Sweet-Smelling Success, Part Two

I'd never slept like I slept that night, it was bliss. Next morning though I woke with an inconvenience that wouldn't go away for ages. Such a struggle getting my pants on! I'd heard how that happened to boys afterwards.

It almost made me late, and she was already there at the meeting-place we'd arranged. She beamed her bright freckly grin at me as I arrived.

The minute I saw her, I felt that same stupid reaction start to stir again. I couldn't believe it! How long had it taken me to get it to go down in my bedroom? There was nothing I could do though, and it was no help at all that I could smell her! The tiniest sniff compared to what I'd had last night, but even so...!

If her knickers had been a wide rolling field of smell, spanning to the horizon, then this was like I was nearing that field on the bus and had caught my first intimations of it. And just now, that was more than enough!

Of course, she noticed - it would have been pretty difficult not to! "What's got you like that?" she inquired, interested. "It's not like we're in the middle of a PE lesson."

I guessed she only understood this problem as something that happened to boys then. I mumbled a not very clear explanation, then shyly gave her back her knickers.

It was breezy that morning. A girl in a very tight tee, who was flying ahead, swooped into my path for just a second or two so the breeze blew her sweet pretty smell straight at me. Immediately she veered off, soared high again and was gone. I just knew she'd done it on purpose! And she couldn't have chosen a worse morning to tease me like that.

For of course, all at once the inconvenience was back. Sighing I went on, even though walking now presented its own difficulties. Soon I passed another girl, who eyed me with a knowing and rather cheesy sort of smile.

Smiles were always nice. But then a second or two later I realised she'd been amused by the front of my skirt, and shame replaced my excitement.

"Something special happened to you last night, then," remarked a girl in my class, raising her small eyebrows when she observed the same. Today it was hard to miss!

"How would you know? Like this has never happened to me before!" I protested, though I turned very red.

"Girls know a boy's first pop when they see it," she replied smugly.

Another truth about girls was apparently that they were everywhere on my way home, and that particular evening the mere sight of them made me so hot and bothered I almost couldn't bear it. A brown-haired girl with pretty bunches eyed me as we passed, just like the last one had done, with half a smile. But her top was so tight that under the circumstances I could hardly help it if she made my skirt stick out in front again! I was in too much of a flurry to do anything but stare after her, swirling with shame, as she disappeared.

Continuing on my way, still cringing a bit because of my pants, I passed the shop that sold fizzy drinks where we'd been yesterday. That could only make me think of her again! It was a popular place for girls and sure enough two were in there, admiring the goodies. Another was coming out, and my heart skipped because her black top had a slit that showed her boobs! No wonder I was too flustered to get out of her way in time.

"Excuse me, boy," she trilled, gliding by and leaving me limp.

So on the whole, I'd never had such a bothersome day as the one after my first pop. That night though I lay in bed in just my pants and sleeping-tunic and thought lovingly of my frizzy-haired freckly one. The first girl who'd ever popped me - so to speak!

END OF PART TWO