My first boyfriend

I was only 13 years old then, traveling abroad with my mother. I met him (Frank
) on the tour, a boy a year older than me. Having always attended all-girls schools, I was always curious about boys. Two boys in the tour group were pursuing me, both hoping I would be their girlfriend to help them through the long trip. Having never been in a relationship before, I decided to choose one of them. On the morning of the third day after we met, Frank asked me to go for a walk. As we entered the elevator to go downstairs, he grabbed me and
forcibly took my first kiss. I was stunned by his actions and didn't realize I should resist. By the time I realized this wouldn't work, his hands were already roaming over my chest. I weakly pushed him away. The elevator doors opened, and I angrily walked out! During our walk, he kissed me again and again, and I stopped refusing. I felt a strange, subtle feeling that made my heart race. And just like that, I unknowingly became his travel companion. He was a rather handsome boy, and he was skilled with girls, but I really didn't like his behavior. In the following days, he repeatedly asked me to take off my clothes so he could caress me, and I reluctantly complied each time. I really don't know what I was thinking at the time. The 17-day trip did make me very happy and made me feel the romance of love. The trip ended, and we both went home, but I still considered him my boyfriend. I knew he had several girlfriends in Shanghai, but I didn't mind much. Later, he went to the United States. We continued our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

Every time he had a holiday, he would come back from the United States, and sometimes he would stay at my house. My house is quite big, and his room is next to mine. Every day, he would sneak into my room very late and spend the long nights with me. He kept asking me to have sex with him, saying that if I didn't, he would get sick and wouldn't be able to have children in the future, and told me not to be so cruel. Although I had known how men and women have children for a long time, I knew nothing about other aspects of sex, but I felt that I was still very young, and having sex with him would harm my body. So I waited for a whole year. One day, he came to my house. My parents weren't home. He told me about his relationship with his American girlfriend. In a fit of anger, I retorted that I could do what they could. Later, he asked me, "Would you like to have sex with me? If you could, I would love you to death and break up with them all!"
I angrily replied, "Fine, I'll do it! What's the big deal?" (Looking back now, it was incredibly childish!) He started kissing me until his penis became erect. I thought it was time to insert it, but I wasn't excited at all, and I wasn't wet! I just wanted to finish him off quickly. He pressed down on me and started to insert himself. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain. I pushed him away forcefully and told him I didn't want to do it anymore, but he ignored me and kept pushing. I felt like my genitals were being torn apart. I screamed in pain and scratched his back with my nails. (Now I think what he did was no different from rape.) But after the excruciating pain came endless pleasure. After a while, he pulled out and ejaculated on the sheets. My sheets were stained red; blood was still flowing! But he showed no remorse or pity, saying, "It's your first time, isn't it? It hurts so much to touch my penis!" Damn it! What a beast!

Every day after that, I worried about getting pregnant. My graduation physical was in a few days, and if they found out I wasn't a virgin, I was doomed. If I had a child, at only 15, my parents would yell at me, I'd be expelled from school, and my classmates would look down on me. Suddenly, I felt so dirty, so promiscuous. I started to regret my actions. Until one day, my period finally came. The physical didn't check for these things, and I passed smoothly. I was as happy as a child, thinking the nightmare was over! Later, every time he came to my house, he demanded sex. I was forcefully conquered by him, and each time it hurt so much. I started to hate sex, feeling that women couldn't possibly experience pleasure! It wasn't like what was written in books at all! I started to hate this man and finally broke up with him. He wouldn't agree, acting as if we hadn't broken up every time we met. Later, when I was in high school, I told him I had a boyfriend and played a disappearing act with him. This time, I finally broke up with him successfully. I finally got rid of this man who didn't cherish women!

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