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...

She was slurping the last of her super-size cola through a straw as I closed the bedroom door behind us. Over to my desk she strolled, her slim milk-bottle legs swishing and flashing provocatively under her daring mini-skirt. This was patterned in stylish square spirals, and with a tight black top to match, she seemed dressed to entice and fluster boys. I gazed at her, and my heart leapt as she stooped with her butt pushed out at me and put her empty paper cup down on a bench. I saw black underwear beneath her hemline.

By now I was in a flutter, my panties starting to tighten and stretch, awkwardly. Kicking off her heels she sat down on the bed, and breathlessly I joined her there. Her bare toes were pointing at me, maddening me with prickly scent.

As I wasn't sure what else to do, I clumsily pressed my lips to hers. The faint cola aftertaste made me almost faint. She seemed such a nice light fizzy girl, just like a sweet soft drink!

Or so I thought. The only problem was, that impression didn't last...

Smack! In response she whacked my face far harder than any girl had ever done. Next second she dug her fingernails into my body and didn't only scratch, but scraped and twisted so spitefully I felt the tears start to my eyes. Then - pull! She gave my hair such an excruciating sidelong tug that I fell off the bed and flopped flat onto the floor. My skirt had fallen back and usually I'd have been anxious about my pants being seen, although on this one occasion embarrassment took second place to wondering whether I was going to survive.

Next second however I found out she really had seen my pants! For I felt her fingers on the elastic leg-holes, and then with no more warning than that she hiked them furiously up my bumcleft. I'd had ride-up before, just like any boy in panties, but this was worse! I whimpered aloud and squrimed, trying weakly to pick myself up, knowing she could see most of my bare butt-cheeks. That was when her finger and thumb closed on one of these and pinched like a steel vice. How were girls able to do that so hard? I yelped and squealed helplessly.

When she let go I scrambled to my feet, dizzy. My skirt dropped into place but I couldn't help standing a bit funny all the same, with much of my underwear badly in need of an emergency extrication.

"I don't recall giving you permission to kiss me," said the girl, mildly. "Now you may."

And she pouted expectantly, eyes shut. I couldn't help heaving a sigh. Here we go again...!

That tight black top though. The way her boobs stuffed it out was making me delirious, even through the residual pain. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained! For a second time I poked my puckered lips to her unresponsive ones, bumping my nose softly on her. The trace of sweet cola made me yearn for her all over again, especially since there was no physical violence this time.

I left off soon enough all the same, scared to push my luck any further, and quickly assured her I'd enjoyed it very much.

"Then you're lucky," she declared. "It was a lot more than I normally allow on a first date."

She went on to explain that I was entitled to a second one, "provided I behaved myself," but somehow by that time I wasn't so keen!

CONCLUSION: LOVE'S A BATTLEFIELD