressed, learned how to "suck" her, and
quickly finished the food before leaving. No matter how delicious the food was, throughout the entire experience, and even in
the long , what I savored was my wife's fresh, milky scent.

After that experience, our relationship grew closer, but school management was strict. As
students, we didn't have much money for private dining rooms, let alone hotels. Returning to the dorm late at night would result
in being publicly criticized.

However, sex is like poison; once you're exposed to it, there's no stopping you. The feeling of seeing but not being able to have sex every day
is unpleasant for anyone. Finally, we found a perfect spot for our tryst: the newly built
laboratory building. It wasn't open yet, but everything was complete. Its biggest advantage was that very few people went there,
except for the cleaning lady who came only occasionally.

One Friday afternoon after school, as agreed, we showered and ate as quickly as possible, then went one after
the other to the women's restroom on the fourth floor of the building. My wife went first to check if anyone was there. Once she confirmed no one was there, she called me
in. I was so nervous! Before anything even started, my little brother was already hard.

We quickly hid in the second-to-last stall, closed the door, and breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the new restroom,
unused , was relatively clean, though a bit small. Anyway, I had to bear it! My wife
called me sweetly, and so began our first tryst in the restroom.

No matter the time, a firm embrace always brings a sense of fulfillment. As I kissed my wife
's lips, my hands roamed over her body. When I touched her back, she trembled slightly
, and I thought, "Heh, so this is her sensitive spot." I then diligently explored and
caressed her, making her both resist and eager for more.

Her warm breath tickled my ear—it was so ticklish, words can't
describe it; you have to experience it to know how intoxicating it is. Our throats were dry, and
our breathing became heavy. I quickly stripped her clothes off, but when it came to taking off her bra
, I couldn't get it off. I was so anxious, my hands were trembling.

My wife laughed, saying something like, "Self-reliance brings abundance," which made me stare blankly,
thinking , "You'll see soon enough!"

After much effort, I finally managed to unbutton the blouse, revealing a pair of small, white breasts. The pink buds
radiated an alluring glow, perfectly complemented by the surrounding snow-white skin, truly living up to the
saying "a beauty like jade." Her alabaster calves were barely a handful, and above her pink thighs lay the alluring, mysterious area, barely an inch wide enough
to contain the sly pubic hair that had secretly peeked out.

Driven by youthful impulse, I reached out and touched that long-desired triangle, finding it already
soaking wet . So I started licking from my wife's breasts down, finally reaching her vulva. The wetness of her vulva made
my mouth slick, but to be honest, the taste wasn't great. While not unpleasant, it didn't have the grape or cherry flavor
I'd imagined (haha, I've read too many erotic novels). But that didn't matter; the key was
the person I loved, so putting in a little effort was fine.

The key to happiness isn't where you are, but who's by your side. After all that hard work, it was finally my
turn to enjoy myself . My wife knelt down, comfortably, unzipped my pants, and took my penis in her hand, awkwardly and
shyly stroking it. I felt it was a little wet, and upon closer inspection, I realized my glans was already wet.

It was clear my wife had made a huge decision before kissing me; her brow was slightly furrowed, but she exuded a sense of
unwavering resolve. Her oral sex skills were really nothing to write home about; her teeth occasionally brushed against my penis.
But overall, the waves of pleasure from my penis almost made me groan out loud. This must be what they call "painful
yet pleasurable," right?

A warm current flowed from my lower body to my brain; the feeling was heavenly. Actually, the real comfort
wasn't just the series of bioelectric currents or the contraction and expansion of nerve endings, but more about the psychological
satisfaction and pleasure.

Instinctively, I gently pressed my wife's head down and thrust forward, unknowingly engaging in
what I called , my wife couldn't take it; she gagged, saying I was hitting her throat, and kept
apologizing. Actually, I felt so sorry for her; I really didn't know how to be gentle with her.

In the end, we both satisfied each other with our hands. Some might ask, why not go all the way?
But honestly, I was too afraid. What if I got pregnant… You know, we were still students, with no
income. How would we manage? Even if my family didn't object, and I could ignore the disapproval from society, I
didn't want my woman to suffer even the slightest harm. Even if many people laughed at me for being foolish, if I had
another chance, I wouldn't change my ways.

