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I was in high school when we got a new girl in class. she was from the rich part of the city. We became best friends and I was quickly invited to their house. They had a pool and soon I would be there at least once a week enjoying the pool with her and her family. We always went to her room to change into our bikinis. Our bodies were nicely developed and when he was around, her dad would always compliment us. To her it was a bit weird, but I always enjoyed the compliments.

A few months later her dad changed jobs and was home more often during the day time. At the same time my friend got more into sports and would be gone for a match during the day or in the weekend. I can remember we were in their kitchen having a snack and a drink, when I said I missed swimming, as her and I saw each other less at that point. Her dad's said I was welcome to swim even if my friend wasn't around. I was happy to hear that, so I came over a few times, even if she wasn't around.

Once or twice a week, when I went there, swimming, just the dad was around. He would invite me into the kitchen for snack and after a few invites, I finally started taking him up on it. The first time, while we talked, his hand slid over my legs. I was a little iffy about it, but he was sweet and didn't try anything. The next time, his hands migrated from my legs to my back. That's when I realized I liked the attention. He was a sweet, gentle guy, way better than the rough, horny boys at school, and he deserved way more than his prude, frigid wife. So I let him.

It took a few more visits before he let his hands go to my ass, but when he realized I didn't freak out, he moved them to the wet spot on my bikini bottom. He looked at me and I nodded that it was okay. Things had changed between us by that point, and I wanted to be around him, feeling his hand play with my privates.

The next time, he removed the fabric, and pushed his fingers inside me. Then he set me on the kitchen table and kissed me down there. I was too inexperienced to really know what to do, but I let him make me feel good. That was all he seemed to want to do that time.

The next time I came over, we both went swimming. His hands were all over my body, and he suggested nude swimming. I agreed, and that was the first time I saw a real, live dick, not just pics on the internet or from random snaps. It was also the first time I jerked anyone off, the first time seeing cum, and the first time I french kissed. The next couple times I came over, I had my first 69 and my first blowjob. God, I loved him and hated his wife for being married to him.

Things got messed up when I came over the next time. I started changing in my friends room like I did everytime and he came into the room naked and laid me in the bed. We kissed a little and then he took my virginity. However, we didn't knoe that my friends match was cancelled, and they came home while he still fucking me. We didn't hear them until they came in the door, and then it was too late to try to explain it away. They caught us red handed because while I might have been able to dress quickly, his clothes were on the other side of the house.

That was obviously the end of our friendship, and I still miss both my friend and my first love.

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