the best boyfriend i ever had...
well i must have been about 14. I had somehow got myself " pulled" by one of the bigger boys from the grammar school over the road. He was in the 6th form and even had a scooter ( this was back in the late 80s so it was kinda cool back then ) He was one of the trendy cool kids that all us girls used to get frothy over. He invited me over to his place, as his parents ( rich bastards ) had gone skiing and left him and his big sister home alone all weekend! This excited me no end.. not only was he gorgeous and clever and rich...he also would have a house full of booze fags and other exciting to a 14yr old girl type stuff. So i got the train to Barnehurst in my nicest pink mini-dress and those gross white knee high canvas boots we all wore back then. He met me at the station and walked me to his massive house. His sister was in unfortunately (i thought ) as i was right up for being a proper dorty little slapper having pulled such a stud who was bound to dump me soon enough.

So.. there we are, in his bedroom while his sister was in the living room playing loud music and having a one girl disco on her own. He suggested i go get a can of coke from the kitchen, so i did. Thru the living room, thru the french doors dividing the room and into the kitchen. As i came back holding this can of coke something stopped me. Really hard in the knee. WTF i thought to myself as glass crumbled all around me and it all became too clear what had actually stopped me. Some idiot ( his sister to be exact ) had shut the french doors. They were big glassy ones.. massive panes of glass..the type that look invisible.. and had no business dividing anyones living room. The noise they made too!!! I blinked twice wondering if i was bleeding profusely from anywhere to save my shame. His sister is screaming " oh my god, oh my fucking god.. shit shit shit..darryl ( for that was the uber studs name ) darryl..shit shit..come here" Darryl did. ( strangely not laughing whatsoever either ) I had completely trashed both doors, glass everywhere and unfortunately the only damage done to my personage was one 3 millimeter cut-let just above my knee. As they both started to cry and discuss how much it would cost them to repair the doors before ma n pa returned from holiday.. i decided to leave. Nobody offered me a plaster for my tiny tiny cut.. pair of bastards! I could have died horribly in a head severed leg off pool of innards blood and white knee boots! Selfish selfish rich kids!

Needless to say i never did hear from him again.. and no.. i didnt get a shag either.

Makes me laugh whenever i remember it tho.
(a girl called harry, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 13:06, 5 replies)

I bet that taught the grubby sod
to pick on girls his own age.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 13:24, closed)

so
you didn't suck him off? not even a cheeky handjob?

i feel cheated with this answer.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 13:45, closed)

no suck off no hand job... never got past the " lets get the 4th year pissed so i can shag her dump her then tell all my mates"

needless to say i told all my mates i shagged his french windows and he was hung like a lady hampster tho. Sorry there was no happy ending, i will try harder next time.
(a girl called harry, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 14:28, closed)

make sure you do
I expect extra smut in the your next answer to make up for the shortcomings in this one.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 14:33, closed)

I went to the boys grammar in the late 80's
But my name isn't Darryl. So it couldn't have been me.

Knew a few dorty slappers from over the road tho. ;-)
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 14:24, closed)