About a month before I started dating Denise, I had briefly dated Emmanuelle. Her family was staunchly religious, and she was adamant that she was "saving herself for marriage." That was fine with me, even though I really thought she was attractive and I wanted to f**k her. I certainly wasn't going to force her to do anything she did not want to, and enjoyed what she was willing to do with me.
Emmanuelle was an excellent kisser and enjoyed making out with me. She had perky breasts with n*****s that stuck out and demanded my attention. It was those sensitive n*****s of hers that got us into trouble. It was our fifth date, and we were making out in her car just down the street from her house. I was sitting in the passenger seat. She unhooked her bra and removed it, then lifted her shirt and
