A one-night stand with a 20-year-old online friend

First, let me clarify that this is a true story, not a fabrication. The location is Tianhe District, Guangzhou.

I met Lingling through a message in a bottle. It started when I was bored one night and threw a bottle into a local chat with the message
"Selling virgins" along with a silly smiley face. I was just venting my frustration about being a virgin, but
to my surprise, over a month later, someone replied with a smiley face – that was Lingling.

We chatted for a while. I was only trying to make friends, not really looking for a one-night stand
. Unexpectedly, she suddenly asked if I was really a virgin. I was, so I wasn't afraid to
say yes. She jokingly said she'd sell herself to me. I asked if she really wanted one, and she said she was kind of interested. So
we started talking about it. I said I was expensive, and she asked how much.

I asked how much she could afford.

She said I didn't have a job, and my allowance came from my dad. If I really wanted to buy something, I'd have to ask my dad, but not
too much. How could I possibly ask my dad for money to buy a virgin?

I was amused. During our conversation, I found out she was only twenty. I said, "You're so young! You're not thinking of trading your
virginity for mine, are you?"

Because I thought she might be a virgin herself, and was just curious about that kind of thing, which was why she wanted me! But she scoffed and
said she hadn't been a virgin since she was eighteen. She'd had three boyfriends, and lost her virginity to her first boyfriend. She
'd broken up with her third boyfriend over half a year ago, meaning she hadn't had sex in over six months. Recently, she'd been feeling particularly restless and
frustrated, feeling like she had unfulfilled desires.

I asked her why she'd think of having sex with a complete stranger. Her answer was very much in line with her age—she
was just very curious, and hadn't had sex in a long time. She liked sex, liked being held, and liked boys kissing her.

I asked her for photos. I felt that although I was a virgin, I wouldn't refuse a one-night stand. I've always wanted to
experience a one-night stand, but I wouldn't just pick any girl for that. She has to be
pleasing to the eye, so it doesn't leave a lasting negative impression.

She told me to look at her social media profile. I searched for a while and found some photos of her from over a year ago. She was indeed
a very young and cute girl. Thinking about it, I realized I was outdated. A girl had her first time at eighteen,
and I was twenty-four and still a virgin—a real failure!

To confirm if it was her in the photos, we video-chatted. I told her if we
clicked, we could arrange a time to meet.

She looked more mature in the video than in the photos, which made me feel less like I was harming a minor
.

Before she saw me, she asked what I looked like. I know I'm not exactly handsome, but I
'm at least presentable. I joked that I was ugly because she asked why I was
still a virgin at twenty-four and why I didn't have a girlfriend. I told her I was ugly, poor, and powerless, and no girl liked me!

She didn't believe me. After we video chatted, she said I was very good-looking, so it seemed we were both quite satisfied with each other.

We arranged to meet a few days later. Things went so smoothly that I became a little scared, afraid I'd encountered
a scammer. Although I'm just a poor working-class person with no money or looks, being scammed is still unpleasant
. With trepidation, I continued to get to know her. I learned she'd only been in the city for about six months, had no
friends, her father was an investor and quite wealthy, and she lived not far from me.

