I can still remember the way the red-tinted sunlight flowed into the classroom after school. She smiled then sat on my desk, her panties right in front of me.
Surprised by her forwardness, I froze up, staring at her like an idiot. This seemed to make her happy, and she smiled again. The next thing I knew, she took her panties off. I looked down to see the very first flesh-and-blood female genitalia I'd ever laid eyes on, glistening faintly in the fading sunlight. I put my arms around her, praying that no one would enter the classroom and ruin our time together. We did it right there on the floor of the classroom.
We walked home together, and for some reason I said to her, "I'm sorry."
She walked silently for a moment, then said, "Um, do you... like me?"
"What? Well...yes, of course."
"You're not just saying that? Because we had sex back there in the classroom?"
"What? No, of course not! I've liked you for a long time!"
"...I see."
She smiled again, and ran in front of me, stretching up to give me a kiss.
It was a sweet, short kiss, not even lasting a second.
"We hadn't kissed yet... Usually people kiss before they have sex." Suddenly she got shy and looked at her feet. "I liked you for a long time, too. That's why..."
Then she kissed me again. It was a long kiss this time.
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