You’re just a mere girl of sixteen, who has been exposed to a lot of things your parents and grandparents hadn’t known of until their late twenties. Or that’s what they said. Well we do live & are apart of different generations is your only excuse, in your mind.
You try to stay to your Christian roots but in this world keeping up to your religion is hard. There are a lot of temptations out there & you’ve tried to fight them.
You’re a sixteen year old & you’ve just received your first “kiss kiss”, from a guy with at your school, who is known for having a reputation.
When it was just you and him online you talked about how you’ve never been kissed. That’s how it started, but was so much approached by you stroking his ego.
Your confessions heard, & his maneuvering known. He said he could help you out with that & he said that you both could do the whole kiss ‘thing’ the next mourning at school which got you mega nervous because he was real. You only flirted because it was fun nothing could ever happen but with him things could this excited you and frightened you. After loads of delay you finally find your way to the back of the school freaking out because he was right there ready to be your first kiss . it was a shock to you that he wouldn’t show more nerves. But then again at that moment you forgot he had a reputation. You wanted your first ‘make out like kiss’ bad, television mad it look good, stories made it sound good you wanted it.
You finally locked up the courage and you kissed him, not with passion but with curiosity. You had no clue what to do in this situation, you’ve never done this before. You only enjoy the pleasures of reading it on Quizilla and other websites, which led down the path of dangerous urges.
You see what you can’t have which makes you want it more.
The want is sexual tension between you & another, of course of the opposite gender. Some you merely I.M.ed naughty delights, soon after you ‘touched’ yourself which did please for awhile but the touch of another would be so much better.
After the kiss session & whatever you learned from it your urges grew. You of course wanted more & you gave him permission to get more physical.
And so days pass & when the day came you went back to your spot behind the school to make out & well he did get physical. You had to reassure him twice, as if he wasn’t going to do it anyway. Your breast is what he managed first & that felt good. Then it was to get to class.
Your next meeting of physical urges, you had to plan because it was all up to you always had been. You flirted first, you confessed & you urged. So you had to plan.
You had no after school activities so you had no excuse to tell your mom when you’d come home late from school. But lucky for you some early release/dismissals from school were coming your way. Then again luck wasn’t always on your side your once trusty phone was busted. So your plan to tell mommy dearest you ‘missed the bus’ & come pick you up, were kind of not the ‘rite plan’, anymore.
You still decided to go with the plan though. You wanted so badly to go another step farther into sinful darkness. You just tweaked you plan a little by borrowing your moms phone. After early release from school that day you & your best buddy grabbed the guy with a reputation & went to the park, his idea. Your best buddy disappears with her boyfriend, which came to pick her up, a little while after arriving at the park.
You two left alone to find a place to just ‘hang’. You go to a place in the park he knows, slightly secretive, hardly noticed. Of course he would know of this place, might have been there with plenty of girls. You thought that, sure but you weren’t going to be the one to ruin your own fun.
There you were with him alone this slightly damp lair of his. Tree braches, your ceiling, & mud-dirt, your floor. You made out for awhile then he says he ‘thinks your ready’. Then he whips out his dick. That wasn’t your first encounter with his ‘friend’. The first time was when you kissed for the first time, romantic really.*rolls eyes* writer: NOT!!
You help him masturbate with your hand then strange your breast. Which he kept complementing you on how ‘big and soft’. There was a point when you found yourself sucking him off, he held aggression there. Making you gag a few times totally not secy. But your tongue did get some moans from him also. You never saw yourself doing anything to that affect, your mouth down there who knew? While you pleased him he found ways to please you. His mouth around your breast, you let moans out & his fingers were magic.
Little whiles later, you stood at the school with your best buddy & some what shame on your face. You both got in the car when it arrived & went home, you had dirt on your pants at the knees but no one said anything. You rushed to the bathroom & took a HOT shower, that being the time you’re realizing what you did that day, hoping to scorch it away.
You hope that you’re still a good girl after this. The feeling of his finger still in you, & the smell of your mingled sweats still above your lip, always in you sense.
What you’d gladly do to forget your that day most of all, the day of your first sexually aggressive encounter with a guy that has a reputations, not to mention he’s a bisexual. Now you pray to God that you didn’t acquire an S.T.D.
