My unforgettable first love

My first love dates back to high school. I met her in my first year; she had just graduated and started

teaching math at our county's top high school, and she was also my homeroom teacher.
Since it was her first year, she was

n't on the other hand, had undergone a significant transformation from middle school to high school; I became more eloquent and enjoyed

chatting with the girls in my class, especially my homeroom teacher, whom I grew very close to.
She liked my integrity, confidence, and fearlessness in the face of difficulties. I enjoyed chatting with her, and she told

me about her university experiences. We grew closer, and when she had work-related problems, I helped her find solutions.

She lived on campus, and her dormitory wasn't far from ours, so we often chatted late into the night, sometimes

having meals at her place. Over time, feelings developed, and I unknowingly fell in love with her.
The first major turning point in our relationship came when she told me about her boyfriend, how he treated her badly, and how

her family disapproved of their relationship.
When a girl tells you about her feelings without reservation, it means she completely trusts you,

and that's the best time for a man to make his move.
So I spent all my time with her, telling her jokes, making her laugh, buying her little things, and

sometimes bringing her food when I went home. She was incredibly touched.
The second turning point came with her diary. That morning, I went to her place for breakfast. I'd often

eaten breakfast and dinner there before, so it was normal. She was washing her face, and I noticed something was off because she wasn't paying attention to

me. Sensing something was wrong, I sat down on the edge of the bed. The room was small, just a bed and a stool.
I saw a diary on the table and picked it up to read. After reading it, I felt like I only saw three words:

"Teacher-student relationship."
I laughed and cried at the same time, saying, "Is this why you're ignoring me?"
She said, "Yes, because we've been getting close lately, and students and teachers are talking about us."
I said, "We're not doing anything!"
Before, there really wasn't anything; it was just simple eating, chatting, discussing problems, being happy, pure and innocent.

Anyone who lies is a son of a bitch. People just gossip, and it actually happened.

I still hate it when I think about it now.
She turned to me and said, "Come to my place after school on Saturday, let's have a good talk."
I waited for Saturday, feeling depressed. Everyone had either gone home or gone out to play.
I went to the teacher's dormitory, and she still had a stern face. I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I just sat on the bed

without speaking.
She started lecturing me, telling me I was still young, that studying was important… and so on.
Eventually, I got annoyed, but I calmly said, "I know what to do now. I won't come looking for

you anymore. "
I got up to leave, but as soon as I stood up, she grabbed me. I turned my head and saw her eyes were wet. I

didn't know why my eyes were wet too.
She suddenly hugged me and said, "Do you think I wanted this? But I'm under a lot of pressure too."
We hugged and cried for a while.
I said first, "Fine, let's see each other less often in the future, and I won't come to see you here often."
She didn't say anything, but with tears in her eyes, she kissed the right side of my cheek.
I was stunned. I was completely stunned. I didn't know what to do. All my previous worries vanished.

I was young and impetuous, and having read a few books on premarital sex education, I knew what was going on. I tentatively

kissed her cheek.
That kiss opened the door to our real sex life. After
I kissed her, she brought my lips to hers for a kiss. Being a first-timer, I couldn't

resist the temptation and unconsciously pulled her into my arms, kissing her passionately. We didn't have sex the first time,

not even before her marriage. I'll tell you the details later.
"What happened after the kiss?"
After the kiss, she said, "Let's have a farewell dinner!"
I said, "Okay." So we ate out for the first time. I ate dumplings;

I forget what she ate, but I remember that from then on, she also liked dumplings.
The third turning point was spending the night together.
That was after the farewell dinner. We didn't see each other alone for about two weeks, only during class

, but the way we looked at each other was different.
We also had Saturdays when everyone was out, and we'd have passionate kisses in the dorm, but we never

crossed that line.
Finally, one winter night, after I finished helping her prepare her lessons, during our goodbye kiss, my hand suddenly slipped

inside her clothes and found her breast. She didn't object, but I found something even more stimulating.
I recalled a parenting book I'd read, which described a woman's erogenous zones, and I did exactly as the book suggested

