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First Stirrings

I remember her very vividly; her hair, her smile, her breasts.  She lived just two houses down from us and she came over to see my dad.  She was damaged in that particular way, they'd wager.  But I had no idea what that meant at the time.  I was eleven and Tina was the perfect age of seventeen, with the body of a slender yet exciting seventeen-year old woman.  She had moved to Florida to live with her aunt and uncle all the way from Hawaii.  Family trouble, they'd wager.  But her smile showed me none of that.  It was sweet, bright, and unburdened and it shone through even when she talked.  Everything had an upbeat rhythm when it passed her soft, flawless lips.  She was the first woman of whom thoughts of her kept me up at night and also gave me my first experience of that distinctively male aching in my loins.  I had no idea why but I wanted to touch her, to feel her, to lick her wounds and feel her womanly heat firsthand.  I wanted to thrust against her, not knowing of any opening which would suit these strange and powerful desires.  I felt like a beast and it was also the first time I ever wanted to kill my father.
Written by PierreTheMad
Published | Edited 2nd Jun 2013
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