[MF] (Slow Burn/Softcore/Anti-Porn?) The Super-Virgin Serial (2/2)

>**DISCLAIMER: This story is mostly a long string of increasingly obvious missed signals that could have ended in sex but didn’t. There technically is sex at the end, but it’s a very long journey for the level of payoff.**
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>**This still entertains me. I’m really into detail and intimacy, plus it can be fun looking back on the good bits of your own life with a storyteller’s eye, but compared to the usual this stuff is practically anti-porn.**
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>**If all you’re interested in is hardcore fucking, then** ~~GET AWAY FROM ME! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT!~~ **you may like to skip over this one.**

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**- WEEK 4? – FOREPLAY?**

We were at my place, sitting on the floor in the common room. A housemate had showed us a clip of something, and expressed some sort of opinion on it. *** disagreed emphatically. My friend doubled down. They both looked at me to break the tie.

I considered the arguments they had made, and delivered my verdict.

‘You’re on his side? Shock and betrayal!’, *** shoved me playfully with one arm.

[MF] (Slow Burn/Softcore/Anti-Porn?) The Super-Virgin Serial (1/2)

>**DISCLAIMER: This story is mostly a long string of increasingly obvious missed signals that could have ended in sex but didn’t. This part doesn’t actually contain any sex at all, in fact, and is pretty much just buildup.**
>
>**This still entertains me. I’m really into detail and intimacy, plus it can be fun looking back on the good bits of your own life with a storyteller’s eye, but compared to the usual this stuff is practically anti-porn.**
>
>**If all you’re interested in is hardcore fucking, then** ~~GET AWAY FROM ME! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT!~~ **you may like to skip over this one.**

Anyone still there?

Hello if so! This is the tale of a blushing virgin boy, his long-suffering new girlfriend, and the unbelievable lengths she had to take in order to pound a clue through his thick skull.

How long can you last, dear reader, before wanting to reach through the page and smack some sense into him? No need to pad the time – there is no judgement here.

**- DRAMATIS PERSONAE**

[MF] Skinny-Dipping

# DISCLAIMER: I write for my own enjoyment; this here is not so much a sex-story as a comedy that happens to contain sex. If that doesn’t appeal, please move on to a different thread – some people may find this one… frustrating.

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‘Have you ever gone skinny dipping?’, *** asked. She was my girlfriend, a clever, kind, and strongly-built young lady of 23 years; she had wavy mid-length not-quite-black hair that she normally let hang free, and her eyes were hazel-green.

‘What do you think?’, I replied. We had met a little over two years earlier at the university we both attended in the USA, where my family had moved from Australia. We were each other’s first committed lovers.

‘Me neither. Would you like to?’. Our day-to-day tasks were done, our on-call period had ended, and we hadn’t yet decided what to do with the rest of the long summer day.

‘Maybe. Who with?’. I cocked an eyebrow teasingly. The day was beautiful, and the campground was virtually deserted, the visitors having headed off to enjoy the sunshine and the clear mountain air.

[MF] (Long Story!) Once in a Lifetime

In a sentimental mood, I guess. Decided to write down my favourite memory. Then decided to share it, just on the off chance someone might enjoy.

So, my family moved to the USA from Australia when I was a teenager. I stuck around for university, where I met a brilliant, sweet, adventuous, and generally straight-up interesting girl, a couple years older than myself. I’m going to call her ***. She was my first ever partner, and I was her first serious commitment (not counting a short and poorly-chosen ^(her words, not mine) high school romance).

We hadn’t really meant to start anything, at first. We simply got along a little too well, started finding more excuses to meet up, kept talking later and later into the night. This led to us staying overnight at one anothers’ dormitories on a regular basis, before we finally formally embraced what everybody else had figured out almost half a year earlier. As though making up for this slow start, we then moved recklessly fast ^(the ‘immediately moving into a flat together’ kind of recklessness).

[M]y Once-in-a-Lifetime Night

In a sentimental mood, I guess. Here’s the story of my favourite memory, just somebody would like to hear it.

So, my family moved to the USA from Australia when I was a teenager. I stuck around for university, where I met a brilliant, sweet, adventuous, and generally straight-up interesting girl, a couple years older than myself. I’m going to call her ***. She was my first ever partner, and I was her first serious commitment (not counting a short and poorly-chosen ^((her words, not mine)) high school romance).

We hadn’t really meant to start anything, at first. We simply got along a little too well, started finding more excuses to meet up, kept talking later and later into the night. This led to us staying overnight at one anothers’ dormitories on a regular basis, before we finally formally embraced what everybody else had figured out almost half a year earlier. As though making up for this slow start, we then moved recklessly fast ^((the ‘immediately moving into a flat together’ kind of recklessness)).