Scrolling through the blogs I came across a post by @dar1359 about his girlfriend and her juices. This triggered a memory of when I was 15 or so.(A long time ago). My girlfriend had a 9pm curfew! When we got home she popped in to say she was back and come back out to say goodbye to me. This took some time and took place in a secluded corner of the garden. We would kiss and grope and grind away lustily until her dad called her indoors. I distinctly remember an occasion when during our grinding sessions, standing up, she suddenly wrapped herself round me, threw her head back and called my name huskily. Then she ran off inside. I had no idea what had happened. We broke up shortly after that and I only saw her around occasionally.
Some 20 years later we met at a party and chatted politely when she suddenly whispered into my ear: “Do you remember giving me my first ever orgasm?” I didn't, so she reminded me and gave me all the details. In truth I wasn't aware of what had happened, but she assured me she had never forgotten. She said she was happily married and did not take up my offer to renew the experience. Pity.