My sexual experiences with my girlfriend Xiaomin on campus

Xiaomin and I officially became a couple on the evening of March 29, 2003, in a movie theater. That night, we kissed for the first time. Of course, I'd had girlfriends and dated before, so it wasn't my first time, but I knew it was Xiaomin's first, and perhaps I was her first love. That night, we chose to watch a movie at a theater near a nearby school. We found seats towards the back, because that's the kind of seats we usually liked.

Everyone probably knows what movie theaters are like—dark and atmospheric, and sometimes there are even some exciting scenes. So, after we officially became a couple, I hugged Xiaomin and slowly kissed her forehead, then her cheek, until finally our lips met, and we kissed passionately, my tongue slipping into her mouth. When her tongue was in my mouth, I sucked on it intensely, making it almost impossible for her to pull away. It was our first time kissing so passionately and happily.

Today, I discovered that Xiaomin's lips are very sensitive. When my lips touched hers, she recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted. From then on, we were practically inseparable during our free time on campus. Whenever we had a spare moment, we'd find a quiet place to be intimate. We searched every corner of the campus, getting excited every time we found a secluded spot. Then, we'd impulsively embrace, holding each other tightly for a long, long time, and then start kissing passionately, kissing Xiaomin's lips, sucking her entire lips into our mouths, touching them with our tongues. If we were on the grass, we'd sit down, letting Xiaomin lie in my lap, her back arched, making it easier and more comfortable to kiss her. Holding her with her legs pressed against mine felt even better.

And my mischievous hands could even roam over her breasts.

When I first touched Xiaomin's breasts, I found that she reacted much more strongly than when I first touched her lips. This was the second sensitive area I discovered in Xiaomin.

I remember a few nights when we stood in the woods in the park, holding Xiaomin, kissing her lips and touching her breasts simultaneously. With both sensitive areas in contact, within ten minutes, Xiaomin started to go wild. I could feel her holding me tighter and tighter, but my grip on her arms seemed to weaken because she couldn't stand anymore and started to squat down. She made a sound that excited me greatly, growing louder and louder. She even kept calling out, "Aqiang, hurry!...Aqiang, hurry!" At this point, I would recklessly touch Xiaomin's breasts and kiss her lips. Until my lower body couldn't take it anymore, almost bursting, or my hands were too tired, I would gently ask, "Baby, can you help me? I want you to touch me too."

The first few times, Xiaomin refused, which I completely understood. After all, we were both still students; Xiaomin was only a freshman, and she had never been in a relationship, let alone touched a man's private parts. When I let Xiaomin touch me, she must have felt nervous, hesitant, scared, and all sorts of other complex emotions. But since we're together every day, and Xiaomin has experienced what it feels like for me to touch and kiss her—it must be pleasurable—she wants it every day, wants to be with me every day, wants me to touch her every day, until she goes crazy. For several days in a row, I've been the one touching Xiaomin. Afterwards, Xiaomin knows I'm also feeling uncomfortable, missing her, and hoping she can touch my sensitive areas like I do.

Finally, in another secluded spot in that park, Xiaomin's hand slipped inside my underwear. Actually, my penis was already as hard as steel, but when Xiaomin's hand unbuckled my belt and touched my lower abdomen, I was stunned, I went crazy. Because I felt those cool fingers on my lower abdomen; my beloved girlfriend's fingers were slowly, slowly, almost touching my most sensitive, sacred, and exciting place.

Xiaomin touched it, felt it, and even told me, "It's so hard! How can it be so hard?"

After stroking around a few times, Xiaomin simply took my hard, hot penis in her hand. However, Xiaomin didn't know that moving it back and forth would feel good, and she didn't know what masturbation was. At this point, I couldn't take it anymore and was already intoxicated. At the same time, I was also disappointed because Xiaomin was only holding it lightly; she was afraid of hurting me and didn't dare to move. Helpless, I could only tell Xiaomin, "Baby, move it a little, move it back and forth a little, that will feel good." "Won't it hurt?" "Of course not, you idiot!" Only then did Xiaomin begin to move gently. Even though it was only gentle, I felt incredibly good. I hugged Xiaomin tightly, constantly telling her, "Faster, harder, grip tighter." Finally, I ejaculated, all my semen coming out, covering Xiaomin's hands, and we didn't have any tissues. Xiaomin looked at me, and I looked at Xiaomin, feeling very embarrassed. Xiaomin even asked me, "What is this?" I had to let Xiaomin wipe my clothes, but he said it was dirty and he'd wash them when we got back.

People say that having sex outdoors, in the wild, is a really great thing, with unexpected effects. However, I found that having my girlfriend masturbate me outdoors, in the wild, is also very comfortable, with a special feeling.

Of course, taking off my girlfriend's bra on the grass, looking at Xiaomin's breasts in the natural light, touching her, and kissing her is also quite fun. It feels really good. So later we often went to the countryside. We chose caves in artificial hills; they were very secluded, and it didn't matter if we took off our pants. However, we couldn't get too absorbed in it; we had to listen to the sounds outside. If we noticed anyone, we had to cough a few times to let them hear us, indicating that we were inside. If we wanted more excitement, we would choose to do it during the day on a soccer field, on the lawn in a park, or on the roof of a school building, just covering ourselves with a piece of clothing. That's what it truly means to have the sky as a cover and the ground as a blanket; cuddling my girlfriend outdoors is really comfortable.

