It’s been exactly one year since I graduated from college and I’m working at an advertising agency. As soon as we entered June, there was a nostalgic smell in the air that lingered in my busy and regular life.
So on that Saturday, I met up with a bunch of buddies from my college days and went back to my alma mater to play soccer. My newfound girlfriend went along for the ride.
We met at a party at a friend’s house, and she was one of those girls who was so pure and beautiful that I started noticing her almost from the first moment I saw her. Later we went on a couple of separate dates.
The day I went to my alma mater to play soccer, I had been dating her for less than a month. It was a game between us graduates and a senior from my alma mater, I played as a striker and we won 3-1.
She just sat quietly in the shade watching a bunch of us sweat it out on the playground. Even when I scored a goal in the first half, she just stood up haughtily and waved at me. As far as I can remember, she was wearing a white shirt that day, and her floral plain skirt looked especially flattering in the breeze.
After the game, I went to dinner with my buddies. Since it was a bit hot, I felt a bit sorry for my girlfriend as she stayed by the playground for two hours. After a few beers, we got up to say goodbye. At that moment, one of my buddies glanced at my girlfriend who was standing beside me and made a weird weird face at me.
It was a meaningful hint. In fact, I know very well in my heart that the time is gradually ripe. On the way back, I kept chanting silently: girl, I will definitely get you today.
We took a taxi back to my place in Garden Village. It was a second-hand house I bought after working for half a year, two rooms and one hall, located on the third floor. Because I usually live alone, the room is more or less messy. Outside the south-facing window of the living room there is a tall acacia tree with dense branches gently swaying right in front of the window. A summer afternoon full of desire.
This was the first time she came to my house. After entering the door, I let my girlfriend sit on the sofa to watch TV first, and I went to the bathroom to take a shower. In the confined and lighted house, an atmosphere called ambiguity had been quietly brewing.
I had two girlfriends in college, and the first one lasted two years without doing anything, and then she left the country. My “first time” happened when I was a senior in college, with a white-collar girl two years older than me. I didn’t think she was a good match for me because I wanted to find a girl younger than me as my girlfriend. We broke up for various reasons.
Since then, I have only very occasionally contacted some women called “chickens” in hotels on business trips, and I remained emotionally blank for more than a year until I met my current girlfriend.
It only took me 5 minutes to finish my shower. I was more or less impatient. Maybe it was because I had just finished playing soccer in the morning and all the muscles in my body were stretched out, maybe it was because it was so hot, or maybe it was because my girlfriend waiting in the living room gave me a strong desire to feel my blood pumping all over my body, and my muscles were full and engorged with it. But I had to try not to get an erection, I couldn’t let her see my arousal at first glance.
When I walked out of the bathroom I was wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs that I had specially prepared for this moment. A book said that tight black boxer shorts, which can outline a man’s masculine curves well, are a wonderful weapon to stimulate a woman’s arousal point.
My girlfriend was sunk into the couch idly flipping through the TV channels when she saw me come out. I knew that I possessed a very muscular body, which had been a good visual for her.
I walked over and sat down next to her and asked her softly, “Are you tired today?”
She said, “It’s okay.”
I climbed her shoulders with my hands and asked again, “Do you think I played well in today’s game?”
She said mischievously, “Average.”
At that point, I swept her into my arms with all my might and exclaimed, “What? How dare you say ‘average’!”
And just like that, everything seemed to fall into place as if it was waiting. I began to kiss her. Her lips had a light fragrance, like the flavor of jasmine tea. Her tongue was moist, and I wrapped it around her, first gently, then more and more violently. I didn’t realize that her tongue was wild too, and many times she grabbed the initiative. I kept stroking her back and ass and I could feel where her bra and panties were.
I’ve forgotten how long we kissed, and then I said, let’s change places and go to the bed, it’ll be more comfortable that way. She nodded. So I picked her up and put her on the bed in my bedroom.
I pressed myself against her and continued kissing for a while longer. Then I began to slowly unbutton her blouse. It was a white blouse, and as I unbuttoned it, I felt her rising breasts calling out for attention. She just lay still and flat on her back and watched as I unbuttoned her one by one. After removing her shirt, she retired the long, plain skirt herself. At this point, all that was left of her was her white bra and panties.
She suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and we started another passionate kiss. If we had been a little reserved with each other earlier on the couch, by this time we had completely let go. Sometimes our tongues intertwined passionately, other times I withdrew from her mouth and kissed her sweet-smelling cheek.
She then whispered in my ear, “Your pecs are awesome, you’re just like a mountain, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stand it ……” I didn’t realize that such a simple sentence would make me instantly and unparalleled excited.
The next thing I knew, I was gently removing her bra. The moment was simply too demoralizing! It was the first time I had seen her body. When the clasp of the bra was popped open, her rising breasts were finally liberated. She pretended to be shy and wrapped her arms around her chest.
I gently removed her arms while she barely put up any resistance. My girlfriend’s breasts were pretty much perfect looking, and after all the flirting she had just done, they looked even higher. The areolas were red and the nipples stood high. Her moans began to intensify.
I felt a spasm go through my girlfriend’s body as I lifted her breasts from the bottom with a handful of my left hand and then pressed my index finger against the reddish nipple. I pinched and rubbed the nipple with my thumb and forefinger, causing it to rise upward even more.
I asked her, “Is it up?”
She could only nod feebly, and then I took her other nipple in my mouth. My tongue felt the fiery warmth of that nipple.
