A long one, I'm sorry. A few years ago, I was good friends with a girl we shall call "Miss X"
AS the geeky computer nerd that I am, I was often called upon by my friends to sort things out with their computers. So I didn't find it unusual that Miss X requested that I go to hers after school one afternoon to sort out her computer.
For background information, Miss X is the sort of girl that any guy, be he teenage or not, adores on sight. Slinky body, pert large breasts, long flowing hair. Seeing her was like seeing a very fine piece of art work. And, having strong Catholic views, it was well-known that she was a virgin, and hadn't even had a boyfriend. I was in love with her, and assumed that she was well out of my league, for somewhat obvious reasons.
I go round to her house, and we flirt in a friendly way. Her computer is well and truly up shit creek, and seeing that it is going to take several hours, she invites me back another time.
It is the fifth and final time I went that is the important one. I had to go out that day with my then-new-girlfriend, and so I said I would come round early in the morning, just after her parents left for work. So I did, and notice how very nice her bedroom is. Incense wafts around the room, and I put it down to her not wanting me to smell her night farts (I'm obviously very romantically-minded).
I sit down to do the job, and she asks if I mind if she has a shower. I say no. She has an en-suite, and the door cannot be fully closed, and therefore I hear every splash every trickle of water hitting her young nubile naked body. But I was strong, and stayed at the computer. She then comes out of the shower, wearing only a towel and, brushing herself against me, inquires as to how it's going, breathing on my neck and massaging my shoulders. We chat. I try to surreptitiously cover up my boner.
She then tells me to continue looking at the screen whilst she puts clothes on as the bathroom is "too damp". I hear her slipping the towel down, then putting on underwear. She is now happy to walk around, and treats me naturally. I have by now finished the job, and her computer is working, so I get up to go outside and give her some privacy.
No can do, as she grabs my hand and forces me to dance with her. By now I am entirely aware of my building lust, and how much I want to ravage this vision of beauty. But I have a girlfriend, and I don't want to upset her, so I don't make the first move, even as she grinds her pantied crotch against my leg (she was into dance music, and I believed that such a move was perfectly normal at the time).
Nothing happened in the next half hour that I was there. She didn't put any clothes on, but neither did I take them off for her. I heard a year or so later from her best friend that she'd wanted me to take her V-plates, and still does. Which is nice.
I still have a girlfriend, and it's not going to happen, and I know that when I'm fifty I'll still regret not shagging that vision of utter perfection.
No apologies for length, although she'd have been wanting one.
( Dave the Mighty, Fri 6 Oct 2006, 9:04, Reply)