.just to watch some of the players undress and shower. As I grew older, my sexual urges got stronger and stronger. My first experience with a guy took...place my (second semester) freshman year of college. I am a junior now...but I remember my first time so vividly as if it happened yesterday. He was a senior graduating the next semester. Derrick had a caramel skin complexion, athletic body, juicy lips, and a very sexy voice. He was on our college's basketball team. At the time, I was working in. Her smell was intoxicating as I drew her pussy closer to my face, and she gasped as I blew warm air against her damp flesh. I parted her folds with my thumbs and started by flicking just the tip of my tongue against her tightly puckered anus, eliciting a gasp from her as she shelves either side of her hips. Slowly, slowly I let my tongue drag higher, swirling between her labia and savouring the taste of her sweet young pussy. Her hips were beginning to rock as I licked up and down her slit,. "Can you walk me to my door?" she asked."Sure," I smiled.This time I did get a goodnight kiss. After an awkward silence I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back and it snow-balled from there. We kissed standing in her back porch for twenty or so minutes. Then we kind of fell into a near-by chair and kissed sitting there for who-knows-how-long. Our hands wandered in and out of each other's shirts and all over everywhere else as we went. Eventually she moved from sitting sideways across. At least, it was for Martha Jane. As an adult I now understand, but as a 9-year-old I could not fathom it. I viewed things more simplistically.Next Saturday, Martha Jane and I sat and talked after she made dinner and after we cleaned the dishes. Then she studied on the sofa a while. She asked me a series of seemingly unrelated questions, none of which I remember. She was not as openly affectionate as usual and seemed remote, though not at all cold.Our exchanges were brief and rather formal. She.