Timsuzi's recollections of joyous fumblings reminded me of more complex feelings of my voyage of discovery. This is fiction and part of one of my 'straight' (ie non-spanking)stories. Geraldine is far more confident than I was, but the uncertainty and some of the details are based on experience.

She knew that if you let a boy go too far you were a slag but she found she wanted to find out a bit more about going too far. She knew about willies being the things to avoid and as she did more courting grew adept at avoiding the pressure to touch boys’ crotches when necking or smooching. Slapping away the hand that travelled up her leg also became second nature.

One day however, her mate Jane asked her to go around Grant’s house while his parents were out and he was mitching off school with Sam. She agreed because she knew Jane fancied Sam and had been waiting for such an opportunity. When Grant offered to show her around she went upstairs with him to give Jane a chance to get off with Sam. Grant wasn’t bad looking but she didn’t particularly fancy him. She knew, however, staying upstairs would give Jane her chance. So when Grant led her to the bed and started snogging her she let him. He was OK and quite a good kisser. Never the less she was aware she was a better ‘catch’ than he was and felt she was doing him a bit of a favour. Still, it did feel good. When he brushed her boob in passing – the usual ‘accidental on purpose’ ploy- she ignored it. When he started to give her breasts more deliberate attention she lay back and enjoyed it. Emboldened, he undid her blouse and even pushed down the cups of her bra so her breasts were presented to him above the framework of the under wired bra she needed to control her generously sized 36c glory. It felt wonderfully decadent. She’d had her boobs out before but never on a bed and in broad daylight. As she was doing him a favour letting him touch and kiss her ‘up top’ she leaned back and imagined his attention as that of her captor or master…

With a start Geraldine sprang up as she suddenly felt a grab between her legs. She shot up to see Grant staring at her thighs with a glazed look on his face while rubbing at his crotch. She yelped ‘No!’ and pushed down her skirt while grabbing her blouse into a vague semblance of order. Grant was now staring at her boobs covered by her thin blouse but perkily announcing their presence balanced above her pushed down bra and through their thin covering. She started to make herself decent while lecturing Grant on the fact she ‘wasn’t that sort of a girl’ when he spat out that he thought she was, and if she wasn’t then what was that all about?
‘You’re nothing but a fucking little prick tease’ he concluded in disgust.

She went downstairs, head held high but shaking. Grant was a bit older than her other boyfriends but although she had plenty of experience of boys ‘trying it on’ it was usually almost a game and no one had ever been so nasty about it. Was it true, she wondered? Was she a prick tease? She knew other girls ‘gave top’ without going all the way and got the impression that that was a good thing as far as most form four boys were concerned. Although the boys were all mad for it she suspected that they didn’t really expect to succeed. Grant was only a year older and knew she wasn’t yet even fifteen – Surely he didn’t really expect her to go all the way? Why, she’d never even seen a real willy although she never let on when the gang were passing around the mucky pictures. She couldn’t imagine one inside her but she did get funny feelings between her legs when she thought about these things…