First time fuck

It started when we were 15. Kirsten had been my best friend since kindergarden. We had spent years together, we saw each other almost 7 days a week. When we hit puberty, things started to change. Her schedule got busy, mine too. My parents got a divorce, and a whole lot of other things happened.
Between 6th and 7th grade, we grew apart. She went to one school, while i switched around. Finally in 8th grade, i went to her school. That’s when I noticed that she’d changed.
With me being the horny teen i was, I of course checked her out. Except for her acne, she had become quite beautiful. Her body had slimmed, she had gotten a little taller too. The best part was that her tits were growing. This girl had gone from nothing to a C-cup! And that ass was just so nice. Round, and big, the way i like em’!
Well, she had a boyfriend. Harrison was his name, and he was the ugliest kid you ever did see. I thought to myself “Damn that kid is scrawney.” I coulda beat him to a pulp in 1 punch. For some reason, Kirsten saw something in him. I had to stop things now before they got out of hand.
To let Kirsten know that I had noticed her “enhancments”, i started teasing her. A little tap on her butt did the trick. She acted like she hated it, but underneath she was glowing. This happened like this all through the year.
The summer after 9th grade, Harrison dumped her. She was very unhappy and cried alot. I, being the nice person I was, went and conforted her any way I could. She was too sad to think of dating again, so I just bid my time.
Finally, the my day came. I went to her house, and her parents were gone. She let me in as usual, and sat and cried some more. I started digging into her mind.
“Kirsten,” I said, “did you and Harrison ever do it?”
She gave me a look of shock and shook her head.
I knew what was going to happen, I could tell from the way she was looking me over that she was horny. I took it in happily.
“Why do you want to know?” she asked, still looking at my crotch.
“Well, you are crying so much I thought maybe you gave Harrison your cherry, and now he doesn’t want you. Now that would be something to cry over.”
She dabbed her eyes and came and sat next to me.
“This was my first love. I didn’t want it to stop,” she moaned.
This was my time!
“That looser only wanted you to say that he had a girlfriend. You don’t need him, you’ve got me,” I yelled.
The look of shock on her face cannot be explained. I knew that the cranks in her head were turning so fast we could have given California all the energy they needed.
“I have you?” she asked.