Today I’d like to share a story with you. First of all, pardon my English, but it’s not my first language. Still I find this forum so interesting to read that I wanted to contribute myself.
I’m a regular guy that takes the bus every day to go to work. I take it for a few stops just to get to the closest subway station. This bus is also full of students who take it to high school. A few months back, before the summer break, I met a young girl on it. I, as always, was reading a book, but forgot my iPod at home and that’s a crucial part to the story. So this very beautiful girl asks me what I was reading. I’ve noticed her before, because she’s cute and also because I sometimes caught her staring at me. We start talking about the book I was reading and she tells me that she has noticed be months before because I was reading a book by her favorite author: Murakami Haruki. I really think that forgetting my iPod that day was like a destiny thing, because maybe she wouldn’t have started talking to me If I was listening to music. Anyway that’s not the point. So we start talking every morning for like 10 minutes, about literature, theatre, movies, traveling and stuff. She has the most amazing beautiful blue and green eyes and dark blonde/reddish hair (and that’s something rare where I live). So I ask her what she does and she tells me she goes to high school (duh!). She was in the fourth year, but where I live high school is five years. Age? 18 in a month. This was in the beginning April. I start thinking about her and at the same time feel a little guilty. I’m 28 and she’s 17. After a month she turns 18, but I still don’t feel comfortable about asking her out, even though I wanted to, because of the age difference. What difference does it make between 17 and 11 months and 18? Nothing, but I was blocked anyway.
Regardless we keep chatting for a few weeks more, then one day she tells me that she doesn’t want to go to school that morning and so I tell her: “let’s go do something together” and she says yes. I called work and asked for a vacation day. We went for a walk, we talked a lot and then we stopped at a bench in a park. I still wasn’t convinced about what to do, but I felt something for this girl, so I went on and kissed her. All of a sudden I felt like I was in high school again. I felt like a couple of horny teenagers making out on a park bench. I got hard pretty quickly. Just the thought of this young and firm 18 years old girl kissing me and touching me was really exciting for me. I still was feeling pretty guilty cause here the thought of an almost-30 years old man with a teenager is really taboo. But my morals restrictions were nullified by the attraction I had for this girl. So we went on for like half an hour then she asked me if we wanted to go somewhere more private. Since she lives with her parents and I live alone, I told her to come over to my place. We got there and we started making out again on my couch. She got on me and I could feel her tits pressed on my chest. My hands were all over her body. In just a matter of minutes we were naked and having sex. She was not a virgin and knew what she was doing. We did on the couch, then moved to the bedroom for another couple of sessions. Then at lunch time she had to leave to get back home.
From that morning in late May we are together. All the morals constrictions are gone. I don’t care a bit. She’s intelligent and educated. She’s not a kid. Why do I need to feel guilty? She knows what she wants as much as me. But still I haven’t found a way to tell anyone about her. I just know that my family and most of my friends will judge me because of the age difference. My sister, and best friend in the whole world, would say that I’m a pedophile. The same is for her. Her parents will kill her (and me) if they knew. I mean, did I do anything wrong? I didn’t even touch her hand before she was 18. And it’s not like I’m taking advantage of her in any way. I really love this girl. I never ever found in my life a person with whom I could share everything, from my passions, to my deepest fears, to my sexual desires, and that could get me so much on all levels. We share the same view of life, of politics, of social matters; we love food and trying new things; we listen to the same music and like reading, plus a bunch of other stuff. And yes, maybe not the most important thing, but surely the icing on the cake, we love sex and we don’t have any boundaries in bed. We share our fantasies, we fulfill each other needs and desires. That never happened to me before. All the other girls I’ve had before were prudes and, after a while, boring in bed. For example I never got a blowjob before her, and my god how much do I love to look at her eyes while she sucks my dick? I can’t say… it’s too much. Last weekend we went to the sea and had sex in the water at sunset. Never done that and… wow! I asked her to shave her pussy bald because it was my fantasy. The next day she got to my house with a short skirt and a shirt (cause she knows I like that) and nothing else; she removed her clothes and she had done it: she had shaved her pussy completely. And I’ll do the same for her, I’ll do everything she asks me.
