Chapter one - Dianne
Chapter one - Dianne
They say that you never forget the first time. But in all honesty it all seems so vague to me what great event started to happen at 6:10pm on Friday 5th February 1971. The first thing was that my mother called to let me know there was a phone call for me. Nothing unusual in that other than it was a girl on the other end.
" Hello, is that John? We met last week at the Gilded Cage."
Now two things sprung to mind. One was that I never went to the Gilded Cage. The second thing was that I had never heard her voice before.
I resigned myself to the conclusion that it was yet another girl phoning me because she had seen my phone number inked onto the back of a bus seat. A friend who I shall not name, Steve, had a malicious habit of scrawling down my number on bus seats and toilet walls and wherever else he thought it might entice a weirdo to call me up. At least this girl sounded sane and she had tried to concoct a story.
It turned out that her name was Dianne and she lived up on the Castle Vale estate and according to what she said she and a friend would be alone at her parent’s house that night. She was phoning from a call box so it was only a fifty fifty chance that she was genuine. But a chance is a chance and seeing as how I had only planned to meet up with some friends for a drink that night I agreed to take a friend to her place at about 8pm.
After a quick think I immediately phoned Tony, who was a Romeo boy and told him that I had lined up two girls for me and him. It was at one of those rare points in time that he didn't have a girlfriend in tow so it didn’t take much persuasion to get him to agree to tag along.
Half excited and half afraid I had a quick bath and bade my farewell to my beloved parents. My mother gave me that knowing look that told me she knew I was up to something. Nevertheless 20 minutes later I pulled up on my Lambretta GP200 scooter outside Tony's house in Wiltshire Road, Perry Barr. Without wishing to sound anxious I laid out my plans to him.
"Listen Tone let's get one thing straight. I will park away from her Street and you aren’t to tell either of them that we came by scooter otherwise they will want a ride on it. As for who has which girl it is every man for himself."
Of course inwardly I had already conceded that he would probably get the best looking and if I was lucky the other one would take pity on me. My ace card was the scooter which I would use as a last resort in order to get some credit rating. With the plan set we made out our way the 5 miles or so to the estate.
Tony was dressed as immaculate as usual in a two tone shiny grey suit with freshly polished brogues and I had my trademark sta prest white trousers, check Ben Sherman shirt and Levi denim jacket. With my hands slightly sweating I rang the bell with the patter already rehearsed in my head. The door opened slowly.
"Hello Dianne, this is my mate Tony who has been released from his kennel tonight just to guard me from any predators."
She was about a year younger than me at 15, fresh faced with what looked like her school black pleated skirt and white shirt on. At about 5' 2" tall she was 4 inches shorter than me which gave me some confidence as Tony was 2 inches taller still. Her dark hair was shining as if freshly washed and it was obvious she was not only expecting us but had prepared for the occasion. It was silence at first then a big smile came on her face before she answered.
"You must be John, Dianne is upstairs, I am her friend Judy. Come in she will be down in a minute."
Deflated but not wishing to show any sign of embarrassment I smiled and led Tony inside to the front living room. It was a good start of sorts because although she was young at least she looked nice. I secretly crossed my fingers hoping that Dianne would be as nice as her.
Tony and me sat down on the main settee without saying anything. It seemed like 5 minutes before the door opened again and Dianne walked in. I was amazed to see that she was indeed better looking than Judy. A little bit taller but no threat to me she had light ginger hair and a much more composed expression than anyone else bar Tony. My heart was beating fast.
It didn't take long for the conversation to get flowing and everyone seemed to be getting on fine. It was easy to see that Tony had his eyes on Dianne so I tried as much as possible to include Judy in the chit chat. After about half an hour Dianne suggested that me and Tony went to the off licence to buy some more drinks as she didn’t want her parents to notice too much missing from the drinks cabinet. To help consolidate my plans I readily agreed and we went in search of some drink.
Whilst on our journey Tony mentioned that he wanted to give Dianne one and I casually tried to act unmoved by it by saying that Judy was pretty ok too. It was oblivious to him. He had set his mark and he knew that he would get his way.
