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Kinsey – 11 years ago – age 16
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THAT FIRST KISS IS the game changer. Cesare and I become thick as thieves in the next few months, and my crush on him evolves into my first love. When I’m not with him, I miss him desperately.
Unfortunately, he has a problem with my father and the crappy part of town I live in, so Cesare picks me up in the middle of the night so I can sleep at his house.
Tonight, I jump out my bedroom window and head toward Cesare’s car.
“Wow! You look beautiful, Kins!”
“Thanks.”
He takes my hand and entwines our fingers as he pulls out onto the road and drives us to his home, a beautiful brownstone in the heart of the city.
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TWENTY MINUTES LATER, I’m on his bed, kissing him. Already in just my panties and bra, I’m lying underneath an almost naked Cesare. Our ragged breathing fills the room as he pushes his erection between my legs, a layer of clothing preventing skin-to-skin contact.
“Kins, I want to be inside you,” he growls, caressing his fingertips down my cheek, and I nod.
He shows me a lopsided boyish grin, roaming his hands all over my body.
“You’re so beautiful, piccolina,” he murmurs as he unhooks my bra and sucks my nipples.
Arching off the bed, I feel a tingling responsiveness in my lower stomach as Cesare nips a path down my stomach and legs, removing my panties and spreading me wide.
Then he lies between my legs, his mouth close to my core. “I’m going to taste you now.”
As he kisses me there, I grab his hair in surprise, but it feels amazing when he starts to lick and suck.
“Cesare...” I moan.
He looks up. “Does it feel good, Kins?”
I smile, and he continues enthusiastically. Sensations I’ve never experienced shake my body as he devours me. Harder and rougher. I reach for ultimate bliss and peak when I gaze down and see him lying between my legs. It’s seems so forbidden, and I pant while pushing my hips from the bed.
While I’m still shivering in the aftermath, Cesare climbs up my body and gets rid of his boxer briefs.
“That was hot,” Cesare whispers and crushes his mouth to mine, rubbing his hard-on against my center.
He rests his forearms beside my head, fingers weaving into my hair. And we stare at each other as he starts to enter me.
I flinch from the pain, and he strokes my hair. “Shhh...”
He pushes through, and it hurts, but he smothers me with a kiss and slowly thrusts. Gradually, I’m adjusting to the fullness.
Then I notice that Cesare’s shaking. “Cesare...”
Our gazes lock.
“You feel so warm, Kins. It’s so wet.”
I let the tips of my fingers caress down his back and urge him to keep going.
He drives inside of me while studying my face intently. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Please, don’t stop.”
And he picks up his pace. I welcome him into my body, and the pain transforms to a dull ache that quickly dwindles. Touching Cesare’s lips, I lock eyes with him while we move together, my nipples brushing his chest, and I’ve never felt closer to anyone.
“Fuck! Kins, I’m going to come,” he groans and drops his head into my neck as he pushes in deep.
Then he collapses on top of me while I rub his back. His harsh breathing settles, and he shifts off me, rolling me to my side to face him. I touch his pecs as he strokes my hips.
“I can’t believe we did it,” I utter with a smile.
He laughs, a truly happy laugh. “That’s the first thing you say after our first time?” Quickly, he rolls me onto my back again. “You always surprise me.” And he pulls back.
Satisfied, we just lie in silence, enjoying the moment to its fullest.
“Piccolina...”
I know what he’s going to say because I feel it too.
“Ti amo. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Something in me is different, altered. Maybe I’m tied to Cesare forever now? The boy I’ve loved for so long, who would become my first everything in the next couple of years.