OK, truth be told, some of this story is based on reality. There isn't even an attempt to hide the characters. After all, it has been a while and a lot of water has gone under the bridge.
One other warning, this is not a quick "tell all" story that leads to sex. If that is what you are after, this is likely to be a rather disappointing story.
You probably should read part I first, without it, you are likely not going to connect like you might otherwise.
It was Friday. Normally a day I would look forward to since it was the beginning of the weekend and I would meet up with my friends.
Today was different. Even though it was still the beginning of the weekend, and I would be meeting up with my friends later, I was thinking of last Wednesday, of my visit to Ann.
My mind had revisited the events a thousand times, and reverie had taken over from there... Oh, I used up plenty of tissues in the process, but that just might be TMI.
I was looking forward to next Wednesday and was hoping she would be attending class again. I was wondering how she would be, what her attitude towards me might be like, what might happen...
OK, I am kind of a serious fella, and while I like surprises, I also like to be prepared. So, just in case my cards fell just right, I wanted to be prepared and be able to go with the flow.
Granted, dreams are just that, but they are a good thing and I decided I better be prepared and buy some condoms.
It was Saturday, and crap there were a ton of people in the pharmacy. Luckily, I didn't know any of them there. I read package after package, and even only in my hand, they were red hot. A package of three? No, that would look like I was way new at this. None of their business if that was true or not. A package of 48? Oh, now I would look like some kind of sex-god. I decided on a package of 12. Sort of in between.
That night, in the privacy of my room, I re-read the instructions, twice - at least. I didn't need any real stimulation, I was way excited to try one on. Frankly, it wasn't as easy as the instructions made it seem. The first one, I put on backwards, making my ooze show on the wrong side... Not to be wasteful, I tried it on the right way but in my mind I chalked that one up as a waste. I got it unrolled, but trapped a big bubble of air at the tip, just what the instructions warned against.
Next one, carefully figured out which way was in and unrolled it. No air at the tip, nice and snug at the tip, but somehow unrolled faster than rolling onto myself, which resulted in big crinkles halfway up the shaft.
OK, third one down. I better remember to take care of all this trash before my mother would find out.
Third one went on smooth. Snug, but smooth. Me, rock hard inside of it, it didn't take much to see exactly how "waterproof" the thing was. I barely managed to slip it off before sliding in a very restful sleep.
Sunday, I rearranged the storage of the package. What if my brothers happened to stumble across them? No way.
Monday, I test fitted one in my wallet. It fit neatly next to my allowance. But, to make sure I wasn't testing fate, I stored the one with the other ones behind some books on my bookshelf.
Tuesday, oh, how slow can a calendar go? The day was full of delays, and I bet the clock even went backwards when I wasn't looking. I wanted it to be Wednesday already. I was ssoooo looking forward to judo practice, or better yet, to hopefully see Ann again.
Wednesday. Finally. School was slow, maybe even slower than it was the day before. But, I was walking around on adrenaline. Nothing could touch me. I even did well on a test that I really didn't focus on preparing. After all, I had other things on my mind.
After school, I put one condom in my wallet, next to the carefully folded bills. In my pocket, it felt like I put a lit piece of charcoal in my pants. Oh, I can't even begin to describe just how hot I was, and how it must have been super obvious to anyone that would even pay any attention. My jeans just seemed way small today.
Finally, finally it was time for judo. I was early. The rest of the class trickled in. Ann was nowhere to be seen. As the Sensei started the class, my mood sank. Maybe I really scared her away? Maybe she decided that she didn't want to deal with this crap anymore? What?
There she was, rushed in just a touch late and joined the group. She looked good, with a fresh blush on her cheeks. She must have been rushing and is already hot from biking fast, I told myself.
The first practice I ended up with this loser kid that always seemed to talk too much. Luckily the opportunity to switch partners presented itself, and somehow, yeah really, somehow, I ended up with Ann.
"Glad to see you," I said.
"Oh, really?" she replied, laughingly.
The Sensei gave the start sign. We grabbed each others' coats and pulled and wrestled like it was a sport. Well, it was, but that was not what was on my mind. I pulled her close and was glad to catch just a whiff of the scent of her shampoo.
"You were almost late, I was afraid you wouldn't show today," I said between moves.
"Oh, and you would have been soooo sad," she teased. "I am sure that you weren't looking forward to see me again, after I squeezed you like that!"
