“So, you think I’m mad at you for getting my cherry and blame you for it?” I demanded. XXX For some reason the thought of getting pregnant never really entered my mind, I just wanted my breasts to grow. I was fourteen and just beginning my freshman year of High School. Never-the-less, they had always been incredibly sensitive, in fact the main reason I wore a bra, other than to take advantage of the padding, was to eliminate the feeling of my blouse rubbing on my nipples. We rolled onto my bed and stretched out to full length. Then the teacher suggested that we think about things we had in common with our parents, such as eye color, hair color and other physical characteristics then share them with the class. I was naked except for my panties, but Paul was completely clothed.
