An Upset Girlfriend
THIS IS A TRUE STORY THOUGH I HAVE CHANGED THE GIRL'S NAME
I had to wait until I was 18 to get my first real girlfriend. I wasn't very confident around girls but I had a few good mates who were a little older than me. One night there was a few of us in the pub and my mate had brought his girlfriend and her pal along. I got on really well with his girlfriends pal but only as friends or so I thought! She was a couple of years older than me at 20 and very confident and loud. She wasn't really a tomboy but nor was she a girly girl, she was one of those girls who is often referred to as 'one of the lads'.
This girl (I shall call her 'Lydia' for the purpose of the story) had curly brunette hair and was about an inch shorter than me, so about 5ft 9. Lydia wasn't a stunner but she was pretty in her own way. She was however slim with 34F breasts, so me, who was completely inexperienced with girls was very flattered she was paying me any attention let alone wanting to sit drinking, chatting and laughing with me.
A couple of weeks later after Lydia had been out with us all a couple of times, one of my mates had to take me to one side and explain to stupid, naïve me that Lydia liked me. 'Yeah, I get on well with her, she's a laugh' I said. 'No, you idiot, she REALLY likes you!' my mate said. It finally began to dawn on me that at the grand old age of 18 I might be about to experience what girls were like and what's more with someone I fancied and had a laugh with.
Later on that evening Lydia asked for my friend's car keys as she needed to fetch something from his car, naturally I offered to walk with her. Outside my heart was pounding but I somehow clumsily managed to tell her how much I liked her. She smiled, took my hand and led me into a dark corner of the car park...
Lydia leant back against a wall, smiled and gently pulled me towards her... I was excited and nervous all at the same time as I leaned forward to kiss her.. she gently placed a hand behind my shoulder and a hand behind my head and pulled me towards her.... my heart was pounding as our lips met.. my hands meeting at the bottom of her back... she slid her tongue deep inside my mouth and kissed me passionately...
Innocent and inexperienced I was overwhelmed by this sexy, older (to me!), more experience girl wanting me... I held my hands at the bottom of her back, too nervous to move them anywhere else... slowly, nervously I began to kiss her back... one thing that I always remember from that evening was the taste of smoke as I kissed her... I liked it and to this day if I ever kiss a girl after she has been smoking it takes me right back to those first few sexual encounters I ever have... I associate it with strong, sexy, sensual women....
I melted into those kisses, the first French kisses I'd had that had lasted longer than a few seconds... I remember her scent, an erotic mix of Chanel and Cigarette smoke, the feeling of her hair brushing against my face, her warmth and also her body pushing against mine....
TO BE CONTINUED...
I had to wait until I was 18 to get my first real girlfriend. I wasn't very confident around girls but I had a few good mates who were a little older than me. One night there was a few of us in the pub and my mate had brought his girlfriend and her pal along. I got on really well with his girlfriends pal but only as friends or so I thought! She was a couple of years older than me at 20 and very confident and loud. She wasn't really a tomboy but nor was she a girly girl, she was one of those girls who is often referred to as 'one of the lads'.
This girl (I shall call her 'Lydia' for the purpose of the story) had curly brunette hair and was about an inch shorter than me, so about 5ft 9. Lydia wasn't a stunner but she was pretty in her own way. She was however slim with 34F breasts, so me, who was completely inexperienced with girls was very flattered she was paying me any attention let alone wanting to sit drinking, chatting and laughing with me.
A couple of weeks later after Lydia had been out with us all a couple of times, one of my mates had to take me to one side and explain to stupid, naïve me that Lydia liked me. 'Yeah, I get on well with her, she's a laugh' I said. 'No, you idiot, she REALLY likes you!' my mate said. It finally began to dawn on me that at the grand old age of 18 I might be about to experience what girls were like and what's more with someone I fancied and had a laugh with.
Later on that evening Lydia asked for my friend's car keys as she needed to fetch something from his car, naturally I offered to walk with her. Outside my heart was pounding but I somehow clumsily managed to tell her how much I liked her. She smiled, took my hand and led me into a dark corner of the car park...
Lydia leant back against a wall, smiled and gently pulled me towards her... I was excited and nervous all at the same time as I leaned forward to kiss her.. she gently placed a hand behind my shoulder and a hand behind my head and pulled me towards her.... my heart was pounding as our lips met.. my hands meeting at the bottom of her back... she slid her tongue deep inside my mouth and kissed me passionately...
Innocent and inexperienced I was overwhelmed by this sexy, older (to me!), more experience girl wanting me... I held my hands at the bottom of her back, too nervous to move them anywhere else... slowly, nervously I began to kiss her back... one thing that I always remember from that evening was the taste of smoke as I kissed her... I liked it and to this day if I ever kiss a girl after she has been smoking it takes me right back to those first few sexual encounters I ever have... I associate it with strong, sexy, sensual women....
I melted into those kisses, the first French kisses I'd had that had lasted longer than a few seconds... I remember her scent, an erotic mix of Chanel and Cigarette smoke, the feeling of her hair brushing against my face, her warmth and also her body pushing against mine....
TO BE CONTINUED...
11 年 前