The next topic was discussing a location. Going to her place was definitely out of the question; her mother was a stay-at-home mom
. Going to a hotel would require an ID card, there was the risk of being checked, and the prices were quite high. I'd only recently graduated; my monthly salary wouldn't be enough for several hotel stays. I couldn't possibly skip meals and rent
just for a one-night stand ! So we arranged to meet at my rented apartment. I jokingly asked her if she wasn't afraid I was a scammer, and she said she really was afraid I had a bunch of guys waiting for her. I quickly clarified that I was just joking; how could I, a grown man, share a woman with other men? She probably thought I was honest enough and didn't press the matter further. The rest of the conversation was very relaxed. I asked her about her figure, and she said she wasn't very tall because the photos I saw of her were all half-body shots. She even bluntly told me her breasts weren't big either, but big enough to be grasped with one hand, and said she'd just tell me so I wouldn't be too embarrassed to ask. I could only laugh to cover my embarrassment. I asked her how many times she wanted to have sex, because I'd heard that virgins usually finish quickly. She said she wanted three times, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Honestly, I didn't know if I could give her three rounds on our first time. She playfully said, "I hope you're exhausted!" Enough of the small talk; the rest of the conversation was mostly like this, to ease the awkwardness and unfamiliarity between us! The appointed day arrived in the blink of an eye. I was nervous all day, shaking throughout work, and barely ate lunch —so unmanly! When she got off work, she came to the bus stop near my place. My company was nearby, so I went straight there. She called me when I was halfway there, asking if I'd arrived. I said I was almost there, just three more minutes . She called out on the phone, "Hurry up! I've been waiting for you for ages! Come on over, hehe..." At the bus stop, I quickly found her based on her description. She was wearing a blazer, shorts, revealing her fair legs, casual shoes, and black-rimmed glasses. She was looking around with her phone in hand—a fairly mature outfit. Since I don't really like those unconventional styles, when she asked me what I liked her to wear, I told her to dress more maturely. I don't know if that was too much to ask. She also asked if I liked girls wearing makeup. I said no, but she put on light makeup. Overall, my first impression was quite good. I took her hand and we walked back. Online, she'd asked me if I would hold her hand. I asked her in return if she liked me holding her hand; I didn't want to do something she didn't like. She said she did, and that she liked the person she slept with kissing her, asking if I would kiss her. I said, "If you like me, I'll kiss you; if you don't, I won't!" Walking back, we were both a little awkward. I could feel the sweat on her palms, but I didn't know...

It's just a matter of whether it's hers or mine!

We didn't talk much on the way, walking at a leisurely pace. I asked her if she wanted to eat first, and she said to go upstairs first
, and eat later if she got hungry. She said she had just eaten and had taken a shower before coming over, because I had told her that
there was no hot water in my room, so she should shower first to avoid having to take a cold shower.

When we arrived, I turned on the computer for her to play on, saying I was going to shower first. In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my head,
trying to calm myself down. Honestly,

I was too nervous, not very manly. But the cold autumn water felt too hot to me. I even brushed my teeth because I smoke, but I didn't
want her to smell my strong breath.

When I came out of the shower, she was sitting on my bed, completely still. I asked her why she wasn't playing on the computer, and she gave me a
reason that really blew my mind: she was afraid of cockroaches!

I was stunned. Anyone who's lived in a rented room in a Guangzhou urban village knows that rented rooms are prone to having
a lot of small cockroaches in the summer and autumn. I never expected her to be so terrified of a small cockroach, even though I'm a grown man. I had no choice but
to dry my hair first.

After sitting down, I put on some music. I usually like to listen to English songs, even though I don't understand the lyrics.
But music has no borders, as long as it sounds good.

I opened the bottle of water I bought on the way for her. I always thought girls liked to drink soda, but I didn't expect her to like
mineral water. I opened a bottle of beer for myself and took a few sips. I've heard that alcohol can give you courage, haha...

I sat down next to her. She sat with her back to me, hugging her knees. I gently put my arm around her shoulder, and I could feel
myself trembling. She obediently turned around.

I cupped her face in my hands and gently kissed her. It was my first kiss. The moment I touched her, I
experienced what people meant by a first kiss—my mind went completely blank. Slowly, I came to my senses and felt her
lips. Her tongue was so soft; she seemed quite experienced. Her tongue actively sought out mine
.

My hands unconsciously moved to her lower abdomen, then slowly caressed her breasts. Underneath her coat was a
thin white t-shirt, and I could feel the outline of her bra, even the lace detail.
Because my company sells bras, and I'm responsible for online work, requiring product photography, I'm
quite knowledgeable about women's breasts. Touching them, I estimated her breasts to be around a 75B, and her bra had lace detailing.

It was a long kiss. After leaving her lips, she hugged her knees and turned away.

My hands trembled as I tried to take off her coat. She straightened her back and helped me. When I took off her t-shirt, she
raised her hands above her head, and the clothes came off her body easily. To be honest, it was the first time I'd ever
seen and touched a girl in a bra in front of me. I could feel my throat getting dry
.

