By other people’s standards I looked great, but with the short skirt, thigh being exposed, flat tummy showing, cleavage poking out and toes on displ...y through the thin sandal straps, I hated how I looked. Not because I thought I was unattractive, but quite the opposite, I hated being attractive, especially for the wrong reasons… I just looked at myself and thought I was crazy. Most girls go through hell to be sexy and get attention and I try to avoid it like it is the plague. My father was to. But for those two blocks, there was no other reason to be touching each other than that we wanted to.And it completely took my breath away.For forty years after that night, every time I thought of it everything around me stood still and I lived in that square inch of contact. It is the single moment in a lifetime that you realize that someone outside your own skin can become so important that the rest of the world disappears. And that first realization happens only once.There is never a second. I know how boys your age are, just excited all the time. Well, I certainly know how to take care of your sexual urges, don't I, Chad?" Oh, you sure do," I replied as I watched her bend over and take my dick in her mouth and begin sucking me off. It was only a few minutes until she relieved me of my remaining semen. Then, she proceeded to french-kiss me with some of my cum still in her mouth.In a few minutes, I got up, got dressed, went out and finished up some of my remaining chores, then went. Sure he hadmade other women cum, many times. some of those womenwere even more vocal, more forceful. Barb was different,a combination of all things, beauty, brains, and a cuntthat fit just right. Drew collapsed on top of Barb as thelast of his cum pulsed its way into Barb’s fertile womb.Barb made no effort to move, to the contrary she held himfirmly to her bosom.“Baby your one hot white girl, was I your first?”Out of breath Barb could hardly talk. “Yes.”“I.