The first volume chapter four cucumbers have pesticides

  My first kiss was given to a strange woman like this.

  But the feeling of kissing was wonderful, I kept trying, two tongues as if conducting a war, I kept going deeper. She made soft "mmm" sounds in her mouth, twisting her body while kissing me, and moved her legs off the seat.

  She freed up one hand, grabbed my right hand and placed it on her thigh.

  I immediately understood what she meant and hastily put my right hand up.

  Her skin was incredibly smooth, so fine that I felt as if I were touching a piece of jade. As my hand delved deeper, her breathing grew heavier and her tongue wildly danced in my mouth.

  The deeper I went, the more delicate her skin became. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her thighs, as if emitting a faint heat. My hand wandered around and finally touched her underwear.

  She should wear a thong, a narrow strip of tight-fitting fabric that clings to her crotch.

  As she held me, her outer buttocks naturally arched up. I suddenly had the urge to tease her a bit.

  I slid my hand over her raised buttocks, such tender and smooth skin! My heart skipped a beat, I couldn't help but rub her butt harder.

  She kept panting, suddenly hugged my head, and pressed my mouth against her chest.

  Just then, the lights inside the car suddenly came on and we both jumped in fright. We quickly sat up straight, fortunately we were at the back so no one saw us.

  The driver said: "We're almost at the station, is anyone getting off along the way?"

  People finally woke up from their dreams. A few people muttered about where they were going down.

  I asked her: "Where are you getting off?"

  I am at the station.

  "Me too."

  "Was it comfortable just now?" she whispered in my ear.

  "It's comfortable, I've never felt so comfortable before."

  "Haha, I'm going back to tell my sisters about it, today I got a virgin."

  Sister? Why does it sound so awkward? Can't be a prostitute, right?

  Doesn't look like you're dressed up?

  But it's hard to say, nowadays everyone says: College students dress like prostitutes, prostitutes dress like college students. Now it's not easy to identify a person's identity by their clothes.

  She won't have AIDS, will she?

  I'm only 15 years old.

  But it seems that the transmission routes of AIDS are only through sexual contact, breast milk, blood, and needle injection. I haven't heard that it can be transmitted through mouth.

  "What's wrong? Why aren't you talking?"

  "It doesn't matter, it's nothing."

  "Think of me and give me a call. When the time comes, my sister will let you know what a real woman is." She said while pinching my face, then she gave me a number.

  At this time, the train arrived at the station. We got off one after another. She took a taxi and left first. I hurried to find a public toilet and washed my hands for almost five minutes. Then I took a taxi to my uncle's home.

  I threw away her phone number on the road, I didn't dare to look for her. Although it felt great in the bus, comfort is priceless and life is more valuable. I won't risk my own life just for a moment of pleasure.

  Thinking that his first kiss might have been given to a prostitute, he felt suffocated for half a day.

  Although I wrote a lot, all of these are just flashes in my mind.

  What is your older cousin sister doing?

  I quietly pushed the door open a bit, knowing that I could see my cousin's bed in view.

  Her sister's body was wrapped in a sheet, lying on her side with her back to the door, making "ah ah uh uh" sounds with her mouth, similar to the sound that woman made on the bus.

  The cousin under the quilt was still swaying back and forth, her body constantly leaning forward, there was no one else on the bed, and the curtains were drawn on the window.

  What's wrong with your older sister?

  After all, my cousin is in the bedroom and there's a quilt covering her body, I don't know if she has changed clothes or not, so I didn't dare to enter casually.

  I quietly pulled the door back and walked into the living room, pretending to have just returned home, shouting: "Who's at home? Cousin, is that you?"

  In the living room, I could only hear my cousin's intermittent voice. When I shouted, the sound stopped immediately. However, my cousin didn't respond.

  I shouted several more times.

  "Who is it? Is that Tianyu? I was asleep."

  Huh? How did my older cousin fall asleep?

  "Tianyu, why did you come back so early?"

  "I'm not feeling very well, why did you come back so early, sister?"

  My older cousin came out of the bedroom, wearing an oversized T-shirt, with a slightly red face. She glanced at me and said, "I found P.E. class boring, so I snuck out quietly."

  "Why didn't you turn off the TV when you went to sleep?"

  I forgot.

  My older cousin smiled at me unnaturally, her hand was behind her buttocks, as if she had taken something, and walked past me from the side, about to throw that thing into the trash can.

  At this time I saw clearly, originally my cousin's hand was holding a small cucumber, it was very small, especially thin.

  "Sister, what are you doing? Why throw it away?"

  "Ah?" My cousin didn't expect me to see what was in her hand, stuttering and stammering as if she had been discovered with a secret: "There's too much pesticide on this."

  "It's okay, just wash it a few more times and you can eat it. Give it to me, it looks pretty fresh, just washed, right?"

  "It's really inedible, there are too many pesticides." My sister-in-law said and threw it into the trash can.

  I'm dizzy, cucumbers are also sprayed with pesticides now, it's really hard to eat any healthy food in the future.

  At noon, my cousin cooked lunch. My cousin came and went, two little white rabbits followed her movements, constantly jumping up and down, making me want to bleed from the nose. I found myself a bit perverted, even having ideas about my own cousin.

  After dinner, my cousin said she still had to go to class and told me to take a nap at home, also reminding me not to be late.

  I lay in bed, but I couldn't sleep.

  It's all because of that stinky woman Lu Jingjing, whose grades are far behind mine. What's so great about her? She just looks a bit prettier, that's all. If she had quietly told me which question it was, with my preparation, I would have answered fluently and wouldn't have conflicted with the math teacher either.

  Damn it, I was robbed by a thug, if I hadn't been doing homework for him, this wouldn't have happened.

  The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

  I won't do homework for these bastards anymore. No wonder girls look down on me, always acting like a slave in front of these thugs, it's humiliating just thinking about it.

  Girls like tall, handsome and heroic men who can protect them. How could they possibly like someone as weak and timid as me?

  It's all over.

  Damn glasses.

  I'd love to smash it to pieces. But without it, I'd have to kiss the utility poles all the time when walking down the street.

  Heavens and earth, why must you torment me so?

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