Teen’s Real-life Sexual Encounter

“Come in my mouth.” Grace said with her husky voice then swallowed his dick again. He kissed me. My first kiss. It was Grace’s set of perfectly manicured cherry red nails that brought My attention to his balls hanging heavy between his legs. Was Grace just coming by to yell at him again? My mother didn’t want me hanging around the shop with a teenage boy. At first I tried to get his attention through flattery and kindness, bringing him water, and telling him he did an awesome job. The second thing I saw was Grace herself. The first thing I saw was Grace’s red jacket lying across an old lawn chair. I’d come to ask him for a ride home, but could barely bring myself to look at him let alone ask for anything. Later, for years, I would sit and think horrified of how deep the kiss had gotten, sure he could tell it was my first.