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When I was xxx, I had a boyfriend who was sweet, shy, and very respectful. Our relationship was full of youthful excitement and tender moments. One evening, we found ourselves alone in my room, the air thick with unspoken desire. I could tell he wanted to explore more, and truth be told, I was just as eager.
We started off with some innocent cuddling on my bed, but the tension between us quickly built. I could feel his heart pounding as he held me close, and my own heartbeat quickened in response. I decided to take the initiative and turned to face him, our faces just inches apart.
“Do you want to touch me?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He looked into my eyes, a mix of nervousness and excitement evident in his gaze. “Yes,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly.
I took his hand and placed it on my thigh, guiding him to feel the warmth of my skin. His touch was tentative at first, but as he grew more confident, he began to caress my leg, his fingers tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers of pleasure through me.
Encouraged by his touch, I leaned in and kissed him, our lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. His response was immediate, and the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“Can I touch you more?” he asked between kisses, his breath hot against my skin.
