I knowMissAndersontease me.Play withme.I was afraidat that momentbut notblind.And don’tcheat.
Tenyears later,here he crossedour pathsagain., MissAndersonthere, amongthe crowd andjust twentyfeetfrom me,he has changeda littlebut alsomuch,he must be45or46days,stilla beautiful woman.AsIadvanced insouvenirat himfroma period ofmy lifecame up,it was10 years agobutmysouvenirsallintact.I still seehim inmy dreams,because I neverforget, I wasmenggendongnyawith mefor many yearsafter, and oftenlooks atthis periodof my lifeasone of the best.Asmysouvenirsaresurfacing, I wonderwhyour pathscrossedtoday, perhapsto tell me whatI have never hadthe chanceto tell her, «thank youloseAnderson»,orto say that hestill isand will remainthe bestsouvenirever, how cana young mannever forgetpeople who takehervirginity…
I thinkMissAndersonwaited untilI was18.For legal reasonsI guess.He dida lot of thingsbefore Ireach 18but she nevergoes too far, alwayswithin limits, close tothe edgebut neverover the line, showsbut nevertouched,and most importantof all,doing all thisknowingI wastherewatching.
Then he changed whenI reachedmaturity, as ifhehad been waitingforthis moment.My birthdayshe gave me thebiggest andwettestKissI have ever received,on the lips,his tonguetwirlingintomy mouth.«Thiscallingfrench kiss»shetells me,glad to know.Hehas takenme fromthe party, «follow meGreg»,in our backyardsbehind thebigmapletreesono one couldsee us, thenhe tookmy facein his hand,“I don’twant to do thisin front ofthe other”.Then he forcedmy mouthopen wideandkissed me, wow, this is greatI gotan erectionin secondsafterthe Kiss,because shekissed memore than once,withsuchenthusiasm,appetite andpassion thatIhad ithard.When finished, “Ican’t gonow»I saidtimidly, «why»,thenshelooked atmycrotchand realizethe disaster, «oh my god»he saidsmiling,what he didnextwill surpriseandthe first time ever, losingAndersonput his handsinmy pantsto grabmyhardcock, «happy birthdayGreg», followed byanotherfrench kiss.I’ve gotbigger.Then he would suggestthat Istayed therea little longer, «do whatyou have to doto get rid ofit»,and heleft mealonebehinda large tree.And Idid the onlything I knowto get help, Imasturbate andejaculateat the foot ofa large tree, imaginingher tonguein my mouthandhis hand inpenisku,and wishhe was hereto watch.
Ms.Andersonand her husbandhad leftwhenI got back home.Mothergave mea redenvelope, «for you,from Helen».birthday cardsI havevery specific,a largepair oflips withredlipstick, «happy birthdayGreg,one word:If you are luckyin the first weekafter 18 daysof your birthday,you will be luckyfor therest of your life, soI wish youthe bestweekever», signed, HelenAnderson.
At his hometwo days aftermy birthday.
This is not akiss.
This is the way he kissed me.
her tongue,hersaliva,her passion.
Thingschanged drasticallyafter Ireach 18.
I swear toGod, it’s notme, it’shim, I did notprovokeanything,don’t do something wrongordifferent, becauseI just can’t, notmy style, I was tooscared andembarrassedto riskanything.ButmissAndersondid.
I didn’t mentionthis butlostthe bestfriendAnderson ismy mother, I knowover the years,she likesme,«my childnever»he said, and I hadgrown up withhim on theenvironment,oftenhere at homewith mymom,she’s likemy aunt.But when yougrow up inages,you open your eyesand discoverthe world,and amongthe thingsthatto methis woman’sinvention, charm andbeauty,always smile, and thena little laterthe discovery ofa largebodyof his.Iwould have beenfifteen orsixteenwhen I startedfantasizingon him,inseventeenregularmasturbationandIlooked at itwithrenewed interest.Beingshydidn’t help, I don’tknow what to sayorhow to act, on theotherside ofMissAndersonalwayssay it isthe quality, the nature offear-fear ofme ispart ofmycharm, maybe