We wasted no time and started to hug each other. It was almost like we were one at that moment. We started kissing again so hard that we were literall... tearing of our lips. It was amazing. (Even when I type this, I remember how hard we were kissing that day. It was mind-blowing).I was continuously kissing her and pressing her boobs hard and she was moaning hard.I started kissing down her neck. As I went down, she closed her eyes and started to enjoy the pleasure that I was giving her. All I. In the end, Lisa simply rolled off me and lay limp at my side. I hadheard the term "La petite mort" before but, until that day with Lisa, Ihad never seen it. Her body was limp, her breathing appeared to havestopped and her skin was as white as porcelain. Several times I calledher, but she did not stir. I even lifted her arm only to see it fallback to the bed, lifeless.Lisa was like that for only a few seconds, yet it felt longer, muchlonger. When she did come around it was with a soft sigh and. When I was 12, my best friend Debbie and I were always talking about boys. You know... what it would be like to kiss them, how it would feel to have their hands all over us, that kind of thing. Since neither one of us had ever kissed a boy, we decided that we would practice kissing each other. You know, just to see how it felt."Our first attempts were clumsy. We were in my room, sitting on the bed. We both closed our eyes and completely missed the other's lips. We finally found each other and. The girls made space and I sat next to Sam. We had more drinks and talked and no one once asked why I was dressed up as a woman, I just joined in the girlie chat. Sam was sitting very close to me, her legs touching mine and I noticed that she was moving her leg against mine, stocking against stocking, only slightly but it was obvious from her body language what was happening!! One of the girls said that she lived around the corner and that we should get some bottles from the off license and go.