The events of this story took place in Maple Ridge and they have nothing to do with big city life. But I think that it could be useful to mention my l...ck of knowledge of large city life for the benefit of those readers that might not understand why I reacted and acted the way I did to these events that make up the story.My parents were of middle income bracket. My father owned a garage where he was working about sixty hours a week and I didn't see much of him except on Sundays when we usually. She’s still trying to sort herself out and figure out what she wants and who she wants to be, when it comes to sex, masturbation is natural and a release valve for a girl of 14, but as I have said, I have on occasions, gone further, these are my short stories, please comment, I plan to read the them.I learned quickly one day, as I framed myself in the doorway to my favourite sweet shop. I peered through the glass door at all the mouth watering jars filled with sugary delights in jars filled to. When we took our shirts off at the beach to get a tan weexposed our mutual hairless condition there also. It didn't take arocket scientist to rationalize that we both lacked pubic hair too.However, we noticed that a few other guys on the beach were devoid ofbody hair so we just acknowledged it with a shrug and relaxed with ourwives who seemed unconcerned about it. We had a nice day at the beachtogether and returned to our respective homes tired but content.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++One. I lied on the bed and came near me. He started kissing me from my forehead and for each kiss, he spent a lot of time. His lips were as rough as he didn’t use a single lip balm in that winter. I was liking it.He kissed my nose, my lips, my man-boobs, my belly, my navel, my abdomen, my thighs, legs and finally my toes. It was a nice start, he was just arousing my body parts one by one. One habit of him was talking sexy words between having fun. While kissing my huge male breasts, he said: “It has.