Fear of Rejection

[Guest]

OCC: This is a thread for will68 and Tammi

IC:
Here I am! 23 and still a virgin! How can I overcome this debilitating, shyness? How do I recognize a signal? How do I avoid rejection and even humiliation?

All these questions lived in my mind until I met you. I was absolutely captivated. I found your smile was a flash of light into my drab life. I admired your beauty. Blondish hair; bright eyes surrounded by the beginning of laugh lines; a nice figure; all I had ever dreamed about in my ideal girl.

I loved the way you sought my company in the crowd. You even grasped my hand on one occasion to take me along with you. I remember the first time we danced. How I was just enthralled with the nearness of you. I remember the perfume. I remember how light you felt as you followed my movements. I remember your bare arm along my bare arm. How that almost intimate touch thrilled me. I can remember how you brushed your breasts against me in the dance. God! How I wanted to take you in my arms and kiss you.

The dance finished and I screwed up all my courage. "Would you like me to walk you home?" I asked. I waited for your reply with my heart in my mouth. To me there was so much hanging on your reply.

 

[Tammi]

At 22, attractive and with a very vivacious personality, Amanda never lacked the attention of men. She did, however, get tired of the constant games men played with her to get her into bed. She had to laugh to herself at some of the lines they used; some being absolutely priceless. Although she had fallen once or twice for a line, thinking it might lead to a serious relationship. It hadn’t worked out, but she had enjoyed some great sex. She just wanted more than that.

Now, standing among a crowd of people, she saw him. She knew immediately he was different than the rest. He was nice looking, but what struck her the most was the fact that he seemed to be trying to just blend in the crowd, not really wanting to be noticed. She watched him for a while and when he had finally caught her eye, she smiled. She could tell he hadn’t expected this and she couldn’t resist.

Taking his hand, she led him to dance with her. She could feel he was nervous, and she had put her arm on his shoulder allowing him to put his hand at her waist. Most guys would have been all over her by now, but he hadn’t even said a word. She felt comfortable in his arms, the way he danced she felt like she was floating. He seemed so warm and gentle. As the dance was coming to an end, still not saying anything to her, she brushed against him allowing her breasts to lightly press against his chest. Having only worn a tank top with no bra, she wondered if he was able to tell the affect he had on her.

When he asked to walk her home, she smiled. “ I would like that very much. I’m Amanda and your are? “