It seemed almost like a full time occupation!

I bet you and your friends would spend ages analyzing and advising each other on techniques to use and rules to follow in order to succeed.

It was a bit like having your own little version of the Sex and the City girls going on – talking about what to wear, where to go, when to call, when not to call and all the rest of it.

Suddenly though, we meet “the one”, settle down, have children and live a life of wedded bliss and slowly but surely forget all the stuff we learned about successfully dealing with the opposite sex.

So when the fairytale comes to a sudden and abrupt end and we are thrust unceremoniously back into the dating arena – well, we simply no longer have a clue what to do!

Sure enough, we start behaving like complete idiots rather than the epitome of  dating sophistication that we once were. We act desperate, call too often, laugh too much, ask the wrong questions and just basically lay ourselves wide open to being taken for a ride and getting hurt all over again.

Like it or not, dating is a game to be played and like all games, there are certain rules to follow to make sure you get to the end – passing “go” and picking up a few treats on the way!

If you want to find and keep your perfect match without getting hurt or losing your head, just refresh your memory with these few simple guidelines on how to play the game and win!

A Few General Dating Rules

Always make an effort to look good. I’m not saying you should be judged on your looks, but it is just good manners to make an effort when meeting your date.

Enigmatic women drive men wild. It pays not to reveal too much too soon!

Use your manners and lay off the bottle. Getting drunk, forgetting your “please and thank-yous”, arriving late – they all go towards creating an unfavourable impression rather than eliciting a second date.

Dating a married man is a ticket to getting your heart broken. Only rarely do they ever leave “the wife”. You’re just allowing yourself to be an amusing diversion. You deserve better.

Try dating “a different type”. It was your “usual type” that put you in the position you’re in!

If he starts showing signs of neediness and insecurity, head for the hills! Chances are, you’ve already got children – you’re looking for a man, not a boy.

Never ever talk about past lovers and how they “performed”. Men do not like it – ‘nough said.

Don’t ever tell lies to your date. A year down the line when you’re blissfully in love, all can be shattered by the discovery of that one untruth when you were just starting out. Besides, you’re good enough as you are – you don’t need to make things up just to impress! Good relationships are based on honesty and trust.

Should you or shouldn’t you? You know what I mean! Sex on the first date…. Well, in my opinion, it’s a no-no. I wouldn’t think much of him afterwards, and I’m pretty sure it’d change his opinion of me too!

Finally – be safe! And I don’t just mean if you choose to ignore my last piece of advice. (Incidentally, women can buy condoms too you know). Anyway, tell your friends when you’re meeting him, where you’re meeting and make sure you take your phone.

Always remember, you’re gorgeous, you’re funny, you’re fabulous and the world is your oyster!
 

My best girlfriend and I have been at a party. The DJ just put the usual, smoochy, “last song of the evening, boys and girls” on the turntable.

All the loved up couples start to emerge from the darkened perimeter of the dance floor, hardly bothering to un-glue their faces from each other as they shuffle into the sparkly lights and start that funny little tiny-steps, circular dance thing they always do.

photo credit: nayrb7

Rachel and I slowly make our way off the dance floor, hot and hyped up from spending the whole evening moving our bodies to rock music, flirting and teasing the boys as we wriggled and rubbed up against them in our mini skirts and barely there tops.

We were always the wildest 2 in our school year. Now we’re here, at Matt’s 18th birthday party – probably one of the last parties we’ll all be at together before going our separate ways to university, careers and our grown-up futures.

Jeff, Matt’s younger brother, is here. He’s only a year younger than us but we’ve never really paid him much attention – until tonight that is.

He’s been away in France since the start of the Summer holidays, at a training camp for white-water canoeing. His whole family are canoeing nuts, but Jeff has that something extra and has been picked to train for the national team.

He arrived late and Rachel and I just looked at each other as he stood in the doorway – 6 ft tall, shoulders to die for, his white tee-shirt stretched tight across a chest the size of a double bed. Little brother has certainly done a lot of growing up in the last couple of months and we both know what the other is thinking!

Sex with Jeff – may the best woman win!

Now the evening is coming to a close and we aren’t ready for it all to end. We drift back into the other room where the bar and most of the boys are – well, the ones without a girlfriend.

Over in the corner, Rachel and I spot Jeff, talking to a couple of boys we’re friends with and seize the opportunity.

Neither of us is interested in thoughts of love and having a steady boyfriend. What’s the point? Come September we’ll be off to different parts of the country and would only have to endure the separation. Besides, who knows what fresh dating talent will be waiting for us when we get to Uni’?

However, we still have needs and right now we’re about to have one of our little competitions and see who gets to take “canoe boy” for a ride down a country lane.

Jeff has always been really quiet, something we’ve always taken for shyness. He hardly says a word as we join our friends and start joking about the size of his muscles and how blond he’s become after weeks in the hot, French sunshine.

A couple of the boys start flirting with us, but we make it quite clear that it’s not them we’re interested in and they soon start drifting off, looking to get a last crack at any unattached girls before the party ends and people start to leave.

Surprisingly, Jeff stays where he is, coolly sipping his beer with a half-smile on his face.

Rachel manages to get herself stood right next to him and isn’t shy about making sure her right breast is pressed up hard against his well muscled upper arm. Jeff doesn’t react, just carries on drinking his beer and smiling at me.

I suddenly sense the tables are slowly being turned on us – quiet, shy, little brother is obviously enjoying all this attention and knows full well the sexy game Rachel and I are playing.

As the last of our friends wanders off, he finally speaks and asks me if I’m driving my parents car tonight. I tell him I am and that it’s been Rachel’s turn to drink so I’m completely sober.

“Pity” he says.

“Why?” I ask.

