Our Beginning 2

Continuing from last time.
For a long time, she barely spoke to me. I didn't know if she was sad too, but I was definitely sad. Every time I asked her out, she would make excuses and say she wanted to sleep in her dorm. Finally, one day, after an event, many people were having bubble tea together. After we finished, I followed her and said, "Come for a walk with me." I looked at her firmly, and this time she didn't pull away. She nodded and we walked in silence, around the soccer field. She said she had to go back, and I hugged her tightly. She tried to break free, but I didn't let go.
"You've always been the one taking the initiative to be nice to me. Suddenly ignoring me makes me feel scared." Because she had always been the one taking the initiative to ask me out for meals, shopping, and to the library, and I had never given her a definite answer. Maybe she was tired too. After all, she was a girl with many suitors.
There was a little incident before. A classmate from the same college, whom we all knew well, had been pursuing her. Because I knew her QQ password (he gave it to me when I helped her retrieve some files, and I hadn't changed it), I saw many messages he had sent her when I logged in one day. However, she never replied to a single one, even though the comments section was constantly filled with messages. I think she was waiting for me to say something. During our last walk together one summer, I saw him calling her. I snatched the phone and said, "I'll answer this call." She got angry and said she would say yes to him if he answered. I gave the phone back to her, but she didn't answer or hang up.
She came back, and after I hugged her, I noticed she slowly gave up resisting. I started kissing her. She didn't respond or resist, letting me kiss her.
"I've missed you so much lately. Don't you miss me?"
"I'm so afraid of losing you like this."
She remained silent, slowly starting to hug me.
"My girlfriends all say you're just playing around. We've been like this for so long, it's always been a game of flirting. We've done everything couples do, but we're not a couple, which scares me, especially after that night."
I suddenly felt like a jerk, but not as cool as a jerk.
"Let's be together."
"Okay."
She hugged me, kissed me, and happily took my hand to the bubble tea shop on campus. It

was a seven-day National Day holiday. Her home was nearby, mine was far, but it was my birthday, so she went home for two days and then rushed back to school to celebrate with me. One cake, two people, one happy birthday. After we finished the cake, I looked at her and said, "I don't want to go back to the dorm today." She looked at me with doting eyes: "It's your birthday today, I'll do whatever you want, you're the boss."
I asked: "What if I want you today?"
"It's your birthday today, and there are still four hours until the end of your birthday celebration. For these four hours, I'll do whatever you say."
The message couldn't be clearer. So I took her to a hotel. As soon as we entered the room, I started kissing her passionately and began undressing her. She just went along with it until she was completely naked.
"Can you be gentler? This is my first time."
I was stunned. She'd been with her ex-boyfriend for a year, and she was still a virgin? I was a little skeptical, wondering if she was just trying to make me happy. I insisted it was truly my first time, and then I hesitated. I hugged her and kissed her for a while, but didn't go all the way.
Then we watched TV for a bit, and at 11:59 PM, she smiled and asked me, "I only have one minute left to give you. After one minute, I won't let you have your way anymore." I hugged her and said, "Let's sleep."
We slept naked like that. In the middle of the night, I couldn't stand the hard erection, so I started kissing her, my tongue swirling around her breasts. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. I rolled over and pressed myself against her, saying, "I want it." She replied, "Have you thought it through?"
"I've made up my mind, what about you?"
"Come on,"
she said, sounding like she was sacrificing herself for a revolution.
Since it wasn't my first time, and I had some sexual experience, I started kissing her from top to bottom until I reached her navel. She stopped me, saying it was dirty down there. I stopped and started gently stroking around her vulva with my hands. It was so wet; every time I touched her, she trembled, her toes pointed, and she gently bit her lip. She looked incredibly alluring. I reached into my bag for a condom, but she grabbed my hand.
"I don't want to use a condom this first time."
My lust got the better of me. Since you're asking me not to, then so be it.
I aimed and inserted it. It was very tight, and she looked like she was in a lot of pain. Then she grabbed my buttocks and said, "Put it all the way in." When I inserted it all the way in, she cried from the pain. I was shocked; it really was her first time. (PS: Many articles describe feeling a membrane being punctured during the first penetration. Including my ex-girlfriend, I've slept with two virgins, but I didn't feel that membrane, although I bled both times.) She held my buttocks in pain, tears streaming down her face, and looked at me firmly, saying, "Go ahead and move. It'll only hurt this once."
Because she was afraid of getting blood on the sheets, she put a towel under her buttocks.
I started moving slowly. It was incredibly tight inside. I started to feel like I'd struck gold; I'd met such a wonderful woman, maybe she was just waiting for me.
Although it wasn't my first time, it was just too tight. I ejaculated all inside her in about five minutes. After I finished, she hugged me tightly and said gently, "I'm yours now. You have to take responsibility for me." She kissed me first, then got up and went to the bathroom. I saw a drop of red on the towel, not a pool of blood like in the movies. Since the bathroom door was open to me, I saw there was still a lot of blood on the toilet paper when she wiped, so she was definitely a virgin. We started sleeping in each other's arms. I asked her, "Was your ex-boyfriend a saint? You had such a beautiful girlfriend, and you were together for a year, and you're still a virgin?" She punched me a few times and said, "He wasn't as lecherous as you.
" "Didn't you two stay out together this past year?"
"We went out together, but only to sleep in each other's arms. The first time I was touched on the breast was when you touched me."
I was really shocked, but thinking back, it was true. Her ex-boyfriend was a senior in our year. She just accepted his advances because he was nice to her. That senior seemed like a pretentious, upright 'gentleman,' so it's true what they say, "Women don't love bad men."

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