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When I Was A Kid
You've carried a big burden on your shoulders for years - ever since you lost your mom's favorite bracelet you've denied you had anything to do with it. Tell us about it. Ashamed that you sucked your thumb until you were 12? Or are you ready to confess that it was you who threw your brother's comic book collection into the toilet?

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Gay Male / 37

    In our early teens, thirteen, fourteen so on I had a school friend whose parents had this stable with horses. They owned this country place and they kept the horses there. He would invite me to go horseback riding with him, his father always got the horses bridled and saddled for us and we would take off and go around the farm. Towards the back of the farm was a stream that opened up into this small pool before it went along out of site. The pool was the swimming hole and on hot summer days we would take a sack lunch and go to the swimming hole and spend the day.

    We rode out in our clothes and had our swimming trunks along and changed when we got there. If it was really warm we would go in naked and sunbathe on this big rock naked. He talked and I listened and I fell in love with his penis. He wasn't some overbuilt guy, he was no different than me, except that it was his penis and I fell in love with it. I loved looking at it, and while he talked I day dreamed about touching it, laying my head on his stomach and playing with his penis. Until one day I did it, I got off my towel and moved over so that my head was on his lap and took his penis in my hand and put it in my mouth. There it was, I did it.

    Maybe a half a minute, maybe less before he was getting up yelling at me asking me what I was doing. But it was too late, he was standing their naked with his penis and yelling at me and I was no longed in love with his penis I was in love with him. I excused myself and told him I didn't know why I did it I just wanted to. He was damn this and damn that and what the hell and fuck you and we were both naked on the rock and my penis was not hard but it was not soft, all I wanted was for him to stop yelling and kiss me. After his rant he sat down and I put my head in his lap and started sucking his penis again.

    This time he got hard and I pushed him back down on his towel and he let me suck his penis and hold it in my hand. It was my first blow job, I wanted him to kiss me but he didn't. We agreed that this was between us I could never tell anyone about it. It was the first time and after that I sucked his penis at night in bed, he lay on his bed and I went over and got his penis out of his pajamas and sucked him. It was many times later that using my hand I got him to cum a little and after a while I could get his penis really hard, bone hard and he would cum and I would rub his penis against my face.

    That was the summer that I found out I was gay. That summer I got him to kiss me even if he thought it was sick and he acted like he hated it. I loved being kissed, laying back on my bed and he kissed my lips and held my penis in his hand, he knew that after kissing me for a while he had to bend down and suck me penis too. It wasn't until several summers later, when we were seniors in high school that we did the ultimate deed and he fucked me and told me I was one sick guy for liking that.

    Life moves on, we grew up and he found a girl he got married to and I moved in with a friend after college and he and I became lovers. My buddy and I are still friends, childhood friends and we get together and don't talk about that summer or the following summer or the day we did the deed. We are just really good friends.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 28

    This happened in 2002 when I stayed with my grandmother that summer in Perth Amboy. I had just turned 12 and Jeremy was the kid who lived next door to my grandmother's house. He was 15 or 16 then and I was allowed to swim in their pool. His dad worked everyday and his mom worked part time somewhere and wasn't home lots of times. The back porch was like a cabana and Jeremy would give me soda and pop cycles all the time. I only knew him for a couple weeks and one day he said he had to jerk off. I honestly didn't know what he was talking about so when he asked if I wanted to watch him I said ok or just yes. He just told me I had to promise not to tell my grandmother and I did. He then stood up and took off his bathing trunks and began putting some kind of lotion on his penis. I never saw a naked boy his age before and the main thing I remember but laugh about now is that he had pubic hair. He stood right in front of me and masturbated and I even asked him what his semen was once he ejaculated. He told me it was cum and said he jerks off all the time because it feels good. By the middle of the summer he would have me sit down and put his penis right in front of me showing me his balls and would even bend over to let me see his anus. Then he started asking me if I wanted to do it for him and I think the first time I jerked him off was in the first week of that August. By then he would lay down on the lounge chair and I would knell down beside him and jerk him off. By the end of August I went back home and have never seen him again. I remember asking my grandmom about him once a couple years later and she said they moved. I doubt I ever realized how this guy took advantage of me until I was about 14. I never did tell anyone about it except for one of my girlfriends recently. He never did try to touch me or ever try to have me undress. At the time if I remember it well I am sure it was fun for me. After all it was Jeremy who was naked all the time. I didn't really mind holding his penis and jerking him off and how he liked me doing it for him. He even had me play with his scrotum at times as I was doing it and thought that was fun. Now I know what a complete idiot I was.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 23

    When one hears about sex activity, especially in families, it seems taboo and so forth but when it happens it's not so weird. My older sister, Missy and I, had what one might call close to but not quite (in my opinion)INCEST. Uncle Alan is dad's younger brother and although dad is 11 years older they are very close.

