That year, I was eighteen years old, a senior in high school.

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That year, I was eighteen, a senior in high school.

Before the arrival of the dreaded July, everyone was filled with anxiety. All the hopes, disappointments, fears, and despair in our hearts probably sprouted at this time, and my story with her happened at this inopportune moment…

Becoming deskmates with such a beautiful girl, I don't know if it was a blessing or a curse; even now, I still can't find the answer. Perhaps it's because of my lack of understanding that I can never forget her.

Her name was Xiaoling. Her beauty was melancholic, perhaps because of family misfortune, perhaps because of a bleak future, perhaps because of a yearning for love. Especially those eternally deep eyes, which completely captivated my heart. From then on, I began to care about her, care about every little thing about her, care about her every smile and frown, hoping to bring a ray of sunshine into her world. Gradually, she also felt my thoughtfulness and enthusiasm, and felt her own joy and excitement. Because of my excellent grades, privileged family background, and wide social circle, I actively tried to save her a lot of unnecessary trouble in many ways. Although I sacrificed a lot of time and money for this, whenever I saw the smile on her face, I felt it was all worth it. I don't know if it was out of pity, friendship, love, or lust?

As the saying goes, familiarity breeds affection. Gradually, our world was filled with tenderness...

It was a rainy day, and the rain showed no sign of stopping. Since her home was far away, and neither of us had brought rain gear, after hesitating for a long time, I finally suggested, "Let's go to my place!" She hesitated for a moment, but nodded anyway.

Because my parents were both leaders and very busy with work, and I was an only child, I lived alone in my 100-square-meter apartment. We ate lunch together, and almost simultaneously asked, "What should we do next?" If it were now, I would say, "Of course, let's do something else." But back then, we were as innocent as blank sheets of paper; we simply sat down and chatted. The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and our voices grew softer. Naturally, we sat closer and closer. I wrapped my arms around her waist; it was slender and soft. She trembled slightly but didn't pull away. Our skin rubbed against each other through just two layers of clothing, and the reactions of both men and women were spontaneous, seemingly unrelated to experience or education. Suddenly, I hugged her tightly and clumsily kissed her. Her lips were so hot! Her breathing was so rapid! She kissed me back, our tongues intertwining in our mouths, and she let out seductive "woo-woo" sounds. My hands involuntarily climbed up her breasts and slowly (I wanted to be quick) unbuttoned her few remaining buttons. She instinctively resisted, but finally gave in.

Her upper body was now naked, her developing breasts displayed before me. Oh my god… I almost fainted, but I couldn't. I began to suckle her pink, erect nipples. My blood rushed down, and my jeans could no longer control my penis. My hand suddenly rushed towards her mysterious valley. Wow! So wet! Her whole body convulsed, her already flushed face turned even redder, and her panting seemed to turn into moans. Just as I reached to undo her belt, she stopped me, saying, "No! We shouldn't do this!" Though disappointed, reason prevailed over desire, and I stopped. We kissed for a while longer, then fell asleep in each other's arms.

From then on, we dated frequently—in the morning square, by the river in the afternoon, in the woods at dusk, in the movie theater at midnight… everywhere our footprints and scents remained. The pressure of the college entrance exam seemed to have vanished; only romance remained!

What was meant to happen would happen, and what wasn't meant to happen would also happen!

It was the last winter of high school.

We dated as usual, but because of the cold, we didn't go out and stayed home listening to music. As we listened, we became intimate again, as usual. Kissing, caressing—we were no longer as clumsy and inexperienced as before. We explored every sensitive spot on each other's bodies with our tongues: earlobes, necks, nipples, lower abdomens, ankles, knees, and inner thighs. In the blink of an eye, our breaths and moans drowned out the music. Our desire surged to unprecedented heights. I was completely naked, my disproportionately large penis throbbing.
She offered me her delicate hands and cherry lips, but only her upper body as a reward. After a long while, I thrust into her again, telling her not to be afraid, that I would always be good to her. She initially tried to refuse, perhaps blinded by primal desire, or perhaps my excellence made her willingly give herself to me. Suddenly, she said, "Why not?" and unbuckled her belt. This unexpected scene left me bewildered. In a moment, that perfect young woman's body was completely exposed before me, like a pear blossom glistening with dew, moist as if about to drip water, or like a ripe pomegranate, its small mouth open, seemingly exhaling heat.
I was breathless…

even breathlessness couldn't stop the rising desire, nor could it stop my subsequent actions.

