Two virgins/Teenage kicks
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 2:31 am
Story so far....Tommy is in the throes of divorce. Fourteen years married. Saturday night a female friend says come on out to a party, I have someone you should meet, she would be perfect for you........
Well, of course I was curious. When a third party tells you that they have your fuck bunny/soul mate all figured out, it can tell you a lot about yourself or what your friends think of you. I was dying to go, not because I thought I would "get some" but because I had a picture of this woman in my mind. She was described to me as someone who was a writer and a belly dancer. Sure, I was curious from the waist down but not as much as from the waist up.
Anyway, I couldn't get a babysitter and was feeling sorry for myself up until 8pm when a good friend called and said she would take the kids for the night. I called my matchmaker friend and she said it was cool to crash on her couch (the party was in Covington, Kentucky about 20 minutes by car) and I set off. I've known this woman for about two years and we get on great. She was nanny to two kids who were close to my own. We used to hang out every day. I got to her house about 9:30 and we got to the party about 10.
Almost immediately upon entering I met my "target," something in me deflated. She was attractive, but in the wrong way. Lots of make up and too fussy. I wasn't crushed. There was tons of booze and the rest of the party was 70% gay guys, so I knew there would be loads of fun,drunk conversation. One of the rules of the party was that you had to wear a nametag and it had to have your hometown written on it too. I can't tell you what a fucking boon this is to a Liverpudlian in Kentucky, it must have saved me half an hour of answering the same question again and again. (as an aside if ever you are feeling down, hang out with gay guys from another country - I had an incident where I was asked to repeat my drink order, "rum and coca-cola" three times, while one guy was saying, "that's so hot." And another kept putting his arm around me. It's good for the self esteem - even if it's of no practical use.)
About ten minutes in, it becomes obvious that there are approximately four unattached women and one unattached straight man at this party. Not that I'm looking hard. I get talking to this nice lady who has a ring on her third finger. Her tag says she grew up in Detroit and we keep chatting. I lived there for two years and we laugh about stuff. I don't get hot and heavy because of the ring, but we keep on drinking and start to have more and more of a laugh. In what seems to be ten minutes and ten drinks, the party starts to thin out. It's 1am. I'm tired of standing. Lets go sit down is our agreement. Everyone else is outside. In a room with ten seats,we sit touching thighs, crushed into one end of a sofa. It is hard to describe the feeling of this moment without resorting to cliche. Yet here I was, aged 42 giggling and tipsy and grinning at a 45 year old school girl. She said that she would pop out and get us some more drinks. To get up off the couch she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh for leverage. When you have known someone for this amount of time only, touch is an electric currency. Even now I can close my eyes and feel the handprint. She came back and made a point of squeezing back into the same spot. I was beside myself with excitement. Shortly thereafter she kissed me. I know that others on here are shagging non-stop, but believe me when I say that was my most exciting kiss in ten years. I didn't want to open my eyes and I didn't want it to stop.
I won't bore you with details but we were sat in the room with the laptop was that was playing the music, so some guy did a polite coughing routine before he entered the room while a sniggering pile of humanity, collectively aged about 87 wiped lipstick of it's face and said, "come in and don't mind us."
About five minutes after that, another guy came in and told me that the friend who had brought me to the party was leaving. Obviously, I now had no reason to stay at her place anymore, so I popped out to say goodnight and wasn't this the best party in the last hundred years etc. I asked her if she was OK and if she had had a good time. Apparently this was the wrong thing to ask, 'cos she was fuming mad that I had hooked up. Seems like she had decided that she was my date without informing me. Oh well. I'd been back on the dating scene for approximately half an hour and had already pissed someone off. I went back into my squeeze and snuggled up and then a woman came in and said "Hey sis, can I have my ring back?" My girl then slides her ring off and gives it back to her. Fucking beautiful.
I went back to her sisters place and crashed on a couch. There's no dirty tale to tell. I will say that I ran my hand over her summerdress and the way that the fabric moved differently when it was touching her skin and then her underwear is burned in my memory. We exchanged phone numbers. She comes into town about once a month. I have commitments. I don't care her if I see her again. You can only have your first time after a long time once.
