One warm, sunny day.  

hotchipotle7 52M
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12/23/2005 10:03 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

One warm, sunny day.


When I was in high school I had good friend named Amanda. She was a beautiful mix of Caucasian and West Indian, and she was very funny. Mostly, we just goofed off and did homework together (Amanda was really good at Math).

One warm, sunny day late in term Amanda called to me from across the quad. She led me behind portable three with a secretive smile. Once we were on the sunny side of the building Amanda gave me a "my-parents-just-bought-me-a-new-car" look. Then she lowered her top to show me a pair of beautiful adolescent breasts.

I watched helplessly as my hands reached out without orders. As I stroked I could feel Amanda reaching expertly between my legs. I sighed with delight and as I exhaled I placed my forehead to hers. Amanda giggled with triumph. We kissed each other lightly - so as to avoid locking up our braces.

Why does erotic memory linger like so much radio-active waste? There must be a reason - but what is it?

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