My Date with the Cute Pyjama Pants Wearing Girl.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Thanks again for your cool replies.

I walked into the school library this morning, she sat with her friends doing her history project. She was frowning into a book with her pencil in her mouth. When she saw me she gave me this sexy wink with her eye, fluttering her long eyelashes. The pencil was still between her lips and she raised it up to the tip of her nose as if to say "hi!” I lit up and grinned back (dork!). She giggled into her book and I blushed myself over to my friends table. They argued over something related to the project. I didn’t care.

Time passed and the leader of my group sent me over to the bookcases to find an encyclopaedia. As I was standing on my toes trying to reach this giant dusty tome on the highest shelf somebody jokingly tried to pull down my pants. I spun around thinking it was one of my friends, but there she stood laughing gently. She asked me if I needed any help, then she reached up and pulled out the rest of the book. Then she put her head down on my shoulder and whispered “I’ll see you tonight, ‘big boy’” into my ear. She graced by me, her hair brushing against my face. It tingled down below and I got goosebumps all over. Her scent remained for a second in the air.

We didn’t get a chance to talk anymore during the rest of the school day. Bummer.

I’ve been standing buck naked in front of the mirror for about an hour now. Flexing my muscles (hah!), making sexy poses and doing clumsy Kung fu moves. I don’t think it’s healthy but it’s fun. I’m meeting her in about an hour and I’m trying to muster up my courage.

I’ve had five dates with her, still I’m as nervous as ever. Believe me or not but my hands are actually shaking.

Thank you so much. I’m not a good writer though, I just write about what has happened.

Now I must iron my shirt with out burning it.

See you later.

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Screw that, man. If she hasn’t done anything by the time that dragon thingy happens, kiss her yerself.:slight_smile:

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Oh, man. Man.

Above comments notwithstanding, I’m having a great time with this thread. I remember the old one, and I just kept hoping that you’d come back and finish the story for us. Way to go!

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Skewbald, I think I was one of those who was encouraging you in the original thread. (If not, I meant to.) At any rate, I’m very happy for you, and the way things are going between you and her.

As Jonathan Chance said, “God, the only thing that could make me want to be young again is that glorious feeling that comes when you take the gamble and she likes you.” (Amen, brother.)

But there isn’t any gamble here; she’s done everything she can to let you know she has the hots for you, short of bopping you over the head with a club and dragging you back to her cave. All you have to do is keep thing moving, at a pace that’s comfortable for you.

As Giraffe said:

I want to second this very strongly. Drop it into the conversation, sometime when you’re alone together, that she’s the first girl you’ve ever kissed. Then, a few minutes later, kiss her. Chances are good that she’ll take your revelation as an invitation to take a bit more of the initiative in your kisses. :slight_smile:

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Tell her this.

Don’t tell her this.

:wink:

Dude, go for it.

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So can we get a rough count of the dopers living vicariously through this thread?

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Right here punha! I am so damn jealous I can’t stand it… and my teenage years are WAY behind me.

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Count me in!

The advantages of being a kid: Living through tingly new experiences like this. I love love, especially before people get all jaded and shit. :smiley:

The advantages of being a grown-up: Living vicariously through tingly new experiences like this. Well, that, and not having to wait until your parents are out of town to have sex…

P.S. Skewbald (or Skrewbald, whatever works) kicks ass! :smiley:

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Whoa! TMI, dude! :wink:
Ah, to be young. It doesn’t get better than this when you’re a teenager.

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My favorite part of this whole thing is that with this one single thread, Skewbald has instantly become the most beloved poster on the SDMB. Is there a single person who has read this thread and not loved this guy? (And if there is, have you no soul?)

Keep it up, Skewbald! The key word: bravery. Make yourself be brave. Just throw yourself off the edge of the cliff and let the wind take you where it will.

Metaphorically, that is.

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Count me as living through Skewbald. I posted to the original thread and when we got back here it was gone:mad: I was really hoping that Skew would up date us. Oh to be in my youth again. Savior this Skewbald. It doesn’t get any better. I’m jealous.

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My biggest fear right now is that Skewbald is in reality a 45 year old woman from Gary, Indiana, and she’s going to break all of our hearts one of these days by telling us this was all a massive hoax.

:frowning:

But seriously, dude, you’re giving me butterflies.

Holy Crikey! Why am I so excited about this? This is the hottest thing I’ve heard since, uh…well, since she told you to squeeze her ass a few posts ago.

What? What’s that?

