Maybe, when this whole thing pans out, it could be adapted for Teemings.
I reckon it would become really boring if I sat and wrote daily updates about our relationship, I mean this isn’t my personal diary. Some of you have requested further updates and that’s fine by me. Still I can’t write about every little encounter we have.
We are going to the beach on Saturday if this extremely good spring weather keeps up. No school today either because of finals, so she called me up early this morning and asked me. Apparently I need to get a tan. She also told me that she has a present for me, she just giggled when I asked her what it was.
I can probably give you a small update after that if I survive it. I really enjoy reliving these good times through this board, so it’s no hassle at all.
Just bump this thread if you become impatient, I’m on this board lurking almost everyday.
Skewbald – I probably don’t need to tell you this, but while a lot of people are enjoying this thread, please don’t feel pressured to update. In fact, I think we shouldn’t be so demanding of you – go out and live your life and if you feel like telling us about then do, but there’s no need to do it on demand. Best wishes.
This might not have occurred to you, but I bet the reason she asked you to go to the beach with her has verrrrrrry little to do with your tan:D
Thank you for your concern Francesca, but I feel no pressure, honest. I’m sharing this on my own terms.
You have a dirty mind iampunha, keep it up. 
well it was worth a shot. maybe you could post a pic of just you, but its your call man.
have fun!!
I’m trying not to be impatient… really I am. 
::clears throat::
::tries to act casual::
bump
I was going to bump this, but then a linguistic thought struck me.
Assuming you’re not a native English speaker, how come your language is so good?
Dutch people (hi, Coldfire!) can be perfectly fluent.
Scandanavians also.
Germans can also speak English perfectly, but perhaps then there is a slight chance your sentence structure would give us a clue.
So, do you like Indonesian food? 
Or does your country have lots of fjiords? :eek:
Are you playing in England’s World Cup group? 
Do you have a repeatedly broken statue in your country? :o
I too remember this from before the crash. Glad to see things are working so well for you.
Having read all the earlier comments by other Dopers I have nothing more to add than my agreement about your fantastic writing skills as well as your amazing luck with this girl.
Way to go Skewbald!
/Coil - a fellow Northern European
bump
(whistles innocently)
El bumpo.
Skewbaby, I’m a brand-new fan thanks to Terminus Est.
I was an adept little flirter in my teenage years and your thread reminds me of a fling I had with a skater dude during my junior year. My first foray into “bad boy” land… Ah, those were the days.
Anyway, just had to express my admiration and tell you that I’m subscribing to a thread for the first time.
Rubes offers to re-enact these moments with any of the female dopers that want to play (see you at Pork-a-Palooza)
Nice line, rubes. Right up there with “So, come here often?”
/me doesn’t understand canties cattiness------Me-ow!
Again I apologize for being such a lazy bum when it comes to this thread. I wish I could tell you I’ve been busy with school or something. But these past-days have mostly been spent goofing off and honing my faded skateboard skills. The spring weather and mood has really kicked in lately.
Since some of you still enjoy hearing about my relationship here is how our day at the beach went. Be aware, as this is a long story.
I took the bus to her place, I was so giddy that I rang the doorbell twice. She opened and I hugged her and she pulled me inside. She handed me an envelope, it was gray and it had my full name on it in her beautiful cursive writing. I opened it. Her mischievous smile flared up and she giggled in childish delight. I groaned and my eyes rolled back into my head.
I pulled out a small blue Speedo swimming trunk.
Now I do not wear jewelry and I do not have chest hair, so tight Speedos are most certainly not my thing. She on the other hand was very excited. I thanked her, but I told her there was no chance in hell I was going to wear that in public. She placed her arms around my shoulders and pulled my eyes into hers. Her cool breath and whispered pleas brushed against my face. I held my ground. Still I felt bad so a compromise was agreed upon.
I came out of her bathroom wearing the Speedo and socks. She sat in a crunchy wicker chair with a subtle smile on her face, sucking her thumb and twirling her black hair. I shifted my weight from foot to foot about a hundred times. Like an Egyptian princess she commanded me gracefully with her hand to turn around. I did. According to her I have the ass of a ten year old boy. This is a good thing apparently. I’m also smoother than a Ken doll, just a playfull joke I hope. Now she wanted to show off her bikini, so she brushed past me into the bathroom. I sat down in the wicker chair still wearing the Speedo, baffled and intrigued by the situation I had gotten myself into.
