Chapter 1 – The Craziest Days of My Life
I am Minh, a completely normal boy. I come from Thai Binh province and went to Hanoi to study Pedagogy. I have no outstanding appearance, 1m72 tall, 62kg in weight, and my future salary is probably just enough to live on. I never thought I would have a girlfriend, especially a beautiful girl like Lan Anh.
The first day I met her, I just sat there in the back of the class, stunned. She wore a tight white shirt, a pleated blue skirt, long hair, and skin so white it almost glowed. Her breasts were full, her waist was tiny, and her butt was curvaceous. Every time she walked past the hallway, all the boys turned to look. As for me, I only dared to peek and then lower my head to my desk, my heart pounding.
I spent a whole year flirting with Lan Anh. Every day I texted her to ask how she was doing, when it rained I wore a raincoat to take her back to the dormitory, bought her milk tea, wrote her a handwritten letter, gave her 11 roses with the message “forever be ours”. I was afraid she would reject me, so I was always gentle, not daring to force her. Until one afternoon in October, she texted back: “Um, I agree to try”. I read the message with shaking hands, almost dropped my phone, went back to my dorm room and rolled on the bed laughing alone like an idiot.
The first time we were really close was on a rainy night in November.
Lan Anh ran to my room because she “forgot her group documents”. She was wearing a raincoat, but her white shirt inside was still soaked, sticking to her body. I stood behind the door, not daring to breathe too hard. Her two pink nipples stood out clearly under the thin fabric, as if inviting. I closed the door, my heart pounding like it was about to burst out of my chest. I don’t know what possessed me, but I hugged her from behind, gently but unable to control my strength.
“Brother… slowly… I’m scared…” Lan Anh said tremblingly.
I kissed her neck and whispered, “I’ll be gentle… if you don’t want me to, I’ll stop.” I was so scared, scared she’d get angry, scared she’d leave. But Lan Anh didn’t push me away. She just nodded slightly, her face flushed.
I carried her down to the old mattress, pulled the curtains, leaving only the dim yellow light of the night light on. My hands trembled as I unbuttoned her shirt. When the lace bra fell down, revealing her two white, plump breasts, I almost stopped breathing. I bent down to kiss her chest, gently sucking on her nipples, afraid of hurting her. Lan Anh moaned softly, her hands gripping my shoulders.
I pulled down her panties slowly, as if afraid of scaring her. Her pink, hairless, wet pussy appeared. I smelled her sweet scent, my heart wanted to jump out of my chest. I kissed down, licked gently, afraid she wouldn’t like it. But Lan Anh arched her body, her hands gripping my hair tightly, moaning:
“Brother… I… I can’t stand it…”
I licked slowly, trying to make her really happy. When Lan Anh reached her first orgasm, her pussy contracted, and her juices squirted into my mouth. I swallowed, the salty, sweet taste making me hard and aching.
I took off my pants, my cock had been hard for a long time. I placed it at her pussy, rubbed it a few times then slowly pushed it in. Lan Anh was in pain, tears rolled down, her hands clutched my back. I stopped and kissed her forehead:
“If it hurts too much, please pull out… I don’t want you to hurt…”
But she shook her head, biting her lip: “No… you go ahead… I want…”
I sucked very slowly, little by little. Virgin blood flowed out, but only a few minutes later, Lan Anh began to arch her back to welcome me. She moaned softly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me:
“You… happy… I’m so happy…”
I gradually increased my speed, unable to hold back any longer. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the sound of wet pussy juice echoed in the small rented room. I whispered as I thrust:
“Your pussy is so tight… I love you… I just want you to be mine forever…”
Lan Anh nodded, tears of happiness rolling down. I shot inside her for the first time, hot sperm filling her. I held her tightly, not pulling out, leaving her like that for a while longer, then hardening again, continuing a second time, a third time…
That night I shot inside her four times. The last time Lan Anh was exhausted, lying in my arms, panting. I kissed her forehead and whispered: “Thank you… for giving me everything.”
Since then, the 12m² room became a paradise for the two of us.
One day Lan Anh wore a fancy student uniform, short skirt, fishnet stockings, hair tied up. She knelt down, shyly sucking my cock. I stood there, stroking her hair, not daring to press too hard for fear of making her uncomfortable. But Lan Anh tried to suck deeper, looking at me with love in her eyes.
One day I doggystyled her on the desk, thrusting slowly, asking as I did: “Does it hurt? Am I too strong?”. Lan Anh just shook her head, arching her ass towards me: “No… do it stronger… I like it…”
We made love almost every day. There were weeks when I skipped school in the afternoon and kept her there from noon until late at night, only taking breaks to eat lunch boxes and cuddle up to sleep. I never forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Every time she climaxed, I held her tight, kissed her eyes, her lips, and whispered, “I love you more than anything in the world.”
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