Teenage years of touching & groping

An image of a vintage car and a young woman on the hood, to go with the post about teenage years.

This post was originally published in July 2012, but with the prompt of ‘teenage years’ repeating on Wicked Wednesday, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to update and highlight this post again.

It started before my teenage years

I was a precocious teen. Sex interested me from when I was a preteen, and continued into my teenage years. I know this must have come from what happened when I was about nine years old, as that is what ‘introduced’ me to sexual actions. It awakened my interest in sex and my desire to explore. Just like others, I started by touching myself.

This was in those early years, but then the hormones hit and I got interested in boys. Older boys. Boys of my own age totally bored me.

Teenage experiences

Our neighbors had two sons. One of them was a year younger than me, the other five years older. Obviously, the older one interested me more. I can’t remember clearly if he ever touched me, but he might have when we stood talking together at the fence. What I clearly do remember, is that I flashed him quite a number of times. He stood at the fence, in their garden, and I sat on our veranda, facing him. We both made sure there was no one around to see us, before I would spread my legs and show him my crotch. Sometimes I would even pull my knickers aside to show him more.

The excitement of that was enough for quite some time, but there came a time I wanted so much to be touched inappropriately.

This happened at a drive-in not far from where we lived. In fact, from our garden we could see the back of the huge screen. Our parents sometimes allowed us to go to the early show, and then we walked there, taking the footpath through the surrounding bushes. At the drive-in, next to the cafeteria in the back of the grounds, was a huge grassy slope. This is the place where many teenage couples lay on or under blankets. Want to guess what happened there? Yes, I too felt and enjoyed the hands in my bra or panties.

A night at the movies

On one of those movie-nights, I ran into the older neighbor-boys, who was there by car, with some friends. Joe was one of his friends, and someone I already had an eye on for some time. He was in the army, just starting his obligatory military service. I joined them in the car, and sat in the back between Joe and another guy, with neighbor-boy in the front, and a girl in the seat next to him.

When Joe put his arm around my shoulders, a thrill ran through my body, and it was only in later years I understood it came from pure horny feelings. At that moment, in those teenage years, i was only yet starting to learn more about my body and what I liked. He pulled me closer, and when I looked up at him, we kissed. Oh my god, we kissed. I was a fourteen year old girl with puppy love feelings for this young man, and he kissed me!

For years after I felt embarrassed when I thought back on the moments that followed the kiss, but as I got to know more about myself, the embarrassment disappeared and only the sweet memories remained.

Getting what I wanted

Somewhere during the kiss I lost some of my inhibitions. I swung my leg over his and straddled him, facing him. We kissed again and maybe our crotches touched. That memory is not clear, but I do remember his fingers undoing the top button of my blouse. His hand disappeared inside, found my shoulder and slowly moved down.

Oh, how I waited for him to touch me. You know, right there! To slip his hand into my bra and touch my breast. That was what I wanted, and I wanted it so bad.

We still kissed, not looking at each other. His hand moved painstakingly slow, and in my head I screamed for him to touch me. Then, finally – finally! – his hand covered my breast; my small hard nipple caught between his thumb and forefinger.

The built up anticipation and that delicious feeling when at last he touched me like that, were too much. I threw my head back and sighed. The sigh was an audible sound of passion; a sound of climaxing. It surprised me as much as the others, and embarrassment took hold of me when everyone looked at me and I realized they all could see he had his hand inside my blouse.

Teenage years of touching and groping

We all knew damn well what boys wanted from girls and what girls wanted from boys. It was not about sex, not at first. Not in those younger years, even though I know that someone like Joe might have wanted more, but I was still under-aged. No, it was about touching and groping. About exploring. About getting to know your body.

And all through this, even though we all knew what we did, we never talked about it, and we surely never wanted anyone else to see when we were actually doing it! Hence the blankets when we were on that grassy slope, and my embarrassment when I realized Joe’s hand was still in my blouse.

That evening is engraved in my memories. It was the first time I made a sound during any kind of erotic encounter. Joe became my boyfriend for a couple of weeks, but eventually we drifted apart, because the naughtiest boy in my class caught my attention…

ยฉ Rebel’s Notes
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27 thoughts on “Teenage years of touching & groping

  1. Your story made me smile. Wanting it so badly all the way to the ultimate climax: a hand on your breast! It really was sweet and it fit perfectly with your age.

