Cousin Crazy
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Oct 23, 2001
- Posts
- 181
The first girl I ever French kissed was my cousin Annie. I was twelve at the time. She was eleven. We spent that entire summer sneaking away and making out. We really didn't know what we were doing, but it sure was fun.
When summer ended, Annie and her family went back to California, which put the space of a continent between us.
Maybe it was for the best. Knowing now what I didn't know then, we might have gotten into a lot of trouble...
I'm 19 now. I haven't seen Annie since then. But she's flying into town to check out the neighboring schools, and she asked if she could stay at our house. Mom and Dad said yes.
It'll be great to see her. I wonder if I'll even recognize her. She was cute, as I recalled. But people change over the years. Look at me. I was a nerdy little bookworm when she knew me. Now I'm a gym-rat. I'm 6'3" 215. All muscle. I've got buzzcut blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.
My name is Bobby Malone.
I wonder what Annie looks like after all these years. After all, she's 18 now...
When summer ended, Annie and her family went back to California, which put the space of a continent between us.
Maybe it was for the best. Knowing now what I didn't know then, we might have gotten into a lot of trouble...
I'm 19 now. I haven't seen Annie since then. But she's flying into town to check out the neighboring schools, and she asked if she could stay at our house. Mom and Dad said yes.
It'll be great to see her. I wonder if I'll even recognize her. She was cute, as I recalled. But people change over the years. Look at me. I was a nerdy little bookworm when she knew me. Now I'm a gym-rat. I'm 6'3" 215. All muscle. I've got buzzcut blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.
My name is Bobby Malone.
I wonder what Annie looks like after all these years. After all, she's 18 now...