After that experience, my relationship with my wife rapidly warmed up. While we did
n't go out to "cheat" every time we had free time, we would occasionally go there for a intimate moment. Many funny things
happened during our three years of "cheating" in high school . As the saying goes, the more you climb the mountain, the more likely you are to encounter a tiger. Once, we were halfway through our "cheating"
when we ran into that diligent cleaning lady. (There was clearly no one in class, so why was someone
using the toilet? What's the point of cleaning?)

We hid inside, barely daring to breathe. My wife even wanted me to lift her up so no one outside could see our
four legs inside. Although my wife isn't very heavy, a normal girl would weigh around 90 pounds
. It wasn't a problem for a short time, but after a while, my arms and back were so tired and sore! Luckily, the cleaning lady
left after a while. I still laugh to this day when I think about my wife suggesting we pretend to poop to fool her.

Another time, a pair of like-minded people suddenly appeared out of nowhere, giving us a huge fright. Judging from their voices, they
were lower-year high school students. They rushed in without even checking if anyone was in the toilet before barging in.
The guy in the stall next to theirs started his act without a word. Out of mischief, my wife and I decided to
play a prank on them.

First, we quietly left, then pretended to be teachers and talked loudly in the hallway. My wife then
went in pretended to pee. Sure enough, they didn't make a sound. When I suggested she pretend to be an auntie
, she refused. In desperation, I banged on their toilet door a few times. I guess they were terrified inside.
Hehe, I left feeling incredibly happy.

However, it wasn't until almost graduation that I actually had sex with my wife. I finally managed to buy a box
of condoms , and during a holiday when no one was home, I went to her house. I must say, her house
was very beautiful, especially her room. It was like the kind of room with a bunch of dolls you read about in novels—a real-life version of what
I'd read about in novels. I often teased her about it.

Since it was winter, I was wearing a lot of clothes, and I kept taking them off, inwardly cursing myself for being so stupid.
How could I waste time taking off my clothes at a time like this? However, to my surprise, my wife
was only wearing a nightgown, nothing underneath. This little devil! Even her nightgown was buttoned up, deliberately
unbuttoning the top few buttons – wasn't she blatantly tempting me to commit a crime?

After taking off our clothes, we both crawled naked into my wife's fragrant bed. Out of shyness,
she turned her back to me, but this position only fueled my lust. Looking at her fair skin, I
gently ran my fingers over her back, very lightly, almost imperceptibly. The smooth, slippery touch on my fingertips was
irresistible .

Through continuous exploration, my little brother began to harden, and accidentally pressed against my wife's
buttocks , causing her to scream – it felt so good! Then, I put one arm around her waist
and moved upwards, feeling her nipples. Suddenly, the
line "gently caress, slowly rub, and tease" came to mind. I never thought I'd actually use it today; it seems I have a knack for this.

At that moment, I thought, "She must be pretty wet down there too, right?" Sure enough, it was soaking wet! My finger got
completely wet the moment I put it in. My wife then learned to fight back, grabbing my penis and stroking it up and down, sometimes fast,
sometimes slow, waves of tingling sensations shooting through my nerve endings. I looked at my wife with longing eyes, then
at her sexy lips. Unexpectedly, she really understood what I meant, opening her mouth wide and
taking my entire penis in. Ouch! Just thinking about it makes me want to howl.

After that, we did 69. My wife seemed to really enjoy me licking her genitals; each lick sent shivers down her spine,
making me feel very accomplished. Ten minutes later, we officially started our battle. The first task was to put on a condom. Luckily
, I had read the instructions beforehand, so it was much easier. I pressed the head of the condom, flattened it, put it on my penis, covered it, and I was done!

But, at the crucial moment, I couldn't get it in. Maybe my wife's vagina was too tight!
After , my wife personally took charge, guiding my penis into her warm, moist little nest. Tight, that was the first feeling. It
warmly enveloped my glans, and driven by instinct, I thrust forward again and again. There weren't many positions like in porn movies
; everything was so natural. The most primal symphony of sex filled the room…

[The End]

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