A newborn calf reveals its single blade (memories) —

Time flies like an arrow; two decades have passed in the blink of an eye. It's terrifying to think how many decades a person has, and how many lives are there in a decade. Twenty years ago, I was in junior high school in a county town in northern Jiangsu. My friends started dating one after another, and to show I wasn't going to be left behind, I also started dating. Looking back, I was truly naive. I was seventeen that year, and my girlfriend had just turned fifteen. That county town in northern Jiangsu was known for its martial arts, and many of my friends had learned a few moves, which laid a solid foundation for me to win over my ideal girlfriend. Before she was fourteen, she was already a full 1.7 meters tall. To win her over, I used various methods, including stalking her, bribing her friends, and even standing up for her when I saw injustice. These methods gradually took effect. Looking back now, I feel ashamed; I was truly a wicked youth. My girlfriend's name was SS, and she was the prettiest among the hundreds of girls in five classes. When Liang was fifteen, she was fair-skinned and voluptuous. Of course, this is what I saw later. During the months I pursued her, her body gradually swelled, which attracted the attention of other boys. According to inside information, several love letters from upperclassmen were slipped into her desk through special channels. They secretly watched her every day, which felt as refreshing as a spring breeze. This triggered the first jealous crisis in my life. That year, she was about to turn sixteen, and I was not yet eighteen. My gradually protruding Adam's apple and increasingly thick beard made me decide to make an important decision. Unfortunately, on the way to the last letter, I cornered the upperclassman who was two years older than me at the corner of the stairs. I remember it very clearly when the bell rang. Without even saying a word, the rival who had never spoken was lying on the ground. A few days later, he transferred schools. To this day, I don't know his name. I am ashamed. Without any rivals, my first love and career went smoothly. My girlfriend's house was only accessible through an alley. Turning left in the alley led to a road, and turning right led to a vineyard. I often picked two bunches of free grapes, skipped class early, and waited for her in front of her house. However, she always showed up after I had finished eating them. I guess I was too young and didn't know how to cherish a lady. As I got older, my hormones accumulated. Her house occupied about half an acre and had two floors. Her parents and younger brother lived on the first floor, and she lived on the second floor. There was a sturdy red brick wall about two and a half meters high around her house, with broken beer bottles stuck in it, making me sigh in despair! The main gate faces south, and the staircase is on the west. The east wall leading up to the house is a cement-brick wall with holes in the middle, which made it easy for me to climb. However, the problem wasn't that simple. The scary thing was that there was a German Shepherd in the park. Every time I took her home, it would bark wildly, which annoyed me terribly. Finally, a junior classmate gave me a piece of beef that had been repeatedly soaked in rat poison, clearing the way for my first time. I apologize to that German Shepherd who died unjustly.
The process was also a bit complicated. My girlfriend was too young and timid to let me go to her house. My friends around me always boasted about how great it felt, which was a huge temptation for me. I couldn't rely on my right hand anymore. I wanted to find true happiness. One dark night, I leaned against the east wall of her house. The snoring gradually became clearer. A dark figure wearing double gloves, with the help of a friend, quietly climbed up the wall. He didn't care that the glass cut through his thick cotton clothes. Like Spider-Man, he climbed up the wall with holes, and then waved to his friend, "Go back!" This trip was impromptu; I hadn't told my girlfriend. Upstairs, there was a glass door, locked from the inside, leading to the living room. She slept in the west room. I had to knock. A light knock meant no one heard, but a loud knock stopped the snoring downstairs. My heart pounded. Ugh! I waited for the snoring to resume, repeating this several times until finally, my efforts paid off—my girlfriend woke up. But instead of opening the door, she frantically called out, "Mom!"... I was terrified. I quickly rushed to the window and told her it was me... Just a hair's breadth away, but I knew I had to prepare for something else. She opened the door, and I entered her bedroom. It was late autumn, almost winter, and she was wearing a thermal undershirt that accentuated her figure, which seemed too mature for her age. She lightly punched me a few times, asking, "Are you crazy? What if you fall?" I replied, "I just missed you so much. What does falling matter?" I could always climb back up; leaving so late was definitely not an option. I covered myself with the corner of the blanket and slept fully clothed. As the blankets slowly warmed up, I took off my coat and pants. We were both wearing only our underwear, and we could feel each other's genitals. The feeling, even now, is unforgettable. One of us was inexperienced, the other shy, both eager but lacking in skill. Our kisses were clumsy, more like nibbling, but our rapid breathing revealed our mutual desire. Suddenly, I grabbed her breast with one hand, and she dodged. I grabbed it with the other, and we shifted back and forth until I was on top of her. Through our two layers of underwear and my two hands, we formed a triangle. Of course, there was a fleshy mass on my lower body that was about to be flattened. She was uncomfortable, and I was even more uncomfortable. It took me a long time to take off her underwear. The blankets were soaked with sweat. She felt sorry for me as I dried my sweat and then covered me again, making me feel the different kind of warmth between a man and a woman. Finally, instead of pulling down her underwear by hand, I kicked it down to her ankles. She resisted, but she didn't dare scream, saying we couldn't do this, we were too young. This only fueled my desire. My penis swelled to its limit. Ironically, I couldn't find the right spot. At that time, my exposure to pornography was limited to watching it twice. My penis rubbed against her buttocks repeatedly. After a few minutes to ten minutes, I felt something was wrong. She urged me to get off quickly. I was completely confused. The blanket was soaked with my sweat. I still couldn't figure it out. We chatted, feeling frustrated, and time passed quickly. Then the rooster crowed outside. It was time for morning class, time to get up and go to school. My unsuccessful first time ended hastily. Under the cover of night, I swaggered out of her house, and we walked side by side towards school... Three days later, the world lost another pair of virgins.

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