Tell no one

Tell no one. No one should know that we were squeezing our breasts together to feel ourself a real women for the very first time. Tell no one that her ass was above my face and then there was nothing to see. Tell no one that firstly i was greedily eating her asshole, not to make a friendly sleepover into a lesbian porn scene. At first, i was thinking that my tongue in her ass wouldn’t make it more gay than it was. However an asshole is still not a vagina to pretend we were a real lesbians. It was a lie, because it was obvious from the very begging. Tell no one that the scissors-pose is uncomfortable. It’s slippery and the legs are hurt after. Just don’t tell anyone that i’ve kissed my friend’s vagina, wet from my own juice. Tell no one that i know how does she tastes — tasty. Tell no one that I’ve wanted to look into her eyes when our fingers were inside of each other. Just, please, take it quiet, my mother sleeps in other room, i don’t want her to hear us. I couldn’t explain it to her, i wanna be ashamed for the whole next day — for my entire life. Tell no one that we were lying and our legs were on each other. Just look how the moonlight were drawing the lines of our bodies. Just feel how warm were our thights together. I can’t tell how much I’ve wanted to rub against her, be even more closer than we were. Tell no one that we’ve imagined our future together. Tell no one that we’ve cried after. That we fell in love that night. Oh, please, don’t tell anyone… Even we ain't gonna remember that, when we'll meet for the next time. If we would meet.