Kissing grabbing & first dates

Kissing, Grabbing & First dates I didn’t get the fluttery feeling in my stomach during my first kiss. No, a kiss was not responsible for my first rush of arousal brought on by a womanly touch – my hand against my first girlfriend’s bare ass was. This... More

Kissing, Grabbing & First dates I didn’t get the fluttery feeling in my stomach during my first kiss. No, a kiss was not responsible for my first rush of arousal brought on by a womanly touch – my hand against my first girlfriend’s bare ass was. This happened in eighth grade when it wasn’t uncommon for the ass grab, the b. j. , or the hand under the shirt to come before the kiss. Honestly, I didn’t get much out of my first kiss that also involved my first kind-of-sort-of girlfriend. I had my eyes open the whole time and was concentrating on keeping the drooling side-effects of my braces at bay. To put it simply, I appreciated my first ass grab more than my first kiss. The kiss was nothing special. She and I were sitting on the stoop of the side door of her house when she offered to place her lips on mine – her reason being pity. She looked at me as a freak who had never experienced what all the middle school students hyped up to be the next best thing after video games and effo Less