Me and My Wife - Part 1

Me and My Wife - Part 1

In 2006, I left my hometown to attend a university in the south. My major was almost entirely male, with only three girls (and not many of them). University life was vibrant and diverse; I joined various clubs, but ultimately only stayed in two, simply because of my interests. Actually, I had little sexual experience before university. My first experience was watching pornography in a video arcade in my second year of high school, and watching "Sex Is Zero" in an internet cafe. I did masturbate.
Getting back to the point, I had a crush on a girl in my freshman year, a fellow student from my hometown. We used all the usual tactics: helping each other get water, bringing each other breakfast, studying together... I confessed, but she didn't agree. She then found a guy who looked kind of creepy—I won't go into details. Later, I met many girls in clubs, and we all got along well, becoming just friends without ever thinking about a romantic relationship. Then I met my current wife, who was also in a club (so clubs are great places to make friends). I only blushed and stuttered around her. She started school early, only 18, while I was 21. Around the summer of 2007, I confessed. We held hands, hugged, and my heart was pounding.
For the first two or three months after we officially became a couple, our interactions were limited to holding hands, hugging, and kissing. Here are a few examples of our more intimate moments:
About two months after I confessed my feelings, we were studying in a secluded classroom. It got late, so I told her we wouldn't go home. We ended up sleeping in the classroom that night. I covered her with my clothes. She said she needed to unbutton her bra to fall asleep, so I nervously reached behind her clothes—I remember it had three clasps—and couldn't get it open for a long time. Then, my wife casually reached behind her and opened it. At that moment, I instantly got an erection, pressing against her buttocks. I didn't dare move, and neither did she. My glans, through my pants, rubbed against her buttocks, barely touching them. Later, I slowly tried to put my arms around her waist and around her neck, hugging her from behind. My hand slowly climbed up to her breasts, which I had been longing to touch, and touched them through her clothes and her unhooked bra—my hand was trembling badly. Seeing that she didn't object, I slipped my hand inside her collar. She grabbed my hand, trying to stop me, but with a little force, I managed to get it in (I later realized it was just symbolic resistance). It was the first time I had ever touched a breast (besides my mother's). Her nipples were small, like peanuts (now they're the size of broad beans). Her breasts weren't big (I didn't have a concept of size then, probably somewhere between A and B, and even now they're not much bigger than B-), but the feeling was incredibly wonderful. I held them all night without daring to rub them. Looking back now, it was all so naive.
After the first time, things progressed naturally. She liked wearing T-shirts and skirts. There were many secluded spots on campus—groves, the Lovers' Hill, benches, the playground, etc.—where I would take the opportunity to slip my hand inside her bra, caress her breasts, and French kiss her. She would close her eyes passionately, but rarely moaned or cried out.
Until the summer after our sophomore year, we tacitly agreed not to go home and to stay in the dorms. Later, she came to my dorm (all my roommates had gone home). She only agreed to come to my dorm if I promised not to have sex with her. Every day she wore only her underwear over my jersey (looking back, it was incredibly tempting). We watched movies and joked around in the dorm. Southern summers are hot and humid; we had to shower three times a day. Finally, one time after she came out of the shower, I couldn't take it anymore. I pinned her down on the carpet and tried to pull off her underwear, but she absolutely refused. She grabbed my erect penis and said urgently, "I'll help you get it out, don't put it in me!" Seeing her persistence, I gave up. I said I wanted to see her little sister (my clitoris), so I did: I rubbed her breasts with one hand and spread her thighs with the other, seeing her clitoris up close for the first time. Based on the description in the book, I found the clitoris, labia (one large and one small), vaginal opening, urethral opening, and sparse pubic hair. I gently rubbed her clitoris with my finger, and she shuddered; she was so sensitive. Meanwhile, she awkwardly stroked my penis with one hand, her legs open, her expression dreamy. She was very clumsy at stroking my penis, and I ended up ejaculating by holding her hand myself. Afterwards, she said her hand was so sore!
The whole summer vacation passed happily like this...

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