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"I-I don't know what to say. I haven't been on a date in ages. I don't know how to act. I certainly don't know how to act around a teenager like you. What are you fifteen?"

That's what I mean, I looked young. "Eighteen. Neither do I, Mr. Jansen. We'll learn together," I laughed. "Besides, I heard you talking to my dad, you wanted to see this movie."

Mr. Jansen insisted on paying. "That's what guys do on a real date, Harry." That was nice of him.

The theatre was less than half full and when the lights went down, I held Mr. Jansen's hand. Twenty minutes later, still holding his hand, I guided it under my skirt. I whispered, "isn't this what boys try to do on a date?"

Jansen didn't say anything, but I could feel him trying to move his hand away. I held it against my thigh, and over the next few minutes pushed that hand higher and higher. When it reached my panties, I let go.

Mr. Jansen didn't remove his hand, and in a few minutes was rubbing my pussy through my panties.

That's when I got up, "I have to go to the ladies' room. I'll be right back."

I was right back, but my panties were in my bag. I wanted to feel like I was on a real date. My best friend, Alicia Carston wasn't shy about telling me about her dates. "Harry, boys try to put their finger in there, and I let them. It feels so good."

Alicia really did mean boys (plural). She always seemed to have a date. Maybe that was why.

I'd never even had the chance to let a boy try. Now, I did and it wasn't a boy, it was a man, Mr. Jansen.

I sat back down and immediately took his hand and guided it under my skirt. I didn't stop at my thighs, but even in the dark theatre I could see his eyes get bigger when he found my pussy.

According to Alicia, those boys stuck their finger up her pussy. That's not what Mr. Jansen did.

I'd been masturbating for a few years. It took a while for me to find my clitoris but when I did, every night and most mornings, I gave myself the most intense pleasure. I covered my face with a pillow when I had an orgasm. I was involuntarily loud and my parents' bedroom was right down the hall.

Right there in the theatre that's how Mr. Jansen did me. Thankfully, the comedy on the screen had a very funny line at the exact moment I came and everyone laughed loudly. Only Mr. Jansen and I noticed my loud moan. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. It was so much better than when I did myself.

You just know I was going to want it again.

TO BE CONTINUED

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