My first lover
My first lover is my tablemate. She sat with me only at the request of our head teacher. We are not too tall, sitting at the first table against the left wall of the classroom. I am inside, she is outside. Every time I came late, I waited for her to stand up from her seat and come out before going in.
Once, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, she didn’t get out of her seat but stood inside, leaving me a small gap. If I get in from behind her, my lower body will cling to her ass. The classmates around were watching the excitement, and I was rather shy, so I jumped over the table and got into the seat.
She is very angry, don’t know why? Although we did not draw a clear dividing line, there is an insurmountable boundary in the dark. After each exam, she would take the initiative to communicate with me to discuss the wrong questions. She will also supervise my work or carefully help me check problems. She is like a patient, caring big sister.
Then the boundary between me and her was unknowingly broken. Every time I communicate and discuss homework with her, I am unrestrained, relaxed and natural. I leaned close to her. Her hair scented with saponaria scented on my face, itchy and itchy, and her thin real shirt revealed her white skin. There was a torrent of water in my heart, and my breathing was extremely abnormal.
Two years passed in a flash. After graduating from junior high school, I once wrote her a long letter of tens of thousands of words, secretly expressing my love for her. But there has been no response. Later, I missed her so much, so I secretly saved money and customized a young teen sex doll that looked the same as her.
After graduating from high school, I suddenly saw her on the street. I had gradually forgotten, but when I saw her suddenly, I brought back that beautiful memory and regained that emotion. She has lost a lot of weight, her hair is tousled, and her clothes are not so decent. She crawled on the ground, and a pair of snow-white plump tits were completely exposed to my sight. It seemed that she was waiting to be fed, the cherry pacifier was swollen.
I squatted down to find out about her recent situation, and asked why she didn’t reply to my letter. She didn’t respond, turning her face aside to introduce the product to the customer. I had a girlfriend with me at the time, so I didn’t want to stay long. When I got up and left, I turned around and looked at her again, feeling sour in my heart, an indescribable feeling. After walking so far, still can’t give up.
Two more years later, I went to work as a teacher in a school near her, and I took the opportunity of a home visit to find her home. She said that it would be nice to receive your letter earlier. I said I wrote it to you after graduation. She said it took more than half a year to receive it, and she has already made a marriage appointment.
We have missed a lot of time, and we can’t go back to the past.
