Nothing is more beautiful than the first meeting.

My fears have come true. Xue has been restless these past few days, sometimes sitting in a daze.
Xue is introverted and loves reading Li Qingzhao's poems, is captivated by *Dream of the Red Chamber*, and the love story in *The Romance of the Western Chamber*.
Even sex feels unsatisfying. Afterwards, I asked, "Are you still in that state? Tell me." She blushed. "I can't forget it.
Is it the feeling or the person?
Does it matter? It matters." "That feeling is normal. If it's the person, then I'm caught in a web of emotions,
it's hard to explain. This transition took a long time. This process touched something sensitive within me, like a switch being flipped, like waking up. I feel like I've changed. You're in love." "Ha, these past few days you've looked radiant, your face is rosy, you look much younger, and you've started to care more about dressing up, wearing the underwear someone gave you, doesn't it feel good?"
Xue patted my chest and leaned against me. "It's all your fault. Don't blame me if I elope with someone." "I want to elope with someone now, without even knowing their name, isn't that too much?" I really hated you back then, leaving me alone in front of a stranger. I gripped the blanket tightly, suddenly experiencing that same feeling as my first time. The boy sat on the edge of the bed, greeting me warmly. I just nodded. I pushed him away several times, but he kept staring at my face. He said he liked voluptuous women, women with a certain charm, and that we could hear you making noises outside. Only then did he take my hand. He tried several times to put his hand under my clothes, but I was still unaccustomed to it and didn't accept it. It felt like a dream. I thought of my first time, my boyfriend's hands touching me like they were on fire, but at that moment I was still afraid. He felt the same way. He just said, "Let's hug." When I hugged him, his body pressed against mine. I had my back to him, but his body was burning hot. One hand went down from my shoulder, and his hot lips brushed against my ear. Your moans grew louder. I felt guilty. He kept trying to reassure me, saying that the first time was always like this, and that he would treat me like a virgin. I tried to push his body away from between my legs, but accidentally touched his manhood. I pulled my hand back, but he caught it and placed it between his legs. He seemed to recognize me searching, pressing even closer. He hugged me from behind, his hands resting on my chest. Suddenly, my heart started pounding faster. His hand slipped tightly inside my clothes. What would happen if I started to resist? If he took another step, I wouldn't be able to control myself. My legs trembled slightly. His hand moved down, and he gently said, "Baby, you're wet. So wet." My face burned, and my body trembled. He immediately turned me around, pressing my face against his chest. I realized my clothes had been undone; he was naked without me noticing. My hands frantically went to my waist, my breasts exposed, touching his chest. He whispered, "Your breasts are so big, so beautiful." His lower body stirred. I remembered how I had given my virginity many years ago to my first love, only that was someone I liked, while this was a stranger. Yet, I felt the same way, a growing attraction to the body before me. He pressed down on me, his hands caressing my chest, his lips kissing me. Numb, tingling, with every tremor of my legs, his erection swelled. He said my body was beautiful. I replied that I had gained weight, not as slender as my lover. He said he liked it. My skirt was lifted up to my waist, and his penis was rubbing between my legs. My breathing quickened. I never expected him to say that. "I want to fuck you," a word we rarely used. I always thought it was something only vulgar people said, but he said it, and I immediately felt a surge of pleasure. I just shyly told him, "Go ahead, I can do it." He understood and became excited, his lips quickly kissing my lower body. My last piece of clothing was pulled down to my calves, and I stretched out one leg, my underwear still on one leg. I said it smelled good there, and he liked it even more. I've rarely been like this before. My body convulsed, losing all control, and I pressed his head tightly.
Xue said a lot, that women are emotional, and many women enjoy these kinds of memories. But men, once they get out of bed, don't think about it anymore. That's the difference between men and women. I asked Xue, "Are we different?" Xue said, "Men are all pretty much the same. It's just that you think he's better at it than you. Is there anything else?" "And you think his is thicker, longer than yours, and every time it feels like it hits your heart." "No, it's him who arouses you." "It's not that I touched it, it's just that it's longer than yours." "Oh no, what am I going to do now?" Xue kissed me, but that was just temporary. You're forever; we still have family ties. I only had a secret affair with you once. Don't be sad; you're my husband. I'm just telling you, am I a silly woman? Yes,
a little. You gave up the initiative during sex; you went with him to orgasm. The women I've met are always proactive, demanding a lot. Xue said, "I can't be proactive; I'm shy and embarrassed." Silly women are all like that, while some men like to be in control. They like to see women lose themselves in orgasm. After this conversation, Xue seems to have let go. I don't know what to do next. Let it be this once. At least we've met a couple with decent qualities.

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