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It was one of those end-of-school parties and everyone was looking to cop off. Somehow I found myself with the lovely Liz. Pretty, pneumatic and with an '80s fringe you could cut cheese with, I had lusted after her for a while. She pinned me down on the sofa and stuck her tongue in my mouth. As she ground her hips against mine I tried to raise a hand to get a grope of her boobs, which in my mind always seemed to float about 6" away from her body. But she was lying right on top of me and my arms were pinned by my sides. So keeping my tongue rotating in her mouth to distract her I slowly inched my left hand up until, with my thumb, I managed to poke the side of one enormous breast. "That is so sexy", she whispered wetly in my ear, then stood up, took my hand and dragged me to the bedroom.

As was tradition, the bed was covered in coats, but luckly no shagging couples. She pushed me down on the bed and started snogging me again, and this time I had free access to her levitating tits. My erection was about bursting out of my tight white jeans(this was the '80s) and before I knew it Liz's hand strayed down, unzipped my flies and started massaging my trembling cock. I was convinced I was going to get a shag, or at least a blow job, when suddenly the door burst open and bastard Steve popped his head in. "Oi, Liz, are you coming with me or what?" Bastard Steve had a car, and Liz shouted back "Just a minute". Steve left, Liz looked at me wistfully, still holding my quivering erection and said "I can't leave you like that, can I?" She gave my cock a few quick and worryingly well-practised tugs, dodged the flying spunk, pecked me on the cheek, then ran after bastard Steve, leaving me flushed, open-mouthed and floppy-dicked on the pile of coats.

Post Scriptum: Next time I saw Liz, a couple of years later, she had become a female wrestler and could apparently crack walnuts with her biceps.
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 14 Mar 2014, 11:43, 3 replies)

Your school was better than my school..

(BeatsWork, Fri 14 Mar 2014, 12:06, closed)

I'd have counted a wank amongst the coats a success in my teens.
And twenties, thirties, and forties.

I do like a wank amongst the coats.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 14 Mar 2014, 15:16, closed)

'I do like a wank amongst the coats'
I'm sure we could write a song along those lines
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Sun 16 Mar 2014, 10:18, closed)