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It turned out Katherine was correct in her analysis - she had spoiled the erotic build-up. Nearly twenty minutes had passed by the ti that Alan finally returned to the table where Christine was waiting. Christine didn't seem to have minded his long absence nor did she pry about the nature of his "ergency," but the sexual and flirtatious mood from earlier was gone. And as Katherine had intended, Alan was physically incapable of managing another erection.
Christine was still slightly horny, but she was mostly sated sexually. She looked a bit flustered and embarrassed after what had occurred in the ladies' room, but Alan was too busy trying to act casual and cover up his own sexual escapades to notice. Although she had lost her panties, that now only made her feel more embarrassed, rather than empowered and brazen. In fact, for a while after she ca back she felt strong resentnt towards Alan that she had to fight to suppress. On so level, she blad him for her getting too aroused and losing control in the restroom.
Eventually though, they both fell back into a fun mood. But while the two of them continued to talk up a storm and joke around, there wasn't any further "flirtation practice." There was still a certain sexual tension between them, but it wasn't at the "rip each other's clothes off" level of intensity that had been there earlier.
Christine in particular remained quite horny, mostly because she felt wickedly naked and exposed from not wearing a bra or panties. She avoided prying about his phone call, because from his changed mood she guessed that it had to have been about so serious, unpleasant matter. She mostly restrained herself.
The two of them could have stayed out much longer, but there was a certain rhythm to eating at an Arican restaurant, where it was expected one would leave not long after finishing the al and paying the check. As they left the restaurant, Christine toyed with the idea of asking Alan to take her dancing, but she chickened out.
Alan dropped her off at her house, giving her a quick goodnight kiss on the cheek. In an attempt to stay a gentleman, he rather awkwardly kept his hands at his sides, and she did the sa. However, she was so stacked that they were forced to touch in another way: he did his best to ignore the way her hard nipples and huge globes pressed into his chest during their kiss.
As he kissed her he thought, I must be the biggest fool in the history of mankind to not really go for it right here. I hope soone sowhere is recording so major good-guy points for right now. Why does she have to look so drop-dead gorgeous? Thank God my dick is flaccid or I might not be able to stop with just this innocent kiss.
Christine seed happy enough with the minimal kiss, and happy with the date overall.
The two of them agreed to have another date soon, although no specific date was set. With the kiss over, he lightly hugged her for another minute or two as they wrapped things up with so small talk. Once he had her in his arms, and his hands on her bare back, she felt so good that it was hard to let go. But he finally managed after one more brief kiss, on her other cheek.
After he left, he wondered how different the goodnight kiss might have been if their earlier sexy mood had continued to escalate. Even after all the heavy flirting he'd done, he still didn't realize how much Christine desired him. That flirting was very ta, at least compared to all his other recent sexual activity. He suspected that Katherine's interruption may have prevented him from crossing a line with Christine, but he didn't realize how close Christine had been to crossing the line on her own (only to be "saved" by her own bathroom interruption).
Now that he'd gotten his rocks off, he realized that he was probably lucky to have avoided another serious sexual entanglent. He resolved not to let himself get in such a tempting situation with Christine again.
He thought, I love these dates with Christine. They're a lot of fun because she's such fun to be with. Once she lets her hair down you get all the smarts without the prickly attitude. And it's nice for a change of pace to be with a great girl without needing to rise to the sexual occasion again and again. But on the next date I have to take an even firr stance that things have to be completely platonic between us. Sadly, it's the only way. If only she were completely open-minded sexually, like Amy - but she's not. The situation with Glory is painful enough already; I don't need another duplicate of that unsolvable kind of problem.
As he drove ho afterward, he suddenly realized that he was extrely tired. He'd been able to sustain a kind of high as long as Christine was around, but that disappeared as soon as she left and he had nothing else to keep him going. It was all he could do to get ho without falling asleep at the wheel. A whole week of incredibly exciting adventures was finally catching up with him. He thanked his lucky stars that his scouting trip had been postponed, because he just didn't have the energy for it. His stamina was all tapped out.
Susan was waiting up for him when he arrived. Katherine had been ho for a while and had gotten Susan excited talking about her big bathroom stall adventure. Susan had hoped to talk to Alan about it and maybe have so more sexy fun with him, but just one look at him let her know that even talking was out of the question.
She reverted to "mother" mode and quickly got him to bed. She tucked him in with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek.
Alan fell asleep just about as soon as his head hit the pillow. He slept for a very, very, long ti.
Back at ho, Christine was still energized and horny from her date with Alan. She was glad that her parents had already gone to bed, because she knew that they'd want to question her about her date and she didn't want to deal with that just yet. She rushed to her room and removed her clothes, in preparation for going to bed.