When we got back I had a spotted an opportunity just to see if I could move in on Dianne when we were handing out the cans of beer. Dianne was still sitting in the same main chair she had been all night. In order to make a move I beckoned to Dianne that her can was on the table. She was a little peeved that she had to get up in order to retrieve it but that was exactly what I had planned. As soon as she had abandoned the seat I dived in and sat in her place.
I knew this would have one of two effects. She would either concede her throne and go and sit with Tony, who would leave Judy to me or she would order me to get off. If she ordered me off I would immediately go and sit next to Judy and seek her condolence. In fact Dianne did what I hadn't calculated on. She jumped back onto my lap and made some feeble attempt to wrench me from the chair. With her sitting on me it wasn't possible. After maybe three tugs around my neck she nestled into my lap. The Cheshire cat grin on my face almost made Tony puke.
Partly because I hadn't planned on this reply and partly because I was a shy, wet behind the ears virgin I didn't know what to do next. After maybe 10 minutes of general chit chat and a little fumbling Dianne stood up and excused herself to the bedroom upstairs. While she was gone I made the plans for the next move. As soon as I heard her coming down the stairs I rushed over and as the door into the living room started to open I pushed her back into the hallway. Like a confident man about town I pressed her up against the wall and started kissing her.
With no rebuttal I was kissing her french fashion like I had never kissed a girl before. This went on for about 5 minutes until she suddenly pushed me back. I was just consoling myself that I had at least got a snog out of it when she silently grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me up the stairs. To say I was excited as we entered the bedroom is an understatement. Once in there she pirouetted and fell flat on her back on the bed.
I was in heaven as I flopped on top of her and continued where we had left off downstairs. I had snogged girls before but never on a bed. After a few minutes I had enough confidence to slip my hand onto her breast and start mauling her. There was no objection so I dared myself to go one better and I felt between her legs. She opened them invitingly and I was so excited I nearly came there and then.
We carried on like that for maybe 5 minutes before she once again pushed me off. This time she stood up and before I could apologise for my conduct she started to peel off her clothes. It took a moment for it to sink in but such was my rush then that I had stripped off everything but my socks before she had taken her knickers off. With great anticipation I slipped under the sheets with her.
Now you have to remember that up until this point the furthest I had ever got with a girl was putting my finger in one. That was standing up in a park one night so it was nowhere near like not only lying next to a girl but my erect willy was firmly pressed against her as my tongue sought out her tonsils.
It wasn't long before the inevitable happened. She opened her legs and pulled me on top of her. With all the finesse of a shot putter attempting to play the violin wearing boxing gloves I pushed my willy against her in an attempt to seek that golden cave. Nothing. Again I attempted with no success. I knew she had a vagina down there because I had a quick feel of it before she dragged me on top. Her legs were so wide now her knees were an arms length apart but I still couldn't enter. Perhaps it had closed up.
A few minutes of useless trying later I was just about to give up and show the white flag when she just sighed and I felt her hand take hold of me. By the look in her eyes I could see that it was my last chance so I put extra effort into it as I lunged forward. Eureka! All of a sudden I could feel a warm wetness grasping my manhood. I just lay there for a moment in awe. Then as if hearing a starting pistol I pumped away like a squaddie ordered to do 50 press ups in 30 seconds by his sergeant major.
In a lot less than 50 press ups I shot my load. To say that I was exhilarated is putting it lightly. Sex was not only nice to dream about but it was lovely to do as well. A damn sight better than wanking. It was so good in fact that we did it another 4 times before Judy walked into the room to warn us it was getting near the time that Linda's parents would be home.
Like a soldier returning to hero worship I strode into the living room to see that Tony was stony faced. I later found out that he hadn't even got a snog out of Judy and didn't want to hear of my prowess. That drive home was one of the most carefree journeys of my life.
The point learned? Well it certainly made me realise that although up until then I had nothing but negative response from Steve's efforts at advertising my services in the end it pays off to leave your phone number where some girl or woman somewhere will pick it up. In other word’s advertise yourself.
