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hero, and I loved her more than life itself.

    As the school year began to wind down, Chad and I had become closer than ever. He made me feel special. He would surprise
     me with flowers, romantic handmade cards, and little gifts. He seemed like the ideal boyfriend—good family, intelligent, a
     star athlete, and handsome. What more could a girl ask for? But I wasn’t in love. I was physically attracted to him, but I
     wasn’t passionate about him. Chad was safe because he was feeling more for me than I was feeling for him, so there was no
     way he could break my heart. After seeing the drama in both of my mother’s marriages, I began thinking that love was way overrated.
     Still, I yearned for a man to make me feel loved.
    Although I was only fifteen, that desire pushed me to take my relationship with Chad to the next level. My parents were out
     for dinner, and I asked Chad to come over and keep me company. We were watching
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and I began teasing him about how sexy Mickey Rourke was. “Chad, look at how Mickey Rourke is fucking the shit out of Kim
     Basinger. I bet she has had at least three orgasms.”
    “What you know about an orgasm?” Chad asked. He thought I was a virgin—which I was.
    “I’ve never had one, but my girlfriends tell me that once a man makes you reach your climax, you’ll be in love with him for
     the rest of your life.”
    “Is that what they tell you? Well, why you don’t find out for yourself?” Chad came closer to me on the couch and started kissing
     my neck. His lips always felt so warm on my skin, and my nipples became perky as his tongue made its way to my mouth.
    He whispered in my ear, “Baby, do you want me to make love to you?” His breath smelled like Trident gum.
    “Yeah, I want to feel you inside of me.” Chad kissed my toplip and then the bottom before slipping his tongue inside. As he kissed me, he unbuttoned my red silk shirt and unclipped
     my bra, exposing my voluptuous breasts. As his mouth swallowed my nipples, my pussy instantly became wet, and I unzipped his
     jeans longing to see and feel his dick. As he got up to take off his clothes, I stood in front of him in the new lace thong
     I had purchased from Victoria’s Secret for this monumental occasion.
    Chad looked at me with pure lust in his eyes. “I’ve been dying to be inside of you for so long. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
     With that, I lay across the couch, waiting for him to finish undressing so we could make love.
    I had never seen Chad stark naked, and I wasn’t disappointed. All those sporting activities had left his body perfectly chiseled.
     He lay on top of me and began kissing all over my body. He literally licked me from head to toe. I was filled with lust and
     desire and could barely contain myself. The anticipation of what might happen next was driving me crazy. Looking at his erect
     penis, I knew all of him would fill me up. I kept saying, “Please put it in,” and finally he did. Chad glided inside of me
     like silk. When he entered I felt pain, but it was the best sort of pain. Chad had been finger-popping me for so long with
     damn near three fingers that my pussy was not too tight to handle his well-endowed manhood.
    I finally understood why when it felt right you could make love over and over because that was all I wanted to do after my
     first time with Chad. Wow, I thought, this whole sex thing is incredible. They say your first sexual experience will dictate
     how you feel about sex for the rest of your life, so I recommend that all women make their first time beautiful. But better
     yet, if possible wait until you’re a lot older and more mature than I was.

    For the next few months Chad and I made love every which way possible. But eventually I became bored. He had never mentally
     excited me, and I was becoming restless. Meanwhile, participating in drinking parties with my girlfriends was becoming increasingly
     more exciting. When my parents were out on