It was the morning of my eighteenth birthday and I woke up at the crack of dawn and just bounced out of bed. I was eighteen and I could now legally do a number of things that had always been verboten. I could drive, I could drink, I could even indulge my sexual appetites if I wanted to.
I'm just throwing that last one in there as one of the things that were now legal. I had no intention of rushing out looking for some guy to screw. Not so with the first two items. I had my driver's license test booked for that afternoon and we were having a small party at the local hotel where I'd be allowed to indulge in alcoholic beverages. (Under my parent's watchful eyes.)
We were low on milk I noticed as I scoffed my breakfast so, after I'd finished eating, I grabbed some money from mum and headed out the door, intending to run down to a nearby 7-11 for some more.
I came skipping out of our unit into the hallway just as Rob from the unit opposite us came out. He grinned as me and raised a hand in greeting.
"Hey, it's the birthday girl," he said. "Eighteen, I believe?"
I nodded happily and he continued.
"Then I really think I should be giving the birthday girl a kiss of congratulation on reaching her majority."
I only hesitated for a moment. Rob was a nice guy. He looked good and seemed quite fit and had never been the type to make passes or slobber over me. He was in his mid-twenties, so a bit old to be a potential boyfriend, but a kiss wouldn't hurt. Especially on my birthday.
I tilted my head back to let him kiss me and he did and I was horribly disappointed. All I got was a gentle peck on each cheek.
He still had his hands lightly resting on my shoulders and he was positively laughing at me.
"That," he informed me, "is the way I kiss a seventeen year old good-bye. Now I'll show you how I kiss an eighteen year old hullo."
Boy. What a difference. This time he kissed me as though he meant it. At first I was a little worried that someone would come past, but Rob just stepped back inside his unit, letting the door swing closed, so I didn't worry and just enjoyed the kiss. He was quite experienced at it, and I was learning some interesting things.
Of course, he was a man, and like all men his hands tendered to wander. I think they learn to grope girls in the cradle and just never stop. I, however, hadn't reached the age of eighteen without being kissed before and I knew how to gently turn aside roving hands.
I didn't mind too much when he ran a hand over the side of my breast as my boobs were basically crushed against his chest while he kissed me, and therefore reasonably protected. That might change after the kiss, but I was ready for that.
I didn't really object when his hand slipped up under my skirt and cupped my bottom, as long as that was all he did. However, when he slipped a finger under the edge of my panties and tugged at them, that was more than enough. He wasn't trying to actually touch me intimately, or pull them off, mind you. He was just tugging at the crotch, and I could feel the material rubbing against my pussy. A most unusual feeling.
Still, it wasn't to be permitted, and I reached down to push his hand away. He didn't try to stop me, thankfully, though his hand did return a few moments later to cup my bottom again. As he wasn't plucking at my panties I just let that go for the time being.