I had just broken up with my new girlfriend. I remember our time together very well because we had only been dating for 4 hours.
One morning in school, one of my female classmates declared herself to be my girlfriend. She pulled me out of the crowd and started dancing with me. She swept me off my feet and we danced for ages in a fast dance, then for a few minutes in a slow dance, where she held me close and tight and gave me lots of kisses. I was stunned.
Then we sat down for some lessons. She held my hand and gazed into my eyes. I looked back at her, stunned.
When we got up again, she linked arms with me and chatted with me as we walked through the hallways, sneaking in more kisses. I was still stunned.
After another while she broke up with me with a tearful, melodramatic goodbye. "I... will always love youuuuuuu! My heart will go oooooooooooon!" she sang out and hugged me tightly before running away. I was slightly less stunned.
After another hour or so, the feelings hit me at once. The rush and excitement of first attraction, the growing passion during courtship, the lovey dovey cosiness of everyday life with a loved one and finally... some old pop songs stuck in my head. I looked at her and she was having an ordinary schoolday, as if nothing happened this morning. I thought more about the songs, wondering if they had any deep meaning to explain this situation. They didn't.
I asked my regular girlfriend about this. She saw the whole thing and thought it was very funny watching that girl have her way with me. She laughed her big hearty laugh and hugged me into her huge tits.
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