By Standard six, I was getting attracted to girls. The girls liked me too. As the brightest student in class, I was always willing to help them solve their Maths problems. I liked the ones seated at the front seat. I would squeeze myself between them and they would be giggling to my jokes. Occasionally, one would let me touch her boobies. 
They were large; mammalian glands those.
She was the first girlfriend. My age, slender, and a black beauty. Tits were firm and she had this cheeky smile. The boys had their eyes on her. But I was the one who won her love. I thought I would marry her and we’ld have bouncing babies together. I always looked forward to our moments together. Innocent love it was.
The innocent me had never tasted a cookie. But she was clever. She invited me to their home that Saturday, but I couldn’t go. I did not want to disappoint her, so I said I’ll go after church. See, my father was around that weekend. And that meant no stepping outside the home compound.
My ancestors must have intervened. Though I didn’t expect it, I was sent to buy some painkillers at the nearest shopping center. On my way, I met the girl. She was with another girl; an equally well-endowed lass. I had to escort them, so my mission to the shops came to a stop, temporarily. The other girl reached her home and so we had to part. I was left with my girl.
We took the winding path that passed through a forest. It was around past 6, so it was still early by the village standards. I could not let the chance go. I grabbed her hand. She held my hand. I told her sweet nothings. It was about her beauty and her sense of fashion. Hehe…mark you, she wearing those long mokorino dresses! But it didn’t matter. She was the finest to me.
We kissed. We couldn’t let go. My cheap, second-hand trouser was now bulging. Her tits were firm. Spotless. She was breathing hard. Panting, sort of. I could feel her underwear. Her wetness. Finally, she lay on her back. I helped remove her underwear. Then, the first thrust. It felt so heavenly!
I arrived home after one hour. Sadly, I had not realized my shirt was wet and I had this funny smell. I was avoiding everyone. I thought they’ld know my little secret. 
I’m in form 2, first term. Mid-term break to be precise. My village queen is carrying a baby. We had not communicated for a while. I was very sure it wasn’t me. Coz the first and last fuck was eons ago (class 8). What happened? She wouldn’t look at me straight into the eyes. I felt like shedding a tear. Dreams crushed. Such a short life-cycle for the girls!
