Terry
I was only fourteen years old when I fell in love. He was the man all girls dream of. Handsome, strong, captain of the football team, and a strong personality. He was eighteen and my girlfriends and I could hardly believe he would be interested in me as the other senior boys just sneered at us.
I am sure now that he was attracted to me not because I was pretty and had a good body but simply because he recognized the fact that I adored him and would do anything for him.
He started testing me on our first date. He had asked me to go to a dance at his fathers country club.
All my friends were happy for me except for Myrna and Ethel who told me that he had probably just asked me to make one of his regular girlfriends jealous and that as soon as he found out how dumb and inexperienced I was he would drop me like a hot potato. I was determined to prove them wrong.
I had only been on a few dates if you could call them that. The boys didn't have cars and we just rode our bikes to see the movies where we held hands. Myrna had a few real dates so I told her that I wasn't sure how to act with an older boy.
She said, "Well I suppose you should follow his lead. He can have any girl in school so you had better do anything he wants if you want to keep him."
"What do you think he may want?"
"With your great body he will probably want to touch you and maybe even sex. I know he was sleeping with his old girlfriend. Does that scare you?"
"No. Not really. I have been curious about it since our sex- ed course."
"Good because if you resist him he will probably just move on."
Thank God he had told me the dance was informal because my folks could not afford to buy a new dress for the occasion. I decided to wear a white peasant blouse with elastic at the top and my white vinyl skirt. The blouse was sleeveless with the elastic hugging the top of my breasts. I wore my tiniest strapless bra and pulled down the blouse as far as the straps at the shoulders would allow to get a little cleavage to show off my firm thirty-six "C" breasts. I spent a lot of time at the mirror tugging at the blouse and smoothing the skirt that looked good on my round firm bottom. I hoped the guests would think the skirt was real leather.
I was ready twenty minutes before he got there and was so excited I was on pins and needles by the time he came to the door.
I was sorry that he did not say I looked nice, but comforted myself on the fact he did not look disappointed.
As we drove off he said,
"We have a lot of time so since my folks aren't home I thought we would stop off for a drink at my place.
I assumed he meant alcohol and I had never had a drink in my life. I was not about to make him mad in the first minute so replied,
"Alright. That might be a good idea. I an a little nervous and a drink might help."
I regretted what I said about being nervous as I had already hurt my chances to look sophisticated.
His father's house was magnificent. I knew they had money but had no idea they were that rich. I was a little ashamed about our house even though it was as nice or nicer than any of my friends.
When we were in the house he asked,
"What would you like to drink?"
I had no idea! I had heard names of drinks but could not think of any of them so in desperation said,
"Whatever you are having would be fine."
"No. I like scotch, I think you would like a Harvey Wallbanger."
I joined him at the bar where he poured some vodka and some Galliano followed by orange juice into a blender. While it blended he put some ice in a tall glass then filled it from the blender.
By the time I was half-way through the glass I could feel the liquor. Being so nervous I had finished the glass by the time he had picked out a CD for his stereo.
"All done already? That's fine. We have plenty."
When I told him one was enough he looked disappointed and said,
"Yeah right. I forgot you were just a little girl."
I couldn't let that go by so handed him my glass and told him to fill it up. They must have been blockbusters because I was giggling and feeling daring by the time I finished the second.
I stopped giggling when he said,
"I know I told you it was informal but I didn't think you would dress for a sunday school picnic."
He saw my feelings were hurt and renewed my confidence when He said,
"I think we can fix it. Come here."
When I walked over to him he took the top of my blouse and pulled it down to show some cleavage again since it had worked it's way back up. I blushed but was happy when he said that was better . There was a good song on the stereo so he asked me to dance with him. When the song was over he still wasn't happy.
"No that won't work. When you lift your arms to dance the blouse slides back up. Let's try this."
He took a scissors and cut off the straps then pulled the blouse down until there was a lot of cleavage and the top of my bra showed.
"Yeah. Now you will look like the other girls but now your bra shows. You better take it off."
When I hesitated blushing like mad he looked disgusted.
"Don't be a baby! I'll help you."
Before I could say anything he pulled my blouse down to my stomach, unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor. I felt really embarrassed and then proud when he told me that I had beautiful breasts and it was a shame I couldn't go topless.
"Do you really think they are beautiful."
"Oh sure. They are really nice, and firm too."
As he said that he took both of them in his hands and lifted and kneaded them. No-one had ever done that before. I was embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. He began to twiddle my nipples with his thumbs until I began to breathe in little pants in excitement.I was really enjoying the attention and was actually sorry when he pulled my blouse back up and adjusted it till the top parts of my breasts were visible almost to my now erect nipples.
He had me walk around and pose as he admired me. I had never gone without a bra except while bathing or in bed. I found it was exciting to have the blouse rubbing against my nipples while I kind of danced around him feeling like a show girl. At the end of the song he had me stand in front of him.
"Just one more thing. Your panty lines show through the skirt."
I had seen that in the mirror at home but didn't know what to do about it. Actually I had thought it was a little sexy that it was obvious I was wearing my only pair of bikini panties. By then I was so excited and giddy from the drinks I didn't object when he pulled up my skirt and pulled down the panties. Then he decided that I didn't need a slip either and pulled up the skirt again to get to the top of my slip. He fumbled around for a while and I knew he was getting a good look at my pussy but by this time I was so high and excited I just hoped he would touch it like he had my boobs.
When he had me walk in front of a large mirror I had to admit I looked a lot sexier with part of my breasts showing and moving with every step. Now that the slip and panties were gone I could see and feel my bottom moving sensually on the warm vinyl just asking for attention. I thought that if Madonna could show all she did on t.v. I was perfectly covered. He told me I had great legs and he loved the short skirt that showed them off. I giggled and lifted it a little higher feeling proud when he applauded.
I was beyond caring about the dance. He insisted I go as he said he wanted to show me off. This really made me feel pretty and sexy so when we got there I pulled the blouse down a little further.
I was super impressed with the country club. It was huge and beautiful with a large band playing soft rock and all kinds of things to eat. I was surprised to see all the kids holding drinks. When I asked Todd why minors could drink in public he told me that this was a private club and they could do whatever they wanted. I ordered a Harvey Wallbanger. When I complained that it tasted different he handed it back to the bartender and told him to make it a double. This was more like the ones I had at the house. I was glad to see all the girls were wearing sexy outfits. Almost all of them were wearing see through blouses with no bras, tiny bikini tops and even filmy bras to show off their flat tummies in hip-hugger mini-skirts. I wasn't embarrassed at all now and was wishing I had worn a halter top like some of the girls so I could show off my flat stomach too. When I whispered this to Todd he said,