My first time was given to...

The female teacher had been there for many years. In middle school, I was a good student; besides studying, my hobby was sports. In my time, boys and girls were relatively separated, and we rarely interacted, so there was no question of puppy love.
My middle school was a provincial key high school, full of high achievers. I wasn't particularly gifted, so I was always a bit insecure. I worked very hard to get into a top university in Shanghai. Perhaps because my middle school was so good, even students like me, who weren't considered top performers, were able to get into prestigious universities. Once at university, I found that everyone's level was about the same, and I finally regained my confidence.
Our homeroom teacher seemed to appreciate tall, handsome boys, so he chose me to be his class, even though my grades weren't the best in the class. Being a good student, confident, handsome, athletic, and outgoing made me an instant model student in the eyes of teachers and a leader in the eyes of classmates. After military training, our counselor went abroad, and a female counselor was transferred from another department—a recent music graduate.
The new counselor was very active and liked to hang out with us.
In those days, eight students shared a dormitory, and playing cards was only allowed on weekends. As for playing mahjong, anyone caught doing it would be punished immediately. Lights out was at 11 pm. Our counselor's dorm was our go-to spot for gatherings. To be honest, she was average-looking, maybe above average, petite. I learned that her boyfriend was a PhD student at a university in Hangzhou, and they met every month. I'd seen a picture of him; he was a bookworm.
Before I knew it, it was National Day. Our school holds a sports meet every National Day, mainly to prevent students from sneaking home or going elsewhere. I definitely couldn't participate in the sports meet. I actually like sports, but I'm usually not good enough for individual events, mainly because there are so many special admissions students at the school; I have no chance against them. But I was the class monitor and a freshman, so I had to set an example by doing logistical work. I
couldn't participate, but I still played basketball. I could usually find time to play for 2-3 hours every afternoon, which was great. She was the same; she was the busiest during the sports meet, needing help. Often, when there weren't enough people, she would come to the court to find me, and that's how things started to get interesting. That day, I played against some skilled players, all tall and strong, with incredibly accurate shots. A few of us from my class often played together, so our teamwork was pretty good, which was how we managed to keep up with them. During one play, to defend, I ran from the frontcourt to the backcourt, jumped, blocked a shot, and landed—oops!
I stepped on their foot, twisted my ankle badly, and it swelled up instantly. I sat down on the ground, unable to move. My teammates helped me to the sidelines. At that time, I wasn't very self-aware and didn't think much of it, so I just sat there waiting for their game to end.
She happened to be looking for me and ran to our court. Seeing how swollen my ankle was, she immediately told me to come back to her dorm to get some medicine. She helped me limp to her dorm, and she got ice from the fridge to soothe the pain. That's when I realized how much it really hurt.
While treating it, she kept nagging that I was so careless and might have been crippled.
I laughed and told her she was overthinking it; sports injuries are very common.
Suddenly, I noticed she blushed. I was puzzled, but following her gaze, I realized my basketball shorts were too big. With one leg crossed, she could easily see my penis tucked under the shorts. I blushed too, pulling my leg back and accidentally hitting my injury, making me wince.
I said, "You little devil, still so shy?" I put my foot on her leg and wrapped it with an ice pack in a towel.
After this little incident, the atmosphere between us became awkward. I'd never really looked at her closely before, but seeing her up close today, I found her quite attractive.
Although she wasn't tall and her looks were above average, she had a great presence. Unfortunately, her chest wasn't very large; she was a bit flat-chested. I think what was most attractive about her was her lively personality.
After I finished with my foot, she went downstairs to the cafeteria to buy food. Feeling smelly and worried about bothering her, I went to the bathroom to shower. After showering, I suddenly remembered that I was in her dorm and didn't have any clean clothes. Just then, she returned.
"Do you have any men's clothes?" I mustered up my courage and asked her from inside. "Oh no, you're taking a shower here!" she scolded me from outside the door. "Why would I have men's clothes here? Figure it out yourself."
"Then, do you have any bigger clothes? Or a bathrobe?" "How could you possibly fit into my clothes? They'd tear in no time." "Then I'll just have to come out naked." I mustered up my courage and teased her a little. "Then you can come out naked then," I retorted.
