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My first still holds a very special place in my heart. She was absolutely wonderful. She was more experienced than I but we didn't do anything beyond actual intercourse. It was the middle of the day and we snuck away from school to my parent's place. Nobody was home so after some heavy petting (stroking and groping each other, for those that don't know what "petting" is) we moved to my bedroom. She was, and still is, one of the greatest lovers I've ever had. We stayed together for almost a year.
Then she fucked around on me (and apologized profusely explaining that she was drunk) so I went on a dating and fucking binge with several girls for several months. It didn't really help me get over my broken heart (I still feel a twinge when I think about it) but it sure pissed her off hearing about it from someone else.
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