I was about 18 years old then. I fell in love with my teacher's daughter. This girl was only two months older than me. She had a very beautiful figure.
"Good morning!" I told her these words for the first time with a smile.
"Hello blondie!" she told me and waved her hand.
She might not even know my name, and I don't remember the name of my first love either.
I planned to meet her when all the adults had left and we could talk calmly. I was embarrassed then! She was the first girl I liked. She lived next room.
One day, completely by accident, I saw a girl through the crack in her room door... I saw her... I saw my first love sleeping. She was wearing only a nightgown.
I may have stood there for a few minutes, enjoying looking at my love. Then suddenly she turned around and I saw her true beauty.
"What are you doing here?" her friend asked me.
"Hm... I was just passing by," I answered with excitement.
Here my first love woke up and apparently already understood everything.
"How dare you!" she screamed.
Also, she slapped me on the left cheek, then on the right. Then I got a few more hard slaps.
"Serves you right, you deserve it!" said her friend.
That's how my first love ended. Several years later I moved out and married my now ex-wife.
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