Go.” She didn’t do anything, clearly nervous. I got tired of waiting, and reached back behind me, grabbed her waist, and pulled her towards me... “What are you waiting for?” I asked. “Where’s that confidence you had just a few minutes ago?” “Shut up!” she said. “Just… just let me do this at my own pace, okay?” She huffed out a breath. “All right. Here I go.” I was facing the mirror this time, and so I was able to watch her hands drift up my sides. First inward as she followed the. I suppose that was what the folks figured ... that was why they made that rule. The closest I ever got was on the night of our senior prom, with Frankie Jessup in the back seat. I’d been pushing his hands off of me the whole evening; but Ralph Newsome, Merrie’s date, parked on a back road, and the two of them started making out in the front. I always followed Merrie’s lead. Always. In fact, I never even accepted a date with a guy before talking to her about it. So ... when they started necking,. Then she messaged me to keep kiss a complementary. Then after that, we started to hang out more often and kissed each other passionately even while going on the bike. One day, we went to the beach, we started to kiss passionately.Then I slowly touched her boobs. She started moaning. I took that as a green signal. I slipped my hand through her t-shirt and inside her bra. I felt it so soft. That is the first time, I touched a boob. It felt so great.So as there were many people around, we stopped. I quickly retired to the bathroom and put on my trunks. We strolled to the pool area, activated the jets, and sunk shoulder-high into the hot water. As the agitation of the water burst around us like molten lava, we talked and flirted. She responded favorably, but not in an obvious or slutty way. The longer we soaked, and talked, the closer we sat to each other. Soon, we were leg to leg.After a bit, she suddenly pushed off the ledge, turned 180 degrees, squatted in front of me, and we continued.