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!

At the ice-cream parlour she made me buy her a super-size cherry milkshake which she glugged down in what looked like one go, followed by a cherry ice-cream cone, a tub of cherry ice-cream and a helping of cherries in double cream. "You'll turn into a cherry!" I exclaimed, breathless.

"I already am," she teased me.

Before long she was visibly fidgeting about on her bench, even while she continued to guzzle cherry tea-treats. Considering the size of that milkshake she'd downed, I wasn't surprised she needed to go!

"Squirting out cherry-juice here," she remarked, unnecessarily.

"Um, I think the girls' bathroom is over that way," I hinted.

"No need," was her simple reply, and I saw her crinkle her nice little nose in indication of what she was already doing.

It was rather difficult to know what to say!

"I don't usually bother going to the girls', not when I'm in the middle of tea," she explained.

I was starting to see why she didn't get many dates! "Um," I began, saying the first thing I could think of, "I guess girls are lucky then. We boys can't do that in our pants, it hurts us."

She giggled, and finally finishing the last of her ice-cream, licked her lips.

"Now I'm going to do something sweet for you," she promised, softly breathing cherries into my face. I gulped as she stood up...

Then lifting her party-dress to tantalize me with a glimmer of pale round thighs, she dipped to the most enchanting curtsey ever attempted in wet knickers, long eyelashes lowered, damp lips parted, and all accompanied by a big cloud of cherry-smell.

"That really is sweet," I told her weakly.

"Just for you," was her smart reply, as she sat down again with a bump that was maybe more of a squash.

We went out into the evening, holding hands. "So what do a girl and boy do round here to get their smell on?" she demanded. "Got Guides later, you could come to that," she then suggested, before I could speak. "I've even got a spare uniform you can wear!" she added naughtily.

"Um, OK," I replied, very meek.

I walked her back to her house so we could change. Under her open bedroom window she stopped, held still for about a minute as if concentrating, and steadily began to turn cherry-red in the face. I was puzzled, until at length she complained aloud: "Why can't I fly?"

Apparently she preferred going in through the window to using the door! "I saw your knickers when we met up," I explained to her shyly.

She giggled. "Betcha liked the view," was her remark, but even in the dusk I was fairly sure the glow on her pretty cheeks and nose wasn't just from exerting herself trying to fly. I decided to put that to the test! With one bold hand I whipped her party dress up high, which was so short anyway that it wasn't hard. Her drying dark knickers were very much on show again, and she really did blush!

"I'm never going to be able to fly if you keep that up!" she exclaimed.

"No-one could call it a fruitless attempt though," I put in.

She squealed with laughter as if this feeble joke was the cleverest thing she'd ever heard, and her flat face as hot and red as could be was the prettiest sight I'd seen. It was a fun date, even the five minutes in her Guides uniform before we were both thrown out of the meeting! However, my dating plans had to move on, since this little cherry seemed determined to stay one for the time being.

CONCLUSION: SHORT BUT SWEET