That Year I Was in My Third Year of Junior High (Chapter 5: The Fruits of Summer)

Chapter Five: The Fruits of Summer
??? Since my intimate encounter with Siyu on the tree-lined path and my confession to her, our relationship has developed rapidly. Although Siyu hasn't explicitly given me an answer regarding our relationship, I know in my heart that she tacitly approves. This means that our initial ambiguous relationship as deskmates has developed into a romantic one, albeit a naive puppy love.
??? Our contact has become more frequent and intimate. During class, I often hold her small hand and play with it, sometimes even placing my hand on her thigh and gently stroking it. At first, Siyu resisted a little, but after my persistent efforts, she finally gave in. Occasionally, I would secretly touch her soft breasts, but each time I would be met with a glare from her or even a sharp pinch on the inside of my thigh
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??? Although it caused me unbearable pain, I enjoyed it immensely. Perhaps this is what people mean by "painful yet pleasurable."
Every evening after self-study, I would escort Siyu all the way to her home and workplace. This served two purposes: to ensure her safety and to allow me some alone time to "molest" her. Her breasts and buttocks naturally became my primary targets, often resulting in an erection that would make my penis pitch black by the time I got home.
Soon, the first significant day of my life arrived unexpectedly. That evening after self-study, I walked Siyu home hand-in-hand, as usual, and of course, I took the opportunity to grope her breasts and buttocks along the way. In the dim moonlight, I saw her face turn a lovely pink. Just
as we were about to reach her house, I was lamenting that my blissful sexual day was about to end when a large black dog suddenly appeared out of nowhere, galloping past Siyu's feet. Before I could react, I heard Siyu scream and then jump into my arms.
This sudden turn of events left me stunned for a full 20 seconds. When I came to my senses, I found Siyu still tightly hugging me, her head buried in my chest. At that moment, I felt two round, soft mounds pressing against my chest—Siyu's breasts, the ones I had always dreamed of.
Smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from Siyu's body, and feeling her soft breasts against my chest, I immediately became aroused. My penis gradually hardened, finally pressing against Siyu's lower abdomen.
Perhaps sensing the change in my lower body, she looked up and asked, "Did the dog run away?" I said, "Yes." She tried to pull away from my embrace, but I mustered my courage and held her tightly. As she looked up, as if to say something, I kissed her soft, pink lips.
Instantly, a feeling I had never experienced before swept over my entire body. Siyu's breasts were so warm, so soft, that I wanted to take them into my mouth and savor their unique sweetness.
Siyu was startled by my sudden action, her eyes widening as she stared at me. After about five seconds, she began to wriggle, trying to break free, making soft moaning sounds. But I ignored her, holding her tightly and continuing to passionately kiss her lips, trying to probe her mouth with my tongue.
Gradually, Siyu's struggles lessened. Even in the darkness, I could feel her blushing face and her wildly pounding heart. Slowly, she began to respond to my actions, her hands naturally resting on my shoulders, and her tightly closed lips slowly relaxing.
Taking advantage of this moment of relaxation, my tongue swiftly entered her mouth, intertwining wildly with hers. The sweet taste in Siyu's mouth excited me even more, and I began to suckle forcefully, causing her to involuntarily let out soft moans.
Siyu's soft moans seemed to sound the horn of my attack, emboldening me. One hand encircled her full, rounded buttocks, while the other slowly moved upwards, climbing to her soft, virgin breasts, gently kneading them. At the same time, our tongues continued their passionate entanglement, unwilling to separate despite the suffocating feeling.
My penis, hard as a steel spear, pressed firmly against Siyu's lower abdomen, seemingly already feeling the warmth of her body.
With my attacks of mouth and hands, Siyu's body began to writhe, her moans growing louder. This excited me even more; my right hand kneaded her breasts with increasing force, while my left hand slowly moved from her buttocks to her lower abdomen.
Siyu's face was flushed, her eyes slightly closed, and her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. This didn't stop my left hand from slowly sliding down. I could feel my hand trembling. Just as I was about to touch that alluring vulva, a bright beam of car headlights swept over us.
Whether from nervousness or inexperience, we quickly released each other, like children caught stealing candy. As the light faded, I tried to hug her again, but Siyu quickly turned and walked away. After walking three or four meters, she turned back and said, "I'm going home now." Her face, flushed with excitement, looked particularly alluring in the moonlight.
The next day in class, as soon as Siyu sat down, she saw me grinning mischievously at her. Her face flushed instantly. She pinched my thigh hard and said, "You're so annoying!" before starting the lesson. Emboldened by what happened the night before, I reached under the desk and touched Siyu's thigh.
As soon as I touched her, I felt a silky smoothness. It turned out that Siyu was wearing a knee-length dress that day. My hand, moving upwards, slipped inside the dress and touched her smooth, baby-soft thigh. Siyu trembled slightly, and a blush immediately spread across her face.
She lowered one hand, trying to remove my hand, but I wasn't going to let her off so easily. I held her thigh firmly, letting her pinch and squeeze it. Finally, she gave up resisting, turned and glared at me, leaning forward to block my hands from roaming her thigh (probably to prevent the classmates next to us from seeing).
The feeling of touching a girl's thigh for the first time excited me immensely. My penis swelled again, forming a small tent in my crotch, as if it might burst out of my pants at any moment.
My hand continued to stroke Siyu's thigh; her legs were so smooth, so soft. As I stroked her, I felt Siyu's breathing become more rapid, and her face grew increasingly red. She was no longer paying attention to the lesson, lowering her head to hide her shyness.
