He came to my dorm to play.

I was preparing for my exams to study abroad. My first boyfriend was determined to go abroad, and although he had long since left me, I hadn't given up on the idea. Ever since I lost my virginity, I'd held firm to the belief that I should do everything for myself, not for anyone else. I wanted to go abroad and see the world, not because of anyone else, just because I wanted to. I met a guy in my class, tall and handsome, who joked and laughed with us, and we got along quite well. After the exams, we temporarily lost contact; until one day we bumped into each other at a train station, hit it off immediately, went to KFC, and exchanged contact information again… well, we started dating. He wasn't in the same school as me, and was a year ahead. It was graduation season, and he, because of his popular major and good luck (being a local resident), quickly found a good job in the city, so he was much more relaxed than his classmates. He spent most of his free time with me, exploring how to build a socialist climax together. Our first intimate encounter was in his dorm. His classmates were either doing internships or looking for jobs, so no one was around that day. He took me to their school, and then we went to his dorm.
Once inside, he closed the door. I sat down on his lower bunk, and he came over and put his arm around me, his hands exploring my thighs. Just as I felt his hand moving upwards, he suddenly stopped, stood up, and walked towards the door. I was confused, but then I saw him check that the door was properly closed and that he had drawn the curtains. I was terrified; his secrecy was impeccable. When he returned, he continued what he had been doing, but I had been interrupted, and it seemed my initial enthusiasm had faded. So I changed positions, spreading my legs and straddling his, which felt quite exciting. We kissed passionately, and I couldn't help but rub my legs against his; it felt wonderful. His hand slipped inside my clothes, trying to unhook my bra from behind. I was all ready and looking forward to it, but after struggling for a while, he still couldn't get it off. I knew he was a virgin. So I put one hand behind my back and helped him. His legs started bouncing up and down, so the collision between us would stimulate his hard penis. My swollen breasts, no longer constricted by the bra, trembled, my erect nipples rubbing against my clothes, making it even more stimulating. So I simply lifted my shirt, exposing my breasts, and cupped them in my hands, wanting him to suckle. He was clearly amazed by my breasts (he told me this later), and immediately understood what I meant, sucking my nipples greedily.
Meanwhile, I quietly pulled down my pants and played with my clitoris, quickly reaching orgasm. He was shocked and excited, saying it was the first time he'd ever seen a woman orgasm, and he thought I was the kind of "jack" who could orgasm just from a nipple. Haha, actually, he was too inexperienced; he didn't even know what a clitoral orgasm was. I didn't tell him how I came to orgasm, letting him continue to gloat about his amazing sexual prowess and think that knowing me was a rare privilege.
After my orgasm, I became a bit desensitized, but his erection was still very high, so I had to give him a quick release with both my hands and mouth. To be honest, I don't particularly enjoy giving men oral sex, so I regret giving him a blowjob so early on, making him constantly reminisce about that wonderful experience and always want me to use my mouth on him.
[The End]

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