Walking through the mall, holding hands with Lindsey made me feel like I was king of the world!

Lindsey led me into a clothing store and as I followed behind her she suddenly turned and kissed me. I wasn't ready for it, but got ready as fast as I could. It was just a small, fast kiss, but it was my first and I'll never forget it.

"I'm not very good it that," Lindsey said, "And wasn't even sure how to get started, so I just did it."

"I'm sure glad you did," I said, "And I think it was a pretty darned good kiss!"

I clasped both her hands in mine as we stood facing each other, and leaned in and kissed again.

"I would certainly be in favor or practicing this more," I said.

"So would I," agreed Lindsey, "But lets find somewhere more private."

We walked further in the mall and found a small alcove that led to a closed store.

Standing there, just a few feet from the mall aisle, we were sheltered from the view of the shoppers, and I took the liberty of putting my arms around Lindsey and pulling her to me. As we kissed more I felt her tongue pushing against my lips and I opened my mouth to experience our very first French kiss. Never had I imagined that a simple walk in the mall would lead to this.

I had no idea what I was doing, but just went with it.

"Wow," said Lindsey, "you're a really good kisser, Bill."

"So are you," I replied.

"It was my first time," she said, "And hopefully the first of many!"

"I think it would be good for us to get plenty of practice," I said, smiling, which was met with her affirming smile.

From that day on we ate lunch every day at school, and I would walk Lindsey to her classes. We weren't "officially" going steady – I never really asked her, but it just seemed to be understood. All our friends knew we were a couple.

There was a park near the school and we would often go walking there after school, taking the opportunity to "practice" our kissing from time to time. While I truly loved what I had with Lindsey, as a guy I couldn't help but want more, but knew I had to go slowly, and not scare her.

The next time we kissed I put a hand on one of her breasts, and felt her tense up. "I'm sorry," I said, "I've gone too far."

"No, it's alright," she said, taking my hand and returning it to her breast, "I was just startled. I know some guys are groping girls all the time, but I enjoy being groped by you!"

We approached a bench along the path and sat down, making out on the bench. Lindsey unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up, revealing her beautiful breasts to me. I was thrilled to feel her soft warm skin and enjoyed the wonder of her nipples hardening from my touch. I kissed Linsey as I massaged her breasts, and my feeling her seemed to increase the passion of her kisses.

We continued for a while but then heard people approaching on the path, and Lindsey quickly buttoned up her blouse and we sat there innocently as they walked by us, smiling at us two young lovers.

We continued kissing, but Lindsey kept her blouse buttoned. I put my hand on Lindsey's knee and gradually began moving up her leg under her skirt. Suddenly her legs snapped shut and she said, "Please, not that."

Fearing I had committed an unforgivable mistake, I quickly backed off.

"I'm sorry, Bill," said Lindsey, "I want to be more accommodating, but I promised my mother nothing below the waist for now."

"She doesn't have to know," I said, "Like everything else."

"I promised!" insisted Lindsey, "That's different than just defying her wishes."

"I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't know – I'll respect your wishes."

I had a good thing going and sure didn't want to ruin it by moving too fast.

The next day at school Lindsey was waiting for me and was anxious to talk. "I'm sorry about putting off when you reached up my skirt," she said.

"Lindsey, it's alright," I said, "I just need to know where the limits are."

"You know," she replied, "But I don't feel right about it."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, if I was going to let any boy do that it would be you," she said, "And I kind of WANT it to be you, but ..."

"I know," I replied, "You promised!"

"I know that other girls go further," she said, "And I don't want to push you away."

"You aren't," I assured her, "Let's just stick with the kissing practice – we might get good enough for the Olympic team."

We laughed at the idea of Olympic kissing, but didn't think we would like a bunch of judges watching and scoring us.

After school we went to the park again and took our usual walk, punctuated with plenty of kissing. As we finished a kiss, Lindsey said, "I couldn't help but notice that you always seem happy to see me."

"Sure I'm happy to see you," I agreed.

"No, I mean this," she said, putting her hand on the bulge in my pants.

Embarrassed, I said, "I was hoping that didn't show."

"It shows whenever we're together," she said, "And I'm glad I have that effect on you, but I realize that I'm be causing you frustration."

"I can't help how I feel about you," I replied.

"I know other girls take care of their guys," Lindsey said, "But I promised my mother."

"It's okay," I said, "You need to keep your promise."

"I will," she said, "But there's another way."

Lindsey unzipped me and fumbled with my cock. As hard as it was she had difficulty with it, so I took it out. I thought she was going to give me a handjob, which I would certainly welcome, but instead she proceeded to suck me. I couldn't believe what was happening!

  To be continued . . .

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