Naughty First

I am such a shy guy that dating women used to be difficult for me. In those days I had worn big pebble thick glasses and I didn't think any lady had wanted to date me. At work on the telephone I verbally flirted with some of the ladies in the other offices. I liked Debbie from the Manchester office. She had sounded really sweet and lovely. I hadn't had any confidence to ask a lady in my office out for a date.

Opposite me sat David and he was a married man. He had been flirty to ladies in Germany when he had been phoning our office in Hamburg. Then he had sounded as dull of dishwater when he had been speaking on the phone to his wife. I had felt jealous when I had seen photos of his gorgeous looking wife.

Next to David sat Mike and he had a mirror in his desk drawer. He had been checking his appearance ever such a lot throughout the whole day. One quiet afternoon he had asked me why I hadn't been dating any women. I had explained to her that I hadn't been dating women because none of them had fancied me. I had taken his advice and joined a curtain making class at the local college.

I had been the only man there and there had been eleven gorgeous looking ladies there. I hadn't been at all good with the needle work but some of the lovely ladies had helped me. I had thought Kate had looked really cute. I had liked the look of Lucy. Really it was Kelly that had been most beautiful of all the women.

When I had told Mike about the evening class he had smiled and then said well done. He suggested that I went to see my optician to ask about getting contact lenses. So I did that and came home with a pair of contact lenses. I had slowly built up the time I had spent wearing them.

The next evening class had been even better. I had noticed Lucy smiling at me. I had come over to her table and complemented her stitching on the curtain she has been making. Somehow I had got the courage to ask her out for a drink with me. I nearly died of shock when she has agreed. That evening I had taken her to a bar by the duck pond.

She had taken me back to her bedroom in the shared house she lived in. I had told her that I adore going to the beach and she had said that she liked that sort of activity as well. It was magical when she gave me a sweet and loving kiss on my lips. I knew that my plan for dating women had worked. I was twenty eight and was at last able to be successful at dating women. I was so grateful to Mike.