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Hi everyone! I’m new to the forums and I thought I’d post something on here. I recently decided to commit to approaching girls as a skill set, rather than “just be yourself” which doesn't sit right with me. Here’s to improving with women, and improving myself as a man!

This happened a couple of months ago. I intended to go for sex, but it went a bit wrong. It’s both a FR+ and a FU. Up until then it was going great, though. I think y’all will like it :)

STORYTIME

I was boarding an international flight. I had just scanned my boarding pass at the gate, and stood in the queue of passengers stretching just out of the plane’s front door.

The line started to move, as though it were an accordion. I crept forward on autopilot, remembering the bittersweet past few days. The line went forward, and as I walked past the flight attendant and into the cabin, my focus shifted to finding my seat. The line advanced slowly, and so did the numbers. 11…12…13…

And then, I heard giggling.

“Hehehe!”

An absolutely beautiful, gorgeous girl, with eyes that screamed energy and intelligence, maybe in her early 20s, was looking at me, and so was another passenger. What was so funny? I looked at her with a “Huh?” face.

“Hehehe!”

Then it struck me why she was laughing. I smiled.

By this point I was standing in the next column of seats (not the one I was assigned to), next to this girl. It was crowded, and she was closer to the overhead bin, so I gave her my backpack and said “Think you can put this up? My arms aren’t quiiite long enough.” She giggled and put it in the bin.

I then sat down…and so did this girl, right next to me. The other passenger had sat down somewhere else.

“sigh…now we can relax. Where are you off to?”, I asked.

She smiled. “I’m getting off in Beijing. I’m studying medicine there.”

“Hmm…are all doctors pretty?”

She blushed and looked away. “Maybe…”

“I haven’t eaten for 12 hours.” She said, after a pause.

I had half a sandwich from the airport. “Here, you want this? I’m full.”

“Thanks.”

She ate some. “How much did that cost?”

“Uh, 10 Euros? Not too much.”

We flirted a bit more, and got to know each other - where we’re from, what she’s studying, what’s home like, etc. Then -

“By the way, how old are you?” I asked.

“19.”

“18.”

She looked at me like Really?. She thought I was like 25 :p. I laughed.

“You have dimples!” she exclaimed.

“Wait really?” A smile crept on my face.

“Yup. Yeah, you do!”

I made a remark, and she lightly acknowledged it. Then I looked out the window at the other planes on the runway.

“What’s your book about?” She asked, pointing to my book. It was about the nervous system, but I decided it’d be boring to just tell her about it…so I showed her.

“Oh that? I’ll demonstrate. Here, give me your hand.”

She gave me her hand.

“Your hands are soft.” she told me. I smiled.

“You know your nerves? We have them in our brain, and throughout our bodies. There are so many in your fingers, letting you feel everything.” I said this while caressing her hand with both of mine, gazing softly into her eyes.

She laughed like is this guy for real?, putting her face in her other hand.

Then she looked back at me, and just saw that soft gaze on my face. She laughed again, but I held steady. The plane was taxiing now.

And then her face changed. She stared back into my eyes. Then looked ahead, thinking.

Her hands now in mine, I put my face close to hers. I held her chin, pulling it in…and then she turned away.

“You’ve never kissed a boy five minutes after meeting him, have you?” She nodded, a smile creeping onto her face.

“The others weren’t very handsome, were they?” I teased. She laughed a little.

For a couple minutes I held her hands, my lips inches from hers, my eyes half closed. I turned her chin again…but she again resisted.

“Everyone’s staring”, she whispered, looking around the cabin. She was right - people were looking on with perplexed looks. But frankly? I hadn’t noticed till now - this girl was the only other person in my world for the past 20 minutes. And to be honest, I did not care either way.

“You’re afraid of what they think?”

“A little.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be alright. We’re never going to see any of these people again. Who cares what they think? They’re jealous of us, anyway. They wish they could be us right now.”

She nodded. By this time the plane had arrived at the runway.

I went for it again, and she pulled away again.

“You want to kiss in the sky, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah. The ground isn’t good enough.”

30 seconds later, the jet engines roared, and we picked up speed, still in our embrace. The roar went through my ears, but it didn’t even register.

Soon, we were a mile above the ground. This time, I moved my own lips to hers. And this time, she melted. We kissed for what felt like ages, her soft lips on mine.

After we stopped, we rested a bit. The cabin lights were still on, so we couldn’t get too excited yet.

We chatted a little, and she felt tired. I lifted up the armrest dividing us, and she put her head on my shoulder and went to sleep.

Eventually the cabin lights went off. I put her head in my lap, with her lying a bit sideways (but still sitting). After 10 minutes (to make sure the lights didn’t turn back on :O) I started running my hands over her body. I gently got her awake, slid my hand down her pants (which were very tight), and whispered, “Hey, help me a bit. Your pants are a little hard to do stuff with.”

“Don’t do that please. Please don’t. It’s not about you…I really like you, but it’s my first time. Sex.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a first time for everything. Besides, it’s good to lose your virginity to someone who’s worth it.”

“Yeah, but it’s just…it’s my first time and I’m a bit scared.”

“I think you’re a wonderful girl, all right? I love you.”

“I love you too.” and she went back to sleep.

We made out at various times throughout the flight, but she resisted sex. I didn’t physically escalate much past that, as I didn’t want to be too pushy (or rape her, god forbid). Eventually she went to sleep for a couple hours.

Eventually our flight landed, and she woke up…but the look in her eyes was gone, replaced by a faint disappointment. I could sense the change. As we disembarked and got our luggage, she was bold enough to ask me to carry her large luggage…which I declined, unless she carried one handle. But we went our separate ways. She had class in six hours, and I had a connecting flight.

MY ANALYSIS

I think it went perfectly up until I went for sex. At that point, when she said she was worried, I backed off…I intended to go for more later, maybe handle objections, but that failed. I didn’t want to be pushy or to force her into something she wasn’t ready for, but I think I took too much off. She was probably expecting me to overcome it, and I failed.

I think she might have also gotten the wrong message when I told her “I love you”. I intended to mean I cared for her and really liked her, which was absolutely true. I wasn’t attached to her, though, not like how “I love you” usually means. I didn’t love her, but I think she got the wrong message and thought I meant I was very attached to her.

Either way, she lost respect for me. If I could go back I would have persisted harder and properly physically escalated, persisting without forcing her. I feel bad about not giving her what she wanted…but lesson learned for future.

That’s just my own analysis, and I might be wrong or incomplete. Thoughts are welcome!

DISCLAIMER: Some minor details have been changed (profession, location names, etc.). Ages are SLIGHTLY fudged (less than 3 years). Everything else is the same. Just letting people know for transparency.
 
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