I looked around the bathroom and found an answer. I washed my basketball jersey, put it in the washing machine, and set it to spin dry. Ten minutes later, my jersey was basically dry. Thank goodness! I got dressed and hopped out. She
had already prepared the food and put it on the table. Seeing me dressed and ready, she laughed at me, "You're pretty clever, you even came up with this idea." "Then wouldn't that be letting you off easy?" This time it was my turn to retort.
"Let me off easy what? You have no manners!" she scolded me instead.
I didn't dare say anything more. At that time, I was still quite afraid of teachers. She saw that I was a little embarrassed. "I was just joking with you. Come and eat." To be honest, I was really hungry. I took the food and wolfed it down. She ate while watching me and told me to "eat slowly." (Later, she told me that the first thing that impressed her was how I ate. I wolfed it down, which was very manly. Her boyfriend ate slowly, even more fussy than a woman.) I devoured the food she had given me in no time. "Are you full?"
"To be honest, I'm not full." "I haven't touched this food. I'll give it to you. Looking at the way you eat, you look like a starving ghost reincarnated." "Why don't you give me the rest after you're full?" (I could share a bowl with her. Drooling.) "I can't eat it all just looking at you. You can have it all. It's good for losing weight." "With your weight, you still want to lose weight? If you lose any more weight, you'll become a skeleton." I said as I took her bowl and finished it off without any politeness.
"Do you want more? I'll get you another serving." "I'm only about 70% full. Never mind, there's nothing good left in the cafeteria at this time. I'll just go back to the dorm." Thinking about it, actually doing it was still a bit... well (I'm such a scaredy-cat!).
"How's your foot injury?"
"Then let me help you back." "It's okay, I'll just hop and hop back." "Alright, if you hop and hop, you might hurt your other leg too, then we can use a stretcher." I smiled and accepted her help.
To be honest, it was quite strenuous for her to help me because she's rather short. I'm about 180cm tall and weigh only 70kg, but it was still a lot of work for her.
Because I was worried about tiring her out, I had to put all my effort into my injured leg, landing little by little, which was very painful.
It was quite a distance from her dorm to mine, so to get there faster, we chose a small path with a few steps.
When I was going down the steps, my leg hurt, and I almost fell. She quickly caught me, and that's when I realized that although she looked petite, she actually had a rather full bust.
At that moment, it felt like all the blood rushed to my head, and I felt a "buzz" all over. I hugged her tightly and kissed her.
(Strangely, she didn't struggle at all.) Students back then weren't as knowledgeable as students are now; many lost their virginity at fifteen or sixteen. Back then, there were countless boys in college who hadn't even held a girl's hand.
To be honest, I acted purely on impulse. Besides hugging and kissing her passionately, I didn't know what else to do (in that kind of place, what else could I do?). A long, long time passed (it felt like it wasn't that long), then I heard footsteps. I quickly let go of her. The campus is always like that; there's no truly secluded or undisturbed place, especially not on the road.
Passing students interrupted our intimacy, ending my first kiss. We stood there like two fools, completely lost. Even after other students walked past, I still didn't have the courage to look her in the eye.
"Let's go," she said, taking my arm and gesturing for us to continue. My face was flushed (I think it was really red, because my cheeks were hot and burning) as I continued to move towards the dormitory. We walked
in silence. When we were almost at the dormitory, some classmates passed by and helped me back.
The innocent days of youth, the beautiful university life. For me, what happened that day influenced my entire life. Actually, if we think about it carefully, many small things in life can change our destiny.
That night, I was excited and thrilled.
I had a dream, a wet dream, and then… I had a nocturnal emission.
The following days were filled with anticipation, but due to my foot injury, I was almost unable to move. Before I knew it, National Day was over, and the sports meet was finished. It was the weekend, and although my foot injury hadn't fully healed, I could barely walk. I immediately went to her dormitory to find her, but she wasn't there. Back in my dorm, I was restless and decided to wait for her.
The next few days were filled with anticipation, but due to my foot injury, I was almost immobile. Before I knew it, National Day was over, and the sports meet was finished. It was the weekend, and although my foot injury hadn't fully healed, I could barely walk. I immediately went to her dorm to look for her, but she wasn't there. Back in my dorm, I was restless again.
