We were walking home, me and the girl I've been in love with for over a year. The girl who shares an unspoken love with me. We're both girls. Bi and

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We were walking home, me and the girl I’ve been in love with for over a year. The girl who shares an unspoken love with me. We’re both girls. Bi and Lesbian. Neither of us like anything s*****. We just try to lay low. Nothing is official. Sometimes I’ve questioned if she really loved me back. But at least that one time when we were walking home. Holding hands. She knew she had scared me though we both were laughing hysterically at what had happened. The way she gently rubbed my arm as we calmed down from laughing, talking. She had never done anything like that before. My heart skipped at least ten beats. I pretended to look over at the farm beside us so she wouldn’t see my blush, though I still heard her giggle. I had heard her ask me another silly question, but I couldn’t think. My mind went blank. It was like it was malfunctioning, trying to work right. But the way she held me. The way we were acting like a couple. It all felt so right. So beautiful. It was all I could think about for a moment before being forced back into a world where I knew all of it would eventually come to an end. So I cherished that walk home. These are the beautiful things in life. Blossoming love between a teenage couple. Even if that love must be hidden. Even if a bit star-crossed. The beauty in these moments is what will always matter.

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In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.