My Xiaoyue, my love 13

My Xiaoyue, My Love
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Introduction: I just looked at Xiaoyue in the quiet corner of my QQ friends list. Judging from her signature, she wasn't in a good mood. Suddenly, my heart ached. We've been separated for seven years, but I still can't forget her. She was the truest love of my life. After Xiaoyue, there was no more true love.
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(I)
In the summer of 2003, I was ** years old and entered the second year of junior high school. At that time, it was the season of blossoming youth, Guo Jingming,
Meteor Shower, and rampant campus romance
. On the first day of school, the teacher assigned a class monitor. That's right, it was Xiaoyue. I sat in front of her. Back in seventh grade, we weren't very close; I could only call her by name.
The first time I looked closely at Xiaoyue, I didn't notice anything particularly special about her. Big eyes, rosy cheeks, she was unremarkable in a crowd, with a short bob and a small stature. Later, I learned she came from a well-off family. What impressed me most were her unusually large and perky breasts, so much so for her age. She had developed early; her breasts were already quite firm.
Gradually, we went from occasionally talking during class to becoming familiar, and then to playfully teasing each other. And it was during one of those playful interactions that I first touched her soft breasts. That time, it was a joke; I reached out to hit her, intending to hit her shoulder, but whether she shifted her body or my arm turned mid-air, I ended up hitting her full breasts. The soft touch was unforgettable, and even after touching countless breasts, regardless of size, I could never recapture that feeling. She didn't react badly; instead, she blushed and awkwardly continued laughing. What a generous girl!
A few days later, I clearly remember it was during the break between classes. I was walking back into the classroom when Xiaoyue walked towards me. It was a very ordinary face-to-face encounter. But when I saw her eyes, I froze. If touching Xiaoyue's chest was the most unforgettable physical contact of my life, then that eye contact was the most unforgettable look in my eyes. Mine, and hers. I can't describe the feeling: beautiful, intoxicating, mesmerizing. I was mesmerized. She looked back into my eyes, very intently. It was the purest look I had ever seen. I can't remember how long we stared at each other, maybe just a moment, maybe a few seconds. I
knew I had fallen in love with this girl.
She bought me snacks, wrote me love letters, walked me home, went shopping with me, called me, helped me with my studies, and even fought with a boy who was harassing Xiaoyue. We grew closer and closer. Finally, as the first semester of my second year of junior high was coming to an end, I had the best opportunity.
In winter, we lived at school and had evening self-study sessions. That time, it was after evening self-study. Xiao Yue, as the class monitor, was the last to leave the classroom and lock the door. That day, whether intentionally or unintentionally, all the other students were very considerate and went back to their dorms instead of studying. Only the two of us were left in the classroom, sitting at a table near the door. We started chatting, and after a while, the topic turned to my feelings for her. I asked, "Are you my girlfriend now?" Xiao Yue lowered her head slightly, blushing, and didn't answer.
I mustered my courage and took her hand. Her hand was small and soft, cool and smooth, but my heart was pounding. The classroom was dark, but I could vaguely see that her expression was happy. Seeing that Xiao Yue was happy, I felt relieved and less nervous. A few minutes later, I turned around and turned off the classroom light. The switch was very close to me. As I turned it off, I looked back. Xiao Yue was very calm and didn't move. I say calm because after that, I met so many women, and none of them were as at ease in the face of unknown passion as the young Xiao Yue. I moved the stool closer to her, then sat down and put my arm around her. Xiaoyue lowered her head and didn't say anything. Although I couldn't see her, I knew her face must be even redder. I didn't know what to say, but I knew what I should do. Initially, my arm around Xiaoyue was on her outer shoulder, gently stroking it up and down. I slowly moved it to her armpit, leaning back slightly, until I was hugging her from behind. I unzipped her down jacket, revealing a thin sweater underneath. Through the sweater, I began to slowly massage Xiaoyue's breasts; they were very firm. After rubbing for a while, I leaned in and kissed Xiaoyue's cheek. Then, I moved my lips to hers, and the instant our lips touched, an electric shock spread through my body. Thanks to all those campus romance dramas back then, even though I had no experience, I was still quite adept at copying their techniques. I pried open Xiaoyue's teeth with my tongue, and my tongue went past her teeth. At first, her tongue tried to avoid me, but slowly it moved slower and slower, and the more it tried to avoid me, the more it came into contact with my tongue...
