When I were a lad
I swapped between schools a few times. In years 5-7, I was in an all boys school. Before that, I'd been in a mixed school, and thus I came back to a mixed school, having spent the years when girls stop being yucky having never seen any I wasn't related to. This meant I had no idea how to be with girls, socially.

This meant that any girls I met during this period never quite got past how strange I was, and never bothered with me again. Fine by me. However, there were a couple who I'm still friends with now. One of these is a girl called Charlotte.

I'd met Charlotte (not her real name) through a friend of hers who used to get the school bus with me, therefore rendering me completely unable to ever get near her knickers, but willing to try. We met again when I was in year 9, and was able to actually talk to girls, but still completely unable to flirt. At this time, we both just gave each other shit everytime we saw each other, we weren't pleasant at all.

I then didn't see her for a couple of years, then we had a chance meeting one day. We traded numbers, and email addresses, and promised to keep in touch, entirely pleasantly. I was shocked when she contacted me first, as I'd thought she was just being nice. Gradually, we started talking, and found that we were actually quite attracted to one another. At the time I couldn't do anything, as I had a girlfriend, but there's no harm in dreaming, right?

Eventually, things with that girlfriend came to an end, and me and C started to get closer, talking til all hours on the phone, emailing each other, the usual crap. Unfortunately, at this time I'd moved away, so the trip between our houses wasn't so much half an hour, as 2 and a half hours. In half term of that year, I made a trip up, and we arranged to meet at her house.

Nervously I made my way there, and knocked. I was directed to the top floor of the house, and told she was in a certain room. I was shitting myself as I went up the stairs, as this was the first time we'd been face to face in over a year, and we both had images of what we wanted to happen (I was 16, what do you expect?). I went in, and found her sat in bed, half asleep. I lay next to her, and gave her a kiss, waking her up.

We spent the next few hours happily enjoying each others bodies, knowing we weren't going to be disturbed. In the end, she grabbed a condom out of the side draw, and we started going for it. It was different this time though, we weren't 'shagging' or whatever, it actually felt like we were making love (Don't care how soppy that sounds, I really did adore the girl). Eventually, the mood changed, and we went from delicate and gentle, to shaking the foundations per se.

What we didn't hear at this point was footsteps coming up the stairs, followed by her Dad opening the door. Luckily she moved quickly, pulling the duvet over us, and pretending I wasn't there. I could hear his booming voice asking what was going on, and for some reason it utterly terrified me. That voice was familiar, I just didn't know why.

After a few seconds, he leaves, and there's no way in hell we can carry on at this point, both struck by a fit of the giggles. We then decide we should actually get out of bed, and go out for a while. Later on, as we head back, she asks if I'd like to stay the night? This was fine by me, so as we walk back in she walks into the living room, and asks if I could stay the night. Her mum says it's fine, her Dad enquires what my surname is? As she replies 'Antichrist...', I heard his confused response of 'Hang on, Agnostic? Agnostic Antichrist?'

At that moment, I could have died. I discovered the reason for my fear at the sound of his voice. How could I have not made the connection, same surname and all?

Charlotte's Dad was my Maths teacher. Not just mine, but he'd taught every single one of us kids, and he'd just walked in on me diddling his daughter.

Ohh fuck.

Ended up staying the night, had a nice time, and left in the morning, counting down the days til I'd be seeing her again. Sadly, it never happened. About a month later, I met another girl. I thought she was alright, quite sweet, etc. She asked me out a few weeks later.

Charlotte - Sweet, amazing, friendly, lovely, great in bed, and I was head over heels with her, but she lived a long way away,
Carrie - Sweet, attractive, down the road.

I went with Carrie. I don't regret my decision, as I spent 2 cracking years with her, but I still can't help but think, what if?

Length? 3 years frostiness, 1 years courtship, 5 minutes shagging, 5 years wondering what if? Oh, and half an hour to write this incoherent babbling piece of shit post.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 10:04, 14 replies)

Nicely told

(Smale is stuffed, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 10:21, closed)

"Don't care how gay that sounds"
Was she a dude? Otherwise, not gay. A bit soppy, but definitely not gay.
(sabre-tooth monkey, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 11:39, closed)

Soppy would definitely be a more accurate word

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 11:54, closed)

Total
bumderphile
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 13:06, closed)

Fine
Changed
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 13:29, closed)

I don't care about the story
you are a total bumderphile
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 13:38, closed)

Fair enough

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 13:46, closed)

Long distance = Really really worth it if it's the right person.
I live five hours away from my man.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 12:02, closed)

I was 16, not really thinking too clearly, sadly.

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 12:07, closed)

Carrie was well fit.
(TexasPete enjoyed being sexually molested by your Father on, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 15:47, closed)

I have a very bad feeling I know who this is
And yes, yes she was
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 16:01, closed)

i know
who you are old CHAP.
(TexasPete enjoyed being sexually molested by your Father on, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 16:25, closed)

Good to know

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 16:30, closed)

Carrie and Charlotte?
Did you ever go out with Miranda and Samantha?
(paulwoody, Wed 9 Jun 2010, 8:10, closed)

Charlottes name was changed, Carrie's wasn't
I probably should have reconsidered that
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 9 Jun 2010, 8:42, closed)

" Eventually, the mood changed, and we went from delicate and gentle, to shaking the foundations per se." and " 5 minutes shagging,"
You must be an absolute stallion
(TheColonel, Wed 9 Jun 2010, 20:43, closed)

I was 16, what else would you expect?

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 10 Jun 2010, 9:21, closed)