Her shorts were hard to take off; I fiddled with them for a while but couldn't get them off, so she had to take them off herself.
Now she was only wearing her underwear in front of me.

There's a saying, "Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run." I'd never done this with a girl before, but I'd watched
countless pornographic films.

I knew it wasn't a good time to undress her completely, and besides, I was starting to enjoy kissing. So
I turned her body around and kissed her again. She closed her eyes, accepting my kiss with blissful contentment. My hands were on
her chest, my thumbs stroking her bare skin. The lights in the room were long gone, and I didn't want
to leave them on, afraid of making everyone feel awkward. Only the dim light from the computer screen made it difficult to see her skin clearly,
but it looked quite white and definitely very smooth.

Another long, long kiss followed. My other hand reached for the back clasp of her bra. I knew this kind of
clothing inside and out; with a gentle pull, the bra came undone. I didn't remove it, leaving
it hanging on her body. I was almost impatient, and I touched her breasts. That feeling
felt like something out of a dream.

I realized that at that moment, it wasn't nervousness, but a very natural action, as natural as eating or drinking
. I gently stroked her breasts, a feeling that lingered. I kissed her neck and the back of her ear!
I'd read so much about it in magazines; they all said these areas were the most sensitive and easily aroused in girls, and it was a
natural action driving me to do this. I knew I shouldn't pounce on her like a hungry wolf.

My hand slowly moved down, touching her lower abdomen. Her lower abdomen was a little chubby, soft. She asked
if she was fat, since she had a belly. I said I preferred slightly chubby girls, and I liked that little tummy.
Moving further down, I touched a few mischievous pubic hairs peeking out.

My fingers didn't go inside her underwear, but touched her most intimate place through it. Her body involuntarily
trembled, and she let out a soft moan.

My brother was already ready, so I didn't do anything more. I simply took off her
panties, and she lay down on the bed, turning her back to me.

I wasn't in a hurry; instead, I took off my own clothes first, then closed the bedroom door and the balcony door.
Although the light in the room was dim, I was still worried about people outside seeing us, especially since she had told me during our conversation that
she would moan loudly during sex.

To be on the safe side, I decided to prepare properly. There were no curtains, so I used a bed
sheet as a temporary one, making the room even darker, although some light from outside had shone in earlier
.

Using the dim light, I lay down next to her. I put my arms around her shoulders and turned her over.
To my surprise, she rolled over and lay on top of me, even kissing my ear, which gave me a small surprise.

She was quite proactive in stroking me, and I couldn't help but stroke her back and her little buttocks. Her
breasts pressed against my chest, feeling so soft, so incredibly soft. Two small nipples rubbed against my skin, arousing my desire
. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, beginning to kiss her body, her nipples, her lower abdomen, my hands roaming freely over her skin. At that
moment, I felt my desire swell; I desperately needed to release that burning fire.

She seemed very sensitive; her body quickly began to writhe, and she started moaning,
whimpering softly. These sounds fueled my passion even more. Holding her two nipples in my mouth, I refused to let go. Her hands
scratched wildly at my back, hurting me a little, but I ignored it completely. My fingers touched her vulva, which was already gushing with moisture
. My middle finger groped for the entrance, searching for that mysterious opening.

Because of the abundant moisture, my middle finger easily found the entrance and began its exploration. She writhed
even more, gripped my hands tighter, and cried out louder. This gave me even more encouragement, and I continued
my exploration. The opening was hot and slippery, with many fleshy bumps and folds, and it was very tight, making me afraid.
How long could my penis last if it entered?

I was determined to find the end of the hole, but it was futile, so I changed tactics and
inserted my index finger as well. I'd heard that women have a certain spot, and if a man finds it, it can drive a woman to ecstasy.
My finger explored inside for a while, and suddenly she grabbed me hard, her body arching upwards. I knew I'd found
the right spot, so I launched my attack. But she quickly pushed me away and said, "Come in!"

