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“‘Hush,’ he said, ‘hush. Yes, it has to be given.’ And he kissed my eyelids again, then my lips. And the kiss continued on past the point where he usually broke off. Then, slowly, he pulled away.
I groped for him, as though I were blind. ‘Andrew, please, please—’ My lips touched his.
And he was kissing me again, and slipping the shorty gown over my head. His strong and gentle hands began to stroke me, his hands, his lips, his tongue.
Gentle. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing. I felt my n*****s rise, and it startled me.
‘Shhh,’ Andrew whispered. ‘Shhh, it’s all right, don’t worry, just relax and listen to your body.’
He was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving down my body, down … and I was nothing but my body. I pressed him hard against me.” Ada recalls her moment with A
