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When I was still quite young, I was offered the chance to spend several weeks in the South of France. My Uncle was going to drive me down in his vintage MG sports car. There would be sun, sand and, crucially, French girls.

I was too scared of the French girls to go.

What do you regret not doing?

(, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 13:25)
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Good Charlotte
When I was a student, another much younger college student tricked her way into my room, clearly distressed claiming there was a peeping-tom outside her window watching her through the gap at the bottom of her short curtains. Of course I comforted her like a perfect gent which seemed to work. She returned to her room later and I went to bed. Within five minutes Charlotte was knocking on my door again asking if she could sleep on my floor as she was too frightened to sleep in her room. I agreed and she brought in her duvet in to my room and laid it on the floor next to my bed. Again, like a perfect gent, I suggested she have the bed and I sleep on the floor but she refused.

Charlotte went to the bathroom to clean her teeth, and I got in to bed. She returned a short while later smiled at me and switched out the light. I heard her get undress and wondered what she looked like naked. Charlotte was a tall athletic young girl with a great figure and all the males in the shared student house were beguilled by her large breasts and curvy bottom. I lay there most of the night thinking up ways to get Charlotte in to my bed without seeming like a complete sex maniac before eventually falling asleep.

I was awoken at dawn by Charlotte returning from the bathroom. She closed the door quietly, dressed in only her in her underwear. She looked over to my bed as if to see if I was awake. I didn't have my glasses on so couldn't see her clearly through my sleepy eyes, but what I saw I liked. I also made sure Charlotte knew I was awake and that I had seen her return - she seemed a little embarrassed, but not too much for us to start chatting. She sat on the end of my bed and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. I was about to joke she shoul;d get under the covers with me, when there was a loud knock on the front door. It was a friend of Charlotte's. Another student in the house opened the front door to Caroline, who was now knocking on Charlotte's door along the hall.

"I'll go and get rid of her" Charlotte said, which I thought was a bit strange, but thought no more of it. She put on one of my shirts and left the room.

A few minutes later Charlotte returned apologising saying she'd have to leave as Caroline had brought her some bad news which she need to attend to. She removed my shirt and smiled at me as she pulled on her small t-shirt and jeans. Charlotte apologised again and leaned over to kiss me.

"Maybe next time", she said. I was left speachless. Did she mean what I thought she meant? There would have been some sex? I closed my eyes and silently screamed.

Charlotte moved out a few days later and I didn't see her again for over 10 years by which time she was married and the landlady of a pub. I met her and her husband when I was out with a mutual friend who confided in me that Charlotte had planned the whole 'peeping-tom' episode to get into my room that night.

The moral of the story is - don't be a gentleman of there's a an opportunity of sex involved with a beautiful young girl who has the hots for you. Chances like this are far and few between and you'll most likely regret it. I know I do.

My only consolation is a photograph of Charlotte in her underwear. I know I shouldn't post it, but I might if enough people request it.
(, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 5:31, closed)

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