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I couldn’t help but glance discreetly at Mrs. Crawford. Her knee-length dress had ridden up slightly, and I was able to appreciate a small expanse o... her nyloned thighs.“Will that be all, Miss?” I asked. Jennifer looked up briefly and simply dismissed me with a wave of her hand. I suppressed the natural feeling of humiliation and steeling myself, returned to the kitchen. I was furious with myself for being manipulated into this ‘impossible’ situation. How could Jennifer be so off-hand, after. He looked deeply into my eyes and I felt an unfamiliar warmth run throughmy body."Have you ever even been kissed by a man before?"Oh my God. Where was this going to end up? He must have misunderstood whatI was trying to say. I had to tell him that right then I wasn't at allinterested in doing that, didn't I? But all I could do was shake my head'no'."May I kiss you?"I paused for a moment."I don't know," I replied softly. That was the truth. I was now feeling mymasculinity beginning to slip away. ” She said in her labored, tiny girl voice. For a moment, her petite hand grazed my own as I left her to hold the door. It was amazing how warm her hands stayed on such a chilly autumn day.“Getting colder, isn’t it?” I asked as we scurried up the flights of stairs. The weather. Like I cared. It was the soulless banter at your disposal when you felt compelled to say something, but were too lazy or chicken-shit to be authentic.“Yeah, really.” She fired back. My peripheral vision drank each fluid. I told him I wanted to discuss our situation, I wanted to delve into the exciting new pleasures that were in store for us and make neccessary arrangements. We approached the pond and Brian plopped his ass on the ground, then he pulled on my arm and sat me down next to him. He planted a huge kiss on me, sticking his tongue in my mouth and caressing the back of my head. Our tongues wrestled and goose bumps spotted my skin, he was a good kisser. Brian told me that we had to keep this "hush hush",.
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