Her name was Debbie.
Debbie. Debbie. Debbie.
Marky, she was a gemini.
Well, of course I was curious. When a third party tells you that they have your fuck bunny/soul mate all figured out, it can tell you a lot about yourself or what your friends think of you. I was dying to go, not because I thought I would "get some" but because I had a picture of this woman in my mind. She was described to me as someone who was a writer and a belly dancer. Sure, I was curious from the waist down but not as much as from the waist up.
Anyway, I couldn't get a babysitter and was feeling sorry for myself up until 8pm when a good friend called and said she would take the kids for the night. I called my matchmaker friend and she said it was cool to crash on her couch (the party was in Covington, Kentucky about 20 minutes by car) and I set off. I've known this woman for about two years and we get on great. She was nanny to two kids who were close to my own. We used to hang out every day. I got to her house about 9:30 and we got to the party about 10.
Almost immediately upon entering I met my "target," something in me deflated. She was attractive, but in the wrong way. Lots of make up and too fussy. I wasn't crushed. There was tons of booze and the rest of the party was 70% gay guys, so I knew there would be loads of fun,drunk conversation. One of the rules of the party was that you had to wear a nametag and it had to have your hometown written on it too. I can't tell you what a fucking boon this is to a Liverpudlian in Kentucky, it must have saved me half an hour of answering the same question again and again. (as an aside if ever you are feeling down, hang out with gay guys from another country - I had an incident where I was asked to repeat my drink order, "rum and coca-cola" three times, while one guy was saying, "that's so hot." And another kept putting his arm around me. It's good for the self esteem - even if it's of no practical use.)
About ten minutes in, it becomes obvious that there are approximately four unattached women and one unattached straight man at this party. Not that I'm looking hard. I get talking to this nice lady who has a ring on her third finger. Her tag says she grew up in Detroit and we keep chatting. I lived there for two years and we laugh about stuff. I don't get hot and heavy because of the ring, but we keep on drinking and start to have more and more of a laugh. In what seems to be ten minutes and ten drinks, the party starts to thin out. It's 1am. I'm tired of standing. Lets go sit down is our agreement. Everyone else is outside. In a room with ten seats,we sit touching thighs, crushed into one end of a sofa. It is hard to describe the feeling of this moment without resorting to cliche. Yet here I was, aged 42 giggling and tipsy and grinning at a 45 year old school girl. She said that she would pop out and get us some more drinks. To get up off the couch she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh for leverage. When you have known someone for this amount of time only, touch is an electric currency. Even now I can close my eyes and feel the handprint. She came back and made a point of squeezing back into the same spot. I was beside myself with excitement. Shortly thereafter she kissed me. I know that others on here are shagging non-stop, but believe me when I say that was my most exciting kiss in ten years. I didn't want to open my eyes and I didn't want it to stop.
I won't bore you with details but we were sat in the room with the laptop was that was playing the music, so some guy did a polite coughing routine before he entered the room while a sniggering pile of humanity, collectively aged about 87 wiped lipstick of it's face and said, "come in and don't mind us."
About five minutes after that, another guy came in and told me that the friend who had brought me to the party was leaving. Obviously, I now had no reason to stay at her place anymore, so I popped out to say goodnight and wasn't this the best party in the last hundred years etc. I asked her if she was OK and if she had had a good time. Apparently this was the wrong thing to ask, 'cos she was fuming mad that I had hooked up. Seems like she had decided that she was my date without informing me. Oh well. I'd been back on the dating scene for approximately half an hour and had already pissed someone off. I went back into my squeeze and snuggled up and then a woman came in and said "Hey sis, can I have my ring back?" My girl then slides her ring off and gives it back to her. Fucking beautiful.
I went back to her sisters place and crashed on a couch. There's no dirty tale to tell. I will say that I ran my hand over her summerdress and the way that the fabric moved differently when it was touching her skin and then her underwear is burned in my memory. We exchanged phone numbers. She comes into town about once a month. I have commitments. I don't care her if I see her again. You can only have your first time after a long time once.
Her name was Debbie.
Debbie. Debbie. Debbie.
Marky, she was a gemini.
