I was still in college and was really looking forward to going out with this great looking guy that I had the hots for. To me this was going to be the date that topped all dates before, so it was very important to me to make a great impression on him. This guy was smart, athletic and very good looking and genuinely a nice person. He had dated the most popular girls on campus, so of course I felt the usual pressure of a first time date, but also felt that I would have to compete with these other girls. I was a total wreck but at the same time very anxious.
I went out and did some shopping for a new outfit, with daddy's credit card of course, it was nothing too fancy as we were only going to the movies and then out to dinner and a little dancing, it was going to be a very casual date but still I wanted to look my best. I bought a pretty summery skirt and a nice white blouse. The evening of my our date I showered, put on my best lingerie and my new outfit. I paid special attention to doing my hair, nails, and makeup.
I was keyed up to the highest level. This was my big night. In my mind I had built this up to be the most important day of my life.
He was on time to pick me up, which was a great start. The movie was exciting, and the dinner was amazing. We decided to go to a local nightclub for some dancing, and that is when the evening soured. Much to my chagrin, just after I started dancing, the waistband snapped on my panties. They started to slide down, and the more I moved, the lower they fell. When they fell to my ankles, I just quickly kicked them away. Fortunately the floor was so full of dancers that nobody seemed to notice. I kept blushing a bit every time I noticed someone step on what was once my very best panties.
Other than that one issue, our time together dancing was one of the most cherished memories of my life. He held me close, and we fit like two matching pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. We talked about what we were majoring in at at school, our life aspirations, and less serious jokes and anecdotes between dance numbers and sets. He was as fun to me as I seemed to be to him.
When it came time to leave, disaster seemed to follow. We pulled up in front of my apartment and he leaned over to kiss me goodnight, it was a great kiss but not one that told me he expected something more. It was very sweet and sensual it was the kind of kiss that lingered. All of a sudden he screeched “OW!” That’s not really what I wanted to hear while we were sharing our first kiss. He then pulled away and I could see a little blood tricking down his neck, as I was about to hyperventilate I realized what had happened. It seems the wire from my bra had broken free protruding through my blouse and when he leaned towards me to kiss me it stabbed him in the neck, at that point if I could have crawled into the glove compartment I would have. But as not to show my embarrassment I took a Kleenex out of my pocket and began to clean the wound, saying “I'm so sorry, how embarrassing please forgive me”. However he was just so understanding about the whole thing, and we even dated for a while, but I always felt that with every kiss after that he was wondering if he would be attacked again by my attack bra.
But as the old saying goes, every dark cloud has a silver lining. For me, that one bad night lead to a few more dates with a big man on campus, and because of that I never had to worry about a date for the rest of my college days.
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