It was the location of the video that struck me. A bowling alley. Seeing this whole scenario brought a rush of warm feelings. Fond memories. Smiles for my first serious boyfriend, Mike. I was 15. (?) He asked me out the day before my birthday. He was tall and quiet, yet had this
His hand on my knee was giving me shivers as he fought to slide it slowly higher, while I unconvincingly tried to push it back down. He eventually managed to rest his hand on my nether parts, warm and wet, yet covered by my oh-so-fashionable black jeans. I was simultaneously selfconscious and wanting him to do more. He pulled me close and kissed me. We sat entwined, giggling, sharing secrets.
Mike was a lot of firsts for me--first boyfirend, first boy I 'loved', first kiss, first one to fondle the girls, first cock I touched... Each of these firsts comes with that happy teenage memory and a smile for those naive kids who thought they knew what love was. I think fondly of Mike sometimes, but I never wonder what it'd be like to be his wife. I DO however, frequently wonder what it's going to be like to be Daniel's. ;-)