

"The Lesson My First Love Taught Me" Part 2
At work, he would often come out of the kitchen to me, touch me discreetly, and proudly tell everyone in the restaurant that we were dating. It was very embarrassing to me, but in a way it made me feel good because Max was proud that we were in a relationship🥰
When we discussed our previous relationship, I learned that he wasn't very picky about relationships. Yes, there weren't many girls, but picking someone up in a club and fucking in the restroom was perfectly normal for him. When I told him I'd never dated anyone, he laughed and said:
- "Oh, Emma, it turns out you're unkissed.
A few weeks later, he invited me to go with him and his friends to the countryside for a few days. I agreed, even though I had to miss a day of university to do it. His friends turned out to be nice guys, but somehow I didn't get along with them. I felt superfluous.
In the evening, when everyone had a drink, we talked about our relationship, and Max for some reason started telling his friends that I was "unkissed", calling me an "innocent princess". There was nothing shameful about my lack of experience, but at that moment I felt like there was something wrong with me if I hadn't even had my first kiss at my age.
And that same evening, the first kiss happened.
There was a lake near the cabin we were all staying at. Max and I decided to walk to it and look at the stars. It was very beautiful💫
The fresh wind was ruffling my clothes and hair. The leaves rustled peacefully. The stars reflected on the smooth surface of the lake. Max took my hand, turned me toward him, and kissed me. Suddenly, but gently.
I barely moved my lips, numb as he moved his tongue in my mouth. Then he pulled away and, smiling, said:
- You're a kisser now.