We love them, but we were always so close, that we mostly hung out with each other. At about the age of 16 Ry and I were out playing in the woods, beh...ind our house. We were talking and she brought up the topic of dating. We talked and joked about it for a while, even though we never dated anyone. Ry asked me if I knew how to kiss. "Not really, I never needed to." I said. She leaned toward me and kissed me. It was a short kiss, but a passionate kiss none-the-less. I got nervous and pushed her. She thought at first that the party had somehow broken up, that most of the people had gone home. There were only four people in the living room, each of which Peter and Hans greeted profusely and spoke in front of her of her accomplishments and beautiful body. She blushed deeply.Roy, a middle-aged but still handsome man said, "Peter, fix the drawing so that I can be with Marily." He laughed, slapping Peter on the back. Marily was horrified. The idea of a drawing in which she was the prize did. When she finally reached the room, she knocked a few soft knocks and stared at anything but the door while she waited for him to open the door. It seemed like a century had passed before the handle finally turned and he stood in front of her smiling. She smiled back, trying to hide her nerves. He took her backpack from her and led her into the room. The cold temperature of all newly occupied hotel rooms made her shiver and nip. She crossed her arms and was quiet. Then, after setting her bag. As she hugged me wrapping her legs around me, she whispered, "Oh, I want to just fuck you forever. That was wonderful. I've never felt anything better than that." It was great. I know it would be but it was even better than I'd hoped." Can we do it again? Are you hard enough?"Well, I'm sixteen. So, I put on another condom and we did it again. Afterward, as we held one another, she said, "That was so good. It hurt some and I'm a little sore but I don't care. Boy, fucking is great stuff. Did you.