My hand was no longer content with just staying on her thigh; it slowly moved upwards, a very slow process, afraid that rushing would provoke Siyu's resistance. Gradually, my hand reached the base of her thigh, feeling the warm, moist air there. At the same time, my breathing quickened; after all, I was about to touch the most sacred part of a young girl—how suffocating!
The instant my hand touched that triangle area through Siyu's panties, I felt her soft, round vulva, and noticed something unusual on her panties—Siyu was already wet. She let out another soft "hmm."
This sound, though very soft, startled me so much that I instantly withdrew my hand, wondering if the teacher and classmates had heard it. At that moment, Siyu reached out her small hand and pinched my already erect penis, whispering, "Ugh, we're still in class."
Her pinch almost made my already aroused penis ejaculate. I quickly clenched my buttocks, took a few deep breaths, and managed to suppress the urge to ejaculate, avoiding the embarrassment of accidentally ejaculating in class.
Who knew that the good times wouldn't last long? Just when I felt my desire was about to subside, Siyu unexpectedly reached into my pocket and towards my crotch. I turned to look at Siyu, puzzled, but she secretly made a face at me and whispered, "Who told you to touch me earlier? Now it's my turn." She then grabbed my now-soft penis and pretended to listen to the lesson while staring blankly at the blackboard.
Her action both surprised and delighted me. I was surprised that Siyu would do such a thing, and delighted, well, we all know what that means.
Then again, how could my "virgin" resist such treatment? I felt my penis slowly harden again in Siyu's hand. As it grew, I saw a look of surprise on Siyu's face. Perhaps out of curiosity, her hand gently squeezed and played with my penis, occasionally brushing against my testicles between my legs.
This feeling made me feel like I was flying, so comfortable, so exciting. Siyu, who had never experienced sex, had no idea that in her mind, this was simply her playing with my penis as revenge. But in my mind, it was undoubtedly Siyu giving me a handjob with her soft little hands.
After two minutes (or maybe less) of Siyu's ministrations, I felt the urge to ejaculate. Afraid I couldn't hold back, I told her, "Stop touching me, it hurts." But instead of stopping, she squeezed even harder. Then, I felt an urge to urinate and finally couldn't control myself. My penis throbbed wildly in Siyu's hand, and a gush of hot, thick semen erupted, shooting directly into my underwear.
I blushed crimson with shame and wanted to bury my head under the table. At first, Siyu didn't notice my strange behavior and continued playing with my penis. Gradually, she felt the wetness on her hand through my pants. Whether out of fear or realizing something, she quickly withdrew her hand and awkwardly listened to the lesson.
And I was in trouble. My underwear was soaked with sticky semen, and it almost seeped out from under my thin shorts. As soon as class ended, I rushed home, completely forgetting that I was supposed to take Siyu home. (Even if I remembered, there was no way I would have taken her home.)
The next evening after school, on the way home with Siyu, she blushed and asked me what had happened the day before, why my crotch was wet, and whether I had peed. At first, I didn't dare to tell her, but under her coaxing and cajoling, I finally told her the truth. Then I told her a lot about the things between men and women that I had learned from videos, which made her blush.
Afterwards, we cuddled by the wall on the tree-lined path in front of her house for a while. As I touched her, she reached out and grabbed my erect penis, asking, "Is this a man's penis? Is it for having sex with women?" I grinned mischievously and said to her, "Yes, when we have sex, I use my penis to insert into your vagina," while touching her vulva.
Then, unexpectedly, Siyu said to me, "Can I see it?" This surprised me for a moment, but I still agreed to her request; actually, I'd had this thought for a while.
I led her to a deserted alley, and at the corner of a closed shop, I pulled down my shorts, revealing my still-erect penis. Siyu looked at my penis and initially covered her mouth and laughed, then bent down and started asking what this was, what that was. I explained everything to her.
Finally, she asked me with a puzzled look, "Huh, where's the glans that the biology book says is? I can't see it!" She then grabbed my penis and started looking over it. I was amused by her actions and said to her, "Silly girl, it's in the foreskin." (At that time, because I was still young, the foreskin hadn't been retracted yet, and the glans was hidden inside, so Siyu couldn't see it.) Saying this, I reached out and pulled back the foreskin, revealing the dark red glans.
Siyu chuckled upon seeing it, touching my glans with her fingertip and saying, "Hehe, it really does look like a turtle's head." At that moment, under Siyu's touch, I felt the urge to ejaculate again, and said to Siyu, "Xiaoyu, I feel uncomfortable." Siyu looked at me, puzzled, and asked, "Why do you feel uncomfortable?"
I then told her about male orgasm and ejaculation, exaggerating that it would be very painful if you couldn't ejaculate while hard. After listening, Siyu looked up and asked me, "Then how can it ejaculate?" I said, "Only when a woman touches it will it ejaculate," deliberately making a uncomfortable expression on my face as I spoke.
Perhaps seeing my discomfort, Siyu stopped talking, lowered her head, and grasped my penis, stroking it. Although her technique was clumsy, it gave me immense pleasure. After about a few dozen strokes, accompanied by a low growl, thick semen spurted from my urethra, some landing on Siyu's hand, and a few drops splashing onto her dress.
Night deepened, and as Siyu finished her first time helping me masturbate, our love, like a green fruit, slowly matured in this summer night. (To be continued
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