Oh no, what if… he doesn’t come baaaaaaack?
tapping foot
Well…you know how kids are. They’re probably still standing on the front porch kissing night-night and wishing someone would stop tapping their foot.
[sub]Ok, I stopped![/sub]
And btw, Skewbald, your “little” secret is safe with us in this thread. You have my word. 
checks watch, heads back upstairs, muttering something about how kids never keep track of time…
DON’T say that!
Skewball will come back. He will come back. If I keep thinking positive warm fuzzy thoughts he WILL come back.
(God, I have no life.)
“Young lovers waltzing on the town square 'till dawn
'Round, 'round the courthouse with no chaperone
It’s a turn for a heartbeat, it’s a turn for a sigh
It’s a turn for the lovers that can’t say goodbye”
“Young Lover’s Waltz”, by Robert Earl Keane
Give ‘em time! I have faith that Skewbald will provide a complete report, as soon as they’re through dancin’.
I thought maybe a new voice would make Skewbald come back. I hope it will…
I just discovered this thread, and I’m entranced.
So, hey, Skewbald, how’d the dance go? 
Don’t rush him guys…maybe they’re together.
Right this very second.
Ooooh…exciting! Come back, Skewbald!!!
I’m sorry if I’ve kept you waiting. I just logged onto the SDMB for the first time in a couple of days and man this thread has a lot of views. I actually didn’t notice it properly before now. I didn’t mean to be a tease, honest. I type really slow too, so this took me over two hours to write down.
Anyway this is how my big day went…
My mom had ironed my suit and placed it on a hanger in the bathroom before she went early to work. She had also written a good luck note and left it on my plate in the kitchen. I awoke when I heard her rustling with the house key. I jumped up and knocked on the window just in time to wave goodbye to her. I slipped into a pair of briefs, danced around a bit and turned on the TV. The clock wasn’t even nine yet. I was supposed to be at her house at three. I had plenty of time to wait.
I had plenty of time to worry.
I whish I could look back at those past hours and tell you that I sat down and meditated or read a good book. This was not the case. I never knew I was neurotic until girls entered my life, especially this girl. I watched boring Saturday morning TV and went through every possible worst-case scenario that could happen.
Then I went through all the small rituals I must go through before going on a date with her. I’m becoming more and more superstitious. My small rituals had worked so far. Before I leave the house I always need to hear the song ‘Believe in something’ by ‘Youth Brigade’. I don’t know why, it’s just my positive good luck song. Download the song if you like, it works for me. Afterwards I went down to the flower shop and got the bouquet I ordered. I told the flower lady it was for a special girl, she promised to fix me up with something good. They looked nice.
I took the bus to her place, wearing my suit and a silly grin. These two girls, perhaps a year or two older than me, both smiled at each other when I walked by them to my seat. I must have looked pretty goofy with my flowers and new suit. I got of the bus and it was raining, just a light spring drizzle. For some reason I like rain, guess I’m odd that way. I walked up to her house and pressed the doorbell. It seemed to echo inside her house.
I waited…
She opened the door wearing shorts, Billabong t-shirt and a complicated pinkish towel turban wrapped around her head. “Hi, I saw you coming from the bathroom, don’t worry your not early.” I had the flowers behind my back, like in the movies. I told her that she looked beautiful. Now I don’t know anything about etiquette, but isn’t it rude to compliment a lady before she’s ready? I didn’t think before I spoke, whatever, she looked absolutely gorgeous. She walked bare-feet out on the wet porch and hugged me. Her smooth neck was still slick with beads of cool water. She kissed me lightly on the mouth, sucking my lower lip before it slipped. My lips were trembling when I kissed her back. I blushed and gave her the flowers real fast like a complete dork. My brain was knocked out of orbit and I forgot all the good lines I had rehearsed. As usual with me nothing happens as planned. She thanked me and invited me inside. Then she said that she wanted me over so early so that we could just hang out for a bit before the dance. That was so awesome of her. Then she told me that she wanted me to meet her dad for the first time, when he got back from work around six. Not so awesome. I’ve talked to him on the phone once when I called her up and I’ve heard him shuffle about downstairs. I had never met him. To me he was just this ominous presence lurking in the back of my head.