I began to suckle her tender yet firm clitoris. Without the music to mask it, her gasps and moans grew louder and louder; without the obstruction of her underwear, her flowing juices surged in waves. My penis swelled to its limit. She looked even more terrified yet more eager. My lips began to slide upwards, leaving that most beautiful place for my penis to discover. But, being clueless, I had no idea how to find that mysterious place. Only with the guidance of her hands did I finally break through that small barrier and possess her! "Ah…" That complex cry seemed to stop time. Her narrow vagina couldn't possibly contain my entire penis. The expression of pain and pleasure on her face only further stimulated my possessive and conquering desires as a man.
"Don't be afraid, it always hurts a little the first time…" I comforted her, and also comforted myself. After a few minutes, relying solely on the experience gained from pornographic DVDs, I began to thrust. Her pained expression gradually faded, replaced by waves of moans of pleasure. After only twenty or thirty thrusts, I felt a rush of urge to urinate from my lower abdomen to my brain; I knew I had ejaculated. (Later, I learned that a man's first time is rarely very successful.) As my penis slowly slid out of her red, pomegranate-like opening, I saw streaks of blood and her tearful eyes. I comforted her, saying I would never leave her (at the time, I truly meant it).

After many sweet words and vows, her heart quickly calmed down, but my body stirred again. We embraced tightly once more, rolling onto my soft bed…

This time, I didn't rush to penetrate her, but instead gave her ample caresses. My lips, tongue, and hands roamed over all her sensitive spots. Until she was panting and moaning again… A dozen minutes later, her juices surged uncontrollably, and I could no longer restrain myself. With a "plop," my erect penis plunged into her tender flesh once more. Like on the screen, we changed positions several times. Her panting turned into spasms, her moans into cries, her flow into ejaculation.

"Ah...ah...no...stop...ah...um...faster...I can't take it anymore...ah...ahhh..."

After about two hundred thrusts, she finally reached her climax. Her arms tightly hugged my waist, her hips contracting in waves. Under this intense stimulation, I couldn't help but ejaculate inside her.
Then, we kissed and waited for the panting to subside.

The entire intercourse lasted about twenty minutes. For a long time, I thought that time was perfect, until I was about to graduate from university and met another woman, only to realize that it was nothing compared to that. Perhaps it was the continuous maturation of my physiology and mind, as well as my relentless fitness and love for football, that caused my "huge" change today!

However, at that time, I still deeply loved her, and from then on began a period of unbearable days.
Young people, just beginning to understand the ways of the world, how could they possibly control themselves? Besides, I wasn't a gentleman, and she wasn't a virtuous woman. So, from then on, we began to make love wildly. We were rarely seen in class anymore. My mother, a doctor, and my father, who was having an affair, had made her sexually precocious, and I learned a lot from her, which laid the foundation for my later life. But our grades and health also plummeted. Yet we couldn't resist that intoxicating temptation; all we could do was escape and pray…
There are no miracles in this world, and the joy finally came to an end. In that summer when even the cicadas were too lazy to chirp, we dragged our weary bodies out of the examination hall of fate. With my past accumulation and innate intelligence, I actually got into a good medical university, but she failed.

That summer, we spent it in tears of parting and a final climax. But the wheels of time can never be stopped… On the night before boarding the train, after catching her breath, she quietly nestled in my arms, silently shedding tears. I stroked her satin-like skin and her dove-like chest, a surge of pride rising within me. I promised her, "I'll wait for you!" (If I had to put a time limit on it, I'd say "ten thousand years!")
And so, she once again yielded to my promise, once again surrendering to my thrusts.

[The End]

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