So many people are writing about their memories, so I’m going to do the same. I used to reminisce about my love story, but now it’s all about sexualized life history.
The first time was with my high school classmate. She and I were close when I was in middle school, but honestly, I never liked her, there’s a type of girl who can be a good friend, but not a GF.
University she went to the south, I went to Beijing, only letter contact. Perhaps just left home, living alone is very lonely, the first semester we wrote hundreds of letters to each other, I slowly fell in love with her in the letter.
We saw each other again during winter break freshman year, and we were already boyfriend and girlfriend.
During the day her parents work and we make out at her house. The first time I touched her breasts, she asked me if I would get pregnant! I was flabbergasted: “Why is this girl so stupid?” So I told her about men and women. In fact, I didn’t know much more than she did. I thought I could get pregnant with penetration, but I didn’t know that I could ejaculate, and I certainly didn’t have any experience with masturbation.
Under my repeated requests, she agreed to “try” with me. In those days, there was no pornography, at least I didn’t know there was, and there was no Internet, everything was hearsay, and then by instinct, so I didn’t think it was romantic.
The two of them were together as much as they were working on a math puzzle, and it took them a while to find out where they should insert it.
After a few strokes there was a strange sensation, and before I could understand what was going on I had already ejaculated in a big stream.
We all freaked out and then went into a flurry of activity, finding toilet paper, washing sheets, ironing sheets, and then hugging and laughing.
Then she stole her mother’s books to read (her mother was a doctor), but what do medical books say about this stuff?
It took a long time of hugging the book and exploring and researching to get a halfway decent understanding.
But there was always some experience when doing it again, and the pleasure grew stronger and longer.
That period of time special pure, never thought of oral sex this kind of play, posture is almost unchanged, she is always quiet, occasionally issued a few very small moans. So the first time I saw her to orgasm in a way that I will never forget suddenly breathing rapidly, face as much as the look of pain (to this day I still think that the look of women’s pleasure and pain is similar), hands clutching my hips, with my rhythm to her own press, moaning loudly. I was afraid the neighbors would hear me, so I had to kiss her down.
After I finished, I said, “You screamed so loud!”
She blinked and said, “Did I scream? You don’t think so?”
After the winter holidays back to school, that frenzy gradually cold down, which realized that he did not love her at all in his heart, just by the first taste of the wonderful feeling of human beings washed away, so hard to break up with her.
After years of reunion in a foreign land, she had already found a home. Speaking of the past, I said, “You are the one I am most sorry for in this world.”
Instead, she asked, “Wouldn’t it have been better if we had both gone to school together at that time?”
I thought for a while and told her, “If we were together, we wouldn’t have been able to start at all, and I fell in love with you in the letter, or rather, in my heart.”
The first time just went to someone you didn’t love and forever became a regret in your life.
A year passes by in boredom as I search for the girl in my life who is truly my own. In fact, as a sophomore in college, I hadn’t felt so compelled to find a girlfriend. The noblest of pursuits was nothing more than longing to stand in the seventh cafeteria at lunchtime and eat with a few other wolves chewing on showers, which often left us defeated.
Of course, if you’re lucky, you’ll meet x Hua from the Chemical Engineering Department and x Fei from the English Department. The former always snuggles up to her handsome boyfriend like a bird; the latter likes to sweep the hall full of vulgarity with her charming eyes to the bone, and then like a swallow like the wind, swept past the wolf who can’t keep his mouth shut.
The first time I met her was on the volleyball court. I had a class in the evening and had to go to dinner early. When I walked to the court, I found my clothes pressed under a girl’s jacket, picked it up, and smelled a fresh scent that shook me to my core. The name of the perfume was “Poison”, which I learned after the owner of the jacket became my girlfriend, and I sighed at the name for a long time.
Nowadays, when you walk down the street, the smell of poison can be smelled everywhere, but there is no longer the impulse of that moment, but every time you see that dark green delicate glass bottle, there are always a few lingering feelings in your heart. After all, there were too few girls using perfume on campus at that time.
Her person is just like the fragrance on her body, strong but not greasy, pure see but vaguely some overbearing, so I can not be cut off.
I know what it’s like to be in love. I cherished her and even respected her a little. I had dreamed of making love to my favorite girl countless times before, but when she really appeared in front of me, I didn’t want to and didn’t dare to defile her. For a whole year, we repeated the same life every day: we went to study together at night, and then sat on the grass in front of the auditorium in the dead of night, hugging and kissing.
I would play with her breasts through her bra, but she would always stop me when I wanted to go too far, and I would back off. Experience gave me a hazy feeling: if I forced myself, she wouldn’t stop. But she was a perfect work of art in my mind, and I was afraid that my actions would destroy her and I would lose her.
Monday, her house…
Have forgotten why I accompanied her home that day. She was standing right in front of me, her white lingerie unable to hide her perfect curves. I hugged her to me, threw away the dress she was ready to change into in her hands, touched her, kissed her, and she cooperated without reservation. I took off her bra and underwear, and she didn’t put up any resistance at all. I grabbed her hand and put it on my body, she shuddered and held it, and our first time happened.
After finishing, I jumped out of bed happily, poured a drink and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her with a smile. Her face didn’t look good and she said softly, “Give me a hug, will you?”
I hurriedly put down the cup and picked her up, but I heard her ask in my ear, “You’ve had it with other girls before, haven’t you?” I couldn’t… I couldn’t laugh anymore.
She didn’t say anything more. In the days to come, she stopped asking me about my previous stories at all, but it was clear to me that she cared very much about the girl she didn’t know. Perhaps our first time had foretold an eventual outcome that could not be changed.