I was told to go and wait up in her room in the attic. She went into the bathroom again. Her small wet footprints leading from the porch were quickly vaporizing on the floor tiles. After about half an hour or so she finally came upstairs holding a tray in her hands. She commanded me to stand up so she could check me out, she said I looked adorable in my little suit. We ate the pizza she had made and drank coke with ice cubes. She hung my jacket up with a hanger and then she gently placed a towel in my lap so that I wouldn’t get messy. Then we watched some lame sitcoms on TV and made fun of them. For some reason we started playing chess afterwards, this might sound like a very dull thing to do. It wasn’t, trust me. It was actually really fun. We sat next to each other and played on this mini travel chessboard, you know the kind were the pieces are magnetic. She won the game in under twenty minutes. It was really hard to concentrate when she had her hand on my thigh for most of the game, that’s no excuse though. She’s a really good player. I on the other hand didn’t even know how the little horses were supposed to move.
After she finished gloating something came over me. I placed my hand on her bare smooth thigh, stroking it gently up to the edge of her shorts. Her winning smile faded from her face, she looked serious. I quickly retracted my hand. Her smile reappeared again but it looked different this time, more subtle. She brushed a lock of hair away from her face and then she leaned over and kissed me. The fresh pizza breath didn’t bother us. We started making out and it got pretty intense. We had our arms around each other and we leaned back into the deep couch. The longer we kissed the more confident I felt and I think I started to get the hang of it. She suddenly started making these cute low whimpering moans and it felt like they were echoing into me. I don’t know how long our make out session lasted, but we eventually stopped. We needed air so we cuddled up next to each other and just talked together in low voices. Time passed all too quickly and it was time for her to get ready, so she went downstairs. I sat alone with wrinkled pants and messy hair.
I watched TV and played with her fat cat.
When she finally came up I felt inferior and damned lucky. She looked so beautiful in her dark blue strapless dress, her muscular tanned shoulders was exposed. A thin silver necklace was hanging around her long slim neck. Her black hair was down, just the way I said I liked it best. Sometimes it looks like her eyes are pale blue, sometimes almost grey. Today they were deep and blue surrounded by dark and dangerous eyelashes. I almost wrote that her eyes looked azure, but I don’t know how azure looks. I can’t remember what I said to her when she asked for my opinion, I’m sure it wasn’t all that intelligent. She helped me put my jacket on, then we hugged tightly and she told me she really looked forward to the dance. I had her soft hair in my face. A while later we could hear the familiar crunch of a car driving up the gravel driveway.
Her father had arrived.
She took my hand and led me downstairs. He came inside and they hugged, I tried to give him a subtle nod but he didn’t see it. This was awkward. Then he saw me, he smiled, came over and shook my hand. Imagine a nice version of JR Ewing with glasses. He was really short we were both taller than him. He was really cool, not scary at all. She went into the bathroom again and we talked, he knew more about me than I do. He didn’t shake his fist at me or came with threats or anything, he wished me good luck and slapped me on the shoulder. Then he took several pictures of us. I discreetly made the metal sign on the second to last picture, that’s going to come back and haunt me for sure. I boldly asked him if I could have some of those, so I could give them to my mom. He said off course. Then we said goodbye and ran through the rain into her car.
I think it’s almost every guys dream to show up at a dance with one of the hottest girls in school. I didn’t feel like that at all at that point, I only wanted it to be her and me. I can’t dance either. The school gym was packed with people. I must admit that I felt kind of good when my friends saw whom I showed up with. I doubt anyone in our class knew that we were dating. But still I didn’t like people knowing about us. We stepped onto the dance floor. I was so glad she didn’t wear high heels because she’s already two inches taller than me. She had her hands on my shoulders and I had mine on the small feminine curve in her back just above her butt. Our bodies were pressed together and we just swayed around and around in the darkness with the other horny zombies. I don’t know if I’m overly sensitive or not, but I got seriously aroused in a matter of seconds. Is this normal? I had predicted this and I wore tight underwear and my thingy was placed in an upright position. I have my moments. It just stood straight up in a ninety-degree angle. It was dark so nobody noticed it except her, and boy did she have fun on my behalf. She pressed herself against me even harder and started teasing me through soft whispers in my ear. Everything from “what’s that?” to “oh my God it’s humongous… not”, and “uh oh… rouge boner on the loose,” and so on. That last excerpt sounds even lamer in our own language. The teasing was quite fun actually, I’m not that neurotic about it any longer.
We danced for a long time, the music sucked but the company was good. Afterwards we sat at a table and snuggled in each other’s arms and whispered to each other. I didn’t talk too much with my friends, I regret giving them the cold shoulder for the night. They understood though. Hand in hand we walked outside, past the people who were smoking and found a secluded fire escape stairway. We sat down, got wet and started making out. As we were winding down she started sucking on my ear lobe and Adams apple. I played with her hair, curling it in between my fingers. Afterwards I held her in my arms, I kissed her bare shoulders, she shivered, it was really cold and she was only wearing a thin dress. The music was throbbing from inside the school gym. I kissed her hand gently and led her inside to the noise again. After the dance we went to this small party. She didn’t drink since she was driving so I stayed sober too. We hijacked a whole couch for ourselves and started making out again, nothing serious just light kissing. When the third or fourth drunk person bumped into us she asked me if I wanted to come over to her place before she drove me home. Her father was having an all nighter with his girlfriend so it was okay. I said yes.
