I Was Somebody Else's First Love
But I really didn't deserve her....

My first post on this topic talked about Anne, my first love. Now there's a prelude to that story and it involved a fantastically cute girl who I’ll call by her nickname - Tufty.

Tufty, Anne and Debs were the core of the Convent Girls who I knocked around with in my late teens. When I first met them it was Anne who I picked up first but, after the first night (no funny business - I walked her home, that's all), it was Tufty who was most smitten with me.

Tufty was a short redhead with incredible norks. She was just under 5 foot tall and her carriage was always "shoulders back" which showed off her attributes to the best advantage. This wasn't some way of displaying herself - it was just her natural way of walking - it was totally instinctive. She was also the shyest and least experienced of our crowd but she had an innocence and an absolute honesty about her which endeared her to everyone who met her. She was, just loveable.

The first few times I "got off" with her was always at various parties where the parents were away and we'd generally end up in some bed or other or crashing on someone’s floor but always with at least a few other people in the same room as us. As I was an insensitive, callow, youth, I'd try like hell to get her undressed and have my wicked way with her but was always repulsed with slaps and kicks until I'd give up and sleep nursing a raging hard-on and vow never to get off with her again the cock-teasing bitch.....

I really couldn't understand what the hell was going on. When we were out on the town with the crowd, she'd always make sure she was just at my left-hand side, always just within reach. In pubs, she'd slip her arm around me, walking from pub to pub we always walked arm-in-arm, yet as soon as we were alone (under a duvet counts as alone OK?) she'd kiss me like she was trying to devour my soul but if I tried to lay my hands on her naughty bits she'd freeze and the push me away. I was totally confused...

Anyway, after a few months I got tired of trying and eventually fell in love with her best mate Anne who had absolutely no problems succumbing to my charms. Tufty was devastated when Anne and I got together and pined for almost a year but was still friends with both of us....

About a year into my relationship with Anne we got to talking about Tufty and it turned out that she'd been sexually abused by some un-named person when she was growing up. I felt about *this* high. A bloke she loved and trusted (me) was only interested in getting inside her knickers.

In my defence I can only offer ignorance. Sexual abuse in those days was something to hide, to be ashamed of, and to never talk about and I had no experience of the subject.

Still, all ended well. After about a year Tufty started seeing another of our crowd, a quiet, gentle guy called Derek. They were together for about a year before she surrenderd her virginity to him. At Reading Rock Festival. And she told pretty much everyone she met the day after that she'd finally gotten laid the previous nigh. Derek just walked around that day with a sloppy grin on his face looking slightly stunned.

Derek deserved her - I didn't. They married a few years later and, as far as I know, they're still together.

Derek had the love, the patience and the kindness which I lacked back then and they really did make a great couple. They really were made for each other.

But, a couple of years later, Tufty, Derek and a few others of our crew were drinking around Newcastle when we ended up in a bar which neither me, or Tufty liked so we said we'd meet the rest of them in another of our more regular haunts, The Farmers. So me and Tufty beetled off up the road to the Farmers. We'd been in there about 20 minutes when Derek arrived, puffing and blowing to find me with my arm around another redhead and Tufty talking brightly to me and new pick-up. He looked ready for a fight and then very confused....

It turned out later that one of the group I'd left in the bar I didn't like had been winding Derek up about me and Tufty.

"Legless banged my girlfriend last week. Looks like it's Tufty's turn this week" he said (Only slightly true. The week before I'd slept with his EX-girlfriend. And the guy wasn’t part of our normal crowd - he was just a hanger-on...)

But, it all turned out OK. I remained friends with Derek and Tufty until I left Newcastle and moved on to other things.
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 22:20, Reply)