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We touchie-feelie but we no bop, Een and me. Name Satin me. Only pair Een two months. One time before only, I bop. Een say two girls he. He eager me, ya. (Duh! He drool me.) I not so eager beaver.

Look, no rashn not bop. All do, no harm. But me? One part ya, one part no. Een ok, ya, but no luv. Cute but low ceiling, yno? And no luv me, no matter mouth. He just like my nobs and fan, my style, my rank. Trophy girl, yno? He just want brag rights.

I in Kitten Klan, top girls 9 Form. Zee, the prez, she no prudy trudy. Most Kittens bop, too, they paired. Some bop from 6 Form. Me, want more than bangdy-bop and bye. Not truluv, yno, but not just caus.

So I let Een feelie but no bop.

Ex-boy Jona I maybe luv some, I think. Two year twosome. End of my 8 form (9 him), he go way for summer, so before, we bop. Big send-off.

Everybod say small pain, then fun, so I brave. Not so. Jona big shit. Talk big, know zero, hurt plenty. I say ya, he roll me, spread me, push it in. I not ready. Make me cry, big turd. No fun. In-out, in-out, sploom. He, big grin. Me, pist. Have good time, Jona-shit. Have good life, Jona-shit. Byebye, Jona-shit. Rase me perment, please.

Not since.

I get new gy quick. Een dance good, look good, joke good, get family car weekends. Handy candy. Short term gy, tho, I think pretty quick.

Today, 1 period chem class, new boy name Riis. Double plus cute, new in town. Girls drool him awful. He smile and chat all, but eyes for me. Say hi after class, I go hi back, we talk some. Where he from (Montreal), why (new job for Da), form (10), pairgal (no). I say got gy, Een. Riis say oh.

Lunch, he see me and Een, smile, stop, shake hands. Class act gy. Study hall, no Een there. Riis and me pass notes. Good write, not like Een scrib can diddly read. Write funny, make me giggle. Draw pic of montor. Bad! Draw pic of me. Flattry!

He eyelook me makes thighs quiver, knees weak. He see ME, not just ogle bod. Riis talk face not tits. More he not look, more I wish him. Look me I say with moves. He shake head and smile. He look me then ok plenty, then talk me again. He cool. I wet.

Surprise. I not feel that since Jona-shit. This gy, just know now, already ready-eddy. Shame I say me. Shame or not I say back, still. Duh.

That night, I rase Een. My house, Ma-Pa working natch, we play old touchie-feelie games. Een go, come on, Satin, time we do. I say no, he still pushy-tushy. He push me too hard, yno? I say too much. I say so long shitbird. I say go find some gal roll over easy. Not me. Not you.

Een little hurt but no beg. He go too bad so sad and walk out. Not soso sad, really, I think maybe, yno. Think maybe he already figure he not gonna get it. He leave, I cry little, my room. Then I think of Riis.

Like magic, he call.

My call-ID got from Sami, Kitten Klan too. Sami gy and Riis quick friends. He ask, she tell. (Buy Sami soda.) Later she tattle me he ask too if me-Een longtime? She go no. She go, maybe not so solid, Een-me.

We talk. Why home, not out party, Riis go. School I say back. What, he say, not believe me. Hears me good, knows something up. What? I cry, Een-me done. We rase it. Oh too bad, he say. So sincere, Riis, almost believe he only care me feel bad. Almost.

Next day, Een and me go round on the tongue. Heads up, though. No shame neither. No big surprise I find. Nobody think we valentine couple. Surprise me learn it. Gys start to circle, scope me, all eager eyeballs now. I see girls around Een. We don't talk. Good luck to him.

Lunch with Kittens. Eyes hungry for Riis. Only quick word so far - hi, you okay? Like that. He stayaway? What for? Road open, light green, Riis. Drive this way. Kittens talk much, duh. But cheer me up. Putdown Een, kid me -- better off in turkey free zone, Zee go. I act little sad, smile brave. Head up, yno? (See better that way.)

All day, I no talk Riis, cept how-do. Study hall, he come late, no seat near me. Catch eyes cross room, time to time. Smiles. I melt, hope no show.

