Rongrong had her roommate do it for her.

Since meeting Rongrong, my life has changed, and so has my sex life; she changed me. She brought me unparalleled pleasure each time, making me hopelessly addicted to sex with her. We became inseparable, to the point that she started telling me her sex stories.
At that time, Rongrong was still in her teens. Thinking she could get some easy work from a good person, she found her first job. Unexpectedly, she gave her virginity to her same-sex roommate. To skip the irrelevant details and get straight to the point, I'll jump directly to Rongrong's first time.
After dinner, Rongrong returned to the bedroom. Her roommate noticed that Rongrong was undressing in front of her, a little shy about getting into bed in just her pajamas. So she started undressing Rongrong piece by piece, then encouraged her to do it herself. Seeing herself naked, Rongrong blushed and quickly hid under the covers.
Her roommate laughed and soon came to Rongrong's side. According to her (somewhat dubious), she was twenty-five, but judging from her appearance, she described herself as at least ten years younger.
Not long after, her roommate lay down. Never forgetting her mission in any situation that might arouse impure thoughts, she turned and embraced Rongrong, beginning to kiss her passionately. This action was both novel and strange, but I understood that this was perhaps a Chinese way of expressing affection, simply a gesture of goodwill. Thinking this, Rongrong resolved not to disappoint her, foolishly returning the kisses and caresses with equal fervor. This encouraged her, and her hands became restless, roaming freely over Rongrong's body, touching, pinching, and kneading. This novel sensation didn't frighten Rongrong, but rather greatly excited and surprised her.
At the same time, she uttered sweet words, making Rongrong even more compliant. Rongrong wasn't afraid, knowing it wouldn't lead to anything, especially since the other person was undoubtedly a woman. She guided Rongrong's hands to her pair of loose breasts—at least to Rongrong, the size and volume of which was enough to show she was a woman, though Rongrong hadn't compared them to anyone else's.
Rongrong lay obediently, as she wished. Her caresses evoked no other sensations, only novelty and—so far—a faint, almost imperceptible pleasure. Rongrong stretched out her body, letting her unrestrained hands caress her, a caress like a raging fire sweeping across her body, melting away everything in its path.
Rongrong's breasts—if you call them two firm, erect mounds—were already budding, or rather, aroused by the caresses. They played in her palms for a while before relaxing. Her hands slid across Rongrong's smooth skin, feeling the soft down beneath. Just a few months ago, they had only just grown, adding to the ultimate pleasure and providing pleasant cover for the most sensitive and sweet spot; until this moment, this private place had been so innocent and naive. Her fingers teased and entwined the downy tendrils at the base of the mound; heaven had endowed women with this hidden place, both for beauty and for pleasure.
But she didn't stop there; her aim was the most crucial spot. She began to thrust, sliding back and forth, her fingers moving with unusual speed. Rongrong should have jumped off the bed and screamed for help, but unknowingly, she had ignited her own desire, causing her to abandon all shame and tolerate
the intrusion.
There, for the first time, another's hand was pinching and squeezing her petals, making them open, until a "Ah!" hurt Rongrong; her unopened passage was so tight that it wouldn't allow any further exploration. Rongrong's limbs were spread out, her body limp, moaning and panting. This experienced harlot knew that Rongrong liked her actions and felt no disgust, so she seized the opportunity to kiss and flatter Rongrong, saying things like, "Oh! How charming you are! How happy the first man who made you a woman must be! Oh! If only I were a man!" These words were frequently interrupted by her kisses, which were as passionate as a man's, filled with desire.
Rongrong herself had already forgotten herself, in a daze, her soul drifting away. This stimulation was really hard for Rongrong to bear. Rongrong's senses, heightened by excitement and fear, were in a state of confusion, to the point that her consciousness was blurred. Tears of pleasure welled up in her eyes, somewhat extinguishing Rongrong's burning desire.
Her roommate was a seasoned pro, familiar with all the techniques and methods of pleasing people. In this game, she seemed to discover that she also had wild and willful tastes. It should be noted that everyone has their own preferences. She didn't dislike men, nor did she particularly like women. But when the usual ways of enjoying pleasure made her a little tired, coupled with her secret fetish, the scene just now could also make her extremely happy. Where this pleasure came from, and by what gender, was irrelevant. In view of this, she had no doubt that her caresses had ignited Rongrong's desire, so she gently let the sheets slide off Rongrong's body. Rongrong was completely naked, her undergarments rolled up to her neck, but she was powerless to resist, and even the deepening blush on her face revealed her lust.
My roommate said, “My dear, don’t show this to me. I want to caress you, and I also want to feast my eyes on these lively breasts. I haven’t seen enough. Let me kiss them again. So firm, smooth, white! What a beautiful shape! And this alluring lower part! Oh! Let me see this small, lovely, tender valley. It’s so perfect, it’s irresistible! I want it! I must!” She took Rongrong’s hand and eagerly led it to where you can probably guess. How different the feeling was! It was a thick, gnarled patch of grass, a mature, complete woman. She led Rongrong’s hand without hesitation to her cave. As soon as she felt it enter her body, she began to rock back and forth, the friction fast and urgent. Rongrong immediately pulled her hand back, but it was already sticky and wet. My roommate sighed a few times, let out a few soul-stirring moans, and then calmed down. She gave Rongrong a kiss, so passionate that I seemed to feel her soul, and then covered them with the sheets.
Rongrong wouldn't tell you how satisfied she was, but that night, she knew her body had been ablaze with desire, her mind had entertained the first decadent thought, and she knew that for an innocent woman, associating with a decadent woman was just as fatal as being seduced by a man. But let's continue. Phoebe had calmed down, while Rongrong was far from satisfied. Her roommate cleverly guided Rongrong to follow the arrangements of her virtuous employer, and from Rongrong's naive answers, she was certain she would succeed. Because Rongrong was so foolish, gullible, and enthusiastic.
After a long talk, Rongrong's bed partner helped her rest; the emotional storm had left her exhausted.

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