Early days II...
So there I was:
As always in my life, fortune smiled on me.
A very pretty girl took a shine to me for no discernable reason. I plucked up the courage to ask her out. We fumbled in each other's clothes. I found out about the female anatomy first hand rather than from the two-diminsional paper porn that had formulated my erotic fantasies.
But not everything was "wine and roses". Lizzie had big breasts - not my thing at all. Don't get me wrong - large boobs don't turn me off but they don't attract me like they do some men. I can definitely take them or leave them. There were two problems with this scenario.
Firstly, she seemed to be obsessed with me taking an interest in her mammaries - no I wasn't being overly attentive but rather I wasn't obsessed enough - her previous boyfriends had been very er... well, focussed. Whilst she responded beautifully to my fingers elsewhere on her body, she wanted more breast action but less of other forms of naughtiness (we were still innocent teenagers). This was not all bad: she loved kissing - my lifelong love of kissing comes from Lizzie (I could quite happily snog for Britain). Long, slow, succulent kisses. Fast, insistent, deisre- filled kisses. All good.
Secondly, whilst my hands wandered, her hands never got below my waist. Perhaps because I didn't have a raging hard-on, she was embarassed. But without some stimulation down there, nothing was going to happen, for me at least... Probably my fault for masturbating like a sex-starved simian whenever I was on my own for more than five minutes. But my virginity wasn't going anywhere.
However, the best thing about going out with Lizzie was that I suddenly became hot property with the "Laydees". Yes, that old effect of "if some other girl wants him, then so do I" came into effect. Virgo intacto, I nevertheless had become a minor "player" and I had the chance to trade...
To be continued...
- Naïve, sexually desperate, virginity a millstone around my neck. Not an attractive look...
- Stuck in a rut, depressed, going nowhere. Just the attributes young ladies seek out).
As always in my life, fortune smiled on me.
A very pretty girl took a shine to me for no discernable reason. I plucked up the courage to ask her out. We fumbled in each other's clothes. I found out about the female anatomy first hand rather than from the two-diminsional paper porn that had formulated my erotic fantasies.
But not everything was "wine and roses". Lizzie had big breasts - not my thing at all. Don't get me wrong - large boobs don't turn me off but they don't attract me like they do some men. I can definitely take them or leave them. There were two problems with this scenario.
Firstly, she seemed to be obsessed with me taking an interest in her mammaries - no I wasn't being overly attentive but rather I wasn't obsessed enough - her previous boyfriends had been very er... well, focussed. Whilst she responded beautifully to my fingers elsewhere on her body, she wanted more breast action but less of other forms of naughtiness (we were still innocent teenagers). This was not all bad: she loved kissing - my lifelong love of kissing comes from Lizzie (I could quite happily snog for Britain). Long, slow, succulent kisses. Fast, insistent, deisre- filled kisses. All good.
Secondly, whilst my hands wandered, her hands never got below my waist. Perhaps because I didn't have a raging hard-on, she was embarassed. But without some stimulation down there, nothing was going to happen, for me at least... Probably my fault for masturbating like a sex-starved simian whenever I was on my own for more than five minutes. But my virginity wasn't going anywhere.
However, the best thing about going out with Lizzie was that I suddenly became hot property with the "Laydees". Yes, that old effect of "if some other girl wants him, then so do I" came into effect. Virgo intacto, I nevertheless had become a minor "player" and I had the chance to trade...
To be continued...
posted by Salvatori at 8:33 am
2 Comments:
This "losing your virginity" stuff could be compiled into a novel eventually, seeing the amount of postings you are taking to come to that point.
Jem,
Sadly, it gets a lot worse before it gets better.
Sorry, I know this is boring stuff but I need to write this down to get it out of my head. This was a formulative and sexually traumatic time for me (yes, it is for any teenager...).
Tune in again, once I've finished - I'll have more interesting things to write about then.
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