One fateful night where the boundaries of my reality shifted forever Near midnight, a woman caught my eye on the dance floor. She was moving like a plume of dust, like a breeze, gracefully gliding between the bodies dancing on the floor her eyes fixed on me. I had an enigmatic allure for her, something attracted me even though I was a teenager, unseasoned, with a mind still attached to the simplicity of childish adventures. But her gaze..... What did this mean? Why was she looking at me like that? Her beauty was captivating. "Why is she looking at me like that?" I asked myself. "What does she see in me?" And I checked to see if my pants were torn or if I had peed in my panties without realizing it. It had never happened to me before, but where did my mind go? At that age, the world was still a riddle to me and understanding the complexity of human desire was beyond my grasp. Was this a dream? She came closer, her presence shocking me, and I began to feel a mist of suffocation enveloping me. She reached out, her fingers grazing my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. Her touch was intoxicating, how could I ignore it? Then, with a trust that took my breath away, she pulled me closer, closer to her breasts. Her eyes never left mine. "What's going on?" my inner monologue teased. "Why do I feel this way?" Her full breasts squeezed me. The intensity of her passion engulfed me, drowning me in a flood of euphoria. The boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred, leaving me lost in a fog of forbidden pleasure. As her hands trembled, I was overcome by a rush of erotic sensations. My skin tingled where her fingers traced. "What happens next?" My inner voice whispered. This was the edge of innocence, the threshold between boyhood and manhood, and I was sinking into the brink. The world dissolved into a blur of sensation. When it was mentioned, the stars twinkled above as distant witnesses of sin.