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I kissed a girl, and I liked it.
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I kissed a girl, and I liked it. The memories I'm sharing with you are events that happened to me. They were not much different then the things that happened to you. But it sure sounds better then it was, when it's written down.I hope you enjoy reading my memoirs, as mush as I like sharing them with you. Sharon and I had been best buds for years. She was a year younger then me, and quite the tom boy. She still had an undeveloped body, so tits didn't get in her way. She was about 5'2'' thin, cute-ish, with short brown tomboy hair. Me, I was starting to fill out. And you know what I look like. Sharon lived a block away from us. Our parents knew each other for years. We'd eat meals over at each others houses, then do homework together. But she had something I didn't. Her dad built her a bedroom loft, in the upper part of the garage. She had her own room. It was great. Posters covered the walls and her bed had about 8 pillows, and 12 stuffed things on it. There was an inter-com to the house. She had a radio, a stereo, and cable TV, and a small fridge and microwave. No running water though. It was the middle of summer and we had been over in the woods and fields of what many called Sheridan valley. It was down around the train tracks. The shadows of the trees were getting longer and longer, as they covered the dry weeds in the field like a cool blanket. And at the same time waking the lightning bugs. It was time for them to do their nightly dance between the weeds and trees. No time or jars to catch any this night. We walked up the hill, and through the cemetery. As we neared the alley to Sharon's house, We saw my Mom and Dad sitting on the front porch. We waved so they knew we were OK, and turned toward Sharon's house. We were hot and dirty from spending the afternoon looking for fossils. It was pretty dark, so Sharon suggested we hose down, and cool off while we clean up. Then we could go to her room for privacy. Sharon turned on the water at the side of the garage, while I held the end of the hose up into the air, so it would rain down on us. The water was cold, and felt so good as it drizzled down across our dusty bodies. Soon our tee-shirts were soaked and our jeans were heavy with water. She's known about my physical difference for a long time. But she'd never seen it. We turned off the outside light on the garage. That left us in near darkness. We took off out tee's and jeans, and stood almost naked, in our make believe rain some more. She reached over and put her hands on my tits. I just stood there, letting her. She began rubbing them, and then moved her hands up around my neck. She moved in closer to me. Then we both moved in for a kiss. Our lips touched. It felt like static electricity. We kissed each other for about 15 seconds, mouths closed. Then we moved apart just far enough to see each others reaction. We looked into each others eyes for what seemed like a long time. Then without a word, we joined lips again. This time our mouths were open. I could feel an eagerness in her tongue. her arms folded around me, and mine around her. Then I felt it start to happen. I broke free of her soft grasp. I ran up stairs grabbed a blanket and quickly wrapped up in it. Sharon followed, not to far behind. She walked over toward me and gently took hold of the blanket. As she looked me straight in the eyes softly smiling, she pulled the blanket off my shoulders. It dropped to the floor around my feet. Her fingers unclasped my bra(front clips)and slide it down my arms. Then she took off her bra. She put her left hand around my neck and pulled me to her. And at the same time she reached into my panties. I didn't even try to stop her. Then she moved us to the bed. We fell down onto pillows, and I began returning her touches. good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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Hotwitch2, you have talent! No I think it is more like a gift! Your words truly paint a picture that is clear and precise. And another nice thing is you are not limited to porn; that is the beauty. Keep up the good work!!!
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Great stories, just like being there, thanks.
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Great story, thanks.
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You paint so well with your words...
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12/11/2009 1:40 am |
good story
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