After Kevin had me convinced all guys are jerks I was determined to never date another one. That lasted about two weeks. I was angry but still wanted someone to love me. Well that left me one choice; I had to get myself a new boyfriend. Since my reputation was well established I figured it would not be a problem. Boy was I wrong!
That reputation certainly made me popular. Unfortunately I would only get a few dates. Let me give you an example.
I went looking for a boyfriend and knew, once you date one person everyone else wants to date you. I flirted with a jock, knowing he would ask me out to get a blowjob. Carl was a football player, not the quarterback, I did NOT want to go toe to toe with the cheerleading squad. But Carl had a good reputation so I knew he would be the best way to finding a boyfriend. After a couple of weeks he did ask me out. Dinner and miniature golf. Let me tell you guys, any girl who goes miniature golfing really, really likes you!
We had a good time and since I wanted more then a first date I kept my natural urges to grab his cock and start sucking in check. I mean we did kiss and he certainly made contact with my all natural (and now growing) areas. Carl was good, not just rubbing and tweaking my nipples, he actually caressed me. For the first time I was aching to have my nipples pulled. After a few minutes of torment I got what I wanted and Carl placed his thumb and finger over my right nipple and squeezed, just right. I swear I had a little orgasm right then.
We continued making out and about the time I felt like pulling down his zipper and getting a mouthful of cum I stopped.
"Carl, we have to stop. I can't keep going right now."
He was such a sweetie. With a smile he said, "OK, maybe next time?"
How right he was.
That weekend we planned to go out to, you guessed it, A MOVIE! With all the things available, guys always fall back to a movie. It was some car chase, explosion filled epic. Not that I remember anything about it. Carl picked me up at home and actually brought flowers. My dad, not drunk yet, just grunted a greeting. Mom was thrilled, a guy coming to the house with flowers and willing to come inside to meet the parents, fantastic. As far as she was concerned, he was a keeper.
He escorted me to his car, a Taurus, but it was his, not his parents. Then, for the first time since I was child, he opened the door for me. Maybe my outfit had something to do with that.
I was wearing the shortest skirt my dad would let me. No hose (my legs had a healthy tan), and a halter top with a short jacket. He liked it but did not know (then) I went sans underwear. I felt the cool air as it teased my pussy. It was going to be a good night. I knew because I had already decided that fact.
The movie came and went and Carl asked if I was ready to go home yet. My nipples were hard and I had not yet even been kissed yet so, no way! I suggested we go to "the river". It was a local make out spot. Only about fifteen minutes away I teased him the entire way. I kept looking at him. Touching his arm (so muscular). After about ten minutes I took it up a notch and leaned over to kiss his ear. The car went off the road. I let a small squeak escape and smiled.