    Alan sometimes stayed with us for a few days when he was in town on business and Missy was 14 and I was 13. When Uncle Alan was out in the field for his job, Missy always jumped on his computer in search of his porn files. She found some and showed them to me so we learned about a representation of sexuality at about the right age because our bodies were changing and Missy and I began to masturbate. We even had races to see who would reach climax first. It was all normal to us and no one told us differently.

    Uncl e Alan noticed his computer files and instantly knew someone was checking them out and he quickly suspected
    Missy so he asked her and she admitted that she had done it and had a lot of questions. Alan informed dad, his brother, what was going on and dad suggested that Alan become our data source on sex and tell us the difference between what we saw in Alan's cache and what was real. Missy and I became excited and we were all for lessons.

    in time, Missy became bold and demanding and she wanted to see Uncle Alan masturbate and ejaculate in "real life."
    Dad said it was o.k. but there was to be no "touching." In time, that rule fell by the wayside and both Missy and I got to masturbate Uncle Alan until he came. Then Missy said she wanted to experience fucking with a real penis like the hard one on Alan. Alan said, "Absolutely not" and he told dad. Dad shocked us all by saying that Missy and I could both fuck uncle Alan when we turned 16. Apparently, he assumed that Missy and I would forget about it. We did not. We counted the days, and when our time came, we both turned over our virginities to Uncle Alan despite his protests and attempts to have us wait until we met "the right man."

    Missy and I have never regretted it and it remains our secret.


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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 23

    When one hears about sex activity, especially in families, it seems taboo and so forth but when it happens it's not so weird. My older sister, Missy, and I had what one might call close to but not quite (in my opinion) INCEST.
    Uncle Alan is dad's younger brother and although dad is 11 years older they are very close.

    Alan sometimes stayed with us for a few days when he was in town on business and Missy was 14 and I was 13. When Uncle Alan was out in the field for his job, Missy always jumped on his computer in search of his porn files. She found some and showed them to me so we learned about a representation of sexuality at about the right age because our bodies were changing and Missy and I began to masturbate. We even had races to see who would reach climax
    first. It was all normal to us and no one told us differently.

    Uncle Alan noticed his computer files and instantly knew someone was checking them out and he quickly suspected
    Missy so he asked her and she admitted that she had done it and had a lot of questions. Alan informed dad, his brother, what was going on and dad suggested that Alan become our data source on sex and tell us the difference between what we saw in Alan's cache and what was real. Missy and I became excited and we were all for lessons.

    in time, Missy became bold and demanding and she wanted to see Uncle Alan masturbate and ejaculate in "real life."
    Dad said it was o.k. but there was to be no "touching." In time, that rule fell by the wayside and both Missy and I got to masturbate Uncle Alan until he came. Then Missy said she wanted to experience fucking with a real penis like the hard one on Alan. Alan said, "Absolutely not" and he told dad. Dad shocked us all by saying that Missy and I could both fuck uncle Alan when we turned 16. Apparently, he assumed that Missy and I would forget about it.
    We did not. We counted the days, and when our time came, we both turned over our virginities to Uncle Alan despite his attempts to have us wait until we met "the right man."

    Missy and I have never regretted it and it remains our secret.


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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 33

    When I was 10 I would spend weekends at an uncle's house and one day I stumbled upon his porn magazines. It was all straight porn, but I remember loving everything about it. Her ass, pussy and tits; his dick and balls... and that weird "white pipi" the guys always made over the girls' faces or tits. So, I took 3 magazines home (of course my uncle knew it was me, but never said anything to this day) and started sharing then with my friends.

