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Amy's POV:
Kissing Ricky is an indescribable feeling. I've kissed four guys my entire life. Ben, Jimmy, Ricky, and Todd from the fourth grade. But, when I kiss Ricky it's an experience nothing could compare to. His lips are soft and feel like satin on mine.
So there I stood. In my room. Lip-locking with the one and only, Ricky Underwood. It hadn't been an entirely new adventure. We'd kissed before, at band camp, but this didn't feel the same. This kiss felt genuine. And real. Wait, what am I saying? This isn't real. We're just practicing. Yes, that is exactly what Ricky called it. Practice. Which obviously was just to make sure Adrian didn't find out. Although the only people who knew were Ricky and I and I certainly wasn't going to tell anyone.
I didn't care if it was practice. I lifted my hands from his shoulders and wrapped my arms around his head. He didn't seem to mind. He reacted, just as I had. He gripped my waist tighter than before and moved his hands up slightly. The kiss deepened more and more. That's when I pulled away. His face at first was confused and disappointed, but quickly changed as he realized that kiss was supposed to be practice. I walked towards the door, closed it, and locked it.
He was shocked. Once again, I didn't care. I walked over to him, and jumped onto him. He caught me perfectly. I wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his head once again. His hands were supporting my body. "Go to my bed." I whispered in his ear. I could tell this was something he didn't expect by his flabbergasted face. I still didn't care. I knew what I was doing. He did as I told him. Though my bed was about three steps from where we were, it seemed to take about a million years to get there. Kissing Ricky for two seconds seemed like 2OO years. Another thing I didn't mind. We'd finally completed the journey to my bed, and I pushed him down. Like I said, I knew what I was doing. I searched for the bottom of his tee shirt, and soon discovered its location and lifted his tee shirt off his body and revealed his chiseled and muscular chest. He did the same to me, revealing my rainbow colored, and leopard print bra. We pushed together and shared another passionate kiss. We split apart as I began to search for his pant zipper. I found it, gave it a hard tug, and undid the button atop. I grabbed onto his pockets and pulled down his baggy, dark sea blue jeans. While he did the same to me, I began to fish for his boxer strand, that secured them onto him.
As soon as I found them, I put my fingers in between the strand and his body, and pushed them down slowly. He was completely naked, and it was my turn. He attempted to unhook my bra, but failed. I found that amusing moment priceless. The player, Ricky Underwood, couldn't unhook a bra. I reached my hand back and unlatched it myself. A skilled I'd mastered when I was 12 and had gotten a mark from twisting my tight bra around my chest. I slipped my arms through the arm holes, as he slid my panties off my body. We took about ten seconds to stare at each other, and then experienced another heavy kiss.
"Amy, are you sure?" Ricky asked.
"Positive." I answered. And quickly snuck my hand into my bedside table's drawer, and revealed a condom. He took it from me, and we spent the night together.