S. You get the picture. A new girl had recently started to get on the train one stop after me, she’d been using the train for about three weeks now...and I had been watching her closely. She was very slim and elegant, about five feet seven, with dark red hair and green eyes, around twenty-five years old. Her hair and make-up were always immaculately done. I imagined her to be a ballet dancer or a high class call girl, I hadn’t settled on which one yet. She usually stood by the doors about thirty. I hesitated at first but agreed. The rest of the week, I was very excited. I left Saturday morning and said I was going to meet some friends and met Daniel at the mall. He asked me if i wanted to go somewhere more private.We got in his car and I already knew he was headed for a motel. He once again complimented me saying that I was very pretty. I was wearing tight low jeans and tshirt with no bra, my nipple were easily seen through the shirt. Under those tight pants, NO PANTIES.On the drive, he. Then his face came right up to mine and our lips met. Caught by surprise, his hot moist tongue parted my lips and extended deep into my mouth (I really was not prepared for this). My heart was racing at this point. I started having mixed feelings like this was all wrong, so I tried pushing him away telling him I wasn’t gay, but he didn’t stop. He kept telling me, “It’s OK, I won’t tell anyone, no body will ever know and no one has to know, it’s our little secret” and kept on making his moves. I. "Michael, you're a teenager, there's nothing to be ashamed of for jacking off, its natural." I didn't reply to this, just stared at the floor."However, I am curious about something?" she continued. "You're a pretty good looking guy, have you ever actually had sex?" No, all I've ever done is French kissing," I replied, a bit embarrassed to be talking about this with my sister. "Uh huh," Kate went on. "Well, would you if you got the chance?" Well, yeah, but none of the girlfriends I've had would.