All I can remember vividly is her breasts and her smile. That's nice I suppose, but perhaps should be her smile and her breasts. But I was 19 at the time.
Sarah. Perfect breasts. Perfect smile.
That's nice.
I met Sarah at church and she was my first steady girlfriend. I think she was keener on me than I was on her - I was, of course, still a sex starved maniac but perhaps most 19-year-old males were.
Well yes, the ones I knew were.
Is my cock big enough?
The girly mags still came out at night and I was still waiting for my first fuck.
So Sarah was lovely, a pretty brunette, who smiled for England and seemed to beam constantly when I was around her. She was a friend of Gabbys who had since moved on to older males with cars and motorbikes - not pushbikes like me - but Sarah was an innocent unlike my previous liaison. Unfortunately that was not a good thing, as I wanted her to be dirty and experienced - to eat me whole in an orgy of sucking and fucking just like they did in those glossy pages. So the scene was set for me to corrupt her and lure her into my world of pink pussies and red lip-gloss to satisfy my lust.
Kissing - we did a lot of kissing. It started on the way home from Church one evening when I asked her out.
Will you go out with me?
The necessary words to start the romance - the burning face and stuttering words that I had worried over all week.
