. and really, my first all the way experience with a woman.So that takes me to the summer going into my Junior year in high school. Me and my best fri...end scored a job a local pizza place. I was stoked! Easy gig, making pizza and tending a register. It was attached to a bar and pool hall, and had an awesome laid back gal who owned it. All I had to do was show up and do a moderately competent job and I was like a godsend to her. She pretty much let me do whatever the hell I wanted because she. I walked up to her table. "Hey."She looked up. "What?" Mind if I sit here?"She frowned and then relented. "Ok, I guess."I pulled out a chair at the opposite end of the table and sat down in it. "My name is Mike." Gabriel," she said.I sipped my coffee. All the milk and sugar had cooled it down already."Do you always sit at the only occupied table when a fat ugly seventeen year old is there?" she whispered.Her voice didn't sound like an accusation. Maybe like confusion, fear, and anger.I gulped.. ااااه ايه يبنى ده انت مخزنهم بقالك اد ايه قالى انا اول مرة انيك واحدة بضرب عشرات بس.. قلتله عشان كده جبت بسرعه.. شوفلى مناديل بقا انضف نفسى.. قالى ليه انا لسه هنيكك تانى.. اقلعى الجيبة واعدى على اى كرسى ونبقى نغسله لما نخلص فاكملت خلع الاندر والجيبة وبقيت عريانه من تحت وقلتله بس انا كده هتأخر قالى يعنى مش عايزة تتناكى تانى وانتى بتقولى بقالك 3 شهور ماتنكتيش... قلتله لا عايزة بس خايف اتاخر قالى مرة تانيه وهروحك بتاكس يلا باه وقفيه وفى لحظه ادركت انى ماشفتش الزبر اللى صال وجال فى كل حته من كسى. I say clothes, but that's the loosest definition. She had on a deep red, lacy bra, under which her nipples were clearly straining to poke through, a matching red thong, stripper heels and nothing else. I had looked up at the sound of the doors opening, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was an exquisite creature. Her skin was creamy white, she had lush and gleaming red hair, and perky breasts bounced with each step she took. She walked towards me, like a model on a ramp, and I struggled.