I wonder what you look like. What colour is your hair, your skin, your eyes? I'll never know.I gently place my hand on your head. You start in surpris...e. You weren't even sure anyone had come in, were you? I stroke your hair, thick and lush, and bend to smell it. Clean and fresh.I move my hand down your slender neck, your shoulders and onto your back. You are still wearing a bra, but not for long...My cock begins to stir.I move my exploration down your body. Your skin is soft and silky, clearly. And with you… well, I kinda like you, Billy. I wouldn’t mind so much doing it to you, I guess.” “Really? You like me?” he asked, surprised. “Cindy, I’m really flattered by that. Because I’ve always liked you, too, and if any girl was ever going to do that to me for my first time, I’d want it to be you.” “Aww, that’s so sweet, Billy!” said Andrea, coming up behind the two of them with her tray. “I’m afraid someone else has dibs on her cherry, though. Too bad, I can tell that you two are kinda. " You jus' don' care, do you," said his companion."That's all past. Must be going. Thanks for the drink." Thought you were paying," the young man cried to Mac Holmes' back.Holmes ran across the street and jumped on the horse-drawn omnibus that was just pulling from the stop. He avoided the conductor collecting fares down the middle of the car and stayed on the side board, going only three blocks eastward before he disembarked and scurried into another bar in the front hall of a much smaller and. All innocent and alarmed. But I love Bob for seeing me the way he does.Any way, I was telling you why I grew up the way I did. As you can probably tell, my folks had a real effect on me. I never had any problem getting asked out on first dates in high school. Boy did my dad hate me dating boys, but mom took my side and said that I was a good girl and that I wouldn't do anything bad. Well, she was right. I was really curious about boys, kissing, and all of that, but whenever a boy would try to.