Playing the v-card Stories

It was our first time and something we both desired. A nondescript cheap motel room on the edge of our small hometown. The motel was dingy and aged, but the sheets were clean, and we were anxious. We first dated for a bit, coffee, and a walk along the river, and things progressed. A good night kiss at my door after a date. Then one night, we lay on a blanket, his hand feeling my breast under my top as we made out like tee...