Alison's dream. Part 22. My first kiss... boy to boy  

riatsila67 67
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8/2/2005 9:51 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Alison's dream. Part 22. My first kiss... boy to boy

Peter led me down the drive to the car, opened the door and helped me in. I was careful not to show him anything too much higher up my leg, using my hand to hold down my skirt, while at the same time using the other to stop my skirt creasing in the seat.
This wasn’t easy. I had never appreciated how difficult it was for a girl with a short shirt to just do a simple thing like getting into a car without it affecting her modesty. But I managed it ‒ handbag and all.
So there I was, alone, with this boy in his car. He got in and asked if I would like to go this lake he knew just out of town. We could walk around it.
“That would be lovely,” I heard myself say in a whisper. And so we were off. I looked him up and down with a smile. He was quite handsome really. Taller than me and with quite a rugged look. But I was boy and I would never fall for another boy would I…
When we got there he again jumped out and ran around the car to open the door and helped me out. Once again he held my hand, but this time it was a different kind of holding hand. This time he was not just leading me to his car, he was holding me in a totally different kind of way.
We walked slowly round the lake, but I sensed that he had more in mind than just the few sentences and questions he kept asking. As a boy myself I felt bad vibes. Would a real girl get these feelings that things were not quite going as normal I wondered.
My worst fears were confirmed when he stopped and pulled me toward him with his free hand behind my back and leaned slightly down toward my face, obviously meaning to kiss me. No, this can’t be happening! But it was. What do I do?
What does she/he do?
Riatsila
Xxx


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