An old story I translated more than 7 years ago...

Note: I didn't write this story, I'm not the author. I read it in French and I translated it to English. I don't know what I did with the French version. I'll put it here if I found it...

Title : The first time.

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     It was the first time, I was 15 and he was 25. He made me seat in an armchair. I knew what he wanted to do. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back. Slowly, he touched the spot by his hands. I felt his breathing on my face. "I'm afraid", I said in a breath. "I'll be very careful", he promised. He asked me to lift a little up: it was easier for him like that. I shuddered, it began to make me pain. Some blood sank, but I behaved like a woman. At a moment, I was utterly exhausted, I filled up the room with groan, it was too hard. Suddenly, he said: "it is out!".
     I was very happy because it was the first time someone pull out one of my teeth!
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Un petit clin d'oeil à kanabeach7 ;o)