We tumbled into a cab and headed home. The smell of Frans perfume had been driving me crazy all night. Once inside the cab, she thanked me for a lovel... evening. Her head came to rest on my shoulder and she sighed, closing her eyes. My eyes traced her figure, starting from the spiked heels and slowly up the length of her body, admiring her attributes and wishing I wasnt such a coward. But were so close, I argued with myself. How can I make a pass? Shed be shocked, shed kill me, shed never speak. I often overheard girls in my classes or at school talk about the guys they liked and had kissed/made out with. But, my inexperience was not widely known. Having never even gone on a date, I lived in shame and isolation; for fear that others would find out and make fun of it.Spending time alone at the house was a common occurrence. My father was always working and rarely home. My mother having died when I was 3, life had been me and my dad ever since i could remember. To pass the time, I would. I gave her another peg and i completed one peg. I started again to search and stopped at her neck again and kissed her this time she did not resist, she closed her eyes and suddenly i kissed her lips. She did not open her mouth i did not release the kiss. She responded very little. i kissed her lips for the first time and wat a taste it was. I never tasted anything better than that. i stopped kissing and looked in to her eyes with full of lust.I kissed her lips again and this time it was a. Instead, I sat down and logged on to the free dating site I had joined. Within seconds I got my first message. I wriggled in excitement seeing it was a hot guy from the area. I had no intention of meeting anyone, just a bit of playing around online. So I answered it, with a quick hi and how are you. He wrote that he thought I was hot and I wrote back and asked if he had read my profile. The pictures of me were a little blurry and not close up so I could pass for a woman. As I suspected though,.