These women in my memory

In my spare time, I reminisce about the girls or women I've had relationships with. I'll list them in A
, B, C, and D order, each letter representing a person. A. In second grade, I was the vice class monitor, and she was the class monitor. She was very pretty, with big, bright eyes and incredibly fair skin. I still remember her two little braids; they were so cute. I liked her back then, but I didn't know what kind of feelings they were. I didn't see her after elementary school. Later, I went to a very prestigious university, and she went to a junior college. During her university years, I heard she was injured in a sports meet and stayed home for six months to recover, but rumors circulated that she was pregnant and had a miscarriage.
B. In sixth grade, she wrote exceptionally well. We participated in a city-wide essay competition together, and her draft was much better than my final essay. We probably liked each other, but neither of us ever said it. This girl was very quiet. After I went to junior high in the county, she asked someone to write me a letter. The letter contained a black and white photo of her, which I treasured until I lost it. She seemed to have gone to a junior college. When I saw her again, she was very lively and cheerful, no longer the quiet, unassuming girl she once was.
C. In the second year of junior high, she was our class monitor and also my deskmate. She was an exceptionally good student, and I really liked her. I even felt I had to be better than her to be worthy of her, so I studied incredibly hard. Later, I became second in the grade and got into the city's top high school in the high school entrance exam. She didn't get in; she missed the cutoff by a few points, but paid a 5000 yuan selection fee and came too. However, that intense feeling of liking her in junior high was gone in high school. It never started and never ended.
D. In the second semester of my junior year, she transferred to my school and became my deskmate. She wasn't particularly pretty, but her eyes were very big and bright, the kind that sparkled. I didn't like her; I just had a physical urge to touch her thighs and breasts. I ended up touching her thighs, but not her breasts. Her grades were very poor, and I explained so many problems to her that I could compile them into a booklet. Later, she retook the college entrance exam and got into a second-tier university. After graduation, her father arranged for her to work at the provincial economic and trade department. During her retook exam, a boy often helped her with her studies, and they ended up together. They had a very good relationship, but she would often call me late at night, and we would chat. I felt bad for her; I touched her but didn't like her and rejected her. Now she keeps provoking me by saying that her parents have bought three houses in the provincial capital, saying that she feels it's all meaningless and just wants some excitement.
E. In my senior year of high school, she transferred to my school. She was a bit dark-skinned, but I just liked her cute appearance. I liked her for a whole year, during which time I only touched her hand when I lent her a pen, and she pulled back as if she had been electrocuted. She had very good grades, scoring over 630 points that year, 3 points short of her desired university, and was assigned to a random, terrible university. After I got into university, I wrote her a heartfelt letter. She replied, "Thank you so much for your help. You're a good person. Let's be best friends." Later, she graduated and found a boyfriend from her hometown. Work wasn't easy, and she didn't earn much, but she and her boyfriend always had a good relationship.
F. In my freshman year, someone said that a girl from our department liked me. I asked her about it while we were running. She said, "I like you. What about you?" I said, "I'll think about it for three days." Two days later, she told me she was joking. Actually, she was serious. I was just too stupid. Three days? Who did I think I was? At graduation, after our dinner, we sat on the track all night until dawn. I touched her hand; it was so soft and fragrant. We didn't do anything else. She got a boyfriend now, a PhD student. I called her once, and I was a bit cheeky, saying I liked her, missed her, and wanted to kiss her. She broke up with me. Well, it's good she broke up with me. I'm a terrible person.
G. This was my first real love. Our meeting was magical. I wrote a blog, and she randomly searched online and found it. She wrote to me saying she liked my writing. Then we started an online relationship; I was in the north, and she was in the south. We dated for two years until I graduated. We met in person, and the first thing we did was kiss—a long, long kiss, both of us first kisses. We did many other intimate things, things we'd only talked about in text messages before, but they all became reality. She even gave me a blowjob. After graduation, I went to the south, and soon I wasn't a virgin anymore. At my most promiscuous, my nickname was "Seven Times a Night." Then, by chance, I introduced her to one of my high school classmates, and they started dating. I was devastated; I broke up with her. They apparently went abroad together, to Australia. I wish them a long and happy life abroad.
H, a girl from another university whom I met during my undergraduate years, was very promiscuous, extremely promiscuous. During my graduate studies, she went to Beijing, and I went to the south, keeping in touch occasionally. When I went to Beijing on a business trip, I asked her to come out for sex, and she did. She did alright, her oral sex technique was pretty good, but her stamina was terrible. She'd collapse and couldn't get up after a while, and I still vividly remember her snow-white buttocks. The downside was she had body odor, and it got worse the more excited she got; I always suspected she was a reincarnated fox spirit. This woman is now a lawyer.
I. In my second year of graduate school, I had another relationship, but it only lasted a month. The girl looked very domestic and had a very large bust. We stayed in a hotel for a few days, and I was lucky enough to touch and even suckle her breasts. But we didn't do anything else. Later, I went home for Chinese New Year, and she was interning there. She got involved with one of her undergraduate classmates, broke up with me, and moved in with him. She looked like a perfect wife and mother, yet she did this. I didn't say a word, and I didn't feel any pain; I just left.
J. Near graduation, a girl fell for me. We met while studying for the CPA exam. This girl had already started working after graduating with her bachelor's degree; she worked for one of the Big Four accounting firms. The first few times we met, nothing happened, but later I started touching her inappropriately, and I noticed she reacted very strongly. We slept together once after that. She wasn't a virgin, but she was very tight down there, and her moans were loud and stimulating. But I felt I couldn't give love to anyone, so we lost contact. I didn't want to use love as a pretext to lure people into bed.
K. After starting work, I met someone suitable. A very well-behaved and intelligent girl, a devout Christian, but I just couldn't fall in love with her. I tried hard to like her, but I just couldn't. We only kissed; nothing else. She was so pure, so pure that I couldn't bear to hurt her. When I wanted to break up with her, she just said, "Actually, I've always known you don't love me, but I'm just so frustrated, I just didn't want to admit it." To be honest, I was heartbroken, but I still couldn't like her. Losing her might be a lifelong wound. She wouldn't even allow me to say sorry; she said she wouldn't listen. A very gentle but very determined girl, a good candidate for a wife.
Besides that, after starting work, I occasionally got foot massages and other massages, at most just having the women give me handjobs; I never had sex with them. I think I've had about ten of them. Looking back, this is the experience of a young man who most people would consider to have a bright future. It's really quite tragic. I don't know if it was the impulse of lust, or something else, or maybe it was fate.

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