My High School Romantic History: G-Cup Girl

I first met
her in junior high school, let's call her G (you'll find out why G after reading below). She was a repeat student assigned to our class in the second year of junior high. Although she was a repeat student, we were the same age, and I was two days older than her. She
had a round face and was fairly good-looking; if looks were out of 100, I'd give her a 70. She wasn't very tall, probably around 1.5 meters, and was quite voluptuous (not fat), with a prominent bust and buttocks, and her breasts were probably a G cup.
When I first saw her after the class reshuffle, my heart immediately raced, and I was too embarrassed to look a second time.
I heard she had a boyfriend, an upperclassman, but later, a boy in our class started dating her in the second semester of the second year. However, she broke up with that boy (let's call him A) in the third year. One Saturday, after returning to the dorm from extra classes, a classmate asked A, "You and G seem to have drifted apart since the start of the semester. Did you break up?" A said, "She's such a womanizer!" Oh, so G dumped him.
G is a lively and outgoing person who gets along well with both boys and girls. Knowing they broke up, I wondered if I had a chance. I deliberately tried to get close to G and hang out with her, sometimes joking and hinting that I could be her boyfriend. We maintained this distant relationship until I
graduated from junior high. During the summer after junior high, G and I didn't contact each other. At that time, I thought my fate with her was over. We
first met in high school.
My high school was the key high school in our county (why do I say key high school? It's not to brag, but to set the stage for what's to come). She didn't do so well on her high school entrance exam and went to the vocational high school in our county.
Our dormitory in the first year of high school was very high-class, like an apartment building. Each dormitory had a telephone, and you had to buy a telephone to make calls. It was a SIM card (not an IC card, but the kind where you dial a number and then it forwards to the recipient's number; I guess those don't exist anymore). People outside could call this landline. One Sunday, we had a day off (in high school, we only had one day off a month, and Sundays were half a day off for showering, doing laundry, buying groceries, etc.). I was sleeping in my dorm
when the phone rang. I ignored it; I thought no one was calling me, and all my other roommates were at the internet cafe. I didn't want to answer and went back to sleep. But the phone kept ringing, so I finally answered. When I heard "Hello," I knew it was G. Her voice was very pleasant. I immediately said, "You're G, right? Who are you looking for?" (I wasn't sure if she was looking for me). She said, "I was looking for you! I didn't expect you to remember me! What are you doing in the dorm?" I said, "I'm just going to sleep all day."
She said, "Let's go for a walk together."
I said, "Okay, tell me a place and I'll come find you."
She said, "Okay, I'll wait for you at XX
." At that time, I didn't have a cell phone (high school was strict about not allowing cell phones, they confiscated them on sight). I could only go to find her on the ground.
So
I went there happily. When we met, I didn't know what to say, so I just walked around with her like an idiot. As we walked, she took my hand. My heart was pounding in my throat, but I was also very excited. I thought we must be in a relationship. Then we talked about things from junior high school, laughing and chatting. That afternoon, I held her hand the whole time. Our palms were sweaty.
We walked around like that all afternoon, and then we went back to our respective schools. My
first kiss and touching of her breasts.
There were two parks near our high school, one paid and one free. The free park was called the Forest Park, but it had many trees and hills. Usually,
there were very few people there. I invited her to the free park next door (of course, it had to be a free park, since we were students and didn't have any money!). After walking around for a while, we felt a bit hot, so I took her hand and we found a long stone bench under the shade of a tree to sit down. Maybe because we were tired from climbing the mountain, her breathing was a little rapid.
I saw her chest heaving, and my heart started racing. On impulse, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. She didn't resist; she wrapped her arms around my waist. It was my first time kissing, so I didn't really know what I was doing. I just kissed her lips. She seemed to realize it was my first time kissing, and she slowly opened her pink lips and put her tongue inside mine. I reflexively opened my mouth and put my tongue inside hers, swirling it around.
We kissed for about a minute, and I could clearly feel our breathing becoming very rapid. Her rapid breaths from her nostrils hit my face, and I suddenly felt even more excited, so I hugged her even tighter. My hands started to wander, roaming over her back.
Each time my hand brushed against her back, her breathing became more rapid. After a while,
I really wanted to touch her two big, white breasts pressing against my chest. So, I made up my mind and placed my right hand on her left breast. Even through her clothes and bra, I had two very clear feelings: Big!! Soft!! It felt so good! It was my first time touching a girl's breasts, and my heart was pounding. Seeing that she didn't resist and continued our passionate kiss, I placed my left hand on her right breast
and stroked for a while. Her arms tightened around my waist, making it difficult for my hands to reach her breasts. I thought she was trying to stop me from touching her breasts, so I put my hands back on her back. We kissed for about six or seven minutes, and I got a little tired
. I looked at her, and she looked at me. We didn't speak. I felt her eyes were a little glazed, and her lips were red from my kisses. After
about twenty or thirty seconds, she smiled at me. I asked her what she was smiling about, but she wouldn't say, just smiled. After a while, when she calmed down, I hugged her and kissed her again, touching her breasts through her clothes. But I didn't dare put my hand inside her clothes to touch her, afraid she'd get angry and ignore me.
