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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Male / 64
Long Lost Love Contacted Me Recently
From time to time there is a trigger that takes you back down memory lane. In my case it was a contact from a girl I went to junior high with when we were overseas. The American expat kids mostly went to this American school, English to English schools, Germans to German schools. The school I went to was about half expats and half local nationals with money.
We were in the eighth grade. This kid in my class was the son of an official with the Embassy. He had a younger sister, Stephanie. Stephanie was in the seventh grade and she was the prettiest girl in school. I went to their house, and he told his sister to get us some snacks and bring them up to the den upstairs. She did what she was told and brought up cookies and glasses of milk. She sat on the couch beside me.
I became nervous, with excitement. She smelled good, her hair was long and her hands were so dainty. After we had our snack my friend told me that if I wanted to kiss her I could. She was a brat, but it was up to me. I kissed her, on the lips and she sat there, not kissing back but not pushing me away. He told her to kiss me, to stop acting like a brat. I won't say she kissed me but the next kiss she let me open her lips and taste them with my tongue.
We read comic books, they had a whole stack of them. We listened to the radio, the local TV was only in Spanish. Then we played records. While we were playing records my friend told Stephanie that I wanted her for my girlfriend and that meant she was going steady and to act like it.
From that day on, I could kiss her and she let me kiss her wet lips. She held my hand when we walked anywhere, she sat beside me, even at her home when everyone was sitting for dinner. The custom was for her to serve me, just like her mother served her father. Her mother also served my friend. One weekend they invited me to go to this lake house, as a guest of theirs. They were guests of the owners, a local family.
At the lake the kids broke off and went down to dock and the parents stayed in the house. We lay there and started to kiss and she kissed back, and when I put my hand on her thigh she just put her hand on my chest and kissed back. I ran my hand across her ass, and then got my hand up front and on her tit and she held my hand while I felt her up. She was all cuddly and kissed and rubbed my chest and face.
That day she told me she was my girlfriend. We went steady for the entire year before I moved with my parents to my father's next assignment. A lifetime has passed, but when she reached out my heart skipped a beat. And these memories came flooding back.
We were in the eighth grade. This kid in my class was the son of an official with the Embassy. He had a younger sister, Stephanie. Stephanie was in the seventh grade and she was the prettiest girl in school. I went to their house, and he told his sister to get us some snacks and bring them up to the den upstairs. She did what she was told and brought up cookies and glasses of milk. She sat on the couch beside me.
I became nervous, with excitement. She smelled good, her hair was long and her hands were so dainty. After we had our snack my friend told me that if I wanted to kiss her I could. She was a brat, but it was up to me. I kissed her, on the lips and she sat there, not kissing back but not pushing me away. He told her to kiss me, to stop acting like a brat. I won't say she kissed me but the next kiss she let me open her lips and taste them with my tongue.
We read comic books, they had a whole stack of them. We listened to the radio, the local TV was only in Spanish. Then we played records. While we were playing records my friend told Stephanie that I wanted her for my girlfriend and that meant she was going steady and to act like it.
From that day on, I could kiss her and she let me kiss her wet lips. She held my hand when we walked anywhere, she sat beside me, even at her home when everyone was sitting for dinner. The custom was for her to serve me, just like her mother served her father. Her mother also served my friend. One weekend they invited me to go to this lake house, as a guest of theirs. They were guests of the owners, a local family.
At the lake the kids broke off and went down to dock and the parents stayed in the house. We lay there and started to kiss and she kissed back, and when I put my hand on her thigh she just put her hand on my chest and kissed back. I ran my hand across her ass, and then got my hand up front and on her tit and she held my hand while I felt her up. She was all cuddly and kissed and rubbed my chest and face.
That day she told me she was my girlfriend. We went steady for the entire year before I moved with my parents to my father's next assignment. A lifetime has passed, but when she reached out my heart skipped a beat. And these memories came flooding back.
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