Commemorating my first time with my girlfriend.

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My current girlfriend and I met online and dated long-distance for over two years. We finally met last month. I had just graduated and spent a month at her place.

She's a year older than me. Aside from our first love in middle school, we'd only had one unsuccessful long-distance relationship before, and this time it was another long-distance one. Although I knew the chances of us being together were slim, I still couldn't help but fall for her.

For the past two years, we've mainly kept in touch through games, video chats, and online chats, and we often send each other small gifts. We've experienced some unpleasantness, but we've persevered, and our relationship seems to have become even stronger.

We've both done a lot of research on physical intimacy, initially learning from porn, so after we got to know each other, we often talked about naughty topics, like fantasizing about showering and having sex together, and we both felt quite intimate and didn't feel any resistance. However, as for actual sex, we hadn't dared to take that step with our previous partners.

On the afternoon I got off the plane, I gave her my first kiss, and for the next month, we kissed many times a day. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was very agile. It turns out that kissing, like sex, can be addictive. She said her first kiss was with her ex, but they'd broken up a long time ago and hadn't kissed in ages, so they were quite rusty. Of course, I didn't mind at all.

After showering that night, I shamelessly asked her if she wanted to sleep in the same bed, and she blushed and agreed. At that moment, I was still immersed in a pure sense of happiness, like a beautiful dream that I couldn't believe was real. I just wanted to hold her in bed, whisper

sweet nothings, just like I'd fantasized about countless times before. I hugged her from behind as we lay on my side. She usually didn't wear a bra to sleep, so I couldn't resist touching her breasts. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but her petite, loli-like figure and voice were exactly my type.

With the lights off, I couldn't see her expression, but I could imagine how shy she must have been, since it was the first time we'd been so intimate with someone of the opposite sex.

After touching her for a while, I felt her body starting to heat up. In fact, I figured I was pretty hot too, so I had her take off her pajamas and underwear, and we slept naked together. This wasn't a problem for us; after all, we'd done online texting, video chatting, and exchanged intimate photos before. I'd even given her a clitoral massager as a birthday present.

Her body was so soft, like a little girl's. My hands roamed over her body, unable to resist moving downwards. She covered mine with her hand until I touched her labia. It was the first time I'd touched a woman's private parts; it was softer than I'd imagined, incredibly comfortable, and I couldn't take my hands away. I rubbed her clitoris, and she, probably aroused, grabbed my already hard penis.

That night, we touched each other for a while, then cuddled and slept together. After all, it's best not to go too far on the first day we met.

The next day, I picked her up from work, and then we went out to dinner with some friends we all knew. That evening, when we showered at home, we squeezed into the cramped bathroom, letting the water run, kissing and caressing each other passionately. We explored every inch of each other's bodies, finally able to truly appreciate the body of the person I loved most under the light. Her pubic hair was short and sparse, probably shaved recently. With my encouragement, she had gradually gotten used to shaving her pubic hair, saying it felt cleaner and more comfortable to touch during masturbation.

We scrubbed each other in the shower, then crawled into bed together. We agreed it was just playful touching, but my fingers started exploring her vulva. She was already wet, and I tried to insert my middle finger, but she said it hurt, so I didn't go any further. It's probably because she usually only uses vibrators and her own fingers; the boldest she'd ever been was when I encouraged her to buy her first vibrator, and she painfully inserted it during her first live video call, and my fingers are relatively thick. The way she bit her lip in pain was incredibly alluring, making me want to hold her and comfort her.

In the end, I inserted my entire middle finger. The slippery, tight flesh felt like someone was gripping my finger tightly. I started to worry; the opening was so small, I wondered how much pain I would cause her if I used my penis. I hesitated to thrust my finger in and out, because I could tell from her expression that she would wince in pain every time my finger rubbed against the delicate edge of her hymen. So I simply bent my finger and tried to explore her G-spot. She had told me before that her G-spot was a rough, towel-like area, and I found it quickly—a slightly raised area that felt different from the rest of her body, not as smooth, with many wrinkles of tender flesh.