You see? I’m happy and I would like to share these emotions with the people I love without being judged.
Has anything like that ever happened to you?
I’m a regular guy that takes the bus every day to go to work. I take it for a few stops just to get to the closest subway station. This bus is also full of students who take it to high school. A few months back, before the summer break, I met a young girl on it. I, as always, was reading a book, but forgot my iPod at home and that’s a crucial part to the story. So this very beautiful girl asks me what I was reading. I’ve noticed her before, because she’s cute and also because I sometimes caught her staring at me. We start talking about the book I was reading and she tells me that she has noticed be months before because I was reading a book by her favorite author: Murakami Haruki. I really think that forgetting my iPod that day was like a destiny thing, because maybe she wouldn’t have started talking to me If I was listening to music. Anyway that’s not the point. So we start talking every morning for like 10 minutes, about literature, theatre, movies, traveling and stuff. She has the most amazing beautiful blue and green eyes and dark blonde/reddish hair (and that’s something rare where I live). So I ask her what she does and she tells me she goes to high school (duh!). She was in the fourth year, but where I live high school is five years. Age? 18 in a month. This was in the beginning April. I start thinking about her and at the same time feel a little guilty. I’m 28 and she’s 17. After a month she turns 18, but I still don’t feel comfortable about asking her out, even though I wanted to, because of the age difference. What difference does it make between 17 and 11 months and 18? Nothing, but I was blocked anyway.
Regardless we keep chatting for a few weeks more, then one day she tells me that she doesn’t want to go to school that morning and so I tell her: “let’s go do something together” and she says yes. I called work and asked for a vacation day. We went for a walk, we talked a lot and then we stopped at a bench in a park. I still wasn’t convinced about what to do, but I felt something for this girl, so I went on and kissed her. All of a sudden I felt like I was in high school again. I felt like a couple of horny teenagers making out on a park bench. I got hard pretty quickly. Just the thought of this young and firm 18 years old girl kissing me and touching me was really exciting for me. I still was feeling pretty guilty cause here the thought of an almost-30 years old man with a teenager is really taboo. But my morals restrictions were nullified by the attraction I had for this girl. So we went on for like half an hour then she asked me if we wanted to go somewhere more private. Since she lives with her parents and I live alone, I told her to come over to my place. We got there and we started making out again on my couch. She got on me and I could feel her tits pressed on my chest. My hands were all over her body. In just a matter of minutes we were naked and having sex. She was not a virgin and knew what she was doing. We did on the couch, then moved to the bedroom for another couple of sessions. Then at lunch time she had to leave to get back home.
From that morning in late May we are together. All the morals constrictions are gone. I don’t care a bit. She’s intelligent and educated. She’s not a kid. Why do I need to feel guilty? She knows what she wants as much as me. But still I haven’t found a way to tell anyone about her. I just know that my family and most of my friends will judge me because of the age difference. My sister, and best friend in the whole world, would say that I’m a pedophile. The same is for her. Her parents will kill her (and me) if they knew. I mean, did I do anything wrong? I didn’t even touch her hand before she was 18. And it’s not like I’m taking advantage of her in any way. I really love this girl. I never ever found in my life a person with whom I could share everything, from my passions, to my deepest fears, to my sexual desires, and that could get me so much on all levels. We share the same view of life, of politics, of social matters; we love food and trying new things; we listen to the same music and like reading, plus a bunch of other stuff. And yes, maybe not the most important thing, but surely the icing on the cake, we love sex and we don’t have any boundaries in bed. We share our fantasies, we fulfill each other needs and desires. That never happened to me before. All the other girls I’ve had before were prudes and, after a while, boring in bed. For example I never got a blowjob before her, and my god how much do I love to look at her eyes while she sucks my dick? I can’t say… it’s too much. Last weekend we went to the sea and had sex in the water at sunset. Never done that and… wow! I asked her to shave her pussy bald because it was my fantasy. The next day she got to my house with a short skirt and a shirt (cause she knows I like that) and nothing else; she removed her clothes and she had done it: she had shaved her pussy completely. And I’ll do the same for her, I’ll do everything she asks me.
You see? I’m happy and I would like to share these emotions with the people I love without being judged.
Has anything like that ever happened to you?
