Straight Male / 63
Teen Dating
Lots of things have gotten taboo lately. Back when we were in high school there was this girl who was off limits, so fine she was being saved for marriage. Every red blooded high school kid wanted to bang her, including me. She only dated older boys, college boys. But luck would strike when I least expected.
I was a senior and she was a junior and we got paired up for this charity thing. Our job was to man the registration table at the country club. The more I talked the more she shut up. It got to the point where I had to tell her to open up or else. Or else what? The challenge was on.
After we were relieved by the next two kids, I took her by the arm and let her know I expected her to be nice. We showed up together and we were leaving together. She was well trained and politely made up my plate and carried it to the table. I said thank you, I was raised right too. She watched me manage my knife and fork. Under her breath she told me to keep my hands to myself. Or what? The challenge was on.
I won't bore you because fencing is boring, but at the end of the evening she rode home with me and I got a kiss at the door. That made the big man on campus, until she said if I opened my trap that was the last kiss I'd get. I learned that bragging works the other way. She dropped the news on her friend whose trap ran the next week at school.
And that in a nutshell is how she became my girl.
I was a senior and she was a junior and we got paired up for this charity thing. Our job was to man the registration table at the country club. The more I talked the more she shut up. It got to the point where I had to tell her to open up or else. Or else what? The challenge was on.
After we were relieved by the next two kids, I took her by the arm and let her know I expected her to be nice. We showed up together and we were leaving together. She was well trained and politely made up my plate and carried it to the table. I said thank you, I was raised right too. She watched me manage my knife and fork. Under her breath she told me to keep my hands to myself. Or what? The challenge was on.
I won't bore you because fencing is boring, but at the end of the evening she rode home with me and I got a kiss at the door. That made the big man on campus, until she said if I opened my trap that was the last kiss I'd get. I learned that bragging works the other way. She dropped the news on her friend whose trap ran the next week at school.
And that in a nutshell is how she became my girl.
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