That Year I Was in My Third Year of Junior High (Chapter 4: Spring Has Arrived)

At the end of February, school started, and I arrived at school early with immense excitement. Finally, I could
see my beloved Siyu again! I ran to the classroom and found many classmates had already
arrived, chatting in small groups, their laughter echoing through the air.
Reaching my seat, I noticed Siyu wasn't there yet, so I grabbed a rag and started cleaning my desk,
also wiping Siyu's desk and chair clean as well. A short while later, I felt a fragrant breeze. Looking up,
I saw Siyu, smiling as she watched me wipe her desk and chair. Whether it was from a
good winter break or shyness, Siyu's face was unusually rosy, a delicate, fair
complexion that stirred a strange desire within me.
At this moment, she sat down, turned her head, and asked me with a smile, "How was your winter vacation?" I almost blurted
out, "I missed you so much!" but I held back and replied, "Not bad, how about you?" She smiled and
said, "Very good. I went to Hainan with my parents for the Spring Festival." You have to understand, in the 1990s,
very few families could afford to travel to other places for the Spring Festival (now it's quite common), which shows Siyu's
family's superior financial situation and open-minded family values.
We chatted about what we had seen and heard and the interesting things we had done during the winter vacation. We
were both exceptionally excited. Of course, I omitted the stories about watching porn in the countryside and peeping at women bathing—
things I later told Siyu as our relationship deepened. Before we knew it, the school bell rang. Although we were both reluctant to stop talking, we both 　　fell silent
when the homeroom teacher walked into the classroom . 　　 The class was still incredibly boring, and my thoughts drifted back to the 　　scene before the holiday when Siyu put her hand in my pocket. I wondered if she would do that now, and a secret anticipation crept in. 　　 About half the class passed, and Siyu listened attentively to the homeroom teacher reviewing the winter break homework, without 　　doing anything I was hoping for. I was a little disappointed; she had probably forgotten the warm 　　feeling in my pocket. Thinking this, I felt a pang of sadness. Just then, I suddenly felt a movement on my thigh, 　　and my spirits lifted instantly. My heart cried out, "She's here! Her soft little hand has finally 　　come!" 　　 Since the winter break had just ended, although the weather wasn't as cold as before the break, the feeling of spring was still lingering 　　. The temperature was still quite low in the mornings and evenings, so after half a class, Siyu probably felt her hands were cold again 　　. She habitually slipped her hands into my pockets once more. It seemed she hadn't forgotten that warm feeling 　　. But did she remember that time she accidentally touched my penis? I remember it clearly 　　, as if it happened yesterday. 　　 In this pleasant memory, under the touch of Siyu's small hands, I felt my erection again 　　. My desire was burning little by little. I could even feel my erect penis throbbing slightly inside my underwear 　　, but Siyu seemed oblivious, still listening attentively to the lesson. 　　 I kept turning my head to look at her. Her full, girlish breasts rose and fell with her breath. 　　Whether it was my imagination or not, I felt that after the winter break, her breasts had grown considerably, almost like 　　those of an adult woman, even surpassing those of Uncle Wang's college daughter, whom I had secretly peeked at during the winter break 　　. And her skin was so delicate, translucent, and captivating. I even fantasized about how 　　wonderful 　　it would be to secretly watch Siyu bathe and see her beautiful body. 　　 Thinking of this, I felt my penis swell further, and a lot of fluid leaked from the glans 　　, soaking my underwear. (Later, I learned that it was pre-ejaculate 　　, the lubricant secreted to lubricate the penis for easier penetration.) Siyu's small hands occasionally 　　rubbed against my thighs as she moved her upper body, sometimes even touching the groin. This 　　made my already erect penis even more excited, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. 　　 But in class, especially with Siyu's hand still in my pocket, how could I just 　　ejaculate like that? So I quickly got up and said to the teacher, "Teacher, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet." Without waiting for the teacher's 　　permission, I rushed to the toilet. Luckily, it was during class time, and the large men's toilet was empty 　　. I quickly pulled out my throbbing, hot penis and started masturbating. After less than ten strokes, I ejaculated. 　　I thought to myself, "So much this time, so thick." 　　 The semen shot directly onto the wall next to the toilet. Afraid of being discovered, I even scooped up some water to 　　wash it away. Thinking about it now, it's really embarrassing. 　　 Back in my seat, because I had just ejaculated, my face was still flushed and my breathing was rapid. Siyu turned 　　her head and asked softly, "What happened just now? Your stomach suddenly hurt?" Looking at my face, she said, "Are you sick 　　? Your face is so red." Her words made me even more embarrassed, and my face turned even redder. 　　 Suddenly, she grasped my hand. I was startled at first, then heard her say, "Your palms aren't hot, you don't have 　　a fever!" I lowered my head and replied, "I'm fine, I probably ate something bad last night." She 　　said "Oh," and withdrew her hand to continue listening to the lesson. But my heart couldn't calm down for a long time, recalling that moment 　　, feeling both thrilled and excited. 　　 Days passed by, and seeing the willow branches gradually sprouting in the school, I knew—spring had arrived 　　. 　　 As the temperature slowly rose, Siyu no longer put her hands in my pockets, which made me feel 　　a little disappointed. Fortunately, as the temperature rose, our relationship gradually warmed up. 　　We went to class and ate together every day, and I would walk her home after school. Occasionally, we would play ping- 　　pong together on weekends. This brought me some comfort. 　　 The temperature changed day by day, and Siyu's clothes became 　　lighter and lighter, making her alluring breasts more prominent. Sometimes, I would stare at her chest for the entire class, and occasionally...