“Well I’ve heard my brother and his friends talk about you and what you’re like after you’ve had a few beers – I was thinking that maybe this might be my lucky night”.

Rachel suddenly starts to choke on the mouthful of beer she’s just had and I simply stand there, eyes wide in disbelief at his statement and the affect it’s just had on my body.

What’s he playing at? He knows the rules – we’re the oldest girls in the school and you don’t make the first move if you’re in any year below ours.

But instead of putting him in his place, I suddenly realise I’m feeling excited by the idea that’s just flashed through my mind.

“I don’t have to have been drinking to let my inhibitions go – it could be a good thing for you that I’mdriving. How about I give you a lift home – after we’ve taken a little detour. What do you reckon, Rachel?”

The three of us head for the back door of the building, so as to leave un-noticed and are soon high in the hills above our village, heading for a country park with parking spaces well hidden from the road.

When we arrive, Rachel is the first out of the car and shouts to me to leave the music playing and the headlights on as she makes her way through the darkness, heading for one of the picnic tables lit by the car lights on the grass verge.

She quickly climbs on top of the table and starts dancing.

“What are you waiting for?”, Jeff asks me and I grin back at him before going to join my friend dancing in the headlights on top of the table, putting on a show for Jeff.

We rub our bodies up against each other and run our hands over the others buttocks and thighs. Rachel puts her hands on my shoulders and turns me around, sliding her hands down over my breasts.

I start to pull away as I’ve never done anything like this before, but the devil in me decides to stay where I am and put on a show, putting Jeff back in his place.

After a couple of minutes having my nipples played with and my breasts squeezed and rubbed, I realise I’m starting to enjoy myself and forget all about Jeff, who is now out of the car and sat watching us from the bench opposite our table.

I feel my girlfriend’s hands slide down to my waist and then back up and under the cropped, red tee-shirt I’m wearing. I don’t wear a bra, I’m only 18 and really don’t need one so I gasp as I feel her hands make contact with my bare skin. My knees almost give way as a shock of pleasure and excitement tears through my body.

Feeling more horny than ever before, I push my buttocks back against Rachel’s crotch and hear her start to moan in my ear.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands on my thighs and remember Jeff. He climbs up to join us on the table, pressing his hard cock against my groin and kissing me with the most intense desire.

Quickly, Rachel slips out from behind me and goes to stand behind Jeff – sandwiching him between the two of us. We have him trapped and start to run our hands all over his body, sliding ourselves up and down his big strong thighs, un-buckling his belt and pulling his tee-shirt over his head.

He quickly pulls my top off and I shudder as I feel my hard, tingling nipples crushed against his smooth, rippling chest. Rachel is kneeling behind him, easing his trousers down his legs, followed by his boxers and I suddenly feel his cock pressing against my naked stomach.

I pull away and glance down to see the end of it glistening with pre-cum ooze in the glow of the car lights.

I can’t resist it and sink to my knees to lick the end of his knob before swallowing him as deep as I possibly can. I hear Jeff start to groan and become aware of Rachel changing position to slide round behind me again.

She slips her hands under my skirt and between my legs where my silky pants are already wet with my excitement. I can’t believe my girlfriend is doing this to me but I’m enjoying it too much to be able to push her away.

Besides, I couldn’t even if I wanted to as Jeff now his hands buried deep in my hair as he thrusts his cock back and forth into my mouth, making it impossible for me to move.

Rachel is running her hands up and down my back, dragging her nails gently across my skin, then around under my arms, playing with my nipples once more.

I stop being able to think and realise all I can do now is “feel”. Every inch of my body is tingling with excitement and the ache between my legs is becoming almost unbearable.

Suddenly, Jeff pulls out of my mouth and jumps down from the table and flips me from on my knees to lying on my back with my legs dangling over the edge.

He sinks to his knees on the grass and, forcing my legs apart, buries his head between my thighs. Rachel climbs down too and momentarily pulls his head away so she can slide my skimpy thong down my legs before pushing his face back into my sopping groin.

She just stands there watching, rubbing between her own legs as Jeff licks and sucks my most private parts bringing me to the edge of orgasm. But I don’t want to come this way. I want to feel him inside me, his hands gripping hard on my buttocks as he thrusts into me over and over again.

Jeff does as I want and I can’t believe how big he feels as he starts to slide into me. I really can’t believe this is happening, especially when I feel Rachel’s lips against my neck and then her tongue starting to trace a soft, slippery path, down towards my breasts.

I catch my breath as I feel her teeth gently teasing my right nipple, her hand massaging my left breast and all the while, Jeff is thrusting in and out of me. Between them, they’re carrying me away to a place I’d never known existed. Pictures of what the three of us must look like flashed through my mind, exciting me even more.

Suddenly, Rachel stops what she’s doing and climbs up onto the table. Before I have time to even think about what she’s doing, she positions herself over my face and lowers her smooth, hairless pussy down and onto my gasping mouth.

Jeff can’t believe what he’s seeing and starts to go wild inside my body. Rachel lets out a long, low sigh as I begin to move my tongue over her lips and circle her clitoris. I start to feel my own orgasm building up in the pit of my stomach, the muscles between my legs starting to contract and the white light I always see behind my closed eyelids begins to appear.

Jeff and Rachel sense the change in my body, something which seems to start to push them over the edge as the three of us melt further into being just one. Rachel begins to call out into the night, pressing down harder onto my face whilst Jeff leans forward and grasps hold of my breasts as he pounds into me a last time before his orgasm rips through his body, finally releasing my own from within me.

The sensation travels in waves through Jeff and me, up into Rachel, who throws back her head and screams into the darkness beyond the pool of light in which the three of us have just spent the last hour making love.