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Skateboarding. (Or, how I got some action in the hospital.)


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When I was a sophomore in high school, I wanted to be a skater. So one day near the end of the school year, I got an old skateboard and tried to learn how to skate. First time I tried to grind a rail, I landed on my back and tore a ligament in my right elbow. I had to go to the hospital, and that's where I saw who I thought at the time was the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid eyes upon. She asked me before I went into surgery what had happened. When i told her, she held my hand and gave me a kiss.

After the surgery, she was there waiting for me. When my parents were in the other room, she reached her hand and grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I was about to start moaning, but she covered my mouth and told me to be quiet. I didn't moan, but she gave me the best hand job I'd ever had.

Unfortunately, after that, I never saw her again until the beginning of junior year, when I found out she started dating some football player who wanted to kick my ass. (He had found out what happened and wanted to kill me even though my hand job happened before they had even met.)

So I stuck to the skateboard video games, like Tony Hawk Pro Skater and shit.

 

Lesson: Handies rule, kids.

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Oh, and I forgot to mention that when the doctor took my parents away to medical billing, she jumped in my bed and told me to finger her. I was hesitant at first, but then she told me it would be okay. She slipped her panties off from underneath her black skirt. (She was wearing one of those skirts that are kind of wide at the bottom, you know?) I remember her panties, too. They were white with pink stripes. She may have been into the skater culture, but she still loved pink.

Anyway, she took my left hand, and moved it to her pussy and told me to insert one finger and move it around, then a second, until she started moaning uncontrollably. I had to stop, but when I about to pull my fingers out of her, she French kissed me. So I ended up going until she came. And man, when she came, she really did come. She squirted all over me in the hospital bed. It was so much I needed a change of bed clothes. When she finally left the room, she blew me a kiss, told me her name (Mandy) and said, "When you get out, find me, or I'll find you. I really like you."

Why couldn't she have come by my house during the summer? I told her where we lived. Oh, well.

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2 minutes ago, Fear of a Blank Planet said:

You know, like a flowy skirt? I can't really describe it.

No, I need to know.  Try harder.

 

There is plenty about this two-part story that provokes thought...namely that I was told to come to this thread.  Which means somebody must think my life is a series of strange encounters, possibly a series of sexy sexy strange encounters.😝 

33 minutes ago, Fear of a Blank Planet said:

This is proof that you, too, can get some under the strangest of circumstances.

 

😀

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Once I was mid kickflip and only my backfoot came in contact with the board. It landed square on the thin edge of side of the skateboard's tail, launching the board directly up into my throat.

I couldn't speak clearly for a few hours.

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So, the first time you tried to learn how to skate you started by grinding rails?

And the hottest girl you've ever met just happened to be roaming the hospital, giving out hand jobs like some sort of kinky Florence Nightingale?

And this angel from up on high  just happened to attend your school where she dated the stereotypical bad guy jock who "somehow" found out about your letter to penthouse and was after you?

 

sounds legit....

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3 hours ago, Vela said:

No, I need to know.  Try harder.

 

There is plenty about this two-part story that provokes thought...namely that I was told to come to this thread.  Which means somebody must think my life is a series of strange encounters, possibly a series of sexy sexy strange encounters.😝 

 

😀

I guess you can call it a tennis skirt?

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On 6/24/2019 at 4:41 PM, Mix said:

So, the first time you tried to learn how to skate you started by grinding rails?

And the hottest girl you've ever met just happened to be roaming the hospital, giving out hand jobs like some sort of kinky Florence Nightingale?

And this angel from up on high  just happened to attend your school where she dated the stereotypical bad guy jock who "somehow" found out about your letter to penthouse and was after you?

 

sounds legit....

 

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Yep. Sounds just like me.

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Though funnily enough, when she and I started back to school our junior year, she never wore it. Not even once. It's almost like she threw it out because she was so ashamed of the pain it ended up causing me. (Yeah, remember that football player dude she was dating? Well, one day, he jumped me in front of the band hall on my way to the gymnasium for basketball practice. Gave me a black eye and a split lip. That's okay, though. I gave him a bloody nose, a couple broken ribs, and a kick to the balls. When she heard about what happened, she told him to either apologize to me or they were through. So he dumped her.)

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Still a skateboarder and I'm pushing 30.. Stories like this are why I've actually invested time in teaching people how to skate. When I was in high school some of the younger kids parents would even pay me to give their kids lessons in an attempt to minimize accidents that might need a trip to a hospital.

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2 hours ago, PhilosipherStoned said:

Still a skateboarder and I'm pushing 30.. Stories like this are why I've actually invested time in teaching people how to skate. When I was in high school some of the younger kids parents would even pay me to give their kids lessons in an attempt to minimize accidents that might need a trip to a hospital.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I had asked several skater friends of mine to teach me, and they told me to go learn on my own. So really, blame their sorry ass, well, asses.

Still, it wasn't so bad. I got a hand job from that one girl while I was in the hospital and she let me finger her before she left.

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16 hours ago, Fear of a Blank Planet said:

Though funnily enough, when she and I started back to school our junior year, she never wore it. Not even once. It's almost like she threw it out because she was so ashamed of the pain it ended up causing me. (Yeah, remember that football player dude she was dating? Well, one day, he jumped me in front of the band hall on my way to the gymnasium for basketball practice. Gave me a black eye and a split lip. That's okay, though. I gave him a bloody nose, a couple broken ribs, and a kick to the balls. When she heard about what happened, she told him to either apologize to me or they were through. So he dumped her.)

That's too bad, she sounded nice.

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31 minutes ago, Fear of a Blank Planet said:

She was. She was wonderful. She ended up moving away around Christmas. Her dad got a new job in Utah.

I hope she's done well and had a good life so far.

Yes, her moving makes logical sense as to why you didn't attempt to hook up with her after the dumpage.

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On 6/24/2019 at 12:44 PM, Fear of a Blank Planet said:

Oh, and I forgot to mention that when the doctor took my parents away to medical billing, she jumped in my bed and told me to finger her. I was hesitant at first, but then she told me it would be okay. She slipped her panties off from underneath her black skirt. (She was wearing one of those skirts that are kind of wide at the bottom, you know?) I remember her panties, too. They were white with pink stripes. She may have been into the skater culture, but she still loved pink.

Anyway, she took my left hand, and moved it to her pussy and told me to insert one finger and move it around, then a second, until she started moaning uncontrollably. I had to stop, but when I about to pull my fingers out of her, she French kissed me. So I ended up going until she came. And man, when she came, she really did come. She squirted all over me in the hospital bed. It was so much I needed a change of bed clothes. When she finally left the room, she blew me a kiss, told me her name (Mandy) and said, "When you get out, find me, or I'll find you. I really like you."

Why couldn't she have come by my house during the summer? I told her where we lived. Oh, well.

Maybe she died?

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