video (but they knew what we was doing) and she took my virginity. I still couldnât even shoot. But I liked it. I was nervous but. Next time was with Stacey again about six months later, bit different that time. I could come all right by then, and I sure got into it. We were at the beach and she was with this bloke who was about twenty-six or something fucking stupid, and he had this panel van and he was so pissed he went to sleep right on the beachâburnt so bad you could smell the fucking pork sizzlingâand I thought this is my chance, and I got Stacey in the back of the van and had her bikini bottom down around her ankles before she knew what hit her. She was pretty pissed herself as a matter of fact. Youâre not too good on the grog at that age. I wasnât pissed, but. Iâd stayed cold bloody sober cos Iâd thought I might have a chance if I kept my eyes open.
Doing it with Stace wasnât much different to wanking, but, if you really want to know. Christ, she was a slut. Fourteen years old and a total write-off.
Then I had the hots for this chick in Year 10. I was in Year 8 still, would you believe. Bit of a laugh. But I thought she was the bloody pin-up of the century. She knew how I felt, too, but she just thought it was a big joke. It wasnât to me. I was deadly serious. Then one night at this party she was really pissed and we done it out the back on the grass. Wasnât that good, but. And afterwards she pretended she was too pissed to even remember, but she did, and I knew she did and she knew I knew she did, etc. etc. But she wouldnât have anything to do with me after that.
The others didnât amount to much. I had the hots for Emma for a while but she wouldnât let me touch her. I rooted Kylie to do her a favour, she was after me for months. Christ, she was ugly, but. Then we pulled a train on Sharon one night when we were off our faces. It took me about five minutes just to get it up.
I did it with Becky a few times. She was OK.
It was so different with you, Miff. You just wouldnât believe how different. I donât know why, except that you were so fucking beautiful, plus you were the only girl I ever met who could match it with me. By the time I figured out you werenât that tough it didnât seem to matter any more.
For a while I thought Iâd met my match.
You wanted to have sex that afternoon at your house but I didnât. It was all too weird, me being there, and your mother and all them being downstairs. I couldnât get in the mood at all. Iâd wanted to have it with you so badly and there you were handing it to me on a plate and I was knocking it back. Crazy. But it just didnât feel right.
When we did have it, it took me by surprise. I didnât think weâd have a chance that particular day. Normally on those fucking excursions they guard you like youâre on day release from the slammer. Not far wrong, hey? School is like prison, if you ask me. But Mr Rossi, heâs not a bad bloke, and all Art teachers are slack. It was a fucking slack excursion, I know that. That fucking galleryâs so fucking boring. The only painting I liked was that big nude bitch on the end wall in the big hall and you wouldnât let me perv on her for long. Maybe it did get you a little bit excited though. Maybe you wanted to compete with her? Maybe you thought, âHuh, Iâve got more than that slut any day.â Huh Miff, what do you reckon? Am I on to it?
Anyway, whatever. I know it got me a bit fired up, that painting, and I started to hang out for some action. I was giving your ear an erotic experience and you were giggling and pushing me away. The only thing that stopped me going further was all the people around, and Mr Rossi. Like, he might be a good bloke, but if he finds two of his students having sex in the middle of an excursion heâs not exactly going to give us a pat on the head and an A in Art.
So
Doing it with Stace wasnât much different to wanking, but, if you really want to know. Christ, she was a slut. Fourteen years old and a total write-off.
Then I had the hots for this chick in Year 10. I was in Year 8 still, would you believe. Bit of a laugh. But I thought she was the bloody pin-up of the century. She knew how I felt, too, but she just thought it was a big joke. It wasnât to me. I was deadly serious. Then one night at this party she was really pissed and we done it out the back on the grass. Wasnât that good, but. And afterwards she pretended she was too pissed to even remember, but she did, and I knew she did and she knew I knew she did, etc. etc. But she wouldnât have anything to do with me after that.
The others didnât amount to much. I had the hots for Emma for a while but she wouldnât let me touch her. I rooted Kylie to do her a favour, she was after me for months. Christ, she was ugly, but. Then we pulled a train on Sharon one night when we were off our faces. It took me about five minutes just to get it up.
I did it with Becky a few times. She was OK.
It was so different with you, Miff. You just wouldnât believe how different. I donât know why, except that you were so fucking beautiful, plus you were the only girl I ever met who could match it with me. By the time I figured out you werenât that tough it didnât seem to matter any more.
For a while I thought Iâd met my match.
You wanted to have sex that afternoon at your house but I didnât. It was all too weird, me being there, and your mother and all them being downstairs. I couldnât get in the mood at all. Iâd wanted to have it with you so badly and there you were handing it to me on a plate and I was knocking it back. Crazy. But it just didnât feel right.
When we did have it, it took me by surprise. I didnât think weâd have a chance that particular day. Normally on those fucking excursions they guard you like youâre on day release from the slammer. Not far wrong, hey? School is like prison, if you ask me. But Mr Rossi, heâs not a bad bloke, and all Art teachers are slack. It was a fucking slack excursion, I know that. That fucking galleryâs so fucking boring. The only painting I liked was that big nude bitch on the end wall in the big hall and you wouldnât let me perv on her for long. Maybe it did get you a little bit excited though. Maybe you wanted to compete with her? Maybe you thought, âHuh, Iâve got more than that slut any day.â Huh Miff, what do you reckon? Am I on to it?
Anyway, whatever. I know it got me a bit fired up, that painting, and I started to hang out for some action. I was giving your ear an erotic experience and you were giggling and pushing me away. The only thing that stopped me going further was all the people around, and Mr Rossi. Like, he might be a good bloke, but if he finds two of his students having sex in the middle of an excursion heâs not exactly going to give us a pat on the head and an A in Art.
So
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