At first she came out wearing my clothes that I had left in the bathroom when I changed. It was strangely arousing watching her wearing my shorts and t-shirt. Her imitation of me was funny I’ll give her that. She came out from the bathroom afterwards wearing the real deal, a small crisp white bikini. I swallowed hard and I couldn’t help but stare. A spaghetti thin string held up the thong, the string was tied up in knots like shoelaces on both sides of her hips. Some joker could have pulled on one of those strings and the whole damn thing would have fallen of. Two small white triangles were covering her shapely breasts. I ordered her to turn around. She did. The backside of the thong consisted of a small stretched piece of cloth, narrowing downwards before disappearing deeply in between her smooth well-shaped buns. She slapped herself hard on her butt cheek and made this ironic pouting bimbo pose. I found it to be hilarious, it was so out of character. For some stupid hormone fueled reason I started complementing her butt, calling it the greatest thing ever and so on. I want to strangle myself when I think back. She was amused though and said that we both have great looking butts.
I had to agree with her on that one.
When I arose from the wicker chair the backside of my thighs looked like as if they had been mauled by a waffle iron. She dragged me over to the mirror turned me around and pointed this out. I went into the bathroom and changed into my shorts and t-shirt, I put the Speedo in my pocket. I came out and she was wearing a long flowery beach skirt, sandals, a huge disc of a straw hat, big shiny red pilot sunglasses with a little heart in the corner and a tight blue Volcom shirt with a large diamond logo emblazed on the chest.
The car ride to the beach took about one hour or so.
We walked hand in hand barefoot around the beach looking for a good spot. The sand on that particular beach is very crude and your feet sink deep into it. So it was an exhausting walk. We eventually found a good spot secluded by two small sand dunes. Then we started to nest out with our towels. She had a bag filled with tasty goodies and we ate lunch. I had brought my moms cooler bag so we enjoyed chilled cokes and chocolate milk. She brushed breadcrumbs from my shirt and wiped ketchup from the corner of my lip with a paper napkin. Since you are not supposed to go swimming right after you had a meal, we decided to get into some hardcore sun bathing. She stripped down to her bikini, I clapped my hands and whistled and she nearly blushed. I took of my t-shirt and she did the same thing, I on the other hand blushed violently.
She started to rub my back in with sun tan lotion. Suddenly she started doing these weird moves with her finger on my back. Rubbing it gently upwards and downwards. Then it hit me, she was writing something to me. I could make out some letters, but I was to late and I didn’t get the message. I looked over my shoulders into her huge blue eyes and smiled, she tilted her head slightly and smiled back. Then she gave me the sticky sun tan lotion bottle and stretched out flat on her belly, snuggling her face into the fluffy towel. When I squirted her on the back she shivered. I ran my fingers around her sharp shoulder blades, over her muscular shoulders and down her deep curvy spine. I stopped just above the panty line when she made a fake sounding chough. She did the butt area herself, rubbing it in forcefully, clenching and spreading her cheeks and slapping herself. My description of it is probably a bit exaggerated, but it truly was quite a sight. I know she did it that way just to tease me after my over enthusiastic comments about her behind. She’s a cruel girl sometimes, but I like her that way. I used way too much sun tan lotion. Her back was oiled slick with coconut-scented lotion. I was pretty dizzy at this point and managed to get some in her hair. I had to pull some pretty slick maneuvers to fix it with out her knowing.
We were silent together for a long time.
I thought she was asleep, I was on the brink of sleep myself, but when a horse galloped by down by the braking waves she perked up. It was so cute, the curious joy on her face. I told her I was bored and asked her if she wanted to go swimming. Hand in hand we walked down to the sea. The tip of a small foamy wave embraced our feet. I could feel her shiver like a shockwave through her hand. It was very cold, a stark contrast to the warm air. We started to inch ourselves bit by bit deeper and deeper into the dark ocean, each chilly wave felt like a cool punch. Suddenly she released her grip and dove into a crashing wave. I stood alone with the water at crotch level. Her head appeared a couple of meters ahead of me, her dark hair was slicked down, a strand was resting in the corner of her lip. I could see the tip of her shoulder peeking above the water and it was trembling. My crotch area was wet and she said it looked like I had peed myself. I jumped into the next wave. I’m not a good swimmer and she swam circles around me. She floated clumsily between my legs and tried to pull my shorts down. I cried for help and swam after her.