    Jump to when I was 12. I was still sharing the magazines with friends and by now we all knew about jerking off and how good cumming felt, but never had any experiences among us (mainly because the only guy that also liked dick was me). When someone wanted to jerk off to the magazines, he'd go inside a tool shed behind my house and nobody would see or hear anything.

    Turns out one of my friends told his older brother about the magazines and one day I was at their house and he quietly asked me if he could see them. I had no reason to deny it, so we went to my house and he got in the shed with the magazines. He was a lot more experienced than us (he was 16, to us he was very old) and I could hear him softly moan while jerking. This was the first time my cock got hard because of someone else.

    Now I had the urge to see what he was doing that was so good and tried to spy on him through some crack in the shed's wall. He caught me, but instead of getting mad he asked if I could come in and hold the magazine so he could cum faster. I open the door and this white buff is standing there totally naked, with a magazine in one hand and the biggest cock I've ever seen (I laugh at this today because now I know it was probably under 6 inches) pointing towards his 6-pack. His balls were hanging low, as if full of cum, and a precum string was starting to form.

    He wanted to jerk sitting on a bench attached to the wall near the door of the shed, so I had to go around him and sit on a wooden log in front of him. The shed was tight, so I felt his cock head thrust on me when I was passing and he said "sorry"... I wasn't. This "collab" happens some 3 or 4 more times until one day I couldn't hold anymore and asked him something that would generate an awkward silence:

    "CAN I DO IT FOR YOU?"

    After some weird faces by his part and a lot of "what the hell did I just do?" thoughts by mine he agreed and I started jerking him without any slightly clue of how to do it. Holding someone's cock for the first time felt amazing and I was very into it. I was even gathering courage to ask if I could try to suck it, but he came before I had the guts. He never went back after this, but I didn't have the awareness to feel sad and even if I did I wouldn't have to for it.

    But I guess he told his friend and one fine day this black guy appears and tells me he knew about the magazines and what I did for "some guy" in the shed.

    "SO, DO YOU STILL DO IT? BECAUSE I WOULD REALLY LIKE IT..."

    Wh y not? Holding magazines and jerking cocks wasn't a big deal for me anyway. And he was most likely the same age as the other one (he was actually 17), so... Yes, I agreed.

    "BUT HEY, I WANT TO TEACH YOU HOW TO DO STUFF, OK? WE'LL START BY THE BASICS AND GO FURTHER WHEN YOU FEEL READY"

    A hn... Ok, I guess? In the shed we go.

    First thing he does is look for something to put on the floor. "It feels much better laying down", he says. Ok, what do I know? Then he undresses... Didn't have a 6-pack, but the body was nice. His cock was still soft, but his balls were bigger than the other guy's and hanged from his body. He lays down and asks me to take my clothes off, grab the magazines and lay next to him. I obey. He shows me pics and asks if I'd like to do that. Jerking? Yes. Sucking? Yes. Cum on face / in mouth? Sure. Anal? Maybe a little later, I still didn't know how a cock could go in there as the pictures showed.

    He then shows me how to tease him, to fondle his balls and caress his cock. It starts growing and when it's fully hard it looks bigger than the other guy's (he tells me later it's a 7-incher). My cock was hard too, but I realized I wasn't that big and that all men must have different cock sizes and that it changes until you hit adulthood (I'm a happy 7-incher myself today).

    " KISS MY COCK HEAD AND THEN START TO PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH SLOWLY GOING BACK AND FORTH"

    Ok. It tastes nice, a little different than the previous one but still like a cock. I manage to go about 3 inches down on it when he tells me to stay still while he'd move. Sure it's easy for me to do it today, but back then it was a gagging festival every time he pushed his cock in (even though he never did it rough). I suck for a few minutes, then he fucks my mouth and I suck again for some good 20 minutes.

    "NOW I'LL STAND AND YOU'LL GET ON YOUR KNEES IN FRONT OF ME TO SUCK MY COCK AND BALLS UNTIL I COME"

    I do that. He looks in heaven. Before I can prepare he announces he's coming. He pulls his cock off my mouth and unloads over my face. I feel like I'm coming too, but couldn't see a thing. His cock starts to soften a little, but it wasn't over. He ended it all by pissing over my body while I was still on my knees. It was weird, but he'd explain to me later that a lot of people do it and other weird stuff in sex. Luckily there was a tap with an attached hose outside the shed and I could remove the smell of piss from my body before we parted ways.

