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<blockquote data-quote="Rel" data-source="post: 2483998" data-attributes="member: 99">When I was a lad of nearly 16, I went on a trip to Europe with my French class.&nbsp; I wound up spending a lot of time with this girl from my class who was a year ahead of me in school.&nbsp; She was a hot, Goth chick before I knew what a Goth chick was (I doubt the term even existed back then).&nbsp; Anyway, she was taking the opportunity of the overseas trip to reevaluate her life, mainly her crappy boyfriend.So there we were in a villa in Nice, overlooking the Med with stony, topless beaches and crystal clear water as far as the eye can see and she decides that it would be fun to make out all afternoon.&nbsp; So we're writhing around fully clothed on the bed in the way that teenagers do and I started to move my hand in such a way as to &quot;get a feel for her female topography&quot; in the general region of the chest.&nbsp; She bit me on the lip to get my attention and then said to me:&quot;Don't move your hand any higher or I'll kill you.&nbsp; Because if you move your hand higher then I'm going to get really turned on and then I'm going to rip your clothes off and have sex with you and I'm not sure if you're ready for that and I know I'm probably not ready for that.&nbsp; So don't move your hand any higher or I'll kill you.&quot;All I can say is that's a hell of a choice to give a virgin boy.&nbsp; I don't have the pictures to prove it but I'm almost certain that my face did this:&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":eek:" title="Eek!&nbsp; &nbsp; :eek:"&nbsp; data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":eek:" />&nbsp; <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/paranoid.png"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":uhoh:" title="Paranoid&nbsp; &nbsp; :uhoh:" data-shortname=":uhoh:" />&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f615.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":confused:" title="Confused&nbsp; &nbsp; :confused:"&nbsp; data-smilie="5"data-shortname=":confused:" />&nbsp; :\&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown&nbsp; &nbsp; :("&nbsp; data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" /> Then she said, &quot;Why don't you just kiss me some more and then we'll go get some dinner.&quot;&nbsp; I did and we did and we had a very enjoyable rest of the trip together.&nbsp; After we got home we didn't really see each other much (though I heard she did ditch the boyfriend) and I had little contact with her for the following school year.&nbsp; But at the end of that year when she graduated, she came up to me and gave me a big hug and just said, &quot;Thank you.&quot;&nbsp; I don't know why but that made me feel good then and it makes me feel good now thinking back on it.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rel, post: 2483998, member: 99"] When I was a lad of nearly 16, I went on a trip to Europe with my French class. I wound up spending a lot of time with this girl from my class who was a year ahead of me in school. She was a hot, Goth chick before I knew what a Goth chick was (I doubt the term even existed back then). Anyway, she was taking the opportunity of the overseas trip to reevaluate her life, mainly her crappy boyfriend. So there we were in a villa in Nice, overlooking the Med with stony, topless beaches and crystal clear water as far as the eye can see and she decides that it would be fun to make out all afternoon. So we're writhing around fully clothed on the bed in the way that teenagers do and I started to move my hand in such a way as to "get a feel for her female topography" in the general region of the chest. She bit me on the lip to get my attention and then said to me: "Don't move your hand any higher or I'll kill you. Because if you move your hand higher then I'm going to get really turned on and then I'm going to rip your clothes off and have sex with you and I'm not sure if you're ready for that and I know I'm probably not ready for that. So don't move your hand any higher or I'll kill you." All I can say is that's a hell of a choice to give a virgin boy. I don't have the pictures to prove it but I'm almost certain that my face did this: :eek: :uhoh: :confused: :\ :( Then she said, "Why don't you just kiss me some more and then we'll go get some dinner." I did and we did and we had a very enjoyable rest of the trip together. After we got home we didn't really see each other much (though I heard she did ditch the boyfriend) and I had little contact with her for the following school year. But at the end of that year when she graduated, she came up to me and gave me a big hug and just said, "Thank you." I don't know why but that made me feel good then and it makes me feel good now thinking back on it. [/QUOTE]

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