When we got out of the water we were freezing, the gentle spring breeze felt like an Antarctic blizzard. We stumbled through the deep sand laughing between clattering teeth. Our glistening wet bodies were covered in gritty sand. When we reached our cozy nest we wrapped ourselves into towels. I desperately tried to stop my nose from running with out her seeing it. She had a towel over her head resembling a Jedi hood. I have this small line of hair on my belly, leading from my navel down to my crotch. I’m quite proud of it actually, it looks pretty badass. We sat shivering with our knees deep into the towels looking at each other. Her lips were purple and trembling. She inched herself forward and started playing with my little line of belly hair. Somehow I just knew what was going to happen next. Her small pink hand was intimidating and I felt paralyzed. She ran two cold fingers down the trail and pulled out the elastic in my swimming trunks. Then she took a peek at my shrunken member. A curious smile appeared and she tilted her head to the side. Her wet hair fell to her shoulder. “Aw… it’s so cute and innocent. It looks like a little boiled egg on a brown grass field.” She released the elastic and it slapped audibly against my belly. I was petrified and she looked a little embarrassed herself. Her eyes were calm though and her smile was soothing. She took her own wet towel and started drying my hair, the towel had her scent. She brushed hair away from my eyes and our lips and tongues found each other. I kissed her neck and it tasted like salt and coconut. I could hear voices in the background but I didn’t care. Her embrace kept me warm and it was all that mattered. I had my eyes closed but I felt it on my body when the sun went behind a cloud.
We decided to go home, so we packed up and started to move. Raindrops started to fall down and gray clouds appeared over the ocean horizon. After we got into her car it started to rain proper, fat drops exploded on the front window. She turned on the ignition and then the heater. I pressed play on the stereo. We listened to my And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead record, Source Tags & Codes. I’ve forced this record upon her before on car rides and she’s starting to come around. Or perhaps she’s pretending so that she’s spared from my geeky praises of the record. It’s probably not intended as a romantic album. Still I find it really romantic, perhaps it’s because I’m starting to associate it with her. Cut number three Another Morning Stoner is the ultimate make out tune, in my opinion. Whenever I hear it I think of her sweet breath and bubbly lips. I started to cold sweat and cool beads trickled down my back. We sat in our warm stained glass shelter and made out awkwardly over the gearbox, while heavy rain pounded above us.
On our way home we stopped to eat at a sleazy diner. We talked about skinny dipping. I also tried to explain penis shrinkage to her. She thought it was hilarious and she didn’t believe in it.
Her house was dark and empty, just the way I like it. As usual we ended up on her couch. She stripped out of her skirt, but she kept her t-shirt on even though it was wet. She had a fresh purple bruise on her left butt cheek. I have no idea how she got it. We sat in the couch and made out like never before. She was on top of me with her blunt knee in my crotch. It was painful in an enjoyable way, at one point I seriously thought it was going to break. I started to caress her thigh, I got bolder and my hands slithered upwards towards her butt. For some reason I started adjusting her thong wedgie. She whispered something inaudible into my ear and I retracted my arms quickly. She gave me a puzzled look. Then she grabbed my hands and placed them firmly on her damp butt again. I was confused but very pleased.
Later on she drove me home and that’s that.
Now I need your help, I really want our next date to be special. Any suggestions from more experienced dopers would be greatly appreciated.
Please excuse my poor coma usage, it’s late and I’m tired.
I’d love to help with your next date but unfortunately I am just a pile of mush right now after reading that.
Elaine: “You mean it shrinks?”
Jerry: “like a freightened Turtle!”
err… frightened, that is…
and I’m gonna hafta echo the compliments of your excellent writing, ripe with details. Great.
and best of luck with the gal!