We kissed passionately, sometimes I would suck Xiaoyue's tongue into my mouth and hold it there, and sometimes she would playfully bite my tongue. My hand slipped inside her sweater and behind her back, starting to unhook her bra. Back then, many young girls wore tank tops or camisoles, but Xiaoyue wore a bra—the kind with wide straps that went back easily, six hooks in a row.
It should have been easy, but surprisingly, I couldn't unhook it after several attempts. Xiaoyue knew what I was doing, but didn't stop me. Instead, she giggled softly between kisses. My face flushed, and I frantically unhooked the simple hooks. Xiaoyue's breasts were so well-developed; as I unhooked them, they immediately sprang to the sides. Even the clumsyest bird knows to fly. Young and inexperienced, I instinctively experienced my first passion.
I pushed Xiaoyue's bra up, and for the first time, without any barriers, I touched those two mounds I had longed for—soft mounds, mounds that could change shape. I grabbed one breast with each hand and began to knead, squeeze, and manipulate them. Xiaoyue's breathing grew heavier, her breaths interspersed with soft moans and urgent groans. I don't know if everyone's first time is this impatient, but after a few rubs, I lifted Xiaoyue's sweater and took her nipple into my mouth. It was a very small, short nipple, and I sucked on it desperately, licking it hard with my tongue. Xiaoyue's moans grew louder and louder. I started planning to put my hand inside her pants.
I stood up, reached out to help Xiaoyue up, and kissed her lips again. I turned to the side and reached for her waist. I recognized her belt and untied it skillfully. Xiaoyue seemed to want to stop me from reaching down too, but it was too late. One hand slid down her stomach, while the other pushed her hand away and placed it on my shoulder. I still clearly remember the smooth skin I touched, the soft downy hair I suddenly felt, and the warm, wet garden. I slid my fingers down into her vulva. Suddenly, Xiaoyue's body trembled. Now that I think about it, it must have been because my fingers brushed against her clitoris, which had been touched for the first time. My fingers suddenly felt a wetness, the flesh inside and out covered in smooth, lustful fluid. I started probing Xiaoyue's vulva. The porn I'd secretly watched came in handy; I quickly found the entrance. When I inserted a finger, there wasn't much resistance, perhaps because it was very lubricated, but looking back, it was probably because a finger wasn't thick enough. When my finger was halfway in, I released my lips and asked, "Wife, does it hurt?" That was the first time I called Xiaoyue "wife." Xiaoyue shook her head and softly said, "It doesn't hurt...you're so naughty."
Before I could finish, my finger had penetrated to the root, touching a smooth, round surface. Suddenly, Xiaoyue recoiled. I quickly asked if it hurt. Xiaoyue hummed in response. I quickly pulled my finger out and started fiddling with it from the outside. Xiaoyue then let out a soft moan, turned around, and nervously looked outside the classroom. She said to me, "Stop it, it's almost lights out."
I thought about it; it was indeed time for the dormitory lights to go out. The teachers would be checking on us after lights out, and students who had studied after self-study would all return to their dorms before lights out. Reluctantly, I looked out the window and took out my then-popular digital watch. It was 9:50. I cursed under my breath. Study ended at 9:30, and
the dormitory We really should leave the classroom. But I was far from satisfied; my penis remained as hard as iron the entire time. But I was genuinely unsure, and didn't dare do anything more. This night had been happy enough for me.
"Okay, let's go back to the dorm," I said to Xiaoyue, taking my hand out.
Xiaoyue playfully buried her head in my chest, but said, "Don't do that again!"
I paused, thinking she was angry. Back then, my love for her was everything. Although I wanted to do those things, and even more so, I wanted her body, but faced with my girlfriend's anger, I would put everything else aside. In a moment of inspiration, I said, "As you command, my dear wife."
Xiao Yue had already fastened her belt, chuckled without speaking, then glanced nervously out of the classroom before turning back and saying, "Let's go."
"Um..." I was eager to ask Xiao Yue if it was comfortable, exciting, or if she liked it, but remembering her seemingly casual remark about not doing that again, I swallowed my words.
We closed the classroom door and walked side-by-side towards the dormitory area. Neither of us spoke a word. When we reached the girls' dormitory, I stopped, and Xiao Yue stopped too, looking up at me.
