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, sure, I'm OK. It is just the sharp pain. But he didn't make it nice at all, that's why I want it back. After the first pain, it feels good, you know, if he had waited a minute.

But it was just so rough ... I don't know. and then he was suddenly afraid of being caught so he hurried me away from there with his cum still sticky and runny down my thighs. Ugh! He didn't even pull my panties up for me, just left me standing there on one leg struggling to get back into them."

In spite of ourselves, that made us laugh a moment.

"So, Temi ... you be careful who does you ... takes your cherry, I mean, the first time should be someone nice, OK."

I nodded, and realized I hadn't blinked my eyes nor taken a breath throughout the tale. Well, I'm sure I did, but it felt like I hadn't. What I'm saying is I was really shocked by all this.

This was the first time Mary had ever told me something where she didn't come out of it right on top of things. She was really shaken up by this experience. So was I, really, just listening to it.

I really felt sorry for her, that night.

I had a lot to think about before I slept that night.

That night was something!

Our sleepover kept my mind busy for many days thinking over all these new things there were to think about and put in place in my little world. I mean, for heavens sake, dry-humping, cumming or orgasms, finger-fucking, boys sucking on nipples, and then the whole important issue of losing my cherry.

There was a lot to digest in one night with my friend Mary!

It was good, though, ya know? When you know something about what's coming down the road, you feel good about life, I think. At least with me, if I don't have some idea of what might happen next, I am uncomfortable, tense like.

But now that I knew, I could make those events my friends and just wait for them to happen in my life, right?

It was a few weeks later when some of those 'friends' started to visit me.

"Mom and Dad are going to a big party this weekend! Will you stay home with me?" We were doing the dishes together...

"I don't know what I'm doing yet."

"I want to masturbate together!" I said desperately.

"I'll stay home." he said quietly.

"Cool. I love it." I giggled.

"Really? together?"

"OK?"

"Yes."

"I'm so excited!" I whispered, looking over my shoulder to make sure we were alone.

In the middle of the week, I couldn't wait. When the house was completely asleep, I crept down the hall to Akin's room and pushed the door open as quietly as I could. I heard a noise downstairs and quickly went back to my bed. I lay there listening tensely, but heard no more. NO lights came on, just silence. Again I walked down the hall, my nipples jutting against my gown. I stood beside his bed and looked down at his sleeping form. He lay on his back and I pulled the sheet back slowly so he didn't wake.

His cock lolled quietly between his legs. I looked down at it and put my fingers between my legs and rubbed my panties slowly.

He snored and I let him sleep. I carefully moved his cock so that I could see it better in the dim light. It hardened under my hand and I watched it rise slowly. My breath came in heavy bursts and I tried to calm my heart beating firmly in my chest. Akin moaned and moved a little on the bed.

I stood looking at his prick, admiring it in the dim light. I remained very quiet and his breathing returned to normal.

I leaned over and my hair brushed against his cock and then fell onto his tummy. I stopped and waited, he moved a little, but then his breathing continued regular. I leaned further and let my lips touch it. Again it seemed to jump and stiffen. I stayed hovered above him for what seemed a long minute, then put my tongue out and touched it again. My heart was beating wildly.

His hand touched my leg. I stood still. The blood was pounding in my ears and I knew I should go back to my bed before I was caught. His hand seemed to caress my leg but his breathing sounded normal. Again my tongue ... to the tip ...