Wow, I so very clearly remember that day... Since both parents worked, I was driven to school, but I had a key to let myself in the house. She had tak...n the bus, and we met as a result of being let off at the same bus stop.For no good reason I said, “Hey, what’s your name?”She said, “Melody, what’s yours?”“Paul, which house is yours?” I responded.We walked side by side as the other kids went to their houses. We were the only two left, and she took my hand, saying, “I’m a little nervous. Can we. The touch of his fingers sent goose bumps down my spinand up my chest. I felt myself getting turned on.I stepped away from him and sitting down, I tired to pull my arms intomy shirt, but failed. "Give me a sec and let me change." He nodded andstood to get himself another drink.I went up stairs and tore my shirt off. I threw it on the bed andsearched my drawers. I threw on a tank top without thinking and ran downstairs. Lesson three: don't go down stairs without a bra. I almost raninto the. I cupped his firm ass and said, "well some one is ready" What could I do? It is rude to leave folks naked by themselves and I was prepared. One button on my shorts and they we down and off, one button on my shirt and it was gone.He was pretty greedily that night pouncing on my dick and balls with his mouth immediately. He rolled his tongue over the head of my cock,down the shaft and then tickled my balls. Then he started sucking, slow at first then, pumping my cock with his mouth.The. Sometimes I fantasize about getting a little rough – let my frustration show through and hope that I can awaken passion within her where maybe there isn’t much that day. But I know that would be wrong and I don’t want to lose what pity sex I can count on from time to time. The “longie” is what I want. When both of us are equally passionate. When there is time for luxurious and creative foreplay. When the goal is not to get it over with but to prolong the pleasure, the desire, the pain. Sex that.