Honestly, the excitement a man feels when he hears that is no less than someone who's discovered they've won the lottery
, especially a virgin!

I was about to get going when I realized I hadn't taken proper precautions. Luckily, when I helped my brother move before
, he said he'd given me
several condoms so I wouldn't be caught off guard in this situation someday, preventing me from having to back down.

I got up and found the condom, only to realize I didn't know how to use it. I knew from watching porn that it was definitely,
absolutely, and undeniably meant to be put on my penis, but I had no idea how. So I had to ask
someone experienced for help. She pouted and playfully said I was clumsy. She tried to tear the condom open, but couldn't manage it
, so she turned to me for help. After I tore it open for her, she held it and looked at it from all angles for a while. I guessed she
couldn't see clearly in poor lighting, so I used my phone to shine a light on it. She found the front and back, and was about to put it on the
head of my penis when I suddenly remembered—a grown man, was I really going to give her a condom for my first time? Thinking it over,
I told her, "I want to have some intimate contact first. I don't want to wear a condom inside. I'll go in for a bit,
then come out and put it on.

" She thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but don't get it inside." I said I wouldn't. She said, "Men only get a few thrusts the first time
, be careful!"

Speechless. Is it really true that virgins can only have a few thrusts? I didn't believe it. I mounted her, knelt before her, but couldn't find
the entrance. I had to ask her to help me find it so I could thrust in.

I thought her vagina was already so wet that it would be easy for me to get in, but I quickly realized I was wrong
. I kept trying to push it in, but it wouldn't go in. It got stuck halfway in, making my penis ache painfully.
I couldn't help but ask her, "Are you still a virgin? Why is it so hard to get in?"

She seemed anxious, her hands around my neck, her head turned, and she grunted, "No, come in quickly!" It seemed
she really needed it, so I pulled out a little and then pushed it in again. This time I found the method; my penis also
needed lubrication.

After a few thrusts, my penis was completely inside. The feeling inside was amazing. I suddenly felt like crying. This was nothing like masturbation. I had wasted the first twenty-four years of my life; I should have let my penis experience this feeling
sooner . I slowly thrust in and out, afraid that I might accidentally give up my virginity. The fleshy bumps and folds inside
the hole
stimulated my penis head, but there wasn't the intense sensation I'd imagined. Perhaps
it was related to the skill I'd developed from masturbating so much; it took me a minute to feel anything, so I quickly pulled out. I
was genuinely afraid of ending my first time so abruptly.

She put the condom on my penis with practiced ease, making me believe she was quite experienced.
After putting it on, she playfully patted my penis, saying it was done. The condom felt a little strange on my penis, but I didn't
pay much attention. I mounted her again, and with my first experience, this time I wet my penis a little before putting the condom on
.

The feeling was the same. After putting on the condom, my penis really didn't feel anything. Suddenly, I doubted whether this sensation
would be enough for me to ejaculate.

When watching porn, I saw how vigorously the men thrust, but I found my movements completely uncoordinated
, my thrusts very slow, and I felt completely powerless.

But it got better quickly. Amidst her increasingly loud moans, I slowly got used to the rhythm, my movements
became more practiced, and my penis began to feel something.

She was moaning so loudly that I worried the neighbors might hear. I had no choice but to whisper
to her to stop, but she wouldn't stop, moaning even louder. I had to kiss her to quiet her down,
so she would realize she was being too loud and lower her voice, but then she would
moan loudly again. After a few rounds of this, I had no choice but to let her moan.

After thrusting for a while, my knees were a little numb. I asked her softly what position she liked. She had
previously said online that she liked doggy style, saying it was deeper and more comfortable! But when I asked her again, she said anything was
fine, just hurry up.

