Fumblings and whoops!

The next few months saw some progress - in a way.



Got chatted up in a cafe i was working in - his name was Tony and he asked me out. I was amazed. First date was in my home town, local pub and all my step-dad was there as well. Somehow he missed the last bus and my mum said he could stay over at ours on the couch. I stayed down with him for as long as I could get away with - some very heavy petting went on. I have never been kissed like THAT before - fair took my breath away. Lots of bumping and grinding went on - I slunk off to bed feeling very horny!



We met up a few times in the weeks that followed, but never getting the space to be alone. Then he was invited to a party near his home, I was to stay over on the sofa at his parents house. Party was good, I can remember in the ladies, crowing to some girls (who I did not know) that yes, I was the one who was going out with Tut…..one girl told me to be careful…jealous cow!!!


Returning to his house, more than a little drunk and having to be supported in case I fell. In no time at all we lay on the rug in his house, with clothes awry, and hands wandering everywhere – I was floating away with desire. I really wanted to give in, I seem to remember that neither of us had many clothes on by this time, and then I caught a glimpse of what it was he wanted to give me. It was full, erect and throbbing! To my eyes it was huge, but a delight to look at. I tentatively caressed his penis, well, that one felt better than the last one I held! He lay astride me, me with my pants still on, teasing me, pressing against my clothed fanny, more and more pressure. I was groaning with desire – he put his hand over my mouth to shush me in case his parents heard.



Then all of a sudden I came to me sense, here I was, laying on a rug, very drunk and about to lose my virginity to this guy. This was not right, this is not how I planned it to be. Feeling ever so slightly sick, I grabbed some clothes and made for the bathroom. Returning back to the room he was sat up, a little more decently dressed and ANNOYED, called me a Prick Teaser (for leading him on, what? I was drunk and he was the one doing the leading....) more than a little upset i sobbed myself to sleep.



This did not deter him though, he did ring up for another date and we met up at a house hid friend was doing up in his spare time. The friend mysteriously disappeared after a while leaving us alone! It was cold in the house, so we HAD to use body heat to warm...him desperately trying to get into my knickers and me trying to keep them on!

But OH! What was that, mmmmmm, a very nice bulge forming there then. So despite my earlier promise to myself to behave, he was virtually on top of me, boxers off and I was massaging a certain member. Still trying my best to retain my dignity (in the throws of passion and lust....I somehow managed to keep my underwear on, but he was doing his best by attempting to penetrate me through my underwear. then all of a sudden he thrust he his head back, moved quickly and OH HELL!! I think that's done it, he 'came' all over my stomach....I have never been so grossed out in my life.

After a quick clean up, and an almost silent walk back to the bus stop and we parted. We did kiss, but it seemed a different kiss, he was all apologetic (as he should have been) and as we parted he said he would ring me. Guess what? He didn't.