Gina
Now that the parameters of crush have been so exceptionally well established by Mr Saliva, I feel it necessary to give my own account. In reply, another big un.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 6 Nov 2009, 15:32, 8 replies)

And so.
When I had attained the age of 14 and all hormones had well and truly kicked in with the force of a well-taken penalty, GCE streaming happened. Our individual chances of achievement were established and we were re-assigned to classes based on that. It just so happened that I was put into many classes which contained the heavenly Gina. She was of Italian extraction and exactly the vision of 14 year-old loveliness you may imagine. She had a cascading mane of jet-black curls, and a body more like her Lollabrigida namesake than the barely curved washboards of her friends and contemporaries. I'd noticed her around but never gave her much thought until she joined the chemistry class I was in. I was there because I was lazy, she was there because she was more interested in shoes and clothes than schoolwork. Way out of my league. And so began two years of worship from afar.

I thought it had gone unnoticed and really hoped that was the case. Not only was she out of my league she was taller than me. Unreachable you might say. But it hadn't. Both she and her boyfriend had noticed, she thought it cute but he was a right cunt. One of my good mates to be honest. So, being the cunt he was he obviously thought up some scheme to embarrass the fuck out of me and tried to persuade Gina to join in. I'd noticed them sitting together at break and having a hushed but heated conversation. It ended with her telling him to get stuffed and stalking off. Immediately after break was double chemistry, a practical session where we were supposed to do experiments and observe the results. The teacher didn't like people working with friends as this was the best way to mayhem. He therefore had pairs of students work together with a classmate of the opposite sex. Gina made a bee-line for me and I spent 45 minutes blushing and trying to avoid physical contact. She did the opposite. Every chance she got her hand was on mine, her leg brushing my thigh, her pony-tail flicking gently across my face..... well you know what I mean. As the bell went for the end of the lesson we all rushed out in a heaving mass as usual but Gina gently touched my arm and asked me to hang on. What could I do? I waited. When everyone had gone she said she had noticed me watching her and did I fancy her. I nodded dumbly, a bit like one of those dogs on a car back shelf if truth be told. And then she dropped the bombshell.

“Want to go out with me?” she asked.
“No thanks.” I said. “Come back when you mean it.”
And I walked off with as much dignity as I could muster, knowing that the object of my crush saw me only as an idle amusement. Mozzer called me a cunt for spoiling his fun and gave me a really hard time in the next rugby lesson.

As with most of my stories this one comes with a post script. Mozzer died of leukaemia about 2 years after that (he'd been ill off and on since he was 14). All his mates turned up (including me) and afterwards there was a bit of a do at the local. I danced with Gina when we were pissed and she was lovely. Not my type though, crush gone you see. I'd started corrupting Young Christians by then but that's another story..
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 6 Nov 2009, 15:33, closed)

Click
because I'd have fallen for that like a fat kid chasing cake down a well.
(Hitler's other ball. R soul., Tue 10 Nov 2009, 19:26, closed)

*whistles*
*waits*

EDIT: Gosh, such timing!
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 15:33, closed)

Twat.
I've only got one usable hand you know.
*Whimpers whines and shows poorly paw.*
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 6 Nov 2009, 15:35, closed)

Sorry
I was unaware of your crippling and debilitating condition.

Have one of mine. *offers hand*
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 16:08, closed)

Cheers mate.
Dangers of t'Internet and all that.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 6 Nov 2009, 16:37, closed)