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We barly new each other. I was a senior in highschool and he
was a sophmore in college. We got connected by a friend and
talked like there was no end. I called you really late and I
figured it was fate. You came over my house and we sat down
on the couch. We started making out but I wasen't sure what
we were all about. But when you put your hand in mine I was
sure we were fine. You took off your shirt. What would that
hurt. cuddled for awhile watching each other smile. He
started kissing me again because he couldent get enough of
them. When your lips touched mine I felt as if I would die.
We didn't know what to do next, it was a mess. He stared in
my brown eyes seeking for an answer. He lifted me up because
he new what I wanted. He lifted up my arms and went for the
waist he stared in my eyes to make sure I was alright. He
put his fingers on the bottom of my shirt ready to uncover
my...
Posted: 2005-08-17 19:54:05 UTC

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