Walk Down Memory Lane


It is amazing some of the things you remember from your high school days. I remember …

Going to the Student’s Council convention held in Mandeville if memory serves me right when I was about 16 years old.  At the Student’s Council Convention there are several activities including the election of executive members to serve for the following year.  I can say without apology that the elections was the last thing on most people’s mind who went to the convention … EVERYONE was there to attend the party, shin-dig, session, dance that is held on the Saturday night (convention was usually over a weekend).

CD was no different as I saw this as an opportunity to hook up with some guy who had similar interests as me, not bad looking, had a good body and could hold a decent conversation for at least 10 minutes (oh how our priorities were screwed up back then).

Ok, so the night of the dance … the pressure of choosing the perfect outfit that would accentuate your ass and breasts in an attempt to attract the opposite sex.  I remember my outfit like it was yesterday.  It was a pallaza pants suite with a chiffon top that would not only accentuate my voluptuous D cup breasts, but would also give a sneak peek into the other delicious flesh that lied beneath.  The pants too, as I had a big but, look nice and round and plump and ready for the grabbing.

CD didn’t hold back on the dance floor, dancing to her favourite tunes as if there was no tomorrow, flinging it up, bubbling and wining like a dancing queen.  Yes, the the vultures started to circle to get a better view of my ass bobbing up and down and my breasts jiggling while I shook my chest to whatever song was playing at the time.  I got some attention, one particular guy, Raleigh*, started dancing with me, we grinded our hips together, I made him dance with me from behind … and we had a blast.

Then comes the slow dance, the love songs, the time when anybody who had already hooked up at the convention would find that person to snuggle and cuddle and dance with.  I had Raleigh and so we snuggled together dancing to whatever love song was playing and we moved slowly, trying to match each other’s rhythm …

… and then it happened … I felt what I had been waiting for (I think), his hands slowing moving along my ass, then to my hips, then to my side, then under my blouse (OMG, he’s going for a feelskie), then to my breast and then cupping.  Oh yes, CD had hooked up with a guy who she didn’t know which school he was representing, if he had a girlfriend or know his last name … Oh well, who cared, I was there to have fun and fun was what I was having.  After a couple songs and a couple more squeezes, he made and attempt to … KISS ME!!! I was like what the fuck?  Who does this guy think he is?  Trying to kiss me …??? So because he had his hand all over my breasts for a grand total of 10 minutes he feels that gives him the right to a lip lock with my soft, sweet lips????

Hell no!  Out a order!


5 responses »

  1. So the hands all over the butt and breast thing was no invita- I mean, indication that you were interested?? I agree Dude was moving pretty darned fast, but he wasn’t moving fast all by his lonesome!!

    Anyways, glad you never get too chummy with this stranger cause well, mono (the kissing disease) is a reality.

    I wonder if there’s a handso (the handling disease??) lmao 🙂

  2. Why couldn’t I have met girls like you back when I was in high school? I would be in feel-up heaven! lol

    “as I had a big but, look nice and round and plump and ready for the grabbing.” – what happen to it now? It gone?

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