But today I first kiss Riis. Like this.

School over we meet by sportfield, just happen. Well, maybe we look each, ya. Mucho chit-chat, first. Time pass, talk this that, say mostly nothing. I wait for move, shy me. We wall lean, side-side, talk school. Different here Riis say. Miss old school, old friends. Riis say he wanted stay, finish year. Smiles. Now, maybe not so bad after all.

He go too bad Een, I go not so, goodby good, hello better. Riis smile me. Hand touch my hair, gentle. I press head to palm, he stroke. Riis lean down, I lift head. Warm lips touch. Almost drop books.

Never feel this, really no really. With Jona-shit, sometime I sigh for luv. With Riis, heart pound, belly flutter, feel faint. So sudden. Two days back, no idea this. Now all is Riis-Riis-Riis. Truluv? Not know. More luv than ever before, ya. I no care if truluv. Riis. RIIS!

He walk me home. Thru town, we hand hold. Closed store, doorway, Riis pull me in, wrap arms around, deep kiss. I drop books this time and grab back. Kiss him good. Nobs to chest, pressing, tongue probes, leg between mine, rub all over. Not possible enough. Giddy-giddy walk home. No doorway now. Touchie all time, my arm waist, he my shoulder. He lean tree and pull me to. Tongue lick my heart, my soul.

So horny I can't believe. Total open. Hold him, hug him, kiss him, arm wrap, push against. Pull so hard he merge me. All his.

Riis ask me out Saturday night.

Rest of week like foggy dream. School I see Riis, class I see Riis or don't see Riis, lunch I eat and drink Riis, after school I with Riis, night I dream Riis.

Dinnertime, Ma-Da go you okay? Ya, I say, big test coming. Maybe so, but not school test. Ma look me, smile. She cool. She girlie too.

Saturday coming, and I already know. Riis want, he got. No, I want. He don't need ask. Only need time. Only need place. Nighttime, I touch me, dream him. Hand touch tits, his hand, squeeze gentle, stroke nip, squeeze harder. Whisper ya. Ya, Riis. Other hand slide down, stroke me. Oh, Riis. Touch me. Ya, baby, oh ya, sweet baby.

Finally Saturday. Morning, Ma-me go shopping, other shit. Afternoon, I wash hair, lay out clothes, take bath, put on clothes, take off clothes, put on other clothes, take off, put on, take off, put on. Good thing Riis finally come pick me up. Still be changing clothes.

See movie -- don't ask, don't know. Riis have car -- own car, not ma-das. After show, we drive. Where, Riis ask. Anywhere, I go. Little while I say, no, someplace quiet, just you-me. Riis new, no idea. I show. Out Venture Road, up Lolly Canyon.

In pullout, sit there, lights below. Some reason, we both shy now. Wait-wait-wait, now allasudden here. Finely he put arm my shoulder. I snuggle up, head on shoulder. Riis sigh, say so beautiful. View, I go? You. Turn me, eyes deep. Heart start to pound again. Eye 2 eye. Then Riis look my mouth. Want to kiss me, ya, I know. Lick my lips, let part. He pull me to, slowly put his to mine. Touch light, feather tip of tongue tracing. Can't breathe. More.

Gentle, slow, but strong Riis press my lips. Tongue reach, probe me, mine answers. O Riis! Breath is sudden gaspy. Kiss me, Riis. O ya.

Arms both pull me tight. Nobs press his chest, homey. Warm all through me. Middle, my core, my puss, squeeze and lax, squeeze and lax. Ya Riis, silent say, tonight ya.

Hand my side, slide up, cup titty. I press me into palm. Take Riis, I give you. Hand tighten, ease, stroke. Nip is pebble hard, feel through bra, ya. He stroke and squeeze me. Tingle all. Kiss again and again.

Riis drop hand, find bottom of sweater. More tingle, knowing next. Tickle touch of fingers on ribs as his hand up under to find me again. Cup me again, thumb brush top of bare nob, skin to skin. My middle wetting. Ya Riis.