Gradually, we became bolder. From studying in the classroom at noon to watching videos in the video arcade at night, I would have Xiaomin put her smooth, delicate hands inside my underwear, stroking and pushing them incessantly, exciting, intoxicating, and driving me crazy until I ejaculated. Of course, after that, we always carried plenty of tissues. We no longer had to feel embarrassed about having so much on our hands.

Of course, just Xiaomin masturbating me, me kissing Xiaomin, and her touching my breasts couldn't quell our burning passion. The raging fire continued to burn, growing stronger and stronger. What is a raging fire? I think this is it.

As the final exams approached, the courses became increasingly demanding, the pressure mounting, and the number of people in the study rooms grew. For the two weeks leading up to the exams, the study rooms were always packed, every single day. Those seats near the corners or inner walls are practically reserved for lovers; you can't get them unless you go before dawn or bring your books the night before. Those sitting outside can't see you, and those inside generally don't look at others—it's a common campus habit. Even if you see something, you pretend not to; it's become a habit. I once heard a girl moaning from the corner behind me, but who would dare turn around and look? Just pretend you didn't hear it. If you can't stand it, just go outside and give them some time.

I'm a "bad" student who doesn't like studying, so of course I wouldn't get up before dawn to fight for seats in these situations. But being used to cramming for exams, I can't just not study. Without studying, I definitely won't pass the exam, and even if I do, it'll be by chance. So we chose to stay up all night. Of course, we weren't the only ones doing this; before final exams, the school would have designated all-night study rooms.

Before 11 PM, we'd buy snacks and water from the school supermarket and bring our jackets. Before 2:30 PM, that's our best time to study. During this time, we'll concentrate and try to complete our planned tasks as quickly as possible. After 2:30 PM, we're generally drowsy and can't concentrate on anything. We won't stay in those crowded and boring places anymore. Of course, the teaching building doors are locked at night and guarded by people, so we definitely can't go out. We can only wander around inside that building, trying to find a secluded spot, usually on the top floor stairs, so that if someone comes up, we can hear their footsteps. Then we can make a sound to tell Xiaomin that someone is coming up. If someone goes up before us, they'll definitely tell us in the same way, forcing us to look for another place.

No one will come down from up there, because that's the rooftop. This should be the best spot. Once we've claimed it, we'll congratulate ourselves on our good fortune, maybe with a kiss or a hug.

Then we'll take out the newspapers we've prepared and spread them out one by one. Holding my girlfriend's waist, I'll carefully help Xiaomin sit down slowly. Finally, I'll sit down comfortably, as if mission accomplished, and we can finally rest.

I usually sit to Xiaomin's right, because my right hand is stronger. I'll pull her into a full embrace, kiss her forehead, kiss her lips, and gently touch her breasts, making all her fatigue from the day seem to disappear instantly, and she'll drift off to a beautiful sleep. Often, Xiaomin will wake up in my arms at dawn, with one leg and one hand completely numb, almost without feeling. It usually takes about ten minutes to recover.

When Xiaomin first wakes up, she can't move because suddenly leaving me and the numbness in her hands and legs is unbearable. Usually, we open our eyes and chat for a while, asking if I slept well and if I was comfortable. Xiaomin will also ask if I'm tired and if I slept last night. Of course, I definitely didn't sleep, or at least not much. It's tiring for someone weighing several tens of kilograms to lie in my arms all night, otherwise, my legs and hands wouldn't be so numb. But as soon as Xiaomin asks, my heart warms up, and I forget all other feelings. After all, I'm sleeping in the arms of the girl I love, so it's all worth it. I always tell Xiaomin, "I'm not tired. You only weigh a few kilograms, and the floor supports so much of your weight." Of course, Xiaomin knows I'm tired, but she just wants to sleep in my arms. She says that only then can she sleep soundly and comfortably.

For several nights in a row, we were incredibly lucky to get a spot on that staircase. It must have been one night in mid-June, around 2 or 3 AM, that I was holding Xiaomin and gently stroking her, letting her drift off to sleep. She fell asleep without me noticing, but I was still stroking her. Perhaps I was too excited by my own fantasies, because my movements were a little too vigorous. For some reason, Xiaomin woke up a little while later, opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Qiang, I want you down there, I want it, can you help me?" That expectant look, that fiery gaze, that beautiful voice—it all made me almost breathless. My blood surged, and I was incredibly nervous. I lowered my head and kissed Xiaomin's forehead, saying, "Baby, shall I use my hand to help you?" "Huh?!

I want you to use your thing down there." To be honest, how could I, who was always a bit lustful, who deeply loved Xiaomin, who had long wanted to possess her, who had always fantasized about being with her, who always imagined having sex with her and reaching peak excitement every time she helped me masturbate, not want to? I just never dared to ask Xiaomin, after all, we weren't married yet, we were still students, and Xiaomin was a rather traditional girl. So even if I wanted it, I didn't dare ask her; even if I wanted it, I had to control myself. But at this moment, my feelings were completely different, because Xiaomin surprised me, she amazed me.

Instantly, my penis hardened, hard as steel. I couldn't wait to stand up, take off my shirt, and use it as a pillow for Xiaomin. I kissed Xiaomin's forehead and asked, "Baby, do you really want to?" "Yes!" I didn't care about anything else and just said, "Baby, sleep well, it'll be over soon."

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