Providing an education....
Back when I was doing my A-Levels, the college was in the middle of nowhere. As you do, I'd hooked up with a lass whose lust for me bordered on the obsessive... God knows why, but at the time I found scratching my name into coke cans while crying quite an attractive quality...

Aaanyway, being so obsessed made her essentially up for anything. As we were walking to the bus stop one day, we decided to take a "short cut" through the nearby wood, to have a bit of time to chat.

Chat very quickly turned to kissing, which turned to hiding behind, in retrospect, a pitifully small sapling of a tree, pretty much next to the main path, frantically groping at each other's nether regions. Hormones bounding through our heads like Colin McRae's helicopter, we suddenly realise we have no condom. Fuck it, hands it is then, more grotty scrabbling around, I'm near wrist deep in clunge as she's milking me like some crazed dairy olympian. Done in seconds, and suddenly feeling quite seedy, two things dawn on me:

1. When outdoor groping, lady types can be nicely finished off without the removal of any clothing, and don't need to have anything on display, unlike chaps, who need to be a bit more 'on display' to avoid pant burn.

2. Standing in front of three wide-eyed school kids with your hands and rapidly deflating cock dripping the soggy remains of aforementioned tryst, having no tissues, hiding behind the thinnest, most pathetic 'tree' in the world is not something most people would ever wish to repeat.

It all ended when we went to Uni and discovered other people, which was definitely for the best, all things considered.
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 23 Apr 2009, 15:53, Reply)