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d. That's what my friend Bernard
tells me, and he's had a lot more first times than I have. Before
Linda, I'd have agreed. You don't know how gentle or firm to make
your touch, how to read your new lover's responses, how to tell
them what you like without making it sound like you're coaching a
wrestling team. Not to mention all those nasty little anxieties
rattling around in the back of your head.
But this was different. We undressed each other slowly,
pausing to kiss newly bared skin, to caress soft curves, to
explore the strange and wonderful new texture of each other's
bodies. When we were both naked, Rina Sawaguchi threw Rina's arms around me and
pulled herself close, Rina's head resting on my shoulder, Rina's breasts
flattened against my chest, my erect cock pressed between our
bellies.
"This is right," Rina Sawaguchi whispered, "being here with you. This
feels so right."
We sat Indian-style on the bed and fondled each other, I
exploring Rina's wetness, Rina's my hardness. There were long kisses,
wet and hungry, Rina's lips soft and pli
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