Chapter 28: Bevan

A few days later, I was asked out by a boy from school. He was a good-looking guy that I had no prior relationship with at all. I felt honored to be asked out by him, and I asked him what he had in mind. Our town had a small theater on one of the street corners, and he wanted to take me to a movie.

I hadn’t been there more than a couple of times, mainly because I wasn’t into spending any of my money that I had earned, I was still trying to save a big bank account. I didn’t really know what his motivation was, I was still not a trusting girl, thinking that if he wanted to date me and take me to a movie, that he wanted more than just to be together.

I was flattered though, and I appreciated being asked out. I agreed to the date and even though Bob and I were growing very attached to each other, this would be a good opportunity for me to show Bob that I still wanted him to be free. The guy that asked me out was named Bevan, he was in the same grade as me at school. He and I would meet Friday night, only two days away.

We met in a small diner near the theater, he bought a side of french fries, that we shared before going to the movie. We talked a little and I bluntly asked him why he had asked me out. I wondered if he would try to find out if I wore falsies or if my boobs were real. That was something I always had in the back of my head at that time. I guess I just didn’t realize that as teenagers, most of the guys just liked to feel up their dates. I probably should have realized it because I enjoyed being felt up as much as the guys liked feeling me up.

He told me that he had always liked me and had wanted to ask me out for a long time but had never built up the courage to do so. He told me that he thought I was a good-looking chick with a great body, and he was glad that I had accepted his invitation to go to the movies with him.

We went to the movies together that night, and we sat together in the very back row of the theater. He didn’t take long to put his arm around me and held me close to him as we watched the movie. After almost half an hour, he leaned over and kissed me. I liked it, it felt good, and I gave it back to him. Then he pulled me closer, and I could tell that he was going to go even further. I didn’t care. By that point in my life, my body had been used by so many guys, if he wanted to feel me up, so be it, enjoy yourself, what was under my blouse and bra were real, I had nothing to hide or be ashamed of.

He didn’t disappoint me, I felt his hand go up my back and with a degree of expertise, he undid my bra. I made no attempt to stop him. I think he liked that. Once he had me undone, he slid his other hand up my blouse and began to gently feel me up. He was gentle and I loved the feeling of his tenderness. He played with my tits for several minutes and would kiss me passionately several times.

We were both losing our interest in the movie as he continued his passionate quest with my body. He moved a hand to my thigh; I was wearing a short mini skirt. His hand slowly moved up my thigh until he came to my panties. I looked at him and whispered: “I think I need to go to the ladies’ room, I will be right back.” He took his arms away from me and let me get up. I walked to the ladies’ room, went into one of the stalls and removed my panties. I knew what he wanted to do, and I was more than willing to let him do it. I tucked the panties into my purse and returned to my seat beside him.