I teased that area, and her face turned as red as a persimmon, looking incredibly cute under the light. After touching it for a while, she said she felt like she needed to pee, so I changed tactics and asked her to teach me how to play with her clitoris to make it feel better. Later, I learned that her feeling like she needed to pee actually meant she had the potential for squirting, but it would probably take time to develop. She taught me how to play with her clitoris, and I taught her how to give me a handjob. She said my penis was soft on the outside and hard and hot on the inside, which she found very fun, her face flushed and happy. Seeing her alluring appearance, I knew I couldn't control myself.

To distract myself and restrain my urge to penetrate, I moved down to give her oral sex. She shyly covered herself, saying, "You'll be seen." "It's not like I haven't seen it before," I replied, then encouraged her to move her hand away.

In the end, I took her two soft labia minora into my mouth. Unlike when I touched them the night before, her labia minora were now swollen and naturally parted. Two thin, soft pieces of flesh, like jelly. Although the labia were not thick, they were quite large. I used my lips to bite the jelly-like pieces, pulled them up, and then took them into my mouth, which was very fun.

I used the tip of my tongue to separate her labia, tasting her slightly salty vaginal fluid in the crevices. After her shower, besides the faint scent of her shower gel, there was no other unpleasant smell, only the slightly salty taste of her vaginal fluid, which made me feel like it was the best dinner in the world.

After wiping away all the vaginal fluid from her mouth with my tongue, I mixed it with saliva and applied it to her clitoris. She couldn't help but moan softly; her delicate voice was my favorite, so every time we made love, I would try to make her moan more and louder, and she would cooperate perfectly, without being pretentious or suppressing it, naturally telling me her feelings with her soft moans and gasps.

I used my fingers to separate her labia, completely exposing her opening. I enjoyed this beautiful sight; I had even had her take pictures of me like this before, so much so that I accidentally saw her hymen at first.

Her hymen was a very smooth and elastic piece of tissue, with a small hole in the middle just big enough to accommodate one of her fingers. Before, during texting and video chats, I was worried that it would hurt her a lot during actual sex, so I encouraged her to widen the opening a little with her fingers and a vibrator first, just enough not to break it. If I were to expose a woman's private parts directly to pain the first time without allowing her time to adjust, causing her to develop a resistance to sex,

she probably wouldn't have a fulfilling sex life afterward. I came to this conclusion from some posts I read online. A woman's most mysterious area is now laid bare before me, yet I don't know how to minimize the pain and damage to that area. Frankly, I don't have a strong obsession with that area itself; I'm just curious, purely research-oriented. All I care about is that my woman hasn't ever pleasurably ridden or been ridden by another man.

Here are my personal observations: The hymen should ideally be smooth and flat, with one or more small holes. Repairs or surgical procedures will result in uneven edges, forming lace-like folds. This is because excessive mechanical movement and friction cause excess tissue to grow in the delicate area. This is why excessive mechanical stimulation after a scab has fallen off can easily lead to uneven scarring. Comparing photos of my girlfriend before and after intercourse, you can see that after the first time, the remaining edges of the hymen were still quite smooth. However, after a month, although the opening was still small, the edges had developed pinkish flesh.

I believe that judging a woman's sexual experience based on the color of her nipples and labia is unscientific; those are only related to skin color and whether bleaching drugs were used. What you can truly tell is the smoothness and size of the opening.

I seem to have digressed a bit; let's get back to the main point.

My girlfriend seemed aroused by my teasing. She grabbed my penis and rubbed it against the outside of her vagina. I gently nudged her, and she cried out in pain, then said I was being naughty, that we only meant rubbing.

As "punishment," she demanded to give me a blowjob. It turns out that a virgin's interest in a penis is just as intense as a virgin's interest in a vagina. I thought this mutual teasing, without forcing or hurting each other, was quite nice, so I obediently lay down.

She knelt beside me, curled up like a little rabbit, and tried to take my nipple into her mouth. She was very careful, trying to imitate the way she does in porn, though her teeth would still accidentally touch. But the light touches weren't uncomfortable. She sucked very slowly and carefully. Although she was inexperienced, her tongue was large and flexible when kissing, so the blowjob was quite pleasurable. It was the first time my penis had been sucked, and by the person I loved most. I have to say, the pleasure, both physiologically and psychologically, was indescribable.