Yeah, I really do need to spice up my own love life, thanks for noticing.:wink:

stv

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Add me in. Nice guys do win. Keep on writing Skewbald

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I am sure all our female or male-dopers-who-like males are all tingly, too.

This does bring back memories of my misspent youth.
sigh

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Count me in with the bitter cynics that are wishing they were Skewbald.

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Update, we want an up-date…

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Here’s another one. It’s been too many years since I got all googly over a girl like that. Way to go, Skew.

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Ferreal. This is better than reality TV.

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Truer words have never been spoken.

So, what happens next???

Hell, I’m still a teenager and I’m living vicariously through this…

Tell us, man!

(Oh, and being a somewhat flirty teenage girl IRL…I just have to say…Kiss her! Really!)

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Hi!

All your sweet replies make me blush. Thank you so much!

Here’s how it went in case you were wondering.

Well we didn’t see Lord of the Rings, we decided to just hang out at her room again. Fine by me. I wanted to get my question off my chest so I could breathe properly for the rest of the day. So on the car ride over I asked her if she would come with me to the dance. She said yes! “Oh my God your hands are shaking. Are you that afraid of me?” I nodded. Then she told me about this dress she has and that she’s dying to finally use it. I can’t wait to see her in it. As we were driving up her driveway I felt like the luckiest boy on earth.

She went in to the bathroom to change. I waited outside, I could hear her father talking on the phone in another room. I have never met him. She came out wearing a small top and pair of extremely tight and flimsy black nylon pants. She is drop dead super gorgeous. It looked like she had stripped down and just applied a brush and some black paint. Skinny white thong strings were showing. I stubbed my big toe in the stairs oogling at her shapely butt.

Suits me right.

We went up to her room in the attic. She had accidentally left her window open so it was freezing. We sat on the couch and watched TV and goofed off. Hours passed. There was this bad horror movie showing and we got really into it. During on suspenseful scene she grabbed my leg and I jumped. She laughed until she lost her breath. As the movie went forward she snuggled herself up against me. We started whispering instead of talking. The hair on my neck stood up.

The movie ended.

“Can I sit on your lap?” she suddenly asked. My stomach made a back flip and I just nodded. She slapped herself down hard and grinded herself into a deep comfy position. I had major movements down below. It eventually slipped and brushed gently alongside her butt, before being squished between her hard buttock and my thigh. I wanted to slither away in shame, I was so humiliated. And yes she noticed, she stopped in mid sentence and gave me a puzzled look. I was expecting a cool slap in the face.

Her: Are you okay?
Me:…yes.
Her: Are you sure?
Me: Yes!
Her: I’m not mad at you.
Me: I really didn’t mean…
Her: Hush.

She gave me a gentle smile and brushed my hair out of my eyes. I took it as an invitation and kissed her right on the mouth. Her lipstick tasted like peaches. It was a real quickie though. I retracted but we were still connected by a long string of salvia. It snapped and I had spit running down my face. Real smooth. She giggled, moved forward and started kissing me much better.

I moved deeper and deeper into the couch until there was no escape from her breasts. She squished them flat into my chest. Then she lifted her butt from my crotch, and stood up with her knees planted besides me on both sides. My little friend was free again, a small tent was rising in plain view. I was horrified. She looked down on me unaware, her hands on my shoulders. Words I can’t remember came out of her mouth. She smelled my hair and started lowering herself down. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, it’s so embarressing. On the way down she got um… poked.

Her: Oh my God!
Me: Sorry!

She rolled off me. Her black locks were a mess and her lipstick was smeared. Her lips looked two times bigger.

Her: No, no it’s okay. Aw… look it’s too cute I just want to reach out and play with it.
Me: Okay.

She shook her head and giggled softly.

Her: I think we should call it quits for tonight big guy.
Me: Okay.
Her: Could you adjust it please? You can’t walk around like that, my father is home.

I did. She squealed in delight with girl laughter and buried her head in her hands. I avoided her eyes in shame. She leaned over with laughter tears in her face and gave me a long warm hug.

She walked me to the bus stop. It was freezing. We kissed again before I went into the brightly lit night bus. On my way home I nearly started to cry. I don’t know why, I was definitely not sad. Yesterday was the best day in my life. I can’t wait to meet her tomorrow at school. Stupid 1st of May holiday!

This sure is one long post, I guess I’m just obsessed with details. I really want to reply to so many of your posts but I’m so tired right now. I’ll do it tomorrow after school.