"Yue, I will always love you." This was the first time I had said it to Xiao Yue in person. Before, it was always written on those pretty letters. I smiled slightly, then lowered my head.
"I'm going in now," Xiaoyue said casually, before walking into the dormitory.
I watched her go in, still staring at her, thinking that Xiaoyue and I would be together forever, that we would be happy. Back
then, the concept of happiness was being with the girl I loved.
The ticking and clanging of the lights-out bell pulled me back from my reverie. I quickly walked back to the dormitory. My classmates asked me where I had been, and I mumbled that I had been running on the track
. I got into bed and breathed a sigh of relief, but my legs started to tremble, and my heart pounded violently. The intimacy we shared just now left me so excited.
That night, I kept smiling under the covers—a truly genuine smile—before drifting off to sleep.
On nights like that, dreams are inevitable, and the main characters in those dreams were naturally me and Xiaoyue…
I parted Xiaoyue's legs and thrust my long-erect penis into her honeyed depths. There seemed to be no resistance; I pumped wildly, and Xiaoyue moaned incessantly. After a long time, suddenly Xiaoyue's face became increasingly blurred, and my semen gushed out…
The next morning, I realized I had a wet dream.
(Part Two)
Seven years had passed since I last saw Xiaoyue. On this late night, I sat in front of the computer, typing out some of our past memories. Come on, stick it on, it's like digging that memory out of your heart to reminisce, like watching a movie, scene after scene flashing before your eyes, there's so much to see. If it were a movie, it might be longer than a six-season American TV series. This movie lies quietly in my heart, every little sticker reminds me of
the school's prohibition against early relationships. When we secretly
dated during class, sometimes I would deliberately lean back and wait for Xiaoyue to punch my back. The cunning Xiaoyue always had different tricks to deal with me. Sometimes it would prick me with a pen tip, or she would reach under my armpit and tickle me while my arm was open, then laugh at my embarrassment. Sometimes she might suddenly pull her desk back and shake me. After class, I would push aside the pile of books on her desk, then sit back and quietly watch her busy herself or play around. Later, Xiaoyue would supervise my studies and forbid me from playing around in class, even though she often took the initiative to poke me during class.
Xiaoyue was a very quiet girl on the outside, with innocent big eyes that often seemed to be daydreaming, but she was usually very lively. She was sentimental, sometimes asking me how others perceived her; she was very sensitive. But she was also strong and independent, as evidenced by her later long period of living alone in Jinan. Xiaoyue's personality possessed a masculine boldness, but also gentleness and vulnerability. Xiaoyue was also a stubborn girl; once she made up her mind, it was difficult to change it, so her studies weren't very good, despite her hard work. In life, what she later displayed was entirely the persistence and resilience born from her stubbornness.
In a sense, we were very similar. Later, when my personality was basically formed, I discovered we had so much in common, with varying degrees of unconventionality. We didn't rely on others and weren't good at asking for favors.
Actually, my rebellious teenage years made my life mostly difficult, but after having Xiaoyue, I don't know how to describe my joy. I felt life wasn't as bad as I thought—on the contrary, life was simply wonderful.
In the evenings, we would be affectionate in the classroom. Most of the time it was kissing and touching her upper body. I would pull down her clothes and caress Xiaoyue's breasts, playing with her nipples. I really wanted to have sex, but the truth is, for the rest of that semester, I didn't even put my hand on Xiaoyue's lower body again. The only thing that progressed was when I let Xiaoyue touch my penis through my pants. That touch almost made me ejaculate inside her, inside her underwear!
I still wrote love letters to Xiaoyue, and even now I think that my writing was pretty good back then, unlike now when I recall those times and can't even put words together. Xiaoyue would address me with the first letters of my name in her replies. Later, at my strong request, she started calling me "husband," but she insisted that I destroy the letters she wrote to prevent others from seeing them. And I would readily agree just to see her handwritten "husband," so much so that none of the letters I keep now address me as "husband."
