Just as he had found a steady pace, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of me. XXX She’s not even that pretty. He confronted me, and I tried to kiss him. He grabbed my hips, and brought his face mere centemeters from my wet, aching sex. He grabbed a towel, and without another look at me, went in the house. I lay there, zoned out and drunk on my bliss. “Because I wanted to.” I crossed my arms. We can’t do anything sexual ever again. They just so happened to circle my nipples almost perfectly. Why would the universe let me taste something so perfect and sweet only to take it away? I was twelve and he was just shy of fourteen.
