I once took this "computer technology" vocational class that turned out to be nothing but an over-glorified typing and data entry class. It was the most boring thing I have ever been subjected to in my life, and it was a half-day long, five days a week.
There was one high-point to that class though, a mediterranean girl who sat in my "pod" who was very petite and very cute. I was a 5' 10" fairly skinny guy packing an unexpected amount of heat back then, and she was only about 4' 10" (I found I could easily could rest my chin on the top of her head) but perfectly proportioned. We flirted constantly (it annoyed the professor to no end) for a couple months.
I have a shoulder condition that makes my back hurt, and in mentioning it one day, my classmate gave me a massage. The contact was exhilarating - as if there were actual sparks of electricity flowing between us. I could tell that she was getting at least as much pleasure in the giving of the massage as I was getting in the receiving of it, and this continued for weeks every time we had a break. Finally, we arranged a date to see a movie at night.
We met at a movie theater. As soon as she arrived, she excused herself to the bathroom. She still lived with her parents, and when she came back out she had changed her clothes from the mom-approved outfit into something *ahem* nicer. I still remember that outfit to this day: low-cut red fuzzy sweater-thingy and a very short, tight miniskirt.
So, we went to the movie (I don't remember what it was), she led the way to the seats at the extreme rear of the theater. The movie starts, and I was actually watching it (I know, I know). She eventually moved her hand over to my knee, and grabbed my hand. She slowly moved our hands up my thigh, and stopped right at the end of my cock, which was semi-hard and about halfway down my thigh. She didn't look at me, but her eyes got HUGE, and then she got that look - you've seen the one - like she had just found a treasure chest and was trying to figure out what to spend all the money on. She hiked up her skirt just enough so I could that she had nothing on underneath. About 3/4 of the way through the movie, I couldn't take it anymore and looked at her and asked if she wanted to leave. She didn't even say anything, she just grabbed my hand and practically ran out the back door of the theater.
We walked around looking for a spot to make out that was nicer than the back of a strip mall, and eventually found a dark, desolate park. We stopped under a tree, and she backed me up against it, kind of did a little jump, and practically ate my face off. She started rubbing on my bulge, which started growing in kind. I couldn't decide if I should rub her above decks or below, and decided to go with rubbing her up her little skirt. It was easy since she wasn't wearing underwear, and she had a very sexy prominent pubic bulge since she was so petite - this was probably the encounter that clinched that fascination with me, even though previous girls I had been with had them too. I still hadn't really figured girls' anatomy out, had no clue what I was doing, or what I was supposed to be rubbing (so I just rubbed all over) - and this girl was still wet!
She asked if I had a condom, I silently thanked God that I had remembered to bring one and answered positively. She unfastened my pants (right there in the park!) and pushed them down. My cock sprung out, and she looked down. She took one look at it and while she was looking down said, "Holy shit! That thing would split me in half!" She looked back up into my eyes and said, "Wow. I can't."
Disappointment didn't even have time to set in though, because she immediately went down on me. I don't know where she got her skills from, but that girl sucked me like a Dyson vacuum. I told her when I was about to climax, and she just kept going, so I came in her mouth. I came a lot, even for me, and she swallowed it. She looked up at me and just said, "Oh my God."
That's one of the best reactions I've had.
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The rest of the story is below. If you want to know what happened next, read further, but if you've got one, it might kill your buzz:
We walked back to the theater, and she changed her clothes again. The rest of the date was pretty normal, grabbing a bite to eat, hanging out at the arcade next to the theater, walking around and stuff. We had a great time. Her ride picked her up, and I drove home. She didn't have a phone, so I didn't talk to her again until the next week at school.
When we saw each other again, she was already in class, talking with the other girl in our pod (of four - 2 guys, 2 girls). When I came up and said hi, the other girl looked me up and down, and eyed me like a piece of meat. I knew they had been talking about the date. I blushed, and the other girl laughed at me because I turned so red, which made it worse.
It's odd, but after the date our relationship deteriorated. The flirting subsided, the massages stopped coming as frequently. Things felt weird between us. I didn't get the feeling that the date had gone poorly, or that she didn't like me anymore, or that she liked me less - it just seemed uncomfortable. I didn't really feel like we were buds any more. Things had changed, shifted somehow, and we actually never did go out on a date again. The semester ended, I stopped taking that stupid class and going across town to the college, and we never spoke again.