It's worth mentioning that when we broke up, Xiaoyue had someone bring me a thick stack of envelopes, all of them containing every single love letter I had written to her from beginning to end. I hid those letters in the most secret corner of my house. I'll never look at them again. One letter in particular stands out: a short conversation we wrote on a few sheets of paper. Those love letters are the only ones I can find in Xiaoyue's handwriting now. On those sheets of paper, Xiaoyue's writing was neat, careful, and clean; while my handwriting, though deliberately neat, was still messy, as if it might fly off at any moment. If allowed, I'll take a couple of photos and post them in the comments of this thread in a few days
. Soon, while Xiaoyue and I were playing, joking, and being affectionate, time flew by, and it was time for final exams and winter break. My grades were pretty good. On the last night before leaving school, we met again in the classroom, still kissing and caressing. But that time, I noticed carefully that Xiaoyue's breasts seemed larger and more elastic than when we first made love.
Winter break without homework was easy after finishing my assignments, but the days without seeing Xiaoyue were also bitter. Xiaoyue's family owned a restaurant in the town where our school was located, while their hometown was in the next district. We can only call each other occasionally to express our longing.
Amidst the booming sound of firecrackers, I'm so old now. I've had this concept since I was little: every Spring Festival, I grow a year
older. I've grown up through thick and thin, yet I'm also full of passion.
That Spring Festival was the happiest Spring Festival in my memory. I had a beloved girl to miss, and a happy family. (Part 3)
The winter vacation flew by, and we finally returned to school. I've never looked forward to going back to school like this before, because now I have Xiaoyue. My lovely Xiaoyue,
now every day is like springtime. With me by her side, when springtime came that year, Xiaoyue seemed to be in heat, just like the season. Because willow and poplar catkins often blew into the classroom, I remember it very clearly. It all
started in the first half of the second semester of my second year of junior high when Xiaoyue and I became deskmates. There wasn't any real physical contact between Xiaoyue and me until the midterm exam results came out and the teacher rearranged the desks. We sat together. I was against the wall, and Xiaoyue was to my right, outside of me. There were two other classmates, a girl and a boy.
I would observe what kind of underwear Xiaoyue wore every day, even looking at her waistband to see what color her underwear was. We would hold hands under the desk, playfully fight with our fingers under the desk, and keep our arms tightly together on the desk, or use books to cover our hands together on the desk. I would also stroke Xiaoyue's thighs, put my palm up under her buttocks and grab her buttocks with a mischievous grin. Whenever I did this, Xiaoyue would glare at me or lightly slap me. When I placed my hand on Xiaoyue's inner thigh, she would squeeze her legs together, preventing my hand from moving freely. We flirted and teased each other without restraint, even on the desks.
One day in March of that year, I found several pieces of paper torn from a book on the floor of the dormitory. Picking them up, I discovered they were a pornographic novel, a complete short story with the endings and beginnings of the previous and next stories at the beginning and end. After carefully reading through them, I grinned wickedly… It was a brilliant short story; the obscene descriptions weren't numerous, but they were sharp and explicit!
The next day in class, instead of lecturing, the teacher told us to think and study on our own.
"Yue, look at this, this novel is so good!" I put the few pages of the book in front of Yue. "Are you even reading good stuff?" Yue smiled contemptuously and rolled her eyes at me, then started watching
me carefully observe. When Yue saw the description of lovemaking, she didn't look uncomfortable, her breathing didn't become heavy, and she didn't clench her legs. She calmly finished reading and then crumpled the pages into a ball.
"Hmph, I knew you weren't reading good stuff, just random stuff. I'm destroying it."
Me: "…………"
Damn it!
I took advantage of Yue's momentary lapse in attention and snatched the paper ball from her hand. "Hehe…" I grinned mischievously at her. Yue covered her mouth to suppress her laughter, looking charming and cute.
She read a few pages of the textbook, felt she had learned enough, and observed that the other students were all studying intently. I started bothering Yue.
At this time, everyone was wearing single-layer pants. Bell-bottoms were popular then, and Yue was wearing a pair of denim bell-bottoms. She was wearing a knitted cardigan over a long-sleeved plaid cotton shirt.
I first placed my right elbow under my leg, then bent my forearm over it and grasped Xiaoyue's full breasts. Xiaoyue's open cardigan blocked her view from the other side, and her slightly bent-over position made her breasts angled downwards.
While I was fondling Xiaoyue's breasts through her shirt, I observed her. Xiaoyue turned her head slightly and glared at me, her eyes filled with a slightly foxy and cute look. I felt reassured and continued.
