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We were alone in the basement rec room, our parents asleep 2 floors up. He was crying on my shoulder about how he was going to die a virgin. How lonely he was. I was crying too. I never meant to take it that far when I kissed him, but things escalated quickly. Before I knew it I was encouraging him to put his hands on my body, and I got so turned on that I let him ♥♥♥♥ me.
That's what we did that entire winter. I would wait for him late at night on the couch downstairs, he would make sure our parents were asleep, and without a word he would get under the covers with me and I would do whatever he wanted.I really don't regret it either. He was really good too, a little awkward at first, but very eager to please. When he finally sucame to cancer it ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ killed me.