I remember back when I was eighteen working in a hotel, back of house and falling in love with one of the waitresses who was eighteen. She was working there with her older sister who was thirty. They had come over to Wellington, New Zealand, from Australia, to work and have a good time. Her name was Denise, and the first female I loved.
Denise had long black hair, that smelt like a just picked orchard apple. She had little round buttocks, and breasts that were small and pointy. I loved it when she wore her sun-tight jeans, which showed off her assets, and would send my youthful testicles into a pair of quivering, cupid apricots, whenever I saw her. There was a current of attraction between us, half love, half physical.
I remember sitting beside her watching TV when she asked me if she could see my penis. Her older sister had told her she had been with a man, who when his penis was erect, the head went past his belly button. Even though Denise and I had fucked a few times, she had never seen me naked, because we always got into bed together, with the lights off.