As she flicked the nipple upward between her tongues, her girlfriend moaned uncontrollably, saying, “Ah… ah …… too… comfortable! “
I’m used to putting a lot of work into a girl’s breasts. My girlfriend closed her eyes and just moaned, letting me do what I wanted and looking receptive. Her hand rubbed over my cock through my underwear. I was fully engorged. I felt the glans extremely sore and the protrusion of my panties had gotten a big wet spot. The feeling was so wonderful that I was going to keep this moment for an eternity.
I began to remove her panties. She slowly lifted her legs and the tiny panties withdrew from her feet, shrinking into a ball. I sniffed them and they smelled like lotus flowers. I tossed the tiny panties aside. On my bed, my woman was already naked. She was tiny there, with a sparse tuft of soft hair.
I lifted one of her legs, and the little opening was slightly open and seemed to be spasming as it opened and closed. I buried my head there – I didn’t really like licking women there, to be honest. So I gently delved in with one finger. Needless to say, it was already warm and moist in there.
I kissed every detail of her body, she was such a physically perfect girl. She gasped for air, her hand still stroking my cock. Sometimes she would hold my forehead in the palms of her hands and my chest started to rise. I bet she could feel my heart beating.
She helped me out of my underwear as well, and she said, “It’s that time of year, and you’re still wearing it in a fake way. My cock jutted up in front of her, at a 45 degree angle to my body.
She cupped it in her hand and said teasingly, “It’s so big and thick! Your pubic hair is so thick!”
I asked her, “Shall we?”
She said, pretending to be shy, “To.”
I continued to knead her tits and kiss her on the lips. After a while, I thrust. I spread her jade legs apart and then began to ease my way in. Even though we had both had sexual experiences before, this was after all my first time with her, so I was careful to move gently.
Her pussy was so tight that I felt my glans rise, secreting fluid that mixed with her water. She and I both stared at the spot, watching as my cock slowly entered her.
After what seemed like an eternity, I felt like I had completely penetrated to the bottom, I took a short break and then thoughtfully asked, “How’s it going, I’m starting?”
And so I began. She kept her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed against my pecs, and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I felt strongly how much this woman underneath me needed me. As I thrust, she began to moan rhythmically. My dear girl, she has given everything to me, she has been completely conquered by me, she is my woman!
She kept whispering in my ear, “You’re so strong, you’re such a man!”
After a few minutes, we began to change positions. I stood on the edge of the bed and she put one of her jade legs over my shoulder. I continued to thrust. She was really tight, but lubricated, and I was so high that I felt like my whole body was being swallowed by her.
On a couple of occasions, I tried a more drastic maneuver, where I pulled my entire penis almost all the way out, and just as the glans was about to exit her completely, I plunged back in while she was not expecting it, all the way to the very bottom. Such maneuvers gave us great pleasure, and words cannot describe how wonderful it was.
Further down the line, we switched to the back penetration position again. I’ve watched a lot of porn and know that changing various positions can add to the eroticism. She was kneeling on the bed with her ass up as far as she could go. At this point I couldn’t help but laugh because her position was really very interesting.
I slapped her ass with the palm of my hand, making a crisp ringing sound. I then entered. She didn’t seem to like this position very much, as it was more or less wild and the initiative was entirely mine. But she didn’t resist my request either.
I leaned forward hard so my hands could feel her swaying tits. I pinched her nipples. From behind, her waist was slim and her curves were perfect – at this time, I kept thinking in my mind: this girl in front of me, who was so pure and beautiful, had completely become my captive at this moment. As a man’s sense of conquest, at this time was greatly satisfied.
I kept gruffly complimenting, “Your body type is perfect!” My cock was so deep that my pubic hair was able to press against her clit. I could feel the base of my thighs against her ass. She said she wanted to pee. I knew this was a sign that a woman was having an orgasm. I ignored her request and just let my cock go, continuing to thrust hard while her moans became more and more violent.
I asked her over and over, “Did you have an orgasm?”
All she could do was answer me with a “mmmmmmmmmmmmmm”.
Eventually we returned to our original position. I lay on top of her. This time I was much more violent than earlier. She wrapped her arms tightly around me.
I felt I was going to lose my hold and hurriedly said, “Get ready to enjoy it, I’m going to cum!”
She said, “Ah! I, I can’t stand it ……”
Immediately afterward, I felt a wonderful bone-chilling spasm, and one after another huge hot stream gushed out from the glans, shooting violently into her womb. Her pussy, in turn, contracted violently. I shook my whole body indulgently, what an unparalleled pleasure!
After ejaculating, I didn’t immediately withdraw from her body. Our bodies were already drenched in sweat. I lay on top of her and kissed her full of thoughtfulness on the lips. Her eyes were closed and she looked tired but content. She told me that when she watched me play soccer by the side of the field, she knew I must be good in bed too.
That afternoon, we slept in each other’s arms, naked, with a hot, early summer scene outside the window and the monotonous, rhythmic sound of the ceiling fan overhead. The old acacia tree also seems to have fallen asleep, and occasionally a breeze blew by, the leaves on the tree rustle and sway lightly. There is a smell of gardenia in the air.
I looked at my girlfriend beside me, who was sleeping quietly, regaining her usual purity and sweetness, looking so serene and peaceful.
I don’t know where a familiar song drifted over, it was Lin Zhixuan’s cover of “The Way You Look” – for some reason, a faint sadness crossed my heart again. June, early summer, what a time for nostalgia!
It was 6pm when we woke up, and while we were in the mood, we threw ourselves into some new tangles. Then, got up, showered, organized our clothes, and went out to dinner together.
Six months later, my relationship with her ended without any problems. To this day we are still very good friends. As the novel “The Catcher in the Rye” says, she and I once had such an intimate relationship that I think I’ll probably never forget her.