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How
to be a bold gentleman and charm a woman
A
man shares his experience
By Mike Powell
I am not what one would call 'worldly' or very experienced with women. I got my first girlfriend at about 15. That was my first REAL
intimate contact with the a girl. Our adventures consisted mainly of petting, and
kissing. She was
extremely shy and standoffish when it came to anything more. I didn't even get to KISS this girl until about the third month or so of our relationship. Needless to say, she was not my "first girl". That happened during my last year of college. The story of how this girl, Mary, and myself got together is still unbelievable in some aspects. I remember seeing her first when I was in the 12th Grade. She was a member of a debating team that was challenging my high school in a national debating competition. She wasn't very striking. She was rather average looking, to be totally honest. Standing at about 5'1" or so, she was
dark skinned and wore glasses. I remember her being extremely quiet. In any case, her teammates were a great deal more attractive than her, to me anyway.
I graduated from high school a few months later without so much as another thought of going in her direction. I started school at that college and it so happened I ended up in a chemistry class with Mary. I never spoke to her for the entire first year of classes. I used to look at her occasionally, thinking to myself how much she had NOT changed since high school.
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I never really thought that I ever had anything for her until I made friends with Mary’s best friend (and fellow debater from the 12th Grade), a girl named Nicole. Nicole and myself used to shoot the breeze and just crap talk a lot. Then one day I was talking to Nicole and Mary came up to her to say hello. Nicole introduced us and we kind of hit it off. After that day, we started talking more and more. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for us to start
flirting. I am a very jovial person and I gave her hints of my desire for her in a joking manner. Chance had us meet one day outside school, at a concert. We started flirting, as usual, and I suddenly blurted out "So do you think you can handle me?"
 It was spontaneous, and I immediately felt my face getting warm. I regretted it right away, but then she replied, "I can handle anything you can throw at me." I didn't look her in the eye when I asked her rather nervously, "Are you serious?" She said that she was, so my mind started working right away. The concert was held in a hotel on the beach, so I asked her if she would like to go for a walk on the beach with me during the intermission.
She agreed, and we went. It was about 8:00 PM, and the beach was fairly dark, but not pitch dark. We eventually found a dark corner and sat down. We spent the next half hour or so wondering who would make the first move. I eventually did.
I couldn't decide what I wanted more, so I just continued kissing her. We had spent so long jawing that we became afraid that our
folks - still at the hotel - would leave us behind. I got her number and promised to call her. I called her up, and needless to say, we flirted heavily on the phone. I eventually told her that I had plans to continue what I had started that night on the beach. She seemed game, so we decided to go on with it.
I picked a day when we were both relatively free. Around that time, we had practice labs for our chemistry finals. The day she came over was one of the days I was supposed to be in school doing my lab. The choice wasn't difficult to make. I almost fell asleep waiting for her to come over. When she got in, I led her around the side of the house and let her in through the kitchen. She was wearing a tight, light blue T-shirt and
snug blue
jeans. Her body was tight, toned, and fit. She was slim and I couldn't help but notice she smelt of something fruity.
I led her to my parents' room. We were both very nervous about what was going to happen, even though we knew we were both going to do it. We started talking about all sorts of crap, including, "Were you able to find my house alright?"
I eventually made the first move to kiss her. It was a soft, wet, slow, and deliberate kiss.
Her lips were full and
pliable, and she seemed to like the kissing. I started pulling her shirt over her head. I had never noticed until then but she had the fullest, roundest body I had ever seen. I never bothered to ask her what her cup size was, but I'm sure it was probably a DD. She was wearing a black lacy
bra and a matching
thong. I didn't get to see the thong until I slid her jeans off (with some trouble). Her body was simply amazing. Soft curves and delicious skin is all I can say about her. She was very willing and didn't even HINT at stopping me when I slid my fingers under strap of the
thong.
After we finally got done, we took a shower together. It was slow and sweet, and we took our time washing and drying each other off. I watched her as she dressed. I especially liked her
backside. I had never seen such a
round
butt. Before she left, though, I gave her two souvenirs: two huge kisses. I let her out through the kitchen, and she pulled me close by my collar and tongue kissed me very deeply. I almost took her right there and then all over again.
What I learned through this and other relationships is the power of being a bold gentleman.
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