I went downstairs to the duty room and dialed again (back then, each building in our school only had one phone; you'd often hear calls like "210 so-and-so's phone number," and as for cell phones, what were those? I'd never heard of them). She was a teacher, so she had a phone in her dorm.
Holding the receiver, my palms sweated with nervousness.
The "beep...beep..." came through, and I often hallucinated that she answered, unconsciously saying "hello." Finally, I gave up.
I slowly walked to the opposite side of her dorm, found a place to sit, and thought that since I had class the next day, she would definitely come back.
Waiting was agonizing, and aimless waiting was even more unbearable. It gradually got dark. Luckily, the teachers' dorm was in a relatively remote building in the school; otherwise, other students would definitely have seen me.
It was 7 or 8 o'clock. Although I hadn't eaten dinner, I didn't feel hungry at all. I imagined her expression when she saw me—happy? Heartbroken? Or something else?
I was hoping something would happen. My heart was pounding (that's a pretty good description; my writing skills aren't great, so please bear with me). When I was little, I loved Chinese New Year the most because I could wear new clothes and eat lots of meat and fish (unlike now, it feels like New Year's every day). The best part was getting lucky money.
The amount of lucky money varied depending on how close or distant the family was.
It's incomparable to now; the biggest lucky money we ever received back then was 10 yuan.
That year, one of my uncles came to our house from out of town for Chinese New Year, and I thought I'd get another big red envelope this year, at least 5 yuan.
On New Year's Day, I got up early, dressed in my new clothes, and visited each of my elders to offer New Year's greetings and receive their lucky money (including from my great-uncle). Then, I eagerly went to a quiet corner to open each red envelope. Opening my great-uncle's envelope, I saw only 50 cents (my eyes lit up). The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. In the distance, I saw a girl walking towards me arm in arm with a man. My chest felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer. I knew it was her, it had to be her.
They walked along, chatting and laughing. It was her clueless PhD boyfriend. She saw me, paused for a moment
, and then went into her dorm room with her boyfriend. She sat in the same position, watching her dorm light come on and the TV turn on. Only then did I come to my senses. I looked at her dorm light and thought, I should leave. My undeveloped first love and sweet first kiss were gone.
Life is like a play, and a play is like life. Life has really played a cruel joke on me.
My memory was blank. I returned to the dorm, where my roommates were playing cards. For the first time, I didn't join.
Instead, I climbed onto my bed (I slept on the top bunk) and stared blankly at the ceiling. I lay there, lost in thought, until I drifted off to sleep. I dreamt I was falling into an endless abyss, endlessly spinning and spinning inside! My heart ached terribly; I wanted to scream but couldn't, wanted to cry but no tears came!
"Slap! Slap!"
Two loud slaps and a sharp pain jolted me awake.
"You're going to be late! Get up now!"
The dorm's leader—Big Head—woke me with his usual brutal method.
"You had a wet dream, didn't you? Talking in your sleep all night?"
"Get lost!" I retorted, my mood sour.
"It's Professor Lin's class this morning. Can't you skip it? You're the class monitor!"
Honestly, I've never missed Professor Lin's class, but seeing her with that PhD student with his glasses yesterday still hurt me deeply! "No! Big Head, I'm not feeling well today, could you please ask for leave for me?"
"What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Hearing my call, all my roommates gathered around. Their brotherhood brought tears to my eyes. I said, "It's nothing, just a little tired, I'll be fine after half a day's rest!"
"Then get some sleep, we'll bring you lunch!" "
Finally, it was quiet. I lay alone on the bed, feeling like a stone was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I swallowed hard, and tears welled up in my eyes. I vowed never to attend Ms. Lin's class again, never to be class monitor again, and never to organize group activities again. In my childish way, I came up with every possible way to get revenge.
When I woke up at 10 o'clock, I couldn't sleep anymore. I got up, splashed cold water on my face, threw on a jacket, and ran to the biggest arcade near the school gate. I played 'Street Fighter' and 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' twice in one go, and then I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I felt much better!
It was almost time for dinner, so I rushed back to the dormitory. As soon as I entered, Da Tou yelled at me, 'Weren't you sick? You're better now?'
I ignored him and just poured myself a full glass of water and gulped it down.