. She seemed to enjoy it more and more, and the more she enjoyed it, the more I enjoyed it too, so I didn't stop. Our

movements became increasingly intense. Suddenly, she stopped and said, "Wait, let me lock the door."
When she came back, she immediately turned off the light. Na?ve and clueless, my heart pounded wildly; it was my first time experiencing intimacy.
I pulled her into my arms, pushed her onto the bed, and began kissing her passionately, my hands constantly exploring her upper body

. That feeling was a first for me, unforgettable. Even now, thinking about it makes my penis feel warm.
Then she said, "After I take off my clothes, you should take yours off too."
Like an obedient child, I obediently took off my clothes.
She didn't take off her underwear, but her bra was gone. Without any restraint, my movements became more

unrestrained , and her expression was very lewd as she was being rubbed; perhaps every woman is the same.
My penis couldn't take it anymore, and it was rock hard, pressing against her.
She kept rubbing her panties against my penis.
At this moment, I really wanted to see her vagina, so I said, "Turn on the lamp, let me see yours."
I was too shy to say what it was; thinking about it now, it's a bit funny.
She silently agreed and turned on the lamp. It was the first time I had seen a woman's vagina, or more accurately,

the external vagina of a virgin.
As I looked, I thought of scenes in porn where men kiss women's genitals, and I couldn't help but kiss

her . The first time, her legs contracted slightly, squeezing my head a little tighter. I felt very stimulated, although there was

a slightly strange smell.
Without thinking much, I kissed her even more passionately. She moaned softly in response to my increasing intensity

, which only fueled my kisses. Her legs clamped tighter around my head

, and we both reveled in this unprecedented thrill.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled me up from below, holding me tightly, and began pulling down my

underwear. At first,
I didn't dare to take it all off, and my penis sprang out, rubbing against her vaginal walls. She

seemed to enjoy it, but when I tried to penetrate her, her expression showed pain. I knew that a virgin's first

time was always painful, so I held back and didn't push in. I just rubbed against her until finally, my penis couldn't take it anymore, and

I ejaculated outside. It was the first time I'd ejaculated in front of a woman, and also the first time I'd felt so good.
I've given her so many firsts.
After I finished, she hugged me tightly, snuggling into my arms like a kitten, and asked, "Where did you learn all this

? How come you dare to kiss me there?"
I said shyly, "From books and TV."
She also said shyly, "When will you show it to me?"
Her voice was incredibly gentle, with a touch of innocent shyness. At that moment, I felt a

sense of pride as a man, a feeling that I was truly a man.
I asked her, "Did it hurt when I penetrated you?"
She said, "Yes, and we can't do that. I want to give my first time to my husband."
I didn't say anything; we just held each other tightly.
She was 23, and I was 17. We were six years apart. Could she wait for me for six years? Our union seemed destined

to fail , but failure is also a kind of outcome.
After the passion subsided, we returned to reality. She said, "You can't let anyone find you here tomorrow morning

. Go back to your dorm at five."
I said okay, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
That was also the first time I slept with a woman in the real sense. I slept soundly that night, but I still got up at five

to go back to my dorm.
After that, we had intermittent sex without penetration, but each time it was very comfortable.
A few times were quite funny. Originally, she was the only teacher in her dorm, but then another teacher came. This seemed to interfere with our

plans, but unexpectedly, after the other teacher fell asleep, I went to her bed and made out

with . The feeling of illicit sex excited me even more.
There was also a little incident: one time her younger sister slept in the same bed with her. The two beds were pushed together, and

we wanted to do *that*, so she slept in the middle, I slept on her left, and her sister slept on her right. We only slept after her sister fell asleep.

Thinking about it now, it's a bit absurd, a bit ridiculous, but that's what happened, and I experienced it firsthand. The thrill was a

unique kind of excitement.
The good times didn't last long. After the New Year, she changed. One time I talked to her, and she said she had to

get married this year, and the groom was her ex-boyfriend.
My heart was broken. From then on, I barely spoke to her, but sometimes I couldn't help but go to her. I didn't

know if it was because of sex or because of feelings, but I was certain that every time I went to her, we would have sex.

