Does anyone remember their first kiss? I don't mean when those annoyinf aunts would give you an embarrassing peck on the cheek.
I'm talking about a real tongue dancing, spit swapping kiss.
My first kiss was when I was11. I kissed a boy, the same boy who would two years later deflower me. I was riding with his mom and brothers to go spend some time with their grandma. He and I were sitting side by side in the very back of their van. I don't remember now whether his mom hit a pothole or swerved to miss one. The van's sudden movement threw me face first into him, bringing our lips together. We seperated, not sure what to do or say. I looked into his eyes and he looked back into mine. We were drawn back together, our faces slowly moving closer. Until, our lips melted together. I parted my lips and he slid his tongue inside my mouth. He wrapped his arms aroound me as I began to rub his growing
cock
through his pants.
We reluctantly separated, because a van full of brothers ment we were likely to get caught, and getting caught would've been like a death sentence.