'Ms. Lin wants you to go to her place after class this afternoon.'"
Hearing Da Tou's words, I almost choked. "What does she want from me?!"
"How should I know? Anyway, you go to her place often, you'll find out when you get there." This
afternoon was the most difficult afternoon I'd ever had. To go or not to go, it was life or death. I struggled with this for four whole hours, not listening to a word the teacher said.
Finally, class ended, my mind blank, but my feet were involuntarily leading me to Teacher Lin's dormitory!
As I approached the door, I grew increasingly nervous, my heart pounding wildly. It took me a long time to muster the courage to knock. "Come in,"
a clear voice called out. I pushed the door open and went in. Teacher Lin was wearing a white dress today. Although she was rather petite, her skin was fair, and combined with her natural musical bearing, she still made my heart flutter. "Teacher, is there something you need?"
"Why didn't you come to class today? Are you sick? Is it serious?"
"No, I'm not sick, just feeling a little unwell. I'm better now!"
Looking into Lin's clear eyes, I was at a loss for words.
"It's good you're not sick, you're just in a bad mood!"
I looked up and saw a faint smile playing on Lin's beautiful, snow-white lips, and my face immediately turned bright red.
"Teacher Lin, the department head wants to see you."
Just then, someone called Lin's name loudly from downstairs. "Okay, coming."
"Wait here for me a moment, I'll be right back."
She hurried away, leaving me standing there like a fool.
This was the first time I'd looked so closely at Lin's room. It was a single room with a bathroom. The bathroom door wasn't closed properly, and several pieces of underwear were drying inside—clearly Lin's. Seeing those thin, pink panties made my mouth go dry.
I sat there dumbfounded until after 7 o'clock when Lin finally returned. "There's a big inspection tomorrow, so annoying!"
she complained as soon as she entered. She seemed a little out of breath, perhaps from walking too fast, with beads of sweat on her nose and rosy cheeks, making her incredibly beautiful. My heart skipped a beat, and my lower body involuntarily stirred.
"You're still here? I thought you left. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It's alright, I'm fine anyway."
"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
She went into the restroom, and I heard the heavy slam of the door, but immediately a very provocative, soft moan reached my ears. My heart pounded even harder, I felt like I was being branded on a hot iron plate, and my crotch involuntarily twitched.
After a while, she emerged, her face flushed. By this time, I was getting a little bolder, so I looked at her and laughed, "The soundproofing in the dorm doesn't seem very good!"
Her face turned even redder, and she immediately said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense."
Seeing my extremely embarrassed look, she immediately softened her voice and said, "It's too hot. Could you please take my sleeping mat down for me? I'll treat you to dinner later."
"Okay, where should I put it?"
"On top of the wardrobe."
The wardrobe was too high, and I couldn't reach it even after several attempts. I went out to the doorman's room on the first floor and borrowed a small stool, placing it on one of the chairs that was in her dorm. I said to her, "Hold it steady for me."
I stood on the wobbly stool. "It's over there?"
I turned around and asked her. From the angle above, I could see her entire chest clearly—snow-white breasts, a shallow cleavage. Although they weren't very large, I could tell they were very firm. I couldn't help but stare, my eyes widening.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep (it seems I'm just naturally carefree; how could I fall asleep like this?). In my dream, I was washing my hands by the river when suddenly a hand reached out from the water to pull me in. I struggled desperately, then woke up. Damn it, sure enough, someone was pulling me.
"Damn it, sleeping so early? You country bumpkin's phone call!" It was a classmate from Harbin who said this. I
groggily got up. "What time is it? Who called?"
"Almost eleven. Is it another girl asking you for help, haha?" (I don't know why, but whenever the girls in my class have trouble, they think of me. Last time, a girl called me in the middle of the night, asking me to meet her at the school gate. I got ready, dressed neatly, and rushed over excitedly, only to find out that the girl had brought a lot of things home and couldn't carry them all, so she asked me to help her carry them to her dorm.?) I lazily got out of bed, put on a jacket (it was still quite chilly in Shanghai in October), went downstairs, and picked up the phone.
"Come to my dorm now," she said, her voice leaving no room for negotiation.
