"I don't know why I'm so self-conscious about this," I said as ourpassionate kiss turned to playful pecks. "We laid down, our hands gently exploring."...It's ok," she said reassuringly. "I know how you get when you're nervousabout how much you like something kinky."I laughed, and my chest jiggled, which made her laugh as well."I am not sure how I would feel about it if I liked this more than you,"I said."It's not a contest," Marissa replied, and snuggled in against mybreasts. I held her tight, and. “I know, dirty girl. I enjoyed your gift today. Very imaginative. Makes me wonder how long you were wearing them.” It was impossible not to hear the hint of amusement in her voice.“All day,” I admitted, feeling a rush of humiliated arousal building.“You didn’t sleep in them?”“No. I… with them. On my pillow. So I could smell them. Smell you.”“Ah,” she said with a playful chuckle. “What are you wearing now? Not just panties. Everthing.”“I don’t even know your name,” I blurted out, barely managing. We both spent time at each other’s house playing, eating and sleeping over. We were inseparable. Like most adolescent boys, we talked about girls and sex and acted like we knew a lot when we both knew that we knew nothing about what we were talking about, or so I thought. On several occasions, David and I went skinny dipping at a nearby pond, but it was usually after dark when no one was around. Little did I know where that would lead.When we 14 years old, I was over at David’s house for dinner. Fieww! that's a good start. He gets closer to me and starts touching my chest and massaging my pecs. I start touching his lap with my right hand and gently go towards his package. It goes on like this for a minute or two. I get to feel his muscular chest and i decide to go for nipple. Oh my god! I can't believe i'm doing this! I start licking his whole pec and starts going down. That's when he gently stops me and starts undoing my pants. I sit back and let him take care of it. He takes.