I had always been a decent, and innocent girl. Never messed around with guys in school, and a clean reputation.
It is my senior year, I am bored, hate the guys in my school because they are so immature, and just, not my style at all. I had just turned eighteen, and had never had sex in my life until I met him. Yes, him. This man whom I still don't know how old he was, but I do know that he must be in his late 30's.
A well built man, with grey hair. The best thing was his mouth and the fulfilling kisses he gave.
It all began like this. One afternoon, after skipping school, I sat on a bench in the park waiting for time to pass, so that I could go home. He came by and began talking to me, as our conversation developed, he got touchier and closer, to the point where we began kissing. His kisses were sexy; I loved the spikes of beard around his chin and loved the way he would suck into my lips. Then he said, " Well, my apartment is just down the street, want to come over so I could teach you yoga?" In which was something we talked about in our conversation.
