Girls didn't mind kissing me. I thought I'd start trying for second base - that's feeling some titties. I don't know why it's always been a turn-on to...touch a tit, I really don't. Must be the idea that a woman let me touch her.After getting knocked down by my sister for touching her breast, I decided to at least get my sister to explain to me how to go about it. I was hoping she would let me touch the real thing but she told me, "In your dreams!"She went and got one of her big teddy bears and. Did you tell anyone about it? If so, what did you say to them?7. How long before you tried it again? Was it better the second time?8. Did you ever get caught at home? How did it affect you?9. Is there anything you'd change about your early experiences if you could?Life EventsLife happens. People change. Deal with it.1. When did you start puberty? Do you feel like you were an early or late developer, or about average?2. Had your periods already started when you began masturbating? If not, did. Buying a bottle of perfume, though. Luxury. I deserve a luxury. Right?When I walked back into Buddy’s room, I think he caught a whiff. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. Maybe it’s a good choice for me. That’s the romantic side. The analytic side is kicking my head asking why I want the guy to notice me like THAT.On Friday they let me take Buddy home. He’s gonna limp for a while. We have physical therapy starting on Monday. And he’s gonna be off for a couple of weeks, at least.Saturday. I jog down the development and along the road until I get too winded. Then I continue at a swift walk. I reach the shop about fifteen minutes later. Sammy is already there adjusting her glasses as she sits at one of the picnic tables. I sit down across from her. “Now…talk.” She orders. “Sammy, I’m really sorry I treated you how I did and I’m sorry I didn’t have the guts to apologize before.” My throat tightens around the words but I force them out. “Okay, you’re forgiven!” she chirps. She never.