Mar 12, 2011

The Horny Trembler

I had gotten myself into another ‘secret’ arrangement with another boy at school – although this was much tamer than my rendezvous with the older boy I had the year before. What can I say except to quote Joey Lauren Adams from Chasing Amy, “I was an experimental child, for Christ’s sake!” The strange part of this awkward relationship was that he was actually the best friend of my sweetheart, Kevin. Maybe in a way, I thought that this would be as close as I would ever get, like a consolation prize. Meh; second place sucks.

What I found to be the most entertaining element of our little touching sessions was how incredibly horny this kid got. He would actually be quivering with his tongue very close to hanging out – and all I was doing was letting him feel my little boobs with my top off. Wow! I found it pretty amusing but also with a dash of creepy. I wasn’t overly eager about attending these private sessions, but I didn’t have anything better to do on a Saturday afternoon, so we kept it up for a few weeks.

I found my ‘out’ when he broke his wrist and had a giant cast on his right arm. We usually did a lot of our groping sessions in his pool, so I suggested we called it quits since he couldn't go swimming for a long time. He begged me to come over one last time and I reluctantly went. At least with the other boy, I was getting some physical pleasure out of it – with this boy, it was mostly just him ogling over me, not even any kissing! Although I enjoyed the attention, it was getting old and I got bored, fast. So, I went over this one last time. We went to his basement where they had the traditional old, crappy family couch that had been demoted down there when they bought a new one for the family room upstairs.

His horny trembling commenced like clockwork the moment I took off my clothes. I laid down on the ratty couch and he knelt down beside me and started to feel my body...with his cast-bound hand. I tried so hard not to laugh but all I could think of was that it felt like a crab was crawling up and down me. He had tried to feel my vagina but I could still only picture a little creature extending his skinny legs from his shell and frantically trying to burrow into my lady bits.
Sorry buddy, you ain’t going to find what you’re looking for doing that!

I had to sit up and put a stop to it – it was either that or breaking out into hysterics, but I really didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I let him have one last boob squeeze and I left.

The one thing I always wondered was whether there were a few bright auburn short ‘n curlies stuck inside his cast when they cut it off.

8 comments:

  1. How wonderful to find a non-Mommy blog from the Lady Bloggers society! New subscriber on your list (as I spew coffee through my nostrils while reading).
    Jan

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  2. This is fantastic... you've got yourself a new follower with this one, babe.

    Dropping in from LBS!

    Oh, and @writingtowellness... we're not all mommy bloggers.

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  3. Haha! Oh, I'm going to love this blog! Stopping and Following from LBS. Come see me over at Lighten Up! I'm not a (total) mommy blogger either!

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  4. ha...ahaha....ahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! @the red hair in the cast when they cut if off statement. I sincerely hope he had a hair in it for the remainder of the time he wore it. Just for his creepiness - if nothing else. Been there... ugh!

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  5. oh yes, I can comment on. I laughed out loud when I read this and my hubbie said, "Have you just read something dirty because that was your dirty laugh...?" ha ha! x

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  6. Hahahahahahahahahaha, LMFAO. I must remember not to drink anything when I read your blog posts as it tends to come out of my nose!

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  7. LOL! That is too funny. You're the new Mother Theresa, because I think what you did for your little friend is considered charity. haha btw, i really liked Chasing Amy.

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  8. I can't stop laughing!!!!

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