Text: Womany Irene Lei
The blushing editor said
Do you remember the first time you went to Motel, how you felt? Shy? Naturally? Still overwhelmed? Let's take a look at the first story of "Blushing and Opening the Room", reminiscing about the first time that it is green and cute.
The first time I walked into Motel was many years ago. Occasionally passing by the inn, I still remember what it was like.
Seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls and boys have hormones that work very vigorously, and they seem to have inexhaustible physical strength. After ten hours of school, I either rushed to cram school, did club activities, or met my boyfriend and girlfriend on a date.
That year, I had just entered my second year of high school, and I had just dated a boy from another school for a short time. Adolescent love, like a bubble colorful and sticky, sometimes can reflect a sweet future, sometimes it bursts at the first poke and is fleeting.
The date itinerary of high school students is usually very simple, eating, watching movies, and walking hand in hand on the street. There is desire, but at that age, they both live at home, and they don't know where else to make out except MTV.
Later, my boyfriend's friend suggested that he take me to a hotel to try it out. I just learned that it turned out that their group of boys would exchange progress and information, and it was a tacit secret to what extent and where to make out with their girlfriends.
I'm not too worried about what's going on, after all, I've always been more proactive than my boyfriend in this regard. My only hesitation was whether I would be seen by my classmates and teachers at my respective schools. Will minors have to see their documents? Will it be known to the family?
"My friend said they were never checked." The boyfriend said. Well, in that case, what is there to be afraid of?
On Friday, I made an appointment with my boyfriend to meet after school. "Is that the one?" In the distance, we saw the Motel. Although we had been mentally prepared for a long time, it was still awkward to wear a recognizable uniform, and we lingered at the door for a while before finally mustering up the courage to walk in.
"We're going to rest." The boyfriend said to the counter. The process was unexpectedly smooth, and the counter lady took out the door magnetic card, and after a brief explanation, she indicated us the location of the elevator.
The elevator doors opened, and we passed by an older couple. I don't know if they talked about us after they got into the elevator, but I did see some mixed feelings in their eyes.
This Motel is new, small, beautiful, and not expensive. Walking into the room, it was no different from the hotel furnishings, and it was much more erotic than I imagined.
My boyfriend and I started kissing and caressing, and as usual, the difference was that it might have been in the park or some other public place, but now we finally have real privacy and don't have to worry about when someone passes by or who finds out.
He took off my bra, I took off his panties, we bit each other's shoulders and necks, and made each other comfortable with our hands or mouths—
Actually, we didn't make the last step that time, and both of us were still inexplicably nervous, we both knew that even with condoms, we couldn't 100% contraception, and we couldn't afford to take the risk.
Any feeling of adolescence seems to be multiplied and amplified, and those numb stimulation from the heart to the body make people remember every detail clearly until now. Although the result was colorless and courageous, it was enough for us to be satisfied with the girls and boys at the time.