My hand was doing the same to him.The moonlight, the caresses, beer and the kisses were having an effect on both of us. The kisses became more passionate as did the caresses. I could feel his manhood rising to the occasion. My nipples were rock hard under his palm. Our breathing was growing more rapidly.When my hand grazed along the length of his shaft, there was a small gasp from both of us. My hand returned to stroke and pets his hard dick. He moved his hand down to the junction of my thighs. I raised my right knee giving him free access to my pussy. He gently stroked his fingertips across my smooth hairless mound and outer lips of my pussy. There was another small gasp from me.After only a few seconds of this, his middle finger slipped between the spreading outer lips to feel the warm folds of my inner pussy lips. They were slippery with my juices and passion. My hand was moving more urgently over his shaft and balls. As he continued to stroke me gently, he could feel my pussy. Everyone wanted to know if we were ‘doing it’ or if we had ‘gone all the way’. They couldn’t understand our love, though. They could never understand that we were saving ourselves – our moment – for that special day, not wanting our first time to be in a car or a seedy motel room. We wanted it to be special. I wonder if they still wonder if we ever ‘went all the way’ back then. Do they still wonder about our first time? Could they ever understand why we waited until after graduation, for a time when we could be together without fear of interruption or hurried tackiness? I doubt it. They were all in a hurry to lose their virginity. We were in a hurry to spend our lives and love with each other. Yes, we ‘did it’. But we waited for the right time and place. It was a hot summer night when we first made love. I remember shivering despite our sweat – or maybe because of it. I was clumsy, scared. I fumbled with the small buttons on your blouse, snapping one off in my slowed haste. You.
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