Only couples with a strong relationship can truly experience the pleasure of sex. I don't know if it was my enjoyment that gave her confidence, or if she naturally had a good talent for blowjobs, but she quickly became more skilled, sucking me more and more comfortably. She would get tired after a while, then spit it out, only licking my penis with her tongue like a little girl licking a lollipop, occasionally sweeping her tongue quickly across my glans. The stimulation was so intense that I couldn't help but pull my legs back and beg her to stop. I told her that the most comfortable feeling was when she sucked and licked my penis with her tongue inside, and I showed her how to coordinate her hands and mouth to suck and masturbate at the same time. She tried it for a while and quickly learned it, seemingly mastering a trick to save effort (later when I asked her, she mischievously said it was a secret), gradually increasing the intensity and frequency, while I was almost overwhelmed by her pleasure.

I couldn't control myself anymore; I felt a heat below, and my semen gushed out. She paused for a moment, immediately understood what was happening, and continued moving, sucking harder and harder, as if trying to draw all my semen away. At that moment, all sensation in my body seemed to disappear; I only felt the burning sensation at the tip of my penis. When I came to my senses, she was smiling smugly at me, saying, "I sucked the little guy out!" Her voice was clear and pleasant, and I realized then that she had swallowed my semen.

I asked her in surprise, "You swallowed the strawberry jam?" She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue and smiling at me. I was genuinely surprised and overjoyed, knowing how much my girlfriend loved me. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply until she was almost breathless. "You indirectly ate your own," she said playfully. "So what? You still ate your own juices," I retorted.

I wanted to give her an orgasm too, so I started licking her again, pressing her G-spot with my fingers as I did so. She usually only orgasms when using a vibrator. I made her feel good, but I guess my technique wasn't good enough, and it was also her first time, so she was very nervous. Several times, the feeling of almost orgasming inexplicably vanished, so she asked me to help her with the vibrator. "You've been spoiled by the vibrator I gave you, haven't you?" I teased her. She said shyly and coquettishly, "No, not at all."

Finally, under the double attack of my fingers and the vibrator, my girlfriend orgasmed. Her legs convulsed and squeezed together to the side, her vagina tightly sucking my fingers, and I could feel her vaginal contractions in waves. She was already soaking wet inside, but no vaginal fluid flowed out because her vaginal walls and hymen were like rubber bands, tightly holding my fingers and locking the fluid inside. Her moans at that moment burst forth with boundless desire and joy; just hearing her voice was already incredibly pleasurable.

I spread her legs apart again, and her swollen, bulging clitoris was as glistening as a pomegranate. At this time, the clitoris is at its most sensitive, so sensitive that any stimulation of the clitoris will make her uncomfortable. So I only licked her labia and even sucked out and swallowed all the nectar from her vagina. My

girlfriend gets sleepy easily after orgasm. Before, during texting, she often couldn't stay awake after masturbating to orgasm and would fall asleep immediately, only sending a shy emoji the next day to tell me she fell asleep the night before. This bothered me a bit, because sometimes during sex afterward, she would orgasm while I was still slow to ejaculate. Except for blowjobs and cowgirl positions, her stamina was generally not as good as mine. Anyway, we always wanted each other to orgasm before each other during sex, and our sex life was still very harmonious. Of course, there have been a few times when we could orgasm simultaneously, but I guess we need more practice and adjustment.

That night, we only gave each other oral sex and then cuddled and slept naked. Actually, oral sex is slightly more pleasurable than intercourse, both physiologically and psychologically. After all, not every couple is close enough to give each other oral sex, let alone swallow each other's nectar.

Intimate contact catalyzed our feelings, and it was clear that after having sex, our relationship would improve, especially in terms of harmonious sex life.

On the third night, we took a shower together, shaving each other's pubic hair in the shower, because it's best to shave it all off for oral sex, and it also makes the genitals look better. After the shower, I pinned her down on the double bed and wantonly played with every inch of her body. She wasn't as reserved as the day before; I could feel that she loved me and needed me, and that feeling was wonderful. We were very engaged in foreplay, caressing and kissing passionately without any barriers. Before we knew it, we were in the missionary position. I was on top of her, constantly saying, "I want you so much," and she responded dreamily, grabbing my penis and aiming it at her entrance, then actively pressing her genitals against my penis, enjoying the gentle, light thrusts, like lightly poking her. I asked her, "Want to try?" "It'll go in," she said, a little scared.