There was no other way, so I picked her up, lay down, and let her masturbate for a while. She was clearly
not very skilled at this position, and a few times it hurt my penis quite a bit. I was really worried she might accidentally damage it.
She quickly said she was tired, so I had to make her kneel on the bed. I knelt behind her and used
the rear-entry position I learned from porn. This position definitely allowed for deep penetration; it felt like there was something hard blocking my penis at
the entrance. It hurt a little, but it was also very pleasurable—something I hadn't felt with the two women I'd met later.
I was holding her small, fleshy buttocks, and my thrusting was very precise. But I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate and had to stop
. She told me to hurry up, so I imitated one of my favorite positions from porn, putting my hands on her shoulders
and pulling her towards me. That way, the movement wasn't fast, but each thrust was very deep. She followed my movements...
With each thrust, she cried out.

Her moans were beautiful. Before, hearing women moan in porn didn't evoke any feelings in me; after watching
so much porn, I lost interest. But her moans energized me, making me thrust even harder. However,
the urge to ejaculate surged again, so I quickly stopped, leaned down to kiss her smooth back, and touched
her breasts. In this position, her breasts seemed especially large. After a few more thrusts, I quickly reached a strong
ejaculation. I had to switch back to the first position, having her lie down while I penetrated her.

Eight or nine minutes had passed. I was surprised I could last so long on my first time. Every
time I thrust quickly, she moaned loudly, her hands groping all over my body. I'm very sensitive to soreness, and when she touched my armpits,
I went limp. This happened several times; I always stopped just when she was at her most pleasured. She got upset, saying I was teasing her.
I asked her how much longer she needed to climax. She said she didn't know. I thrust vigorously for a while longer, but my penis had reached
its limit, so I had to stop. I didn't want to fail to satisfy her on our first time, so I asked her again if she had climaxed. She was moaning
so loudly, her hands groping and grabbing wildly; I thought she had. But she gave me a devastating answer
…

She said she didn't know what an climax was, and told me to hurry up and thrust! I had no choice but to thrust intermittently, waiting for her to climax.

Another three or four minutes passed, and then she suddenly said, "Hurry up, you can cum now, cum!"

I didn't hear her clearly at first, so I asked her what she said. She repeated, "Just come..." and then moaned again
. Hearing that, I knew she had come, so I started one last, intense thrusting session.
After a dozen or so thrusts, I finally finished my first time!

Afterward, she turned her back and lay motionless, so I went to the bathroom to clean up what was inside the condom. I quickly

washed up, came back, and lay down next to her, gently touching her breasts. I hugged her and whispered
, "Was that good?" She just hummed in response and didn't say anything more.

The English songs on the computer had already finished playing. I held her, and she rolled over and lay on top of me. Her hair
smelled so good, was so long and soft. I held her and dozed off for a while...

About half an hour later, when I was almost asleep, she whispered, "I want to watch TV!"

I got up and put on my underwear. The computer screen saver was on, and the screen went black. I turned it on, and she
said she wanted to watch some TV series—I can't remember the name. She watched it and commented on it, half-covered by the blanket,
lying on the bed watching. Her back was beautiful, with lovely curves!

I lit a cigarette and continued drinking my beer, listening to her commentary on the series. Suddenly, it felt like we weren't
meeting for the first time, but rather like a long-time, loving couple. We chatted casually.
She said she had no friends in Guangzhou, was bored every day, and could only play games on her phone. She didn't want to work and said
she wanted to wait until after the New Year to look for a job.

After a while, everyone lost interest in watching TV, so I climbed back into bed and hugged her, asking her
how I compared to her three previous boyfriends. Every man wants to know if he's better than others in this area, right? She thought
for a moment and said, "My first and second boyfriends weren't as good as me. My third boyfriend was better because he studied
sports, was over 1.8 meters tall, had a big penis, and could last a long time, but it always hurt me a lot. My first
two boyfriends were just average; sometimes they couldn't satisfy me.

" I asked her if she was satisfied just now, and she buried her head in my chest, giving a soft "hmm" in response. She added, "
Actually, your penis is quite big too; it's so hard it hurts a little. You said online that yours is small, you bad boy!" I then
asked her if she preferred a gentler or harder approach, and she said she liked the feeling of being penetrated forcefully.

I asked her again how much pressure I'd applied earlier, and she said it was just right, but not sustained enough. Every
time she was about to climax, I stopped. I had to tell her I was afraid of getting soreness. When she got excited, she touched my armpits, and I couldn't exert any more force
. She playfully said, "I'll tire you out, I'll tire you out..."