    We did stuff like this for a few weeks before he even touched the anal subject. One day he lubbed my ass with his spit, grabbed me and told me to wrap my legs around his waist while he slowly let me down on his cock. We tried, but it wouldn't fit and just him pressing his cock head against my hole would hurt a lot. He never wanted to try again until I asked him to take my anal virginity when I was 15 (and also dating a girl).

    In retrospect, I was lucky nobody ever forced me to do anything I didn't want and all experiences were started by me or with my consent. This prevented me from having the terrible problems victims of r**e have to live with. It saddens me a lot that people don't know (or opt for "forgetting") no means no. I married a bi woman in 2007 and we had a lot of fun while it lasted. Today I'm in a 2 year relationship with a beautiful pre-op trans woman and lead a monogamous sex life.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 44

    Now that I am an older guy and know of and been with some women who desire and have strange sex preferences I like thinking back about a neighbor years ago. Helene was close to 40 at the time and I was about 13 when it began. She lived in the corner house and her husband left her and she didn't have kids. At first I only cut her grass or shoveled her snow off the sidewalk and driveway. She always paid me good and began having me wash her windows and do other house chores for her all with my mothers consent. Helene was an attractive women and knew it. I was just a normal young teen at the time but liked seeing her especially when she began exposing herself to me. She started out wearing these night gowns that were almost see through and I knew she had no underwear on. She began having me come to her house once a week after school aside from when I cut the grass. She had me dusting and polishing her furniture all over the house and that's when I began seeing her naked. She intentionally had me vacuum her bedroom as she showered in the master bath knowing I was watching her. There was no way she didn't know I could see her even when she undressed. Every time I washed windows, polished furniture or vacuumed her rugs I would see her naked. After a few months went by she began masturbating obviously knowing I could see her and I was dumb enough at the time not to know what a vibrator was. She not only wanted me to watch her but had no problem expressing herself with loud moans as she orgasmed. That's when I began going into her bathroom to jerk off not that I already hadn't been doing it at home. I don't actually remember when she began asking if I wanted to shower before I went home but I always said no thanks. Then she began almost insisting I get a shower and telling me to use the one in the master bedroom. It was a large glass enclosed shower and I finally consented to use it after a few months of her insistence. She left me towels and each time I began showering there I began jerking off because I just got done seeing her naked and sometimes watched her masturbate. There was no door for the master bathroom but only a wall which made it more private from the bedroom. I would stand by the far window whenever I watched her shower and looked that way to see if she was there but she never was. It took months before I found out she was watching me from the other side of the room. I never knew the mirror on the bathroom wall showed into the shower from the opposite side of the room. I was probably 14 by then and didn't mind her watching me and have to admit it turned me on. The crazy thing is not her or me ever acknowledged it or spoke about it. She knew I was watching her and I knew she watched me shower every week. She didn't care if I saw her masturbate and I liked her seeing me jerk off in the shower. It went on once a week for over a year and I still don't know what caused her to sell the house and move away. I never saw her again and when I asked her why she was moving she just said her job. At that age I don't know why but once I found out she was watching me shower it never seemed to embarrass me. I assume because I saw her naked so many times. I'll never forget Helene and see now how I was such a lucky kid at the time.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 46

    First I need to say that I did not grow up in Europe or the United States, I grew up in a very conservative third world Catholic country. We were not Catholics, my father was assigned there and we went to live there when I was five and my parents still live there. My two younger siblings were born there and everyone feels like they are native's of the country.

    My first experience with libertine freedom was in high school when a girl who had attended a mixed bilingual school came to my class. My experience with libertine freedom happened because my new classmate, we were ninth graders, told me that she had already had sex. My look, answer, whatever opened up the whole conversation about how she had sex with this boy in the eleventh grade who went to school with her brother. She described oral sex and she described doggy sex. I should add that at the time I had never had a sex talk with anyone, certainly nothing like that happened at the school I had gone to and my parents never talked about it.

    The result of all this is that she helped show me how you could have doggie sex, she had me get on my hands and knees and she cleanly entered my vagina from behind with two of her fingers and finger fucked me. I didn't know about lubricating but she had no problems because I was so lubricated anything would have gone in without a problem. She showed me how to kiss and how you got felt up and that having oral sex felt good. It was her first time having oral sex with a girl but it took very little time before we were having complete oral sex with fingering and orgasms.

