These parties are always the same. Lot's of old, cramped people and just terrible music. The party was as dull as all parties of my parents. It was my mom's birthday party. I lay on the sofa reading a magazine all the time . After a few hours this boy stood beside the sofa. First I didn't know who he was but than I remembered, it was Sam, the son of my moms fried. I didn't want to see anybody because I didn't felt well on this evening. So I just looked the other way. But, actually, I was glad that he has come. First it was odd because we were sitting there and nobody sad anything. After a while he wanted to start a conversation. It was strange too, but with the time it became nice and funny. I liked him.
At the next day we met at the cinema. I was looking forward to see him the whole day. We talked all the time so that we didn't even go to the film. After a frappuccino we, or I would say me, decided to go to my house. I don't know why but I already wanted to sleep with him. But I noticed that he wasn't ready yet. I didn't want to realize that. Because of that I told him to go. Then I started crying. He turned around and put his arms around me. On account of that he came back, I started kissing him. At this evening we had the first time sex.
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