Teenie love

I'll never shake the memory of her, my first girl and then my lover. We started with tentative kisses, lips brushing soft and unsure. Soon those became hungry, our mouths open, tongues tasting. My hands slid under her sweater, meeting warm skin, and she shivered, pressing closer. When I cupped her breast, she let out a small sound that lit something inside me. She took my hand and slipped it lower, guiding me, and I felt heat between her thighs. She opened my shirt, trailing fingertips across my chest. We stripped without words, the sight of each other raw and electric. Naked and urgent, she pulled me onto the bed. I explored her with mouth and fingers, and she moaned when I tasted her. She took me in her hand, stroking until I thought I would spill, then guided me inside. That first slow push made her clutch at me, and we moved together in a rhythm that built and caught and broke, leaving us trembling and spent.