I guess it goes under the TMI file so be warned.
|Mine have thin lace trim around the hems.|
But these'll do for illustration purposes.
If not, then we have to wait a long time until I was about sixteen when I had two at once. Anna and Caroline. I would have happily dated either of them for completely different reasons. Anna was very much a townie and would have enjoyed nights out, restaurants and being spoiled with flowers and baths and the like, you know the type. She was almost as tall as me, tall for girls her size, and fun to be around. A tad on the cold and domineering side, but great hair and dress sense. Caroline was a bit mad. She was a farmer's daughter and given to wild impulses. She had tremendous hair too. Small, on the petite side, and full of energy. Completely unpredictable. Both devout Christians (CofE flavoured) and best friends with one another. A recipe for disaster.
Mind you, there are a litany of girls that I fancied from the age of five through to my first actual relationship at age 18 in University. I guess they all count as crushes. The only odd thing, I suppose, is that I actually thought in those terms. I've posted before about my apparently highly-sexualised childhood thoughts and this just adds grist to that mill. Mind you: admiration, envy and attraction are a heady mixture that I still have a hard time separating out.
First Romantic Hug
|Except I was in her position and Anna in|
his. And I kept my crotch well away from
It was actually pretty positive for that. I didn't actually hug anyone else, family included, until I was in my first relationship later that year. And then, when that fell apart, not again until I was twenty-one. That wasn't romantic though. So, until I was 24? Yeah, that sounds right.
|Like this but with more awkwardness.|
I'm counting this as the first assignation specifically for romantic purposes with a partner who was also along for the same reason and we went alone. There are plenty of social occasions that I attended and that were attended by girls I fancied where I would attempt to talk to the object of my affection but I'm fairly certain that they don't really count here.
|I did pay.|
First Time Holding Hands in Public
|I always tried to go for the submissive had hold, I|
First Full Night Together
This was with Toby before we actually started going out around New Year when I was 24. I slept on her floor and we slept. I made her laugh in the morning by hiding in my sleeping bag and fishing for clothes with just my arm out. I was touched by her amusement and she was amused by my shyness. This led to many nights shared together and we shared a bed after the second time. Of course we did. There was nothing in that first night to suggest that there would be more and, I'll be honest, it was a great night. I loved the morning, the innocence of the thrill and the fact that we shared breakfast. We talked long into the morning and slept long into the next morning. No pressure. No, this was all positive and lovely.
First Mutual Masturbation
|We were neither of us porn stars.|
Therefore we were both very hairy.
First Shared Bath
First Shared Shower
|We didn't kiss, but you get the idea.|
First Blow Job
First Going Down
|Tilly's reaction to this.|
She doesn't want to talk about it.
Like I say, I'm not sure what the purpose of this was/is. It's just a post. It has too much information. It involves sex. Not much cross-dressing. I don't know.