When I was fourteen,
I didn't know how to treat a girl.
                                                         ...let alone pleasure one.
This worried me.
I needed to practice.
until I found she.

oh, she smelled of Clorox and had the fashion sense of a child.
she had a gap in her teeth the size of mountains creek,
her body had the texture of a water bed...
however....
                   ...so did her *******.
but nobody was going to know or notice,
the filthy swine would ****** a bovine queen with huge *******.

thus began an unforgettable experience of ******* and false intimacy.
the experiments,
the tests,
of making love,
or forging ***.
making memories, forged with regrets.

she put up with my exploration and experimentation for nearly a year.
or two....
                 ...three...
however discrete.
I was embarrassed of walking down the street with my hands clasped with hers.
But, never felt bad when it was under her shirt, or skirt, *****...
I was (and am) a pervert.

I remember I told she sweet things, just to get the,
two *******,
two thighs,
a cannoli for she,
and finger food for me.

I took she behind buildings,
in parks,
in woods,
in dark,
behind a bank,
in alley,
but almost rarely...
                                  ...in my house.
hmm...

when I was fourteen...