Although Christine was buzzing from the excitent of her date, and especially the final goodbye kiss, she was a very self-critical type of person, and she was already starting to fret about what had just happened. Once she had taken off all her clothes, she sat on the edge of her bed and sighed heavily.
Phew! What an evening! That was such fun. I loved it! But does Alan know what kind of a totally pathetic freak he was having dinner with tonight? I an, I actually masturbated in a public restroom! I've never done anything so shaful and scandalous in my life! He just got too aroused. And I'm still far too aroused now, thanks to that goodbye kiss.
For supposedly being so smart, I sure am an idiot! What kind of ga am I trying to play here?! What if I really had lost control? Or if he'd lost control? Or worse, both of us lost control?! We could have wound up doing all kinds of things! Sexual things! With... with, his penis, even! Or with my... OH GOD!
She winced, and closed her eyes. Shit! I was feeling so good there that I totally forgot... my deformity! Hell, now that I think about it, even while I was masturbating in the bathroom, I forgot all about my secret sha. My clit! My huge, freakish, ugly clitoris! Oh God, why ?! Why ?!
Indeed, Christine's secret sha was the size of her clitoris. In her opinion, it was freakishly large. In actual fact, while it was much larger than usual, very few people would have considered it objectionably large. Christine didn't know it, but there were even so won in the U.S. who were having plastic surgery to increase the size of their clitoris, often to a size similar to Christine's.
However, Christine wasn't thinking rationally about this. She had seen in locker rooms in P.E. class that her clit was larger than anyone else's, and she'd been teased about this, since teens tend to make fun of anything that's different. Furthermore, she was in the curious position of having very little confidence about her looks even though she had a body that was perfect and the cultural ideal in nearly every possible way. As a result, she seized on the one perceived imperfection that she'd been teased about - her clitoris - and blew that worry all out of proportion.
Her greatest fear about her body was that her clit wouldn't be seen as a clit at all, but as a miniature penis, and she would be seen as so kind of transsexual. She tried not to shower at school anymore. When she had no choice, she used a special soap that lathered up and allowed her to completely cover her clitoris for most of the ti. It had been a couple of years since other girls had seen her clitoris and teased her about it, and she lived in fear that they would notice and tease her again. Her fear had even played a part in why she never dated.
Let's say, for argunt's sake, that this wasn't just a practice date, or it started as one and then turned into a REAL date. Then what?! Maybe not on the first real date, or even for a few dates after that, but eventually Alan would see my clitoris, and even touch it! What would he do?! Would he throw up in disgust?! Thank God at least I feel confident that he wouldn't share my terrible secret with everyone in school, but he'd know, and I would know that he knows! I could never look him in the eye again! And he's involved with so pretty impressive girls. I'm sure Amy has a normal clit. Hell, everyone has a normal one but ! Why would he want to be with , once he finds out I have this... little penis?! Oh God!
She was so distraught that she was on the verge of crying. She would have broken into tears except that she considered it a sign of weakness to cry, and she never allowed herself to give in to weakness. She stood up and walked to a full length mirror she had on her wall.
No. I can't let myself think like that. What if he's okay with it? He is a nice, considerate guy, after all. Maybe, if things ever got to that point, we could just put so tape over it or sothing. Or at least we could always have fun under the covers only, and he'd know not to touch in that area? I don't know! There's gotta be so solution, right? I an, most people have things they don't like about their bodies, but they still have sex. Why can't I? Why do I have to stay a virgin forever? I have to be strong! Forget about my damn clit, for once!
She stared at her clit in the mirror. Like tonight. I was so carried away with my lust that I forgot all about it. I had a great ti, without any worries. Being with Alan is great! He makes feel good, just to be . Even when he tells all those dumb-blonde jokes, we both know that he does that in part because he's so wowed by my intelligence. It's just fun, not an. He never insults anybody. The truth is, if he were to see my freakish clit, I'm sure he'd try hard to say sothing polite, even though he'd be horrified on the inside.
I am who I am, and it is what it is. I can't avoid all physical contact forever. If there's anyone who I could dare let see and touch down there, it's Alan. Even though he does have high standards, what with Amy and everything, his niceness shines through. Even when we argue, we argue about the facts and he never resorts to personal insults. I trust him more than anyone else.
And, dammit, I want him! If only these weren't just practice dates! He actually kissed AND held in his arms for a few minutes tonight! I should be over the moon. I would be masturbating myself silly right now, except that I've gotten myself all worked up about my damn clitoris. Look at ! I have a pretty nice body. Everybody says so. Plus, he's such a tit man. Can't he overlook my manly clit and focus on the rest of my body?
She sighed heavily. Then she put a robe on and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, so she could get so sleep.
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