“Fuck! Yes!” I moaned preparing to blow my load deep into her, “God you feel fucking fantastic!”As she rode the wave of pleasuring coursing th...ough her body, dopamine and adrenaline flooded her veins, waking her from her semi-conscious state, regaining momentary consciousness. “Fuuuck! YESSS!” she roared as her arms flailed around in the air. Unable to hold back any longer, my cock throbbing beyond belief, I plowed deep into her one final time as I shot my load into her depths. Breathing. He took me to a drive-in food place and we sat in the car and talked kissed a few times between eating. Then we went to the movies a few towns away. We walked in again holding hands and sat in the balcony with the other teen couples. I got many looks by other boys and men and heard them mutter WOW she’s is a real doll, or, mmmmmm cute. We did what all couples do at the movies. Hugged and made out. Yes making out lots of making out. First time someone wanted to please me. All I ever did was. It’s about a girl I see most days at the train station. A pretty girl who always looks sad, and I’ve often wondered why. Today I saw her smile for the first time, and I now want to make her smile every day. This song is called ‘A Song for the Sad Girl.’ I knew the song was a good one when I wrote it, slow and meaningful and powerful in its own right, the lyrics both clear and precise. I sung it with great passion and the band behind me played it with surprisingly exquisite precision. During the. I took her in my arms and expressed my love for her through kisses and embraces. I took her hand and led her to what would, from then on, be known to us as our bedroom. We stood by the bed and kissed some more. It seemed that every kiss from her was better than the last one. I undid the hook and zipper of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and I placed it on the cedar chest at the bottom of the bed. She stood before me dressed only in panties and bra. These were the.