I gently unbuttoned one of the buttons on Xiaoyue's blouse, slipped my hand inside, and continued to explore further inside her bra until my palm grasped her breast. I spread two fingers and pinched Xiaoyue's nipple between them. I began to increase the intensity of my movements, pinching and squeezing her nipple with my fingers, while my hand cupped and caressed her breast. Xiaoyue's breasts were like dough in my hands, squeezed and kneaded, but I still wanted more stimulation. So I slowly adjusted my body and leaned to the side, reaching out with my other hand. Because the bra was facing outwards from my side, I used my left hand to pinch and tease her nipples with my fingers, pointing downwards towards Xiaoyue's body, pressing my fingers against her areolas, sinking deep into her breasts.
During class, my hands were inside Xiaoyue's clothes, and her breasts were being rubbed, kneaded, teased, and squeezed in my hands. There were tall stacks of books in front of the students behind me, so they wouldn't notice what I was doing below their shoulders. It was
much easier and more comfortable for both hands. Although I was already very familiar with Xiaoyue's breasts after several months of constant touching, the psychological stimulation of touching them for the first time in class still made me feel excited and thrilled. Although Xiaoyue was used to my caressing her breasts, she was still pleasantly surprised to have a classmate sitting next to her at the desk.
She remained engrossed in her book, but I could tell she couldn't concentrate anymore. Her body swayed slightly, sometimes biting her lip, sometimes blinking her eyes slightly. Her breathing wasn't loud, but the frequency and amplitude of her chest's rise and fall were completely irregular.
At this moment, Xiaoyue was intoxicated by the pleasure emanating from her breasts. Her nipples slowly hardened under my constant caresses, and the firmer nipples made me pinch and flick them more forcefully each time. Xiaoyue would occasionally increase her breathing at first, but she would immediately control herself. This continued for
about ten minutes, during which Xiaoyue tried to reach up several times, but I interrupted her with more forceful movements. Suddenly, Xiaoyue stopped breathing, then her chest heaved violently a few times, stopped, then heaved violently again. I noticed Xiaoyue's abnormal behavior; this had never happened before. But I didn't stop. I continued to caress Xiaoyue's alluring breasts.
Xiaoyue's breath became increasingly labored, and her face flushed. I played with them for a dozen more times. Suddenly, Xiaoyue's body trembled twice from her lower abdomen to her chest, then she gasped for breath. After another tremor, Xiaoyue reached out and grabbed my hand. Her hand gripped my wrist, her palms already sweaty. She turned to face me, her hazy eyes looking pitiful, fine beads of sweat glistening on her temples…
I stopped, afraid of being discovered by classmates or teachers. I put my right hand on the desk, my elbow resting on the desk, my palm on my head as if deep in thought. My left hand remained inside Xiaoyue's bosom, gently caressing the left side of her cleavage. Xiaoyue adjusted her breathing for a while, then placed one hand on her chest, pressing it against my hand, her thumb gently stroking the back of my hand.
Slowly, the flush on Xiaoyue's face began to fade, returning to its original tender pink color, and her breathing became even. We looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Xiao Yue glanced at the digital watch on the table; class was almost over. She took her hand back to the table, and I cleverly fastened the buttons on Xiao Yue's shirt with a few fingers before pulling my hand back. My hand was already swollen, sore, and numb, especially my fingers, which were so sore that I couldn't hold a pen to write.
A few minutes later, class ended. Xiao Yue got up, made a funny face at me, took a panty liner from her bag, put it in the back pocket of her jeans, and quickly walked out.
Years later, I learned more and more about sex techniques and knowledge online. Occasionally, I would see articles that said simply stimulating a woman's nipples could lead to orgasm. I would always think of that time in class when my hand was inside Xiao Yue's clothes.
Perhaps, it wasn't an orgasm for her. Later, when we made love, I would desperately caress her breasts, but she always said she never felt that way again
. In our few sexual conversations, I asked Xiao Yue about that time. She said, "It's like you're holding me and throwing me into the ocean, and I'm bobbing up and down with the waves... My whole chest, lower abdomen, and down there are all hot and trembling... It shouldn't be an orgasm, it's different from the feeling of licking the outside or playing with my clitoris, or the feeling of being penetrated and then pushed out... It can't compare to the direct stimulation of those two, but the softer feeling is more comfortable, and the duration is longer... My legs were sore when I went to the toilet, and when I got there my underwear was soaked, the water had run down my buttocks, and even my jeans were soaked."
To be continued

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