"I thought of you every day," I said as I pulled a move on her where she tumbled over and around me. It was a risky move with an experienced partner, but with her, I felt I could pull it off. She landed exactly like the textbook would have shown it.
However, what I did not foresee was that she wasn't exactly born yesterday, and in the heat of the moment, she reached under all the clothing and quick like lightning gave me a firm squeeze before letting go...
"Crap!" It sounded louder than I would have liked.
"Sshhh," she hushed. She grinned from ear to ear. "Seems like I surprised the expert," as her blush came back to her cheeks.
"And here I was trying to be all inconspicuous and politically correct and shit!" I heatedly whispered in her ear while trying another rolling move on her.
The Sensei stopped the practice round, which really helped mask my failed move.
Ann was all smiles as we lined back up and with other partners started the training of new techniques.
After the training, it was me who was waiting in the half dark. Oh, I was so hoping that her friend had decided to go visit her boyfriend or wherever else she could possibly go.
She seemed to take her sweet time. Most of the crowd had already left by the time Ann walked out. Her friend was with her and they were talking, giggling as girls often seem to do.
"See ya!" Ann waved at her friend as she pulled her bike from the rack.
"Oh, you were kinda sure I would be waiting for you!" I said with a giggle.
"I sort of had a feeling you might, and my friend really didn't feel like biking my way," she replied with a big smile.
We got on our way, slowly pedaling down the road.
We were quiet. I was thinking of her quick grab in class. Oh, and I wanted to know what she was thinking of, badly.
"You are quiet," I said.
She smiled broadly. "You too! Lots of thoughts on your mind?"
WTF. This chick is supposed to be the timid one, and here she is calling me out? "Yeah, I am way surprised, you grabbed me like that, during class!"
"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you didn't forget," she giggled nervously.
By now, that condom in my wallet seriously had caught on fire. It was burning in my pocket. I considered mentioning it, but thought better of it.
"Forget!" I almost yelled out and continued softly: "Forget, as if I would have been able to think of anything else!" And with a big grin, "Oh, I did think of a thing or TWO else..."
Now it was her turn to shift on her bicycle. I couldn't tell in the dim light of the moon and the passing street lights, but I would have sworn she was blushing now.
As we approached her apartment, she hopped off her bike and questioningly said: "Soda?"
Oh, how one simple word could sound like music. Some people would never understand.
I rushed after her and quietly closed the door behind me. No need to alert the nosey neighbor upstairs I thought to myself.
Ann was already hurrying to get two glasses and pour a soda. As she walked towards me, I took in every bounce of her shirt.
Was she doing that on purpose? I bet she was trying to make her boobs dance with every step. My mind was too full of thoughts before, but now I noticed she was wearing the lightest touch of makeup.
"We are not doing any self defense practice, just letting you know," I said semi laughingly. "You just might get too good at it!"
"You scaredy pants!" as she hit me flirtatiously with a punch on the shoulder.
"You can't handle it if I would win!" she continued, "You are afraid of losing to a girl!"
I tried to be serious, and tried to make a counter argument, I really did. But as soon as she took off her shirt, I am sure whatever I said was just noise, at best.
And here I was thinking this chick was timid. Oh, I know she is timid, way timid in front of everyone, in normal circumstances. But now, she just whipped off her shirt, and with both her hands on her back, let me say, she looked really good.
"Hggghh" that is probably all the sound I made, when she lowered her arms and it was obvious that she had loosened her bra clasp. Her big boobs relaxed forward and in her next move, the bra flew on the couch beside her, leaving her boobs hopping right in front of me.
"Still too shy to practice?" she whispered as she tipped her head forward from under the edge of her perm.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I wanted to get my hands on this chick whatever way I could get away with and here I was acting like some kind of stone?
With a wild move, I took of my T-shirt and while winging it over the couch shoved the coffee table aside. In almost a fluid move - I really thought it was - I reachingly stretched out on the carpet.
The answer was perfect. She didn't say a thing. But her smile, that said it all.
She crawled closer and grabbed a wrist, pulled it out and used her body weight to wrestle me.
"You are a quick learner!" I giggled and with great effort wrestled out from the beginning of her hold on me.
Out of no-where, a loud knock on the door stopped my happy thoughts.
"Crap!" Ann said, "Who in the hell could that be?"
