School in 1971 was a sea of hormones, full of horny teenagers struggling with puberty. Girls giggling at the slightest mention of sex and boys with uncontrollable erections launched by the merest glimpse of underwear and often by no more than a passing breath of air.
Quiet and shy I was no different than anyone else, half listening to lessons while my eyes scanned for bare legs as I prayed for a blouse to gape and reveal the glimpse of a bra.
We lived in the same neighbourhood and our paths often crossed. You were always laughing and filled a pair of jeans like no other. I fancied you long before we got together. Your intoxicating laughter and curvaceous behind made my heart beat faster. When you caught me looking you’d blush and smile knowingly. I knew the interest was mutual and that despite my shyness, I had to find a way to ask you out.
Being young we were always with friends and I lacked the courage to ask you out in front of others. I remember it didn’t stop me showing off and bravely teasing you when others could hear. I kept the quiet complements that made you blush to when no-one could overhear. For months, with my hand on my erection, I fell asleep fantasising about you.
School gave way to summer holidays and one hot sunny day, along with two of my friends, we took up residence outside the local sea-front biker’s café watching the scantily clad girl’s parade by. The promenade was packed that day, swimming with day-trippers when out of the crowd with your bosom pals, Pat and Sheila, emerged the sweet n’ sexy woman of my dreams. Your face seemed the same, but there was something new in your eyes and my heart beat faster as approached.
Wearing tight Levi's and a translucent white crop-top you looked amazing. Despite the 1970’s trend of going bra-less, you wore a half-cut bra tantalisingly visible through the sheer material.
Sexuality stirred the air like the blades of a fan. With three on three, the hormones went in overdrive and we entered into a contest of teenage teasing talking in ways that felt unfamiliar as if each exchange had a hidden meaning. Lured by the café jukebox blaring Ride a White Swan by T.Rex, we went inside, commandeered an empty table and recommenced flirting. Naturally, the conversation drifted to the subject all teenage virgins know so much about - SEX. The air was electric and I nearly died when Sheila barefacedly asked, “Do you have any condoms.”
With our hearts racing, we floated out of the café oblivious of the mass of people strolling along the prom. On such a busy day we had little chance of finding anywhere quiet on the beach, but being young and fired up at the prospect of ‘sex’ masked any shame we may have felt. Spotting a shaded corner all the danger, I pulled you into it all the tension converted into mutual longing and we were drawn together like magnets. Heat seemed to arc through the space between us. Our bodies shaded our hands from the maddening crowds as you leaned into the kiss, your hot lips so soft and welcoming, we risked teasing each other through our clothes, wanting to explore while all too aware of the prying eyes passing so close by.
Frustrated and wanting more we broke off and with the other two couples following, we found a quiet car park behind some shops.
With our lips locked, floating in another world, we ground together in mock intercourse our bodies arching hard against each other. I could hear the sound of fabric on fabric, your breathing as loud as mine. My heart was pounding in my ears as I ran my hands over your clothes, driven on by the inhuman sounds you made as I grazed the firmness of your growing breasts testing how far you would let me go. You did not resist, so I dared to slip a hand under your top feeling the softness of your flesh, for the first time. Driven by instincts I’d never felt before my hands worked their way under your bra. I loved the way you reacted, clinging to me hard, gasping and quivering as I explored the warmth of your breasts, moaning deeply as my finger brushed your hardened nipples for the first time. Not to be outdone you ran your hand over the front of my wranglers… Oh My God!.. I’d fantasied about someone touching me there, holding my cock, but even in my wildest dreams, I did not expect the intensity as tingles shot through every nerve of my body. I soon passed cloud nine on my way to twenty-nine.
Confidence growing, I eased a leg between yours and pried then apart so I could rub your mound through the dense material of your jeans. I expected you to brush my hand away but you offered no resistance and pushed yourself against me as if you craved more. Encouraged, my fingers ventured inside your jeans, they were so tight I could get no further than to graze the top of your soft pubic hair. The thought of undoing your clothes in public never entered my head. Frustrated, but satisfied with how far we had gone, I was about to give up when you sucked your tummy in to allow more room for my hand. I could not believe this was happening and wiggled my hand further down, driven by your moaning and the way you clung to me, I touched your soft swollen lips for the first time. I’ll never forget how wet you were or the intoxicating sweet aroma that drifted up to my nostrils. Excited and encouraged by the effect I was having on you, I slipped a finger inside your hotness.
“OI! WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING!” Angry words snapped us back to reality. Someone had come out of the back of an adjourning shop. “This car parks private, piss off out of it.” She barked.
In a fit of laughter and embarrassment, we scurried away adjusting our clothes as we re-joined the throng of people. I caught the eyes of my friends; their smiles told me they had been doing the same. I was so engrossed in what we were doing I’d been oblivious of them.
Despite our efforts to think of somewhere else to go, there was no-where and the multitude of people soon cooled our ardour. Pat and Sheila were to meet their parents mid-afternoon so we made arrangements to meet that evening and parted. One of the most important appointments of my life and one I was unable to keep, as later that day I was grounded.
Oh… the torment of youth!
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