Starting at around age twelve I noticed I had a weird effect on girls but more so on women. If they touched my hands they'd act weird and sometimes just get quiet and stare at me. It was weird so I didn't tell my parents but by the time I was thirteen I wore gloves all the time. That way I could do all the normal things everyone else did like shake hands and stuff like that without causing a problem.
Yes, as it hard as it was to wear gloves all the time it was even harder not to wear them. You never know how much people touch each other with their hands until you can't do it. Try refusing to shake someone's hands sometime. You'll see.
Fortunately for me the hand thing had no effect on my mother or my sister. My cousins went numb like everyone else so I always wore gloves around them. Unless I wanted them to shut up, then it was kind of handy!
Granted, I took off the gloves like when I was out with my Boy Scout troop, playing sports at school, and other social activities where there were no women around.
Avoiding girls as a practice made a lot of people think I was gay so it was a relief when I got to college where being weird was much more acceptable.
But more to the point here is I wasn't gay. I really did want a girlfriend.
In my speech class I met a cute girl named Melody. She was perky, a little offbeat, average in size, and she wore her dark hair in very feminine pixie cut that showed off her sexy neck.
Taking a chance I started to date Melody and pretty quick was in the club that was allowed to call her 'Mel'. I discovered that I could kiss her and she was just fine with no odd side effects.
A month later we were in her off-campus apartment after class and Mel was looking at my gloved hands. I'd had to explain to her about the gloves and my hands but I think she thought the crazy story was just cover for some mental thing on my part.
"Dennis, do you think it would be okay for me to touch your hands without the gloves? Do you trust me?"
It had been seven years since the last time I'd touched a woman. Maybe it would be okay? Besides, I was longing to touch her and feel her skin.
"Alright, but don't say I didn't tell you what might happen." With that I removed my gloves.
"Your hands look so soft! I've never seen a guy with hands as soft as yours..." and that's where her sentence ended. Mel had her hand on mine and now she had that glazed-over look I remembered so well. As she sat there staring at me I took the chance to touch her face and then steal a caress of her gorgeous neck. That stirred her up a bit.
"Oh, my God...that's amazing!" she finally said.
"What's it like?" I asked her. Hate to admit but I was really curious about it.
"It's like riding a roller coaster and getting that feeling you get when it goes over a hill!" She squirmed in her seat. "Ohhhhh, that's doing things for me!"
She looked at me in wonder as the effect started to wear off. "Fuck, Dennis! You weren't lying, were you? Oh my God, that must have been a bitch to grow up with that. You poor thing."
Her hands went to mine again and she touched me before I had a chance to react. Her jaw went slack and she just seemed to melt into the couch. I let go of her hands and her recovery was a little faster this time. She was definitely feeling it pretty intensely and she was looking at me like she was starving and I was a hamburger.
(Yeah, I was stupid enough not to realize she was aroused.)
"Oh, my. I think we need to explore this a little more..." she said as she reached for me again. This time I pulled my hands back and put on my gloves.
"Mel, I think I'm gonna go and maybe let you get yourself together, okay?"
I stood up and left her on her couch. She looked a little confused so I closed the door on my way out to let her recover in private.
It wasn't even twenty minutes later when she texted me asking me to come back to her place. I sighed and texted back that I was on my way. I figured if she was okay enough to text me then she was okay, right? Naturally it was twenty minutes for me to walk back to her place.
When she opened the door for me I caught my breath. The object of my desire was standing before me in a long t-shirt. I immediately noticed her nipples and realized that the t-shirt was the only thing she was wearing. She still had that hungry look.
She managed to politely invite me in and had me sit on her couch.
"I think we need to talk." she said as she sat down next to me and let her soft boob press against my horny arm.