    It is just that on the outside everyone in the school was a virgin including the nuns and there was talk from time to time about some girl that had graduated was married and now she had to surrender to her husband. No one used the work sex, or intercourse or fuck or anything like that. The only acceptable reference was that she had no choice but to surrender. And this was drilled into us by the nuns. The main reason why we should become nuns, because when you became a nun you married Christ and well he was a spirit so you surrendered your soul but not your body.

    But to get back to my new classmate. If we weren't performing oral sex we were on our knees with our butt in the air and getting fingered while we masturbated our clits and had orgasms. Without question oral sex was better, until you just couldn't take it anymore and you got on your knees and got fingered.

    She talked to her brother and asked him if he would talk to his friend and if he told her parents that he was taking us to the movies then we would get permission and the four of us would go to the weekend house which was an hour away from the city. At the weekend house the boys took out some beer that they had brought, they had us undress and they sat on the couch while we posed naked for them. It was time for me to learn about a boy and we got on our knees and she opened her boyfriend's pants and I followed suit with her brother and I sucked his penis while she sucked her boyfriend's penis. She showed me how to hold his penis in my hand and suck around the head of the penis and then go down on it.

    For sex we went to the master bedroom and we both laid back on it and the boys got on top and we had intercourse, sex with a capital S, we got fucked. We had discussed that when it came time for them to cum they would pull out and cum on the outside. That was the disappointing part, having him cum all over my stomach. We laid there and we ran our fingers through the semen on our stomachs and she tasted it and I tasted it. The boys got on their backs and we sucked their penis again.

    This is how I became a bit of a slut. Technically I wasn't called a slut because as an American girl everyone knew that American girls were easy. As we went on to the tenth and eleventh grades there were other sluts in our school, local girls, and as we finished high school some of went on to college, several of us went to the US or to Europe to go to college, and some stayed and got married and as the nuns told us they had to surrender to their husbands.

    I graduated and returned to get married, to my boyfriend from the ninth grade. A couple, maybe even a few of the girls may have had sex with more than one boy, but once you had intercourse with a boy you had made your choice. I am sure that the reason I was the girlfriend to get married to was because of my classmate who is now my sister in law. She had introduced us and from that day on I was his official girlfriend.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 51

    Looking back at my time on the high school swim team makes me realize how much of us was put on display for all to see. We had tiny swimsuits which were rather snug and didn't leave much to the imagination. Lots of people at competitions, at the school and parents saw us in these rather tiny suits. Seeing pictures of it now makes me realize how little we were covered and one of the parts that was covered was usually very snug and tight and giving a rather clear outline of its size and shape. That wasn't as exposing as when we had parents come to help during our practices or competitions. It was almost always mothers that helped during these times. They would come into our change room and saw us changing. Basically every team member's mother saw every other mother's son naked. There was even a joke going around that by having your son on the swim team was a key to see naked guys. Most team members were younger and I don't think that was true but there were a couple of team members who were 18 years old, basically men, who did seem to get more looks from the mothers. Also, during some practices we had one female teacher poke her head into the change room quite a lot looking for our coach and saw most of us naked on most occasions.

    There was one incident that occurred which got our coach in a little trouble but not much. He would always say we were a team and had to act like a team and support each other no matter what. It was our one hour 7:30am swim practice and one of the team members forgot his swimsuit. He lost his temper with him. He was shouting at him and eventually told him that he would be swimming naked and told us all to meet him by the pool. There were 8 or us with 7 of us in suits and one naked. He then starts giving us a lecture about acting like a team. He goes on to say a team works out together, helps each other out and supports each other no matter what. He then goes on to say that one team member forgot his suit. He then says a team must look like a team and since one of us doesn't have a suit to put on all of you are doing the practice like him. He then made all of us take our suits off. There were all 8 or us naked doing our practice. Since some students get to school early they must have got word out we were swimming naked and more than the usual zero watching us now had over 20 students in the gallery watching us. It was little embarrassing but we knew the coach would kill us if we didn't follow his orders. I remember when our practice was almost over he had us come out of the pool and gave us a further lecture. There we stood with arms at our sides fully exposed to the gallery and the students up there as he went on again about what teamwork meant. One of the guys pointed out the students in the gallery watching us was increasing. He seemed to ignore it and seemed to lecture us longer to teach us a lesson and most likely to prevent anyone forgetting their suit again. The number of students began to start increasing the closer it was getting to the school 8:45am start time. When he finally let us go there may have been almost 150 students up in the gallery seeing us naked. Being the school had around 250 students it means more than half of the school saw us naked.

