You better tell me what it is."She turned and looked at Jim. Her eyes were glistening and her lips trembling."When you go to Michigan on Sunday, you b...tter forget about me. Start over—find someone else. That's what I'll be doing." What!" he exclaimed, "Not a chance, Hildy." It's for the best," she stammered.Tears began rolling down her cheeks."Hildy, I know I should have come up here sooner. I kept thinking I would get what I needed in the mail and then I would..." It's not that. It's not about. He reached out and touched my nipple... then he... mmmm... he started to suck my tits... then he turned me around... I was face down on the bed... he started to run his hands up and down my thighs... mmmm... he raised the nightdress up over my ass, it was bunched up around my waist... oooh... he leaned over me... his cock was prodding my ass... he was... he pushed it... oooohh... "Sally broke off to kiss me, her body shaking ever so slightly as she clung on to me, drawing me in tighter, as her. She gazed up at me, her big round brownish green eyes swirling with adoring love, comfort, and trust, and knowing I never lasted long.Her tone changed, her innocent eyes wide, saying seriously, almost begging, "But seriously baby, pull out, please just pull out." I nod my head lovingly knowing how she wanted to pursue a career before thinking about kids. Kissing her lovingly and hugging her sweetly. Promising I would. My cock throbbing, feeling her tight tiny little hot wet sweet young pussy. But, to get back to my story. I had just graduated high school and turned eighteen the same month. I was inexperienced when it came to sex. My girlfriends told me all the good and bad things about making out with guys. Some of them had their first experience at age twelve. I didn't have sex for any particular moral or religious reason. I just didn't like having boys paw me with their sweaty hands and make disgusting comments, like, "Hey bitch. You a Lezzie? That why you don't put out?" I mean,.