When I was 13, I started having a friend with benefits. She was my neighbor- who was fairly attractive, and had nice t***. I had a crush on her and was trying to figure out a way to get to kiss her.
One day, while we were hanging out- I told her that I had to go to this make out party- and that I was nervous, because I had never kissed a girl before. She then started making a list of people that I could practice with. As I had hoped, she put her name on the list as well.
We talked about it for a while- and I told her I’d feel most comfortable doing it with her. She said, “ok”. Then, we closed the door to the room we were in- and started kissing. It was soft and tender. The first time we kissed, we didn’t open our lips- and kept them pursed. The next time we kissed, we opened our mouths and got into the kiss. It was great.
Over the next few years- we began to experience a lot of s***** stuff together. I hadn’t done anything before- but she had- so she kind of guided me along the way. After we got comfortable kissing each other, we started getting naked with each other (slowly of course). We then started performing s***** acts on each other- such as, she’d give me a b****** and I’d finger her p****. She also gave me a h******* and we made out while completely naked. We were only kids, so we didn’t do anything more than that.
Our “friends with benefits” setup went on for a while (although we weren’t having s**- so to me, it didn’t count as “with benefits”) until we went to college- and started seeing each other less and less.
I saw her once a few years ago- and sadly, she had gotten a bit fat. I’ve recently gotten married- and I love my wife. But, I am thankful to my neighbor for all that she taught me.
