When I was 16, 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 of course 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 and 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 and then
our lips met again and our mouths 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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