Although it wasn't love in the true sense, we were both satisfied. Maybe that was all we could do

.
Fate played a cruel trick on us. In our second year of high school, we were separated into different classes. I left her class and went to an unfamiliar one, while she,

like other couples about to get married, got engaged, bought gifts, and prepared for the New Year.
As for me, I endured the feeling of being abandoned alone. I was very lost then. I told myself not to go to her.

I really hated her. I even thought about suicide. That time, I thought about jumping off the second floor, and she saw me.
She seemed to faint suddenly. I immediately ran over to support her. She cried, tears welling in her eyes, and said,

"Do you want to kill me?"
I cried too, but my eyes were filled with tears, and I couldn't make a sound.
She angrily went back to her dormitory, and I followed her there. As soon as she entered, she closed the door and

then knelt down in front of me. I was stunned and quickly helped her up.
She knelt down, crying, "Please, please live well! I don't want to ruin your life. Promise me

you 'll study hard, okay?"
I had never felt such heartache before, especially from my teacher kneeling and begging me. I cried and said, "I promise you,

I'll live well."
That calmed the storm.
She continued her life, while I remained in pain, heartbroken for the first time.
It started raining. Everyone else was running home, but I waded through the puddles, getting soaked in the rain. Only

when I was soaked could my heart find peace; only when I was soaked could I feel my own existence. I

truly loved; I gave my whole heart to love. But my love was so

fragile .
Some say, "The best way to heal heartbreak is to transfer your affections."
I say, "That's the truth."
In another class, I got to know that girl, who later became my girlfriend. She healed me. I'll tell you more about our story

in a couple of days . Then I transferred my affections to

that girl, let's call her CX for now!
When I went home, my heart didn't ache as much anymore. She didn't say much after she found out, since she was the one who broke

her promise .
Another year passed, and she got married smoothly before the new year.
After returning home for the New Year, I didn't know how to face her.
But after school started, I still couldn't let go of her. Her husband taught in another town, and I didn't know when he

would come. I heard he was going through the procedures to come to our school, and I was worried, so I thought I'd

go see her.
One afternoon after school, I went to her place. The bed was the same, but the blankets, mattress, and pillows were all

new. Seeing this, I felt another pang of heartache. She was expressionless when she saw me.
I spoke first: "Where's he?"
She said, "He went home. He's going through the procedures. He might be teaching here in a couple of days."
I said "Oh."
The situation was very awkward. We didn't know what to do, but impulse told us we needed

sex.
I was a little impulsive, really, because I really wanted to do that. It was more comfortable than masturbation, and we had

a history of it. So when I took her hand and she didn't resist, I knew I could do it.
She cautiously closed the door first, while I couldn't wait to carry her to the bed, followed by a

crazy kiss. While I was kissing her, she eagerly explored my body. We were like

cotton balls doused in oil, ignited instantly and uncontrollably.
We didn't care how we took off our clothes; we were both naked and doing it. I picked her up, and my penis, hard as it was,

accidentally slipped inside her.
Oh my god, the urge surged through my body like an electric shock. Under this stimulation

, I thrust even harder. She faced me, completely exposed before me, her wanton expression a stark contrast to her usual sternness

, as if this only fueled my desire. I thrust tirelessly, and

the blissful expression on her face told me she was willing to let me. I didn't know where to put my hands.
Less than two minutes later, I felt myself about to ejaculate, so I put her on the edge of the bed, thrust rapidly a few times,

and ejaculated inside her. It

was my first time, and it was internal ejaculation; the feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, and from then on, I loved that feeling.
That's how we had our first and only time together after she got married. I

never
. And she asked me not to bring it up again.
Perhaps it was moral reasons, or perhaps her conscience told her she had wronged her husband, so we

never did it again.
But I must say, it was her husband who stole the woman I loved first, even though we knew we wouldn't

end up together .
At the time, I didn't feel any guilt; I even felt it was normal for us to be like this.
I don't know what I was thinking then; maybe I was too naive. Thinking about it now, it seems crazy.
My first time sleeping with a woman, and I even performed oral sex! My first time was with a married woman! Perhaps I was destined to be

an extraordinary person, hence this extraordinary first love.
Needless to say, our relationship ended. I fell in love with another woman, and she and her husband lived their own lives.

Neither bothered the other.
Maybe we really weren't meant to be.
[The End
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