"Ah!" I wasn't fully awake yet. "Didn't you hear me? I told you to come over now!" It was her, it really was her. "Okay, okay, I'm coming right away." I hung up and ran towards her dorm
. I'd barely taken my first step when my foot started to hurt; it wasn't fully healed yet! I didn't care anymore, I didn't care about anything else, and limped all the way to her dorm.
When I got to her dorm door, I was a little scared. Would her boyfriend still be there? Had she told him I kissed her, and he was going to come after me?
Whatever, I'd go for it. I looked around; no one saw me. I knocked very, very lightly on the door.
I heard her footsteps, and the door opened. She stood there with a serious expression.
"Come in. What are you standing there like an idiot for? Do you want someone to see you?"
"Okay," I obediently went inside. It was just the two of us in the room, and my heart pounded.
When it was truly just the two of us, I felt a little awkward. Standing in the middle of the dorm room, I really felt like a student waiting to be scolded.
"I didn't realize you were so bold that day, but now you're acting like a timid little wife." "Oh, then tell me what you did wrong." "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Were you waiting outside my door all afternoon?"
"I made some pork rib soup in a clay pot, have some, want some instant noodles?" As we ate the noodles, the atmosphere gradually returned to normal, at least I dared to look her in the eye.
"What are you looking at?"
"Looking at you, you're very pretty." I mustered my courage (it seems the noodles I ate have turned into strength). "I like you." She sighed softly. "I have a boyfriend, he's very good to me." "I'll be even better to you." "You're still a child, this is just a momentary impulse, you'll regret it later." "I won't, absolutely not." I grabbed her hand, holding it tightly, as if to pledge my loyalty to my chest.
"Can you tell me about my past?"
It seemed she had mustered a lot of courage.
I think every woman is full of longing for love when she's still a girl, and I'm no exception.
I was born in a small alleyway in Shanghai. My family of four lived in a tiny 11-square-meter room. The kitchen was shared by six households, and it was a five-minute walk to the toilet.
Both my parents were teachers, and my younger brother was three years younger than me. It was a typical Shanghai family. My parents gave me all the love they could, and I think my childhood was very happy. Since
there were only boys in the family, many neighbors jokingly suggested I become their daughter-in-law when I was very young. They didn't know that I already had my own Prince Charming in my heart—Bo, one of my father's students.
Bo's father and my father were old classmates. Bo was a year older than me. When I was ten, Bo and his father came to visit one day. Bo called me aside and pulled a bag of foreign chocolates from his pocket. It turned out his relatives from Hong Kong had brought it for him. His father saw it and said to my father, "No wonder he was in such a hurry to come to your house today; he's here to show off his treasure!"
A bag of chocolates won over a girl's budding first love.
Naturally, we started dating in high school. Like many couples in their first love, he constantly asked to have sex with me, and I constantly refused. Besides sex, we did everything intimate between a man and a woman.
Sometimes I thought, "Forget it, I'll just give it to him; he's the one I love most." But from the moment I started dating, my mother repeatedly told me that I should never sleep with someone before marriage, because the girl would always get hurt. At that time, reason prevailed, so I persisted.
Later, he was admitted to Wuhan University, and all his emotions poured into his writing. I wrote him a letter almost every two days, and so did he.
He came back during his first winter break, and a semester of college life had made him even more handsome. Being with him made me feel like an ugly duckling—women can be lustful too,
you know? From a handsome perspective, you and he are a lot alike.
We spent the whole winter break together, and things remained the same; we were very close, but ultimately, we didn't cross the line. "
It really takes some courage to continue. Will you have a drink with me?" I'd never seen her drink before, so I was genuinely surprised.
She took a bottle of old wine from the cabinet, and I went to the balcony to wash two glasses (it was a single room in the teachers' dormitory, with a bathroom and a balcony). She poured me a glass. "Come on, you're a handsome and kind young man, let's have a drink." At this point, I was completely dumbfounded, in a state of severe mental retardation, and just blankly picked up the glass and drank it down in one gulp.
"Silly boy, you'll get drunk drinking red wine like that," she said, reaching out and gently touching my cheek. "You really are quite handsome; no wonder girls come to me saying they have a crush on you." After saying that, she took out a pack of cigarettes from a drawer, lit one, and took a deep drag. "You're the first person to have ever seen me smoke." This time, I was even more dumbfounded.