Sure enough her house was empty, she turned on the lights in the kitchen. The clock on the stove said 1.39. I remember it clearly. Her cat was on the table, when she petted it she found a huge tick on its neck. I helped her pin it down while she removed it with a pair of tweezers. The cat was purring during the whole nasty ordeal. I goofed around with the cat while she made lemon tea. Then we went up to her room…
…and no nothing serious happened. Yes I’m still a little virgin and it doesn’t bother me one bit. She promised me that we were on schedule. I don’t know what that means, yet it was strangely comforting. There’s no no hurry. Well some things did happen, we made out and like never before. It was crazy. I nearly choked when I swallowed a long hair strand, and my lips cracked and started bleeding. She kept making her quiet intimate moans. Best time of my life. Before she drove me home around four she gave me the white lace panties she had worn during the day. I have it clamped into my locked diary at this very moment. I’m a bit intimidated by that tiny piece of flimsy cloth. I don’t know what to do with it. Still it feels nice just having something like that, it was a good present.
We kissed goodnight in front of my door, then she drove off, modern gender roles in effect. I regret not telling her before she left that I love her. I do.
As I snuck back in my mom mumbled: “Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes”, I replied.
Again I’m sorry for my long ramblings. It was actually a lot longer but I edited it down before submitting it, to save your eyes from bleeding. Please ignore all my comma mistakes. If you are curious about how things are going someday, just bump this thread and I’ll see it. I drop by SDMB almost everyday.
I feel like checking out and posting in some other threads today too.
Wow! I need a cold shower after that one.
Damn…you write awesome stuff, Skewbald. You should write books…the descriptions of everything are incredible! I feel like I’m watching a movie of you two. Hehe.
I’m so glad you had a wonderful time. She sounds like an awesome girl. She’s fun, playful, and gorgeous…making me kind of jealous (although, I’m currently in the very beginning of a thing with someone new myself…so I can relate). Sounds like you’re doing well!
Jman
God damn, dude! I swear you get more bad ass every friggin’ time you post to this thread.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: you rock, Skewbald. Please keep posting – this thread is an inspiration to every guy who was too intimidated by a beautiful woman to risk making a move.
My god, that’s so beautiful…
I’m still a teenager and I’m sitting here wishing I was a teenager again … go figure.
Best of luck man, although it sounds like things are already going your way. I’m so jealous.
As beautiful as the story is, your ability to tell it, your writing style, is amazing. The way you pick up the small details, and deliver them perfectly has me awestruck.
I forsee the two of you settling down together someday in a small house, her behind you, rubbing your shoulders as you pound away at your fourth successful novel.
Keep it up!!!
And just when you feel like she’s going to wrap her arms around you as you type away, out of nowhere, she snaps a wet towel on your ass and laughs her head off. At least, that’s the image I get of her…always playing, but serious when she needs to be.
Man, what a wonderful story - thanks Skewbald - very fun.
Just for a little more detail, could you tell us what country you and your cute pyjama-pants-wearing girl live in? Notice I have not asked for her name…just a location.
Also - I don’t know thread ediquette, but maybe you should start a new thread when you have a new entry (we all want to see them, right) and just paste in a link to the last thread for those who want to catch up on what they are missing.
Finally - are you really a teenager? You write really well, and should consider how you might use your gift to make some money.
ummmm, that’s etiquette - sorry
That was beautiful, Skewbald! This is the next best thing to being there… your writing style really draws me into the story. Living vicariously, indeed… hell, it’s like being a fly on the wall.
>>I don’t know if I’m overly sensitive or not, but I got seriously aroused in a matter of seconds. Is this normal?
Yes. Stop worrying about it. I’m sure she appreciates your modesty about it, and your not trying to force it on her, but yes.
You should be worried if you weren’t aroused.
I hope when my almost-2-year-old starts to like boys, she’ll meet someone like Skewbald and be mature enough to know a gem when she meets him.
Her dad, on the other hand, will be preparing to remove his face with a spoon.
That’s what gets me too. The flavor of the jam on her lip, the fact that the chess board was magnetic, etc. It drags me in and keeps me wanting more.
Man, Skewbald can write. Terrific prose. This must be what it was like to read authors like Dickens and Doyle when all their novels were published in serial form. If there were a Strand Magazine today, Skewbald would be one of their flagship authors.