We chatted for another half hour or so. It had been more than an hour or two since our first time, and I felt my strength
had almost recovered. I started kissing and touching her again. She still enjoyed my teasing so much. This time, I
didn't do much foreplay. After I felt her opening was wet enough, I got a condom and had her put it on for me. While she was tearing
the condom, I held my penis and rubbed it against her opening until she didn't even have the strength to tear the condom anymore.

Just as she tore open the condom, I suddenly thrust inside. She gasped and immediately grabbed
me with both hands. I began a vigorous thrusting session. She was so comfortable she probably forgot I wasn't wearing a condom. If I hadn't been worried about
any residual semen from my first time, I would have stayed in longer before pulling out. It took her a while to recover after I pulled out. She
laughed and scolded me, "You bad boy, you're so naughty!"

I got up and made her put a condom on me, laughing as I asked, "So, do you like this bad boy?" She didn't look up,
focusing on putting the condom on me, and hummed in agreement, saying, "I'll tire you out, you bad boy." She giggled mischievously and lay down
, even opening her mouth wide in cooperation.

Practice makes perfect, and this time I found the entrance myself. But I deliberately asked her to help me find it. Just as
she was helping my penis find the entrance, I thrust in again, but I forgot the condom wasn't properly lubricated
, so it didn't work. She was startled and slapped me, saying, "You bad boy, are you trying to kill me?"

I chuckled and said, "Just trying to surprise you!" She snorted and turned away, not saying anything, followed by
moaning sounds…

This time, I found I couldn't feel anything no matter how I thrust. I wondered if it was because I had just ejaculated and my penis hadn't recovered yet
. I tried several positions without any feeling, while she was moaning enthusiastically.

After a while, I finally ran out of energy. It was almost ten o'clock, and I hadn't even had dinner yet.
Where was I going to get the energy for continuous battles? I had no choice but to lie down and let her do it on top for a while, but after a few strokes, she could
n't move anymore and collapsed onto me. I had to keep thrusting upwards from below, and we tried several different positions , but I
still didn't feel anything. She probably had several orgasms by now, because the second time we did it for almost half an hour,
but I just didn't have the urge to ejaculate, nor did I feel any pleasure. So I had to stop, hold her, and rest for a while.
...

About ten minutes later, I got up and continued my efforts. This time, I probably drank too much beer; my stomach was bloated,
and I only felt the urge to urinate, not to experience any pleasure. I had no choice but to go to the toilet to relieve myself comfortably. When I came back, I asked her
to put on another condom so I could continue. She giggled and said, "I told you to drink so much, you're wasting condoms!"

Another ten minutes or so of effort later, my penis was still erect and wouldn't ejaculate. After a while, she refused,
saying it hurt down there. I said, "Just a little longer, and I'll stop when I lose feeling."

After another ten minutes or so of struggle, I still couldn't feel anything, so I pulled out. Frustrated, I removed the condom
, went to the bathroom to shower, and came back. I hugged her and chatted. She was playing on her phone, but I was burning with desire. So I started
groping and kissing her. Suddenly, her phone rang, and she started talking to the other person. The other person probably asked what she was doing, because
she said, "Kid, I'm doing something important..."

I suddenly remembered some funny scenes in porn where women cheat on
their partners while talking on the phone. I wanted to see if she could be as calm as those women. While she was chatting happily,
I suddenly bit her nipple with a little force. She didn't notice and
involuntarily cried out, quickly hitting me on the phone. Maybe afraid I'd do something else, she hurriedly
hung up. Then, feigning anger, she said, "You bad guy, you almost killed me! The other person was
me..." A male friend of mine said, "If he finds out I'm messing around outside, what will I do in front of my friends?"

I chuckled and said, "You're done having fun, but my little brother still won't give in. What are you going to do? You said you wanted
three times, but you couldn't even finish after two times. How can you want three?"

