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EROTICA
How I Lost My Virginity (Part Two)
Mother did not warn me about girls
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Our kiss was intense, slow at first, but soon we started to suck the breaths that came out of each other's mouths. I swear I saw a tear drop out of Andre’s eyes. Had no one ever loved her like this?
I hoped it wasn’t guilt, though, and if it was, props to her for expertly hiding it.
Our kiss wasn’t like my Christian parents' kiss; our tongues were all over the place. Our hearts throbbed in sync. It was amazing.
“You kiss well,” she whispered, “You taste better.”
“Yeah, I know. Meanwhile, you taste like an onion.”
We giggled.
“Sorry about that. I had no idea we were going to be kissing, I would have freshened up.”
“I did.”
She sniffed me like her salvation lay beside my neck.
“Damn…you taste good,” she muttered.
“Go on, dear, don’t be afraid,” I said, guiding her head from behind.
Rubbing on her hair felt good.
Her hair was soft, sweet.