"It's not that easy. This is just a trial run to see what it feels like to poke around. Tell me if it hurts, and I won't go in," I reassured her. In truth, I was already somewhat dazed, my mind blank. On one hand, I didn't want to break my promise to her; on the other hand, a primal urge mixed with the thought that "I can't let my girlfriend think I'm cowardly or impotent."

Caught in this dilemma, all I knew was to try and see if I could get inside, to find a way to minimize her pain. So, I slowly pushed my penis in, stopping almost every time she cried out in pain. I could see her expression as she endured the pain, yet her eyes held a loving encouragement that kept me going.

Several times I poked in the wrong spot, hitting her urethra, and she cried out in pain. But her hymen was tight and slippery, like a wall coated with lubricant; even a little too much force would cause my penis to wobble to one side. Several times I aimed correctly and pushed forward with all my might, and she bit her lip, enduring the pain. My penis was compressed, shortening slightly, but still wouldn't go in, becoming somewhat soft from the pressure. (You can try squeezing the penis tightly with your hand. When the pressure is strong enough, the penis will soften on its own and will only become hard again when the pressure is removed.)

I tried several different angles, but couldn't get in. "Don't worry, it's not that easy for me to get in," I comforted my girlfriend. At that moment, her eyes, which had been brimming with tears from the pain, suddenly lit up with a smile, as if she'd won a victory. "Hmph, I'll try again!" I have to admit, her smile spurred me on. "I don't believe I can't get you today." She immediately begged for mercy, saying she was afraid of the pain. So I suggested she try sitting on top of me, that way she'd stop on her own if it hurt. She agreed and straddled my lower abdomen.

She held my penis with one hand, parted her labia with the other, rubbed her vaginal fluid all over it, and tried to sit down. She only managed a little penetration before stopping; it must have hurt. After a short while, she started again, trying again and again, each time having to stop because of the pain. Gradually, the vaginal fluid on my penis dried, making it even harder to penetrate. Looking at her pained expression, I felt a pang of heartache. If I didn't love her that much, perhaps I would have ignored her pain, let her bear it, and just forced myself on her. But I couldn't bear it; I couldn't bear to let the person I love cry from pain while I could continue heartlessly. "How about we bite her today?"

I asked her. "Okay," she agreed, and happily dismounted, starting to suck on my penis.

After sucking for a while, she stopped and mounted me again. "Let me try again," she said to me.

It seemed she was still not satisfied.

This time, my penis was covered in her saliva and vaginal fluid, and she sat down as before. This time, with lubrication, it seemed easier to squeeze in a little. My frenulum was already being pulled and was a bit painful, but I still encouraged her to keep going. After sitting for a while, she stopped and said, "No, it still hurts so much."

I teased her, "Okay, it seems I'll have to press you down next time to do this well, so you have nowhere to hide from the pain." As I said this, I prepared to sit up and give her a hug.

I was just saying it casually, but she wasn't having it. "Hmph! I'll definitely push you down today. Lie down." She then pushed me flat on my back.

She sat on me again, this time with even more force, as if she wanted to use all her strength to press down on me. My foreskin was tightly covered by her hymen, which was being pulled downwards with force; the pain in the frenulum felt like it was about to snap. I didn't stop her, because I knew she was enduring a tear that was many times more painful than mine. It was her willpower and her actions telling me just how much she loved me, and all I could do was encourage her and give her strength.

Just when I felt my penis was about to be flattened, suddenly the glans relaxed, the pressure above instantly relieved, replaced by a warm and powerful squeeze from all sides. Without the obstruction above, she gradually sat down at the base of my penis, and miraculously, her vagina swallowed my entire penis. I knew she had finally done it.

I sat up, hugged her tightly, and kissed her breasts, giving her all my comfort. She hugged me tightly too, more tightly than ever before. The emotion she evoked in me at that moment far surpassed any previous instance of hers. All the emotions, happiness, and hardships we had shared flashed through my mind like a movie. I wanted to say something, but a thousand words couldn't express it all; I could only condense it into one sentence: "I love you, darling." "I love you too," she said

. As she spoke, I could clearly see tears streaming down her face. "You're mine now," she tried to say with a smile, her eyes still wet with tears, but her expression revealed genuine joy. That expression was breathtakingly beautiful; I'll never forget it. "You're mine too," she said, lowering her head to kiss me deeply. I tasted the tears that had trickled down her cheeks—salty, even saltier than her vaginal fluids. I ignored the taste, continuing to kiss her. I sucked on her tongue, and her vagina sucked on my penis.

