These are a series of stories starting with women I have met in my life and adventures started. There are some embelishments to make the stories interesting. They start in the days well before cell phones but the memories are vivid. The women were real, some of the finishes were more than happened but why let the facts ruin a good story! All people were over 18 and so much fun.
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Lucas was confused; the girls he was attracted to all seemed shy and nervous as he was, and he got muddled, wondering how to get closer to them. Now he was at a bonfire party, looking across the fire at Theresa from the drama group but not sure what to do. She looked hot with long brunette hair, falling past her shoulders and he wanted to stroke it and hold her tight. He listened to the music and party noises for ages getting up courage and just as he was about to move, she got up to leave with her friends.
He turned and punched his fist into the sand, annoyed with himself.
"Shit, this isn't working."
"Watch out, that's my beer."
He saw he'd just missed the cup, and caught it, lifting it up to a girl with short mousey blonde hair and a petite figure in jeans and a shirt.
"My mistake, Christine isn't it. We talked earlier about your soccer team."
"Glad you remembered, and we hadn't finished chatting."
She moved closer and continued talking. He would have liked to sit with Theresa, but Christine had an intense look that he didn't recognize but it started to excite him.
After an hour and soft giggles from her, it finally dawned on him that she was flirting. He got the courage to move her beer cup away and lift her head for a kiss. He was surprised at how quick and hard she kissed back pushing him onto the sand, lying over him and moving her tongue into his mouth. His first French kiss almost exploded his head.
She stopped and looked at him. Lucas leaned up to kiss her, but she stood up and held her hand out to him.
"Let's go for a little walk," she said pulling on his hand. They walked past the rocky outcrops that formed a few natural shelters to an area that was private, but they could still hear the music. She sat on the sand pulling him beside her. He wasn't too sure what to do but the intense look in her eyes was enough. He leaned to her and she opened her lips urgently kissing him. She rubbed his chest and moved her hand over his ass. It felt good, but he didn't know what else to do.
After a few minutes, she took his hand and pushed it under her shirt placing it on her bra covered breast. It wasn't large, but for the first time, he felt a real boob and squeezed it.
"Not too rough, that can hurt."
"Sorry, I wasn't sure" he said and pulled his hand back.