She caught us, but because we were both interested in developing our relationship further, she would always blush and angrily say, "What are you looking at
, you pervert, you're so annoying!" And every time, I felt incredibly happy and blissful.
Sometimes after class, when we were chatting and joking together, I would even intentionally or unintentionally touch her soft
breasts. I don't know if she didn't notice my actions, but she never resisted.
Sometimes during class, I would even take her hand and hold it in mine, and she would just blush and let me do as I pleased. Her little hands
were so soft; several times I wanted to put them between my legs to touch my sensitive penis, but ultimately
I didn't have the courage.
May arrived, and everyone switched to thin shirts. Siyu changed her clothes every two days on average,
showcasing her beautiful outfits. Her beauty attracted the attention of many boys in the class,
making her the class beauty in the eyes of many. But I was the only boy who could get close to her, a
fact that I'm still proud of even years later.
The thin shirt could no longer conceal Siyu's proud breasts. Sometimes I could even
clearly see the outline of her breasts through her light-colored shirt. This sight often made me hard to stand in class.
Therefore, I deliberately touched her breasts more and more frequently, and Siyu seemed to get used to my actions
. As long as I didn't go too far, I would always get a "You're so annoying!" and a beautiful eye roll from her,
which further encouraged my confidence and determination to actually touch her breasts.
I remember it was a PE class. The boys ran 800 meters and the girls ran 400 meters. After we boys finished,
we sat on the playground to rest, admiring the beautiful figures of the girls running. We would also whisper and discuss
which girl was pretty, which girl had big breasts, a perky butt, and so on. As a normal teenage
boy, I also participated, and bursts of lewd laughter would occasionally come from the sidelines.
Just then, Siyu, whom I had been eagerly anticipating, ran towards me. Her face was flushed, and beads
of sweat glistened on her forehead, but what was most eye-catching were her breasts, which swayed rhythmically up and down with her running.
The sight made me want to have a nosebleed on the spot, and a surge of lust rose in my lower abdomen; I felt my penis
stirring again.
Finally, the last girl crossed the finish line, and the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Everyone picked up
their bags to go home (back then, to avoid interfering with academic studies, our PE class was usually scheduled for
the last period in the afternoon). I walked up to Siyu with my bag. "I'll buy you some water later," I said to her.
Perhaps she was a little tired; she just smiled and nodded without saying a word.
I followed behind her, watching her pack her things. Then we walked to the edge of the playground and sat down.
After about ten minutes, she said, "I'm actually a little tired today." I guessed she was slipping and said, "You just have
n't been exercising enough. Looks like I'll have to exercise with you more often." She didn't seem to understand the
double meaning of my "exercise," and turned to me, saying, "Don't go back on your word. I'll come find you when I want to exercise, so don't hide
, haha."
By then, the school was getting quieter, and we slowly walked towards the convenience store. On
the tree-lined path leading to the store, looking at her flushed face and the heaving of her breasts with her breath, I couldn't suppress my
desire and gently hugged her from behind, my hands grasping her breasts that I had longed for.
In that instant, I touched her two soft mounds, like two balls of cotton, or like two hot
water bottles filled with warm water—it was a feeling beyond words. She was stunned by the sudden embrace, frozen
in place. At that moment, I felt time stand still, and the surroundings quieted down, the only sound being our
increasingly heavy breathing.
My penis also stood erect in that instant. Since I was hugging Siyu from behind, my erection
pressed against her buttocks. Siyu seemed to sense the unusual sensation on her buttocks, suddenly snapping back to reality and
trying to break free of my embrace. However, because my grip was perhaps a little tight, she couldn't break free the first time. Then she
struggled again, forcefully separating my arms with her elbows, while simultaneously thrusting her buttocks back slightly, pushing my body away.
This thrust felt like my penis was inserted into the crevice of her buttocks, almost causing me to ejaculate
.
After leaving my embrace, her face flushed and cheeks puffed out, she angrily yelled at me, "What are you doing?"
Startled by her outburst, I dared not utter a sound, lowering my head, my face burning red, filled with immense fear
—afraid that Siyu would never speak to me again after this incident.
She paused for a few seconds, seemingly sensing my inner turmoil, then walked up to me and said, "
Don't do that again. It would be so embarrassing if someone saw you." I stood there, too afraid to look up at her, but
from her tone, I sensed that she wasn't blaming me for hugging her, but rather for
doing something inappropriate in a school setting.
Hearing her words, I felt a huge weight lifted from my chest, an immense sense of relief. After speaking, Siyu turned and
walked out of the school. At that moment, I don't know where the courage came from, but I suddenly called out to her from behind, saying,
"Siyu, I like you." I saw her body tremble slightly, glance at me sideways, and without saying a word, continue
walking.
Watching her retreating figure, I surprisingly felt no sense of loss, because in the instant she turned away
, I saw a smile grace her lips. That night, recalling the feeling of holding Siyu's soft breasts,
I masturbated again, ejaculating hot semen. Spring has arrived—what a beautiful season!
(End of Chapter Four)

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