Getting Too Exited Part 1
“Getting Too Exited”
***warning monor sexual material, nothing overly exiting but explicit and something to take note of. All names in this confession are changed to hide their identity***
I wasn’t a perticularly attractive teenage schoolboy, and while I didn’t have the best self esteem, I wouldn’t let anything really get to me. I don’t think I was well liked by girls and had had only one previous girlfriend, which hadn’t gone anywhere.
So you can imagine my surprise when my ex tells me at around New Years Eve that her friend that I had met once at school was really into me! Let’s call her Debby for identity protection sake. My ex put me in contact with Debby and I could tell she liked me and was very cute but was very, very shy. However, I was also rather shy. I knew what it was like to like someone and get no recognition back because you’re so shy. I asked Debby if she wanted to be my girlfriend and she accepted.
Since she was so shy, it was my secret long term goal to make her more comfortable and more self confident.
We started of seeing each other rather often outside of school, going to the cinema and the like. However, in school, due to our shyness, we pretended to not be going out, mainly from fear of being made fun of. Obviously, this didn’t help out our communication.
And let me tell you, there is nothing more important in a functioning relationship than communication.
And because of our shyness, we had almost no communication at all!
A thing we often did was go round each other’s houses and watch TV or play a video game as our date. We cuddled on a sofa and watch movies we’d already seen because we wanted to spend more time with each other.
Eventually on one house date, in Debby’s house, we went into her room and watched YouTube in private, cuddled together. We then plucked up the courage to commit to our first kiss. And in both our cases, our first ever kiss. There’s few feelings like it, especially when it’s with a good kisser, which Debby was, she was amazing.
The house dating turned into snogging sessions where we’d just kiss on our beds. All to the ignorance of our parents.
After a few snogging sessions, I wanted to take things a bit further, both for her self confidence, and also for obvious teenage boy reasons. During a break in our session where we were both lying on our backs on my bed, I chose to be brave and test the waters. I put my hand above her hip, on her skin, and rose my hand up her back slowly. She made no move to stop me, so I kept going up and up her back until I reached her bra strap. Deciding that I didn’t want to go too far and that unless she actually took off her bra, that this course of events could be left for another day.
After a month or two I got the news that Debby would be moving school soon, in around October, but that we’d still be in a relationship together.
The next time Debby was round my house, and we’re in a snogging break, I decided to take things further. I put my hand up her back again, then crept my hand round to her front, over her bra. Debby, again, gave me no sign of hesitance and just looked at me cutely. I then managed to get under her bra and feel her amazing b******. While not that big at the time, still a thing to behold. I then got her to lie on her back and I lifted her top up, over her bra. I then got to properly see and freely feel her b****** and even lick her nipples! Debby left my house later that day leaving me with nothing but giddy excitement for what my happen in future meetings between us. And I prayed I didn’t mess it up.
A few weeks after this she moved school, leaving me with few school friends since I was so unpopular. However, I knew that I had make out sessions to look forward to every so often, so I seemed much more exitable than usual whenever I was thinking about Debby.
Perhaps two or three make outs later, I decided I should probably move our slow moving relationship to the next step. Theme next time I was round Debby’s we had a long glorious make out fest. However, during this time I had been more and more tempted by her trousers, and what lay beneath them. At the end when it was about time for me to leave, before we could out of the bed I acted without thinking. I shot my hand down Debby’s jeans, over her pants, and ran my middle finger across her entire lady parts, and then quickly took my hand away..
Debby looked shaken. And I left that day almost as shocked as she had been.
When I got home I soon received a text from Debby asking: “please don’t got beneath my trousers again”. I made a promise to myself, that I’d listen to and obey this solemnly, until she said othwise. That night I had fear, anticipation and exitement for our next encounter.
***Part 2 is also available somewhere. It has the same title with ‘Part 2’ (dur)***