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Do you know what it’s like to have something take over your whole life? To be so obsessed that every waking thought leads only in a single direction? I do. My preoccupation was the usual one for a sixteen year-old male – sex - but I was a particularly suitable case for treatment. What really gripped me was that I seemed to be the last of my entire class to have a proper girlfriend. To hear the others talk, you’d believe they spent every night in some incredible bonk-fest. Not me. I wasn’t getting any – had never got any! It wasn’t for want of trying. I’d come close on a couple of occasions, if you’ll forgive the pun. There was this one girl who was supposed to be really easy, mad for it. Naturally I was the one who bombed out. I got her to the bedroom and then received that “What kind of girl do you think I am?” line just as my hand was disappearing into her knickers. I didn’t answer that one; it must have been totally bloody obvious! Not even a moron in a hurry could have mistaken my intentions. Still, crashed and burned, again!

There I was, sixteen years old and pure as the driven snow. Everyone else had steady girlfriends and seemed to be at it like demented rabbits. Not me. All alone with a dog-eared Penthouse and a box of Kleenex as my only consolation. Something needed to be done! I mean, it wasn’t as if I was that bad looking. Some of my pals were total mobile zit-farms. OK, I’ll confess to the odd infrequent blemish – the kind that usually erupts on a Friday night and you make it worse by messing with it – but other than that I was mostly presentable. I had the regulation number of eyes, ears and teeth. I just didn’t have, couldn’t get, a girl. The problem was the usual prime cause of teen-age angst. The girls I fancied didn’t fancy me, and the ones who did, well, I didn’t want to know. No wonder Auden called it the ‘age of mirrors and muddle.’ Keep Reading »

It’s not that I am any prize myself. I realized that everyone put me into the nerd category without thinking about it too much, but I wanted to do something about it. I wanted to be a real person.
So, I asked Adrianne out to the Junior Prom. She was no prize either and jumped at the chance to go out on a real date with a living, breathing boy, just like the other girls. What a couple we would make! Both fifteen and never been kissed.

We both lived close enough to the school in our small town so that I walked to her house, met her parents, and walked with her to the prom. She looked good. Somehow the dress she had chosen made Adrianne appear less plump, even cute. I had already admitted that I did not know how to dance when I offered my shy invitation. When we arrived at the school, she led me by the hand to a side room and showed me how to do some basic steps. With the faint sound of music from the decorated gym in our ears, I took my first tentative steps and soon was passable enough to go into the gym.
Everything went well, and, whenever a new dance step was necessary, my girl and I retreated to the side room. In that private place I learned five dance steps that night, enough to make us appear like an ordinary high school couple. Keep Reading »

Jack has always been horny. The problem was that as a normal Teenager he thought of nothing but girls but like most boys he did not have the nerve to say much more than Hi to one. Most of the time he would pick out a girl, decide to approach her then chicken out. This would usually be followed by a quick jerk off in his room. At 17 he met a girl when she moved in next door. Sue was 18 and a good-looking girl for a Goth Chick. She was wearing loose black pants, A floppy black Rob Zombie t-shirt and black hiking boots. When he first noticed her while peering through the window of his room he found her strange. Her body was fine and he dreamed about it but that black theme of hers was something else. He did his usual, shot his load and went on about his business. As he headed downstairs he froze in his tracks. At the front door talking to his Mom were the Goth Chick and her Mother. His Mother said “Jack, This is Jan and her daughter Sue, Come down and meet them”. As Jack went down the stairs he noticed Sue’s Mother Jan. She appeared to be about his Mom’s age of 35 with Shoulder length Black Hair, Her large chest stuffed into a tank top, A red miniskirt and Black Knee High boots. “She looks like a hooker,” he thought to himself. Keep Reading »

I was in my last year at school and the rest of my life was stretching out before me, a featureless landscape and me without a map. The boarding school I attended was all boys so interaction with the opposite sex was restricted and girls remained a mystery to most of us. Not that this stopped us from endlessly discussing girls and their anatomy. Like most seventeen-year-old boys, my pals and I were obsessed with the subject.

My own experience was limited although, in my view at that time, glorious. A couple of weeks on student educational cruise had provided me with several opportunities for some serious groping and I had even scored once with a skinny blonde girl behind a lifeboat on a windless night off the coast of Turkey. This hadn’t been my first experience; that had been after a school drama production performed jointly with the local girl’s school the summer before. My introduction to sex hadn’t been entirely satisfactory as I had come within about thirty seconds and the female participant had been less than impressed - it was far from her first time! Keep Reading »

It was almost a cliche. Our eyes almost met across the crowded dance floor of the nightclub. But although I’d noticed her, and now couldn’t stop staring, the crowds hadn’t parted enough for her to see me yet…

I made my way onto the dance floor, slowly easing my way through the crowds of drunken revellers. Heading towards her. No idea what I’d do when I got there, but I knew that if I left at the end of the night without trying something, I’d never forgive myself.

I start dancing next to her. Trying not to stare. Well, not too much anyway. She’s wearing a short black skirt and a tiny blue halter-top that shows off a lot of her body. She looked good enough to eat, and I intended to do just that if I got the chance. Keep Reading »