I have been thinking a lot about the first time I was with a girl. It was before I was with a boy, actually. I was spending the night at my friend Karen’s house. She and I were talking about boys. We decided that we should practice kissing on each other, so we would be prepared for those boy kisses.
Our lips touched together nervously for the first time. She tasted so sweet, like the cherry blow pop she’d been eating a bit earlier. I couldn’t help but lick my tongue out, taking a sweet taste. Her tongue soon followed, and we were kissing deeply. My hand instinctively roamed over her small breasts, gently squeezing. I heard a soft moan escape those parted lips, and things progressed naturally from there….
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