    Later we found out the trouble the coach got into was not because he made us swim naked but because he didn't lock the gallery door. The parent of one of students said they didn't want her daughter seeing naked boys and when they were told it wouldn't happen again they accepted it and that was all that happened. I know if this happened these days all sorts of actions and disciplines would have been taken against him.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 23

    I dream about my younger self being fucked all the time. I was so curious about sex, especially when I turned 7. Before that I was fascinated by peeing, and I would try peeing in creative places like behind trees, and I would take little toys into my bed to pee into them. After I turned 7 is when I started to learn about sex, but I was very hard because my parents would never talk to me about it, and acted like it was something bad or evil because if it ever came on TV they would freak out and make us leave the room. This only made me more curious, so I would sneak my dad's movies into my room at night and watch all the sex scenes. Eventually (11 years old) we got a computer and I discovered porn, and I watched it whenver I got a chance. I especially liked old man/ younger woman porn. I've always had a thing for older men, because my dad never paid any attention to me. I was never m****ted, but it was not for lack of trying on my part. I'm glad I was never taken advantage of but whenever I fuck my husband now I call him daddy and imagine him fucking the horny little freak that was me like she wanted. I don't really mention it to him because I don't want to freak him out. I told him about it once or twice and he humored me, but I'm scared if he knew how much I fantasize like that he would freak out.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 23

    My sexual experiences, I think, began on a playground in the fall of 2001, when I had just turned six.

    In my kindergarten class, we had two kids full-on make out with each other on the playground. I didn’t get too good a look when it happened. Just caught a glimpse of the last 10 seconds or so of what may have been the smallest make-session ever.

    TM, the boy, and JC, the girl, were on the lowest platform on the wooden jungle gym, low enough to the ground to where kids could sit and let their legs dangle off. He was always a bigger boy, mostly height but in girth as well. He had short, dirty-blonde hair and was wearing blue jeans and a blue button up with lighter and darker blue vertical stripes.

    His feet touched the ground.
    Hers did not.

    She was a medium-sized girl with brown hair that was so dark it was almost black. Her dress was over top of a white, long-sleeve shirt with little cartoon characters polk-a-dotted across it.

    He was nearly on top of her when I saw it happening. But it didn’t look like she was being crushed or was resisting at all. Her arms were pushed through his armpits and wrapped around his back as her lips and his were locked together in the aggressive embrace. Their tongues were poking in each other’s cheeks and they switched the orientation of their heads a couple times, like they were trying to make sure they each invaded every nook and cranny of the other’s facehole. His hand crept up her stomach, pulling her shirt up ever so slightly enough to reveal her skin beneath. He may have been trying to cop his first feel of first base.

    She grabbed the back of his head for just a second towards the end of their kiss and he actually caressed her face with his hand for a second as well right after that, before they both pulled off of one another for a second, a shared strand of spittle still connecting their lips.

    And, like a movie almost, this look into one another’s eyes were immediately followed by the teacher’s yelling for them to stop and almost pulling them apart.

    I can’t remember if they got in trouble once we came back in from recess. They may have earned each other a phone call to their parents. But I honestly can’t remember.

    If they had any other escapades after that, I was never witness to them. I think they acted like boyfriend and girlfriend for a short time after that before they both started saying they were just using one another for their first kiss.

    I do remember the look of sheer bliss in that moment when they looked at each other just after one of the most, frankly, passionate kisses I’ve ever been privy to.

    I never talked to her or him much through the rest of elementary school. Neither were ever friends of mine and both were in opposite classes to me.
    She moved away after second-grade I think. He was held back in fifth grade and ended up going to a different middle school than me anyways.

    I did end up seeing her in my last two years or so of high school. Never closely during that time and never again after leaving.

    #41760 — Comments (1) — Oct 4, 2018 at 9:16 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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