For me it happened the fall of my sophomore year in high school. Rhonda and I were high school sweethearts and dated (on and off) for three years. We�...�d started talking to each other in the hall at school because I’d lost an assignment and asked her if she had it. But we kept talking. And talking. We met for lunch and talked. We met at football games and sat together. And talked.At homecoming that fall, I asked her to go to the dance with me. We were both just old enough to date at school events. " "You slept in those clothes?" Paul's mom said as she crouched down in herwhite Tee-shirt with the Pepsi symbol on it and a pair of blue denimshorts. "Leave me alone.." Paul said, breaking into tears. His mom grabbed himbefore he could get up and run off like he did the night before. "You musthate me." "I don't hate you." His Mom said as he wiped the tears from his eyes."Your make up is starting to run. I... I guess I didn't realize how much thismeant to you." "You... You mean that?" Paul. He laid me on my side, saying it is best for the first time, he lubed me up and stretched me a little with his fingers but I was feeling a bit remote, the closeness I had felt before was gone, I wanted to look into his eyes as he mounted me, I guess, so I stopped him and explained. He was very nice about it, laid me on my back, went down on me again, while sticking several fingers inside me, lubing and stretching my hole. Then he kind of climbed up my body towards me, and I felt his meat trying. Gradually I increased the tempo of my thrusts fucking her harder and faster, my balls slapped against her with every stroke and I could feel my load building up. "Oh Vicky I can't hold on much longer, you're going to make me cum soon." I said as I pounded her with my aching cock. She moaned loudly and said "I'm ready to cum too baby, come on and let me feel you squirt your hot load into me." I drew back and gave her one more hard thrust as I exploded shooting six or seven intense streams deep.