I am innocent and new to all this, but I find it strangely exciting.
I was always taught to never touch myself, or to even think about my body.
I never had anyone I could talk to, about things, so I just had to accept what I was told.
I am not really so innocent, actually, I have been kissed, and at the prom, my date kept after me for hours, talking, kissing me, cuddling with me, he was so sweet, I actually let him 'feel me', just over my bra, but under my sweater, and he got me really excited, he put my hand on his penis, in his pants, and after a while, his pants got all wet, and he was talking about things like "Blue Balls", and that if he didn't get relief, he could die, and I guess I kinda believed him, because I massaged his penis until he squirted white stuff all over the dashboard & windshield, and then he kind of got angry, I never did find out what he was so angry about, he just wouldn't talk to me, and took me home.
He didn't even try to kiss me goodnight.
He said he would call me the next day, but he never did.
That was last year, I graduated, and got a job to help with my scholarship, just for extra things, like food & clothes.
I was lucky, I attended a University near home, so I can bus home every evening, after work.
I was only taking 4 classes, so I could work about 6hrs a day.
I work in an arts supply store, really kind of a warehouse/store, and I keep the books & inventory & stuff like that.
One day, Greg, one of our customers who owns his own supply store, was in my office trying to find out why we had charged him for some stuff he said he never got, and he kept coming around behind my desk and leaning on my chair, reading over my shoulder, and he didn't seem to interested in finding where the problem was, he kept touching my hair, and rubbing my back & shoulders.
He wanted to take me to dinner, or coffee, but I told him I don't date, I'm too busy with school & work.
I guess I'm kind of cute, golden brown hair, kinda curly, it's below my shoulders, but it keeps out of my way, I'm petite, well, slim anyway, I weigh about 110lbs, and am 5'7".
I also wear these large frame glasses, Greg says I'm "so cute" in them.
Anyway, he smelled nice, and we were looking out the window at the lake in the distance, he was behind me, still rubbing my arms, he said I smelled 'sexy', and I asked what kind of smell that was, and he said "Clean, like pure cold air in the winter", " or fresh mountain air, in the spring".
He was asking if I wore perfume, because he really liked the way I smell, he put his nose in my hair, and kept saying nice things, and his hands were on my sides, and my belly, and it felt soo good, I guess I leaned back against him, and he started running his hands over my breasts, down my sides, he would squeeze my butt, but he had to squeeze his hand between my butt & his body, to do it, and he would rub his body against my butt, and it really felt nice, and he would press on my pelvis, you know, my lower belly , and say things like "you have really nice strong muscles", and he wanted to paint me, but I told him I don't know anything about painting, I just keep track of things, like money, inventory, stuff like that.
Greg said he would teach me everything, he thought I could become a model, and people would want to paint me & watercolor & chalk me.
I never heard of being 'chalked', but if Greg said so, I believed him.
We closed the warehouse, and had a warm drink at the restaurant, but we didn't eat there, he just talked to me about modeling, and how I could earn lots of money doing it.
We went to his studio, which is in his apartment, really a warehouse he as converted into a studio, he has all kinds of paintings, several of women, & a bunch of them unfinished.
I asked why they were unfinished, he told me the models stopped modeling for him, he could not afford to pay them as much as they started earning, he was just an amateur, he didn't sell his paintings.