It spilled on the bench and dropped to the floor. She had a confused expression.Me: Hey Rachana, are you okay? Did I do it badly? It is my first time....achana: More than okay. That was so good.I pulled her a little and kissed her on the lips, interrupting her. Her soft lips had some sweetness. We kissed and our tongues were twisting around. That warm feeling I can never forget. She raised her hand to my back and pressed me while kissing.We kissed each other for at least 8 minutes. That was very. She said she would be there a few minutes before school let out and would meet me there, though I could take my time coming out of the building. I looked questioningly at her but she just smiled. At my classes that afternoon more girls came up to talk to me. I did my best not to sound like a nerd but not to brag, either. I guess I did okay as the girls actually seemed to enjoy talking with me. A couple of them commented on the Saturday night party and the rearrangements that had occurred in my. .am...I?" There, the question has been asked and I anxiously await your reply."Why you're a compassionate and caring human being," you respond tenderly."No, I mean what kind of compassionate and caring human being am I?" I insist. "Am I straight? Gay, bi, bi-curious, what?" Well, you're certainly not straight, you're too good of a cock sucker for that," you say with conviction."Thank you, Jenny," I respond with genuine sincerity, "I do enjoy it." Are you attracted to men?" you probe."Not. "Anyway after that first encounter I asked this sexy French Maid from Spainfor her 'phone number but she wouldn't give it to me.After coming back a few times a week for a month she eventually gave inand gave me her number. I thought that this would set the pattern in ourrelationship with me as the decision maker and Victoria eventually givingto what I asked her. I had had other girlfriends before and it usuallyworked out this way. This was, although I did not know it at the time,going to be.