    1. Thank you, Liz. The little forbidden things back then were SO exciting ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. Really like this post – threw me back to those teenage fumblings – and love the ending – the naughtiest boy! Yes – of course he would get your attention lol
    May xx

    1. Haha and attention he had, not only from me. The story is on my blog ๐Ÿ˜‰ xox

  3. Marie, I love how you described innocent exploration and the discovery of just how good anotherโ€™s touch can be. So good you just have to make a joyful noise. Great glimpse of not so innocent innocence!

  4. Hey Marie
    I love reading your posts and you always describe a scene so it is so easy to envision. This setting is always something I struggle with because in my mind anyone who lays a finger on someone underage should be locked up and put in jail. I have so many friends who were touched and petted by people they should have been able to trust – teachers, scots leaders, religious connections, football coaches and the list goes on and on. All of them have struggled as adults. Some of them severely. It makes me sick to think of how many adults have preyed on the natural curiosity of pre-teens and teenagers who are learning about their body for the first time.
    I wish children and teenagers were allowed to just explore nature, enjoy education, and learn all about maintaining friendships and relationships before they were exposed to sex. It’s hard to protect children completely and at some stage they need to learn how beautiful a gift sex can be. But sometimes I feel it’s gone too far the other way and children are exposed to things that could do a lot of damage. I get so angry when I think of people who would take advantage of a child’s trust, innocence and their curiosity.
    How I wish that unselfish love and trust could govern the way all people enjoyed sex – how I wish that young people were safe in this world.

    1. I agree with you, Jenna, young people should be safe. It’s a cruel world we live in…

  5. I, too, was a precocious teen. Who-wee, more than I care to remember, at times! And I had something quite similar to this happen to me with a 19 year old boy at about the age of 14. Wow, what memories you brought back!

    I’ve included this in my Friday Favorites for this week. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Glad to have brought back some memories for you!
      Thanks so much for including me in your Friday Favorites ๐Ÿ˜€
      Rebel xox

  6. Such delicious images in my mind reading this recount.. The anticipation, the wondering, the lust.. yum yum yum!

    Oh and you are such a tease, mentioning the naughtiest boy in class! Now you will absolutely HAVE to tell!

    xoxo Jana

  7. This is such a sweet, exciting recollection of youthful sexual exploration. As you say, it may not have been about sex per se, but it was definitely a major step in your sexual development. Beautiful job sharing something so intimate and personal.

    And of course we want to read more about this naughtiest boy in your class. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Thanks for your compliment.
      Just watch this space and the story of the naughtiest boy might be told sometime in future ๐Ÿ˜‰
      Rebel xox

  8. I remember the groping and kissing I engaged in behind sports sheds and chapels when I was that age.

    This is a lovely, lovely story you have captured and expressed it so well.

  9. Ohhh the flirting, touchnig, teasing, giggling…..
    Then the kissing *sighs* the groping, squeezing, fumbling……
    The excitement, exacerbated by those pesky hormones which make everything amazing or the end of the world…. like you say for about 2 weeks!
    Lily xxx

  10. Oh the naughtiest boy, yes please!!!! Lol – I found mine in my 40’s!!!

    Really want to read about yours now!!!

    Great post as always!!! Love the images that came into my mind as I read….

    ~Mia~ xx

    1. Thank you, Mia. Seems I definitely will have to tell about the naughtiest boy. I cannot disappoint you all, can I? ๐Ÿ˜‰ xox

  11. yes now I also want to know of the naughtiest boy. I kind of circumvented the prompt because my teenage years were filled with things I choose to ignore. One bright spot, my first time. Let’s just say I cannot listen to a Journey song without going back to that day..

    1. mmm would love to hear about your first time, especially since it has special memories for you!
      Rebel xox

  12. Ah yes… that brought back memories of my own first touches with a boy. I was a good bit older, I didn’t get my first kiss until I was 16 and that was the year I started those explorations with my first ‘serious’ boyfriend ๐Ÿ˜‰

    ~Kazi xxx

  13. That was a beautifully honest expose Rebel – and now you will just have to tell us all about the ‘Naughtiest boy in the class’. Or do we already know about that ? ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. I have never told the story about the naughtiest boy before, but I might in future ๐Ÿ˜‰
      Thanks for your comment, Clive ๐Ÿ™‚ xox

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