My first love.. in blackpropaganda

  • Sept. 23, 2015, 12:26 p.m.
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I read one of these - and thought I should go back a long way to my first girlfriend.
I was at an all boys school and only came into contact with girls at Sunday School which back then was the only way to get out on Sundays. There were morning and afternoon sessions - later we used to joke that many parents sent their kids to Sunday School in the afternoon so they could have sex in peace while they were away - not mine though.
I was 14 - we were preparing a short play for the Christmas service and I was cast as Joseph - and a girl I knew a bit was to be the Angel. In rehearsals we got on well - and then there came the point in the play when we had to join hands. It was the first time I had held hands with a girl - and I loved the rehearsals.
I was smitten by the nicely turned out mature girl - who was 13.
I hoped to see her over Christmas, even sat outside her house, which was close to ours, on Boxing Day in case she came out - no way!
But we still met on Sundays - and then we started to walk to School together - she went to the equivalent girls’ school to mine, We had a lot in common - and found ways to meeting in the afternoons - always in public - and not only went to SS on Sundays but also church. We held hands - we kissed - and I remember her father catching us kissing in a shop doorway - he was not happy - since she
was only 13.
Then she had to mind her younger brother and sister one night, and I was allowed to come over since they would be around all the time. We were watching tv - and cuddling - she sat in front of me - and pulled my hands to her breasts. I can still remember the feeling - the hotness - the erection - the feeling of eternal love.
We never had a private space to go to - over the next few months into the summer we managed meeting - and had all day Sundays - going for a walk in the light after church in the evenings and finding a quiet spot of snog - and feel each other - but no clothes came off - I never saw her naked breasts,
Then her parents decided to emigrate to Australia - they would go in October or November - so things would come to and end - and I started to be aware of older girls - and further possibilities. But I still think about Irene - and what happened to her


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