As the sun was setting, we all went back to our respective schools
. Later, I often asked her to go to other parks. When we got to secluded spots, we'd start kissing, touching her breasts, touching her butt. Oh, right, her butt was big too, but I still felt more comfortable touching her breasts.
Finally, I saw the "big white rabbit" I'd been longing for.
I think it was the first semester of my junior year of high school; I don't remember clearly, but I remember it was quite hot that day. Not wanting to go shopping, I asked her to go for a walk in the park next to our school, as usual. I was at the school bus stop when she arrived wearing a low-cut t-shirt, and I could clearly see her deep cleavage. I immediately lost my composure. I thought I had to quickly find something to talk about or do something else, otherwise my... well, you know... Since the national flag was about to be raised,
I tried to remain calm and said to her, "You're dressed so scantily. If you show my treasure to others, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"
She probably thought I didn't like me dressing so revealingly in public, so she said, "That's exactly what I dressed for when I saw you."
I smiled at her and then walked with her into the park, but I didn't dare hold her hand, afraid of having a physical reaction since there were people around. The
park had three or four small hills, and we usually went to the other side of the hills where there was almost no one, so no one would see us kissing. When we reached the halfway point, I deliberately said to her, "Let's see who gets to the top first. I'll give you a ten-meter head start." Before I finished speaking, she ran off. I thought I had enough time, so I ran after her. She looked back at me and kept running. When I caught up with her, I didn't stop and kept going. She ran ahead, then ran up the hillside on the other side, and I ran after her, shouting, "I'm not running anymore! I can't run anymore!" I waited for her by a stone bench. She walked up to me, pretending to be angry—it was so cute! I hugged her and sat her on the bench.
I put her head under my chin, held her close, and looked down at her open neckline, where her two large breasts were bouncing up and down. Then I kissed her forehead, and when her breathing calmed down, I kissed her. This time, I put my hand inside her t-shirt, touching her back. Seeing she didn't resist, I put my right hand in front, touching her stomach, and then my fingers climbed upwards, gently sliding my fingers over her large breasts.
I couldn't take it anymore. I reached my right hand under her bra to grab her large breasts, but I realized my hand couldn't fully enclose them, so I joined in with my left. Since both hands were in, the bra straps were a bit tight, so I pulled the bra up. With both hands, I could hold her large, soft breasts—they felt amazing!
Then I wanted to nurse, so I took my mouth away from hers and put her nipple in my mouth. I suckled on her breasts like a hungry wolf seeing meat. After about ten minutes, I stopped and looked at her breasts closely. The veins on her snow-white breasts were clearly visible. Her nipples were small, maybe a little smaller than a cigarette butt in diameter, and pink.
I stared blankly at them. She asked, "Isn't it beautiful?" I said, "So beautiful!" Then I pulled down her bra and put it on
her. How could I share such beautiful breasts with anyone? I remember
one
winter break in high school, she called me before the Lunar New Year and asked what I was doing at home. I said I had nothing to do (everyone returned to school early to copy each other's homework...). I was watching TV and
she said, "Why don't you come out and visit our junior high school? "
I said, "Okay."
So I rode my bike to find her. Actually, we didn't go into the school. We went straight to the outside of the school's playground (our junior high school playground was outside the school,
surrounded by walls). We found a spot on the side away from the road. There were farmlands and trees outside the wall, and no one was around. Since we found such a secluded place, of course we had to kiss. As usual, I kissed and touched her big breasts. After so long, I've become bolder. She was wearing pants without a belt but with an elastic band inside.
I put my hand inside and touched her butt. I originally wanted to touch it through her underwear, but I was too fast and slipped my hand directly inside her underwear. I kissed and touched her at the same time. It felt so good, but it was a little cold. Then I tried to move my hand forward. Seeing that she didn't resist, I put my hand on... I touched her pubic hair on her mons pubis and continued downwards. Since we were both standing, I couldn't insert my hand, so I tried to force it in. She sensed I couldn't get in and deliberately spread her legs a little, allowing my hand to finally slip in.
The moment it went in, I felt how hot and wet it was, so much fluid. It was the first time I'd ever touched a woman's vagina, and it was still wet. It was just like the erotic novels I'd read on my classmate's MP3 player. When a woman is stimulated, she produces vaginal fluid.
I touched her clitoris like the characters in those novels. As soon as I touched her clitoris (I wasn't sure if it was her clitoris at the time), she started panting heavily, and even more fluid appeared.
Then I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and started thrusting it in and out. I could clearly feel her breathing become heavier. Then I discovered she had a skill:
after thrusting my middle finger in and out for a while, I left about the length of my thumb inside her vagina without touching or inserting it, and then I kissed her. At that moment, I could clearly feel her vagina contracting and pulling my finger in! It was truly amazing! Later, I didn't care about the cold anymore, so I simply pulled down her pants. I wanted to lick her vulva.
