When I met Chèrie I was only 14 years old. She was THE most dynamic, most willing to try anything girlfriend I could hope for, the most eager to please as no other chick I’ve met. I’d only just experienced jacking off at 11 or so. When I met her I was ushered into a Social Studies class as a new student at a new school. The teacher wore his pants so tight you could see his underwear underneath -which she pointed out to me. She passed me a note, in a class I’d just sat down in for the first time, a school I’d just entered for the first time, which was so strong in its sexual language that I was perplexed at my next turn. Dumbfounded really. I recall she signed it like this:
The Road to Bali
She even drew a little picture to show the discomfort of the individual willing to travel this road -which I was. I recall one evening, when she needed to use the phone, a rotary black phone of the old ages, my brother was nearby and he slapped me on the back. He was like, “Damn, nice catch!”. I remember she was wearing high heels at that time. Open toed heels. Platforms to be exact. Strappy ones as I recall. Platforms that really contained her toes, with a strap across the top of them. I’m horny now…
I dated her for some six months intensely. Many times I had to hide her in my adolescent bedroom so my mother would not discover her. Even my friends at the time were affected by her in one way or another. She was intense. I did things with her that would carry over later into my natural life.
I still love and cultivate bondage. Chèrie has an open ticket.