I am a slutty girl

She was my classmate in high school, in the same grade but a different class. She was the woman I dated during high school. We broke up right after graduating from high school, and to this day, we still can't explain why when we talk about it together.
After our relationship ended, we didn't treat each other like enemies, pretending not to know each other. We still met at classmate gatherings and talked a lot, sharing our innermost thoughts. She's very pretty, 163cm tall. Apparently, even though our relationship wasn't public (only among classmates) at school, male classmates often harassed her on her way home. Later, as more classmates found out, she stopped being harassed.
She dated several men afterward, including a doctor and a company employee, before finally marrying a businessman. The marriage wasn't as good as I'd imagined. The man was wealthy, but he was an alcoholic and often beat her when he came home drunk and things didn't go her way.
Back in the 1990s, when pagers were still in use, one winter night, probably past midnight, her number appeared on my pager. I immediately called back and heard her pleading, clearly crying, begging me to come out. Since I was neither married nor had a girlfriend at the time, I hung up and rushed to the agreed-upon location. Since she was married and I was single, going to a hotel was out of the question, and most entertainment venues were either closed or nearing closing time. To comfort her, I led her to my office. I waited in the office while we chatted; I don't remember what we said, just some helpless attempts to comfort her.
Back in high school, I had every opportunity to sleep with her. We had many chances to be alone together, but we were both so naive back then. It seems like all we did was kiss and hug. How ridiculous that seems now...
Ah~ It was once when a classmate was about to join the army. We'd been playing at her house late, and I was riding my bike to take her home. On the way, we passed the provincial stadium, and I ducked into a corner and lingered there for a long time. That was the first time I'd ever touched a girl's body. It was a cold early winter night, and my hand slowly slipped inside her clothes, touching the soft breasts of a girl who wasn't wearing a bra. I remember her expression when my icy hand touched her skin: surprise! Then she closed her eyes and let me touch her. I don't know if she wanted a man to sleep with her then, but I know she was very aroused, letting me gently touch her. Her breasts look ordinary now, but at the time, it was the first time I'd touched a young girl's chest, and my heart was racing and my penis was rock hard.
They didn't remember how long they touched each other; they both felt so cold they were shivering, so they left...
Years have passed in the blink of an eye. I didn't attend her wedding, and I don't even know about it. I can't really say anything about what happened in her marriage, after all, it's their family matter. I always try to be there for her whenever she's unhappy or upset. At first, I thought this time would be the same. I thought nothing would happen.
The office had air conditioning and heating on, but in the south there wasn't the kind of heating we have in the north. I remember we also turned on the electric heater.
Finally, we kissed, our first intimate contact since we started dating. In the heat of the moment, I pressed her down on the sofa. Although she resisted a little, I still slipped my hand inside her cardigan, starting by touching her small breasts through her bra and blouse... Later, I pulled open her bra and unhooked the back to touch them.
At the time, although I didn't have a girlfriend, I had already been with several women. Now that I had already touched her breasts, I couldn't be so foolish as to stop there. So, even with her slight resistance, I unbuttoned my pants and reached inside to touch her vulva. The slippery feeling clearly showed that she wanted me to do whatever I wanted...
So I turned off the fluorescent lights, leaving only the red glow of the electric heater illuminating the office. Because of the cold weather, I only removed one of her trouser legs, and I didn't take my pants off completely either, just enough to let my penis press against her and do what I wanted. That wasn't all; I just went straight for the bottom of her open legs and thrust in. It was very slippery and went in smoothly.
After my penis entered, she gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, pressing me down without moving, and murmured with her eyes closed: "So good! So good!"
Although I've been with several women before, the earlier ones mostly just elicited "mmm~ mmm~ oh~ oh~," probably due to my youth and the era; I wasn't as open or wild as girls are now. To say something so affectionate like "So good!"
So comfortable! "It was definitely the first time I'd ever experienced this. My mind and senses were instantly stimulated. What stimulated me the most was my body. Besides the slippery and warm feeling of my penis entering, the moment she pressed down on me with both hands to prevent me from moving, I could feel her vagina moving inside me, as if the inside of her vagina was gently touching my penis... That feeling is indescribable and unforgettable to this day."
The whole process only lasted a few minutes before I couldn't take it anymore, so I quickly thrust a few times and ejaculated.
That night we did it just once. Afterwards, we chatted for a while after we finished cleaning up... until dawn. I took her to the entrance of her workplace and then she took a taxi home.
After we broke through each other's physical boundaries, we continued this relationship, but not frequently. Firstly, she was often busy with family matters and the timing was always inconvenient, and secondly, I was single at the time and had to be somewhat considerate. It was probably only a few times a year. But I found it strange that with other women, I could perform normally and fully enjoy the pleasure of the physical friction and vigorous thrusting, but with her, I couldn't hold back for more than a few minutes because of the contractions of her tender flesh inside.
I remember one time I invited her to a karaoke room, and we had sex there. It was over quickly, but afterwards I wanted more, so I started touching her until she was very wet, but my penis wouldn't get erect. When we left, she said to me, "Why are you so useless?"
I told her at the time: Yeah! I really don't know how things got so fast between us, and it can't continue.
She gave a cold laugh, probably laughing at me for bragging. But these kinds of things are impossible to explain. So I just left it at that.
Later, we went on a date. I asked her to come to a hotel. This time, I thoroughly reviewed my physical sensations from previous encounters and made ample preparations. So, before we started, I told her I was going to bring a condom. At first, she was unhappy and said, "Do you think I'm dirty?"
After explaining for a while, I said no, I just wanted to try and see if I could last longer with a condom. That time, I really achieved my goal, driving her completely crazy. All she kept saying was, "So good! So good!" and kept asking me, "How did you suddenly become so amazing? Did you take drugs?" "That's more like it, otherwise I wouldn't want to be with you!"
I only had that one experience with her, and it's really strange, it was just a small cut, but once it was over, everything was fine.
When I'm with her, she does almost the same thing every time. In the first few minutes after penetration, she presses down on my buttocks to stop me from moving, muttering, "So good! So good!" Her vagina is constantly writhing, making my penis feel incredibly good, as if there's another little mouth inside her giving me a blowjob... This is probably her most pleasurable moment. After she's enjoyed herself, as she leans her body towards mine, I know I can move, I can start thrusting hard. With my large thrusts and hard pounding, her legs also hook around my buttocks and press them towards her body, as if my strength alone is not enough to satisfy her.
I don't have sex with her very often, a few times a year, or even once every few years. Although we often meet and chat, sharing our innermost thoughts, the opportunities and atmosphere for sex are not many.
Perhaps I'm ignorant and haven't met many women. Although I consider myself to have had quite a few experiences with women, among all of them, she's the only one whose vaginal muscles move so much that my penis can fully enjoy oral sex inside her.

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