It was the first time I had ever seen a girl's vulva. Her pubic hair was very thick and abundant. Her labia majora were a bit dark.
I parted her labia majora and the inside was red and wet. I stuck out my tongue and licked her clitoris. I licked it twice, and she let out a soft moan. Since she was standing, it was difficult to lick inside, so I pushed her to the ground, pulled her pants down to her ankles, lifted her legs with both hands, and buried my head in her crotch. There was so much water down there. After the previous caresses, half of her pubic hair was wet. I stuck out my tongue and licked from top to bottom and from bottom to top. She hummed softly,
and her legs clamped tightly around my neck. I felt like I was going to break my neck. After licking for a while, I stood up. Remembering that in erotic novels, the girls would lick the male protagonist's penis, I pulled my pants down to my calves. I made her suck my penis, and she seemed quite adept at it.
As soon as I pulled down my pants, she immediately
put her mouth on it. It was the first time I'd ever put my penis in a girl's mouth, and it felt incredibly good. She used her mouth to stroke me, and I felt like I couldn't take it anymore; I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I grabbed her head, took her off my penis, and put her on the ground, continuing to lick her vagina. After a while, I sat on the ground and made her sit on top of me. I didn't have a condom, and she hesitated for a moment before sitting down. That's how I gave away
my virginity. When my penis first entered her vagina, it felt so hot and pleasurable.
I guess she was afraid of getting pregnant, because she didn't dare move after sitting down. At that moment, I was so focused on my climax that I didn't care anymore. I moved around a few times and ejaculated. I felt a little ashamed and wondered if I was sick—was this what they called premature ejaculation? After I ejaculated, she frowned, took out some tissues from her pocket, wiped herself, and then squatted down to let the semen flow out. She said, "If I get pregnant, it'll be all over!" I said, "If I get pregnant, I'll marry you!" Then we packed up, chatting as we walked without even going into the junior high school campus, and then went
home separately. It wasn't until I got home that I realized something: I'd so easily gotten to her; she wasn't a virgin anymore. Thinking back, she'd had two boyfriends before me. If any man didn't want to sleep with her, he was probably either impotent or a eunuch.
But this incident made me realize I don't actually have a virginity complex.
Let me tell you about my stupid behavior.
This happened before I'd read any erotic novels.
Once, in a park, I kissed her as usual, then put my hand inside her clothes and touched her breasts, then her buttocks. Later, feeling unsatisfied, I pulled her onto my lap, my left hand touching her buttocks, my right hand inside her clothes touching her two large, white breasts, and my mouth kissing her lips.
Suddenly, she knelt in front of me. My heart pounded. What had I done wrong? Wasn't this okay before? Besides, if she was angry, she should have hit or scolded me, but why was she kneeling in front of me? I immediately stood up and asked her what was wrong,
but she didn't answer. Then I picked her up, but she refused to get up, saying no, it wasn't like that. I was dumbfounded, after all, I'm a man. Then I picked her up and put her on my lap, sitting on a stool. I kept asking her what was wrong, and she blushed and giggled.
I thought it was so strange, like she was crazy... Later I found out that she wanted to eat my penis. Every time I think about it, I regret it so much. I'm such an idiot!
Another thing happened before I read porn. Once in another park, we were kissing and touching, and afterwards she suddenly got angry and said to me, "If you're so capable, go to a hotel." I stupidly thought I hadn't done something right and made her angry, so I kept trying to coax her.
Later I realized that she had given me such a big hint, and I was out of my mind!
My happy sexual days were ruined by myself!
There are three more stupid things that happened after I graduated from university in my shared apartment. I'll tell you about them
later
if I have time. To be honest, G was my first love. I really loved her.
I naively thought that after graduating from university, I would marry her and spend my
life with her.
But after graduating from high school, I realized I couldn't contact her anymore. Her best friend told me that she was dating a classmate from her school.
Her best friend told me that G told her that after I got into university, we would have fewer things in common, and our social circles would be different. When she went out with me, all my classmates and friends were high achievers, and she couldn't even agree with a single word from them. She thought about it and decided to accept reality and break up with me, saying she'd just find someone decent enough to live with.
I was very confused at the time. Does graduation equal heartbreak? So much so that I didn't dare to date girls in university. Although many girls pursued me, I didn't accept any of them. I spent my free time working out, reading, and playing games with my roommates. Then, in my second year of university, I saw her wedding photos on her social media and learned that she had gotten married. I left her a message on QQ congratulating her.
She said
she has children and is very happy, and I'm happy for her too. But I also feel a little lost, like a book that's only half full. You've read the first half and found it wonderful, but you can't find the second half. You feel anxious and helpless.
Then I realized something:
Sometimes in life you'll meet someone who
makes you think, "Yes, that's him/her," someone who has amazed your life, someone you're destined to be with. But when you look back, you realize these people are just passersby in your life. You never know who will be with you for life until the very last moment.
Friend, don't you think?
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