In retrospect, I wish we had been able to keep the friendship alive. When it was sexualized, we both lost something that was very nice.
There was one high-point to that class though, a mediterranean girl who sat in my "pod" who was very petite and very cute. I was a 5' 10" fairly skinny guy packing an unexpected amount of heat back then, and she was only about 4' 10" (I found I could easily could rest my chin on the top of her head) but perfectly proportioned. We flirted constantly (it annoyed the professor to no end) for a couple months.
I have a shoulder condition that makes my back hurt, and in mentioning it one day, my classmate gave me a massage. The contact was exhilarating - as if there were actual sparks of electricity flowing between us. I could tell that she was getting at least as much pleasure in the giving of the massage as I was getting in the receiving of it, and this continued for weeks every time we had a break. Finally, we arranged a date to see a movie at night.
We met at a movie theater. As soon as she arrived, she excused herself to the bathroom. She still lived with her parents, and when she came back out she had changed her clothes from the mom-approved outfit into something *ahem* nicer. I still remember that outfit to this day: low-cut red fuzzy sweater-thingy and a very short, tight miniskirt.
So, we went to the movie (I don't remember what it was), she led the way to the seats at the extreme rear of the theater. The movie starts, and I was actually watching it (I know, I know). She eventually moved her hand over to my knee, and grabbed my hand. She slowly moved our hands up my thigh, and stopped right at the end of my cock, which was semi-hard and about halfway down my thigh. She didn't look at me, but her eyes got HUGE, and then she got that look - you've seen the one - like she had just found a treasure chest and was trying to figure out what to spend all the money on. She hiked up her skirt just enough so I could that she had nothing on underneath. About 3/4 of the way through the movie, I couldn't take it anymore and looked at her and asked if she wanted to leave. She didn't even say anything, she just grabbed my hand and practically ran out the back door of the theater.
We walked around looking for a spot to make out that was nicer than the back of a strip mall, and eventually found a dark, desolate park. We stopped under a tree, and she backed me up against it, kind of did a little jump, and practically ate my face off. She started rubbing on my bulge, which started growing in kind. I couldn't decide if I should rub her above decks or below, and decided to go with rubbing her up her little skirt. It was easy since she wasn't wearing underwear, and she had a very sexy prominent pubic bulge since she was so petite - this was probably the encounter that clinched that fascination with me, even though previous girls I had been with had them too. I still hadn't really figured girls' anatomy out, had no clue what I was doing, or what I was supposed to be rubbing (so I just rubbed all over) - and this girl was still wet!
She asked if I had a condom, I silently thanked God that I had remembered to bring one and answered positively. She unfastened my pants (right there in the park!) and pushed them down. My cock sprung out, and she looked down. She took one look at it and while she was looking down said, "Holy shit! That thing would split me in half!" She looked back up into my eyes and said, "Wow. I can't."
Disappointment didn't even have time to set in though, because she immediately went down on me. I don't know where she got her skills from, but that girl sucked me like a Dyson vacuum. I told her when I was about to climax, and she just kept going, so I came in her mouth. I came a lot, even for me, and she swallowed it. She looked up at me and just said, "Oh my God."
That's one of the best reactions I've had.
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The rest of the story is below. If you want to know what happened next, read further, but if you've got one, it might kill your buzz:
We walked back to the theater, and she changed her clothes again. The rest of the date was pretty normal, grabbing a bite to eat, hanging out at the arcade next to the theater, walking around and stuff. We had a great time. Her ride picked her up, and I drove home. She didn't have a phone, so I didn't talk to her again until the next week at school.
When we saw each other again, she was already in class, talking with the other girl in our pod (of four - 2 guys, 2 girls). When I came up and said hi, the other girl looked me up and down, and eyed me like a piece of meat. I knew they had been talking about the date. I blushed, and the other girl laughed at me because I turned so red, which made it worse.
It's odd, but after the date our relationship deteriorated. The flirting subsided, the massages stopped coming as frequently. Things felt weird between us. I didn't get the feeling that the date had gone poorly, or that she didn't like me anymore, or that she liked me less - it just seemed uncomfortable. I didn't really feel like we were buds any more. Things had changed, shifted somehow, and we actually never did go out on a date again. The semester ended, I stopped taking that stupid class and going across town to the college, and we never spoke again.
In retrospect, I wish we had been able to keep the friendship alive. When it was sexualized, we both lost something that was very nice.