We sat there quietly, kissing, needing no words, for our bodies and souls had become one.

After a while, her pain subsided, and we released each other. I kissed her face, wiping away her tears. We tried moving a little, but she still felt a bit of pain, so I pulled out and changed to a more comfortable position.

We lay on our sides, and I entered her from behind again. This time it was still very tight, and she bit her lip in pain as I entered. Thankfully, she wasn't bleeding, probably because of the hymen dilation activities in the past two days, and also because of the ample foreplay and lubrication today. She was still worried until she saw that there was only vaginal fluid and no blood on my penis, and then she relaxed. Girls all have some fear about their first sexual experience—fear of pain, fear of bleeding, fear of pregnancy. Only by eliminating these fears can a girl quickly enjoy making love with you and become fully engaged.

That night we talked a lot, making love slowly while talking. It seemed that we were mainly chatting, and the sex was just a means to facilitate our more intimate conversation, to the point that neither of us felt like having an orgasm.

She asked me three questions, which she said were three questions women should ask before premarital sex that she saw online: Is this serious? What if I get pregnant unexpectedly? Can you promise that once we have sex, you won't have sex with any other women?

I told her: You'll have to find the answers to these three questions yourself. I'll answer them with my actions over the next month.

The next day, I went to the supermarket and bought a box of condoms. She was shy, so she asked if she could go buy them by herself, and I agreed. She didn't want to get pregnant before marriage, so I stopped having unprotected sex. However, after trying several brands of condoms, I still didn't like wearing them, so I could only withdraw. Luckily, I could control myself most of the time. I tried various positions from porn movies until she orgasmed and begged for mercy, except for one time when she tried the woman-on-top position, which made me feel so good that I couldn't hold on and immediately pulled out. I ejaculated the moment I pulled out. She seemed to have discovered a new continent, the second position besides oral sex that she was confident could make me ejaculate. She said she loved watching me climax, so she often had me wear a condom while she rode her. We even tried synchronized orgasms a few times in that position, and it felt amazing. However, I usually wanted to finish her off first using side entry, rear entry, or missionary position so I could focus on enjoying her orgasm. So we often took turns using our preferred positions, each trying to finish the other off first.

For the next month, except for her period, we basically spent every day in a state of unbridled passion, showering together, sleeping naked together, and having sex every other day on average. Our relationship definitely improved significantly due to our harmonious sex life. And since it was both of our first experiences, it laid a very solid foundation for our relationship. If we nurtured it with care, respecting and understanding each other, a blissful, loving relationship would come our way.

Now we're both back in our respective places, planning to move in together and get married within the next two years. I bought her an electric massager, and I try my best to meet her physical needs without causing her any discomfort. Plus, our relationship is very strong, we haven't cheated on each other, and we have plans to be together, so I'm not too worried about a third party.

Here's a little anecdote: During the National Day holiday, she took me back to her hometown for two days to meet her parents. Her aunt and uncle seemed quite pleased with me. My girlfriend had mentioned me to her mother earlier, and her aunt was initially worried because we were in a long-distance relationship. However, after seeing how gentle and understanding my girlfriend had become for me, and how she had toned down her previous temper, she started to approve of our relationship. The hotel I stayed at when I went to my girlfriend's hometown was booked by her aunt and uncle. My girlfriend was originally going to stay at home; she just dropped me off at the hotel. When we opened the door, we were both stunned—it was a double room!

My girlfriend couldn't help but complain to her parents, "Are they selling out their partner?" I smiled mischievously, "You know what I mean." That night, my girlfriend and I were tired from walking around, so we went back to the hotel and showered together. After showering, we couldn't resist having sex. She was the same as always; after her orgasm, she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. I held her and we slept on a single bed in the hotel. Our clothes and the towel we used to use after showering were scattered on the other single bed in the room.

The next day, I took her home. She didn't come home that night and spent the night with her boyfriend in a double room at the hotel. Her parents gave us meaningful looks, probably understanding everything, but thankfully they didn't ask too many questions. Later, after my girlfriend and I returned to our accommodation from our hometown, she received a text message from her mother telling her to buy a pregnancy test. We were both incredibly embarrassed.

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