They say that you never forget the first time. But in all honesty it all seems so vague to me what great event started to happen at 6:10pm on Friday 5th February 1971. The first thing was that my mother called to let me know there was a phone call for me. Nothing unusual in that other than it was a girl on the other end.
" Hello, is that John? We met last week at the Gilded Cage."
Now two things sprung to mind. One was that I never went to the Gilded Cage. The second thing was that I had never heard her voice before.
I resigned myself to the conclusion that it was yet another girl phoning me because she had seen my phone number inked onto the back of a bus seat. A friend who I shall not name, Steve, had a malicious habit of scrawling down my number on bus seats and toilet walls and wherever else he thought it might entice a weirdo to call me up. At least this girl sounded sane and she had tried to concoct a story.
It turned out that her name was Dianne and she lived up on the Castle Vale estate and according to what she said she and a friend would be alone at her parent’s house that night. She was phoning from a call box so it was only a fifty fifty chance that she was genuine. But a chance is a chance and seeing as how I had only planned to meet up with some friends for a drink that night I agreed to take a friend to her place at about 8pm.
After a quick think I immediately phoned Tony, who was a Romeo boy and told him that I had lined up two girls for me and him. It was at one of those rare points in time that he didn't have a girlfriend in tow so it didn’t take much persuasion to get him to agree to tag along.
Half excited and half afraid I had a quick bath and bade my farewell to my beloved parents. My mother gave me that knowing look that told me she knew I was up to something. Nevertheless 20 minutes later I pulled up on my Lambretta GP200 scooter outside Tony's house in Wiltshire Road, Perry Barr. Without wishing to sound anxious I laid out my plans to him.
"Listen Tone let's get one thing straight. I will park away from her Street and you aren’t to tell either of them that we came by scooter otherwise they will want a ride on it. As for who has which girl it is every man for himself."
Of course inwardly I had already conceded that he would probably get the best looking and if I was lucky the other one would take pity on me. My ace card was the scooter which I would use as a last resort in order to get some credit rating. With the plan set we made out our way the 5 miles or so to the estate.
Tony was dressed as immaculate as usual in a two tone shiny grey suit with freshly polished brogues and I had my trademark sta prest white trousers, check Ben Sherman shirt and Levi denim jacket. With my hands slightly sweating I rang the bell with the patter already rehearsed in my head. The door opened slowly.
"Hello Dianne, this is my mate Tony who has been released from his kennel tonight just to guard me from any predators."
She was about a year younger than me at 15, fresh faced with what looked like her school black pleated skirt and white shirt on. At about 5' 2" tall she was 4 inches shorter than me which gave me some confidence as Tony was 2 inches taller still. Her dark hair was shining as if freshly washed and it was obvious she was not only expecting us but had prepared for the occasion. It was silence at first then a big smile came on her face before she answered.
"You must be John, Dianne is upstairs, I am her friend Judy. Come in she will be down in a minute."
Deflated but not wishing to show any sign of embarrassment I smiled and led Tony inside to the front living room. It was a good start of sorts because although she was young at least she looked nice. I secretly crossed my fingers hoping that Dianne would be as nice as her.
Tony and me sat down on the main settee without saying anything. It seemed like 5 minutes before the door opened again and Dianne walked in. I was amazed to see that she was indeed better looking than Judy. A little bit taller but no threat to me she had light ginger hair and a much more composed expression than anyone else bar Tony. My heart was beating fast.
It didn't take long for the conversation to get flowing and everyone seemed to be getting on fine. It was easy to see that Tony had his eyes on Dianne so I tried as much as possible to include Judy in the chit chat. After about half an hour Dianne suggested that me and Tony went to the off licence to buy some more drinks as she didn’t want her parents to notice too much missing from the drinks cabinet. To help consolidate my plans I readily agreed and we went in search of some drink.
Whilst on our journey Tony mentioned that he wanted to give Dianne one and I casually tried to act unmoved by it by saying that Judy was pretty ok too. It was oblivious to him. He had set his mark and he knew that he would get his way.
