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Dating, Chapter Four
Back when we were both at school, Susan in my class had been every boy's firm favourite. Because she really had been firm, every little bit of her in fact. I wasn't sure if dating her now would turn out to be such a good idea! However, I was starting to think someone I already knew might be the way to go. There'd been altogether too much of the unexpected lately, especially my last date!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Dating, Part Three
My date that evening was really beautiful, with a stunning profile and a mane of reddish-brown curls that fell to the upper cusp of her bum. The question of why a girl who looked like her should have agreed to go out with me ought to have set my alarms ringing! However, as we arrived back at my bedroom after the burger-bar, I was on the brink of finding out why no other boys wanted to date her...
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Longer you Wait...
"You know what would be a giggle?" proposed my friend, when she and I had been having a little fun in my bedroom one Sunday afternoon. Something of mine was very prominent because of the fun, and she rested the end of one forefinger on the very tip.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Marietta, Part One
Did I dare to talk to Marietta? She was so far above me, and not just because of her delicate beauty. One day I happened to be in the neighbourhood where she lived, and saw her strolling ahead of me down a lane lined on either side by high green hedges. Above these, the gables and spires of old red-brick mansions rose into a stately blue sky. I had to say, Marietta fitted right in.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Love's A Grand Slam
I was speechless at the sight of the girl's black lycra shorts. They were so skimpy, and so tight, that in terms of what you could see of the shape of her butt-curves she might as well have not been wearing them at all. Her hair was long and dark blonde. When she walked, her boobs bounced distractingly in her green shoulderless top, and she'd also thrown her black tracksuit jacket thrown over that. All I could see, however, were those shorts. She was pretty in a snub-nosed, cheeky way.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Katie
That evening when I went for practice a pretty fair-haired girl all in lemon-yellow was lazily playing on the court, and I stood awkwardly to stare. She wasn't practicing properly, just lightly flicking the ball. Watching from behind I glimpsed matching lemon-yellow under the hem of her skirt, and my heart fluttered.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Dating, Part Two
After losing the game I decided I'd try to date one of the lazy cheerleaders who'd shown up for my opponent. Maybe not the most promising beginning! In addition shyness almost overcame me, but somehow I trotted into the ponytailed smirking presence of the nearest cheer and stammered:
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Dating, Part One
I'd taken the most awful girl on my course out for something nice, because I'd heard she was sweet to the boys who did. Prettily flat-faced with a mane of hay-coloured hair, she was wearing an absurd party-dress so stupidly short I saw her knickers underneath right away. I couldn't help but wonder if she always dressed that way for dates!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
