MY FIRST SERIOUS AFFAIR – PART 1

At the age of 13 I had an operation to remove a tumor at the back of my brain. After the operation I was left blind. It was a great shock and it took me months to come to terms with it. Sometimes I still rebel against the fact, but what the hell, I am enjoying my life and it is why I am writing this.

I stayed at home for almost a year, but then I was sent to a school for blind children. It was far from where we live so I had to stay in the school’s boarding home. I had actually completed Grade 8, but they thought it best if I repeated the year to learn to read Braille and adapt to the life of a blind kid. I managed quite well and within a short time I was tuned into my new life.

My parents were strict Christians and the school which I attended was also owned by the church and they enforced the religion quite strictly. Girls and boys were kept apart with strict rules. We had separate boarding homes and the play grounds were separated with path ways which were borders not to be crossed. It was thus that I did not get to learn much about boys for quite some time. I was also timid and shy and tried to be a good girl. I did not mix much with the girls that were considered to be the BAD girls. I had a little brother that was 10 years younger than me so I knew what a boy’s thingie looked like, but for the rest, I was very ignorant.

In grade 9 a boy named David asked me to become his girlfriend. He was in his final year, so I was very honoured and excited by this and eagerly agreed. We could not see much of each other, because of the strict rules, but here and there we found ocasions to meet secretly. At first we just chatted and held hands. Then, one day, he kissed me when we said our good byes. I was both embarrassed and excited by this. I lay in bed that night and went over the night’s events over and over, savoring the feel of his lips on mine. The next time we met he held me close and began kissing me seriously. For a long time we stood holding each other with our lips pressed together. Then I felt his lips opening a bit and his tongue press against my lips. At first, I was too shocked to do anything, but after a while I opened my lips and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It excited me tremendously and after a long time I managed to pluck up enough courage to push my tongue into his mouth as well. It felt so good to feel his strong hard body against me and our tongues touching each other.

We did this for a couple of times after that until one night, he moved his hand slowly in between us and began touching my tittie. Again, I was embarrassed, but it felt so good that I did not resist. Eventually he was fondling both my titties while we were still kissing. Then he moved his one hand down towards my crotch. This embarrassed me too much and I held his hand. He then tried with his other hand and I had to hold it as well. He broke my grip and tried again. I began to cry and told him to stop it. He became angry and told me I’m a stupid little child. I was very badly hurt and cried all the way to my room. The other girls in my dormitory wanted to know what happened, but I could not tell them. The next day I told my best friend about what happened and she said that I did the right thing.

Then later that day another girl told me something that made me feel that I would never want to see David again. She said she had overheard a couple of boys talk the previous day. One of them asked David what my private place feels like and when he told them he had not touch me down there yet, they laughed at him and told him he must let them smell his hand that night when he comes back from seeing me.