When we got back I had a spotted an opportunity just to see if I could move in on Dianne when we were handing out the cans of beer. Dianne was still sitting in the same main chair she had been all night. In order to make a move I beckoned to Dianne that her can was on the table. She was a little peeved that she had to get up in order to retrieve it but that was exactly what I had planned. As soon as she had abandoned the seat I dived in and sat in her place.
I knew this would have one of two effects. She would either concede her throne and go and sit with Tony, who would leave Judy to me or she would order me to get off. If she ordered me off I would immediately go and sit next to Judy and seek her condolence. In fact Dianne did what I hadn't calculated on. She jumped back onto my lap and made some feeble attempt to wrench me from the chair. With her sitting on me it wasn't possible. After maybe three tugs around my neck she nestled into my lap. The Cheshire cat grin on my face almost made Tony puke.
Partly because I hadn't planned on this reply and partly because I was a shy, wet behind the ears virgin I didn't know what to do next. After maybe 10 minutes of general chit chat and a little fumbling Dianne stood up and excused herself to the bedroom upstairs. While she was gone I made the plans for the next move. As soon as I heard her coming down the stairs I rushed over and as the door into the living room started to open I pushed her back into the hallway. Like a confident man about town I pressed her up against the wall and started kissing her.
With no rebuttal I was kissing her french fashion like I had never kissed a girl before. This went on for about 5 minutes until she suddenly pushed me back. I was just consoling myself that I had at least got a snog out of it when she silently grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me up the stairs. To say I was excited as we entered the bedroom is an understatement. Once in there she pirouetted and fell flat on her back on the bed.
I was in heaven as I flopped on top of her and continued where we had left off downstairs. I had snogged girls before but never on a bed. After a few minutes I had enough confidence to slip my hand onto her breast and start mauling her. There was no objection so I dared myself to go one better and I felt between her legs. She opened them invitingly and I was so excited I nearly came there and then.
We carried on like that for maybe 5 minutes before she once again pushed me off. This time she stood up and before I could apologise for my conduct she started to peel off her clothes. It took a moment for it to sink in but such was my rush then that I had stripped off everything but my socks before she had taken her knickers off. With great anticipation I slipped under the sheets with her.
Now you have to remember that up until this point the furthest I had ever got with a girl was putting my finger in one. That was standing up in a park one night so it was nowhere near like not only lying next to a girl but my erect willy was firmly pressed against her as my tongue sought out her tonsils.
It wasn't long before the inevitable happened. She opened her legs and pulled me on top of her. With all the finesse of a shot putter attempting to play the violin wearing boxing gloves I pushed my willy against her in an attempt to seek that golden cave. Nothing. Again I attempted with no success. I knew she had a vagina down there because I had a quick feel of it before she dragged me on top. Her legs were so wide now her knees were an arms length apart but I still couldn't enter. Perhaps it had closed up.
A few minutes of useless trying later I was just about to give up and show the white flag when she just sighed and I felt her hand take hold of me. By the look in her eyes I could see that it was my last chance so I put extra effort into it as I lunged forward. Eureka! All of a sudden I could feel a warm wetness grasping my manhood. I just lay there for a moment in awe. Then as if hearing a starting pistol I pumped away like a squaddie ordered to do 50 press ups in 30 seconds by his sergeant major.
In a lot less than 50 press ups I shot my load. To say that I was exhilarated is putting it lightly. Sex was not only nice to dream about but it was lovely to do as well. A damn sight better than wanking. It was so good in fact that we did it another 4 times before Judy walked into the room to warn us it was getting near the time that Linda's parents would be home.
Like a soldier returning to hero worship I strode into the living room to see that Tony was stony faced. I later found out that he hadn't even got a snog out of Judy and didn't want to hear of my prowess. That drive home was one of the most carefree journeys of my life.
The point learned? Well it certainly made me realise that although up until then I had nothing but negative response from Steve's efforts at advertising my services in the end it pays off to leave your phone number where some girl or woman somewhere will pick it up. In other word’s advertise yourself.
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