Because we were covered by the blanket, she touched my penis with her hand and found that it was still erect. She then
started masturbating me. I never imagined that the feeling of a girl masturbating a boy
was so different from a boy masturbating on his own. Her touch felt really good, but she clearly didn't have much experience and
couldn't provide sustained stimulation. After a while, seeing that I still didn't respond, she crawled under the covers. At first, I
didn't know what she wanted to do, thinking she just wanted to change to a more comfortable position. But soon I felt my penis
enter a warm place, a place that felt like her vagina, but clearly there was a tongue
moving inside. She was giving me oral sex! Oh my god!

No wonder men in porn like women to give them oral sex; oral sex is more comfortable than penetration! Men
can enjoy such intense stimulation without exerting effort; even steel would become soft as silk.

Sure enough, my brother got aroused soon after. I told her, "Hurry, hurry, it's coming!" I was
touching her breasts at the same time. To be honest, her breasts weren't big, but they felt amazing, very comfortable. Her skin
was smooth, and her small nipples were cute and slightly upturned, making her breasts very sexy. They were already erect
.

Just as I was wondering how she was going to deal with my soon-to-ejaculate semen, my brother, uncooperatively,
ejaculated first. I felt her mouth not leave my penis; all my semen shot into her mouth.
She carefully received each ejaculation, not letting a single drop spill.
While I was still fantasizing about seeing a beautiful woman swallowing my semen, she got up and ran to the bathroom to spit it out. When she

came back, I said, "I heard that stuff is good for beauty, you just wasted it?"

She pretended to be angry and said, "Beauty my foot, you big bad guy! Feeling better now?"

I quickly said, "Okay, okay," hugged her, and kissed her. Her anger immediately turned to joy.

A moment later, while I was still enjoying the feeling of having a beautiful woman in my arms, her phone rang again. She glanced at her phone
and quickly said, "Don't mess around this time, it's my mom."

Hearing that, I didn't dare to do anything naughty again. What if her mother found out her daughter was in my arms? I'd be chased
down the street! She chatted with her mother for a while, and I gently touched her breasts. I realized I was starting to like
them…

After the call, she said she had to go home at midnight. I looked at the time; it was already 11:30. The thought of our impending separation suddenly made me feel a little sad. Was this how I was going to say goodbye
to my first woman ? I asked her if we would have a second chance. She said it depended on the situation; she'd come over when she had time. She asked if I would remember her. I said I wouldn't forget her because she was my first woman, and I would remember her for the rest of my life . If I didn't adhere to the belief that one-night stands aren't love, I might have actually fallen for her! She smiled slightly and said, "You don't seem like a first time to me. You know a lot about this kind of thing!" She said it was good that she remembered, that she would remember me too, that she would remember the wonderful night I gave her, and that she would remember me, this big bad guy… Time flew by and it was already midnight. She had to get up and get dressed. While she was getting dressed, I took out my phone and snapped a picture of her beautiful back. As we were leaving, I said, “Let’s kiss goodbye.” She stood on tiptoe, our lips lingering for a long time. I held her hand all the way to the bus stop. We no longer felt awkward holding hands; instead, we felt like a couple about to part, reluctant to say goodbye! There were no more buses at the station, so I hailed a taxi for her and paid the driver , because I knew how much it would cost to get to her place! When we got back, I realized I had left her glasses with me. I quickly called her and told her she had left them behind. She said it was okay, that she wore glasses just to make herself look cuter, not that she was actually nearsighted. Maybe it was fate that made her need to come back again. It seems our story will continue ! Several times afterward, I asked her if she had time to come over, but each time she had one thing on her mind and couldn't. She never came again, but we stayed in touch. She said she would treat me like a brother, that she liked me as a brother she could be affectionate with, throw tantrums with, confide in, and even give her orgasms. How could I not want a sister like that! Then later, she said she had a boyfriend and might not have a chance to come over anymore…

This became an unforgettable first experience for me, so while the memory is still fresh, I wrote down all the details
. Several years have passed since then, and I've dated one or two other women since, but I can never recapture that
feeling she gave me!

[The End]

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