Suddenly I knew his other hand, which had been holding mine, was now behind my head, pulling me into him again. Again he was kissing me, this time for longer and with a little more ‘action’. His hand behind me was still holding me tight to his body. I was scared.
I could also feel something hard in his trousers. I knew what that was – although it was a sensation I had never experienced as a ‘girl’ before.
His hand moved from the middle of my back slowly downwards to my skirt and gently pressed my bottom even closer into him and that protrusion. Now I was frightened.
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