When I was 15 I went to a house party, at the home of a
friend of a friend and that was when I saw her.
She was way out of my league I knew that from the outset,
she was five years older than me for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the
bargain, but I thought there was no harm in looking.
Anyway after a couple of beers I got brave and started to
flirt with her and I was really chuffed that she was a really good sport and
flirted back.
Well we kept that up for a while and then she asked for a
refill of her glass so I went off to the kitchen.
I thought it was probably just ruse to get rid of me but
then it had only been a bit of fun.
However to my surprise, not only had she not done a
runner but she was waiting for me in the hall and steered me expertly into the
utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on my mouth.
Our mouths parted long enough for me to put the drinks
down and get a short sentence out. "I thought we were only flirting"
"You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing
in on me again.
"Perhaps you could teach me," I suggested
“Ok" she replied a leant her face towards me and gently touched her lips
against mine.
“A little more I think” I said
"You’d like me to teach you some more?" she asked smiling.
"Oh yes" I replied and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her
close.
Then our lips met again and opened on contact with tongues
flicking.
I had never had a French kiss before and I hoped she
wouldn’t notice,
She pulled herself away from my over enthusiastic efforts
and looked into my eyes and smiled.
"You're not a bad kisser" she said kindly
"You're a good teacher" I told her
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said and unzipped my
fly.
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