This is a story I'd never thought I'd tell. A girl I've known from my school bus riding days. High school was a strange time. But this story crosses well into our adult life. I have no photos to share with you but visualize this, a busty Black teenage girl, 18 years old. Big succulent lips and her body more mature than most, shy in front in public but a sexually suggestive in private. One date to an empty movie theater, one kiss in the dark with no one watching. And she falls in love for years. Even when she conceived her first child by 20 and her second by 24. Even when she was engaged and married, she made sexual advances and requests for me. Her husband even knows about me, she was with the same guy for like a decade. And she says he's cool with idea. I never really took her serious, the First Little Mama's emotions were like waves, they'd come and go. She'd be horny and excited and then triggered and argumentative, then we wouldn't talk for like a year. It was like that on and off for as long as I can remember, each time she'd change the narrative, so much so I had to keep screenshots of the conversations. So let's begin with the first official date from what I remember, this isn't a wild "me" or a Red Pill "me", this is the super zealot Christian God fearing "me", who thought resisting temptation would get me extra stars on my "heavenly chart".
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