On my last night in Shanghai, after pouring out all my endless longing, she leaned against my chest, tracing circles on my skin with her fingers.
"Will you forget me?" "
She asked me with her head down, 'Unless I die.' 'Hey, actually, it's silly of me to ask that. Forgetting or not forgetting is normal.'
I lifted her face and saw it was covered in tears.
'I'll come back to see you often.' 'Okay, don't forget what you said today. I don't ask for much, at least once a year, okay?'" "
I hugged her tightly, my heart aching. 'If you have time in the future, you can write down this experience. It'll be a kind of memento, and it'll definitely be a beautiful love story.' 'If you write it all down, it'll become an erotic novel,' I said with a smile, stroking her smooth back.
'How could it be? At most, it'll be a love novel plus a sex textbook.' I thought that writing down my experience would be like getting her consent, but I thought about her personal experiences during that time for a long, long time and still couldn't bring myself to write them down. I wrote a lot yesterday and thought a lot, but in the end, I decided to delete what she confided in me that day because I wanted to send her the finished article, and that part would bring back her pain. Oh well, I'll
just write the ending: 'The day after I received my university acceptance letter, I had an abortion. My mother accompanied me. 'From then on, I felt I was no longer a pure woman, and I didn't ask for anything more.'" "The boyfriend you see is my neighbor, he's liked me for years, he's a nice guy, that's all." As she spoke, she kept smoking, drinking, and crying. I moved closer to her, took her hand, and she took a deep breath, looking up: "Kiss me." Without hesitation, I kissed her lips.
Like a greedy child, I kept sucking on her lips, as if I wanted to devour her. She was almost breathless from my kisses.
My hands became impatient, and I immediately tried to unbutton her jeans; I couldn't wait.
She broke free from my embrace, "Are you suffocating me?" Seeing my helplessness, she pulled back into my arms: "You're such a little devil." She let my hands remove her coat, taking off... I took off her jeans. She was
so beautiful. I hadn't noticed before. Taking off her coat, I discovered her breasts, though not large, were very firm. She was wearing a cotton bra, unlike many bras these days that have lining and look fake. Her breasts were very full.
To be honest, I didn't know how to unhook a bra back then, and I wanted to take it off like a boy's vest. "What a silly girl," she said, unbuttoning it from behind.
Like two little rabbits, her breasts jumped out of her bra. I leaned down and kissed a small red spot. "Oh, gently, don't bite, oh, so good," her soft moans stimulated me. My hand roughly caressed her other breast.
She stopped my hand from pulling down her panties. "No girl likes a rough man unless she has masochistic tendencies, silly girl, take it slow, okay?"
I leaned down and kissed her breasts again, feeling that she enjoyed it very much. "
Ah...oh...um...silly boy...be gentle...don't bite me too hard..."
she moaned softly, her bright red nipples gradually hardening in my mouth.
One hand touched the inside of her thigh, and she reached out and took my hand, placing it on her genitals. "Gently, don't be too rough." My palm covered her genitals, feeling very warm. I continued to caress her genitals through her panties, and I could feel her body trembling. When I slipped a finger inside her panties, she couldn't help but hug my head.
Even a fool could understand her hint. I pulled down her panties, picked her up from the chair, carried her to the bed, and hurriedly took off all her clothes.
It was my first time, and I was incredibly excited, so I was like a headless fly, bumping around on her lush Parrot Island. I couldn't find the right spot several times, and instead, I ended up with a slight pain.
She whispered, "Silly boy, you really are a virgin, you can't even find the right spot." "
Grasp my penis and guide it to her entrance. She trembled and said, 'Come on, this is it.'
Without any resistance, my penis pierced deep into her flesh. It felt so good; I can almost feel it now.
Her lower body wrapped tightly around my penis, and I felt her warm, wet vagina enveloping it in a tingling sensation. An unprecedented, indescribable pleasure surged through my heart.
She closed her eyes tightly: 'Faster, I want you, come on!' Her soft moans made me lose control. This unprecedented stimulation made me feel like I was in heaven. I felt like an invincible war god, constantly thrusting and thrusting. Soon, a sudden stimulation overwhelmed me. I was no longer a virgin."

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