After breaking up with my virgin girlfriend I ended up in a rebound relationship with an over eager woman named Tanya. I had to break that off as well. The gossip about me at work had died down, but now some of ladies in the front office were disappointed in me for breaking up with Tanya, a sister of one of the secretaries.
In March, Silvi was showing off a new ring. I don't know if it was an engagement ring, or a promise ring and I didn't know who gave it to her. I still fantasized about her when I jerked off, but I was happy that she was now out of reach, and I could stop contemplating a reunion.
As the weather warmed, I stopped drinking, only having an occasional beer with a meal. I decided that I wouldn't get set up with another girl or settle for someone I wasn't totally attracted to. I didn't want to have the hassle of dating a girl who was hung up on me or hung up on sex. Most definitely, I wouldn't get involved with anyone from work.
I was eating in a pub when I noticed Brenda. She was the younger sister of one of my workmates. I met her when I first started working at the plant. She was cute but in high school. She was sitting at a table when drinks arrived, and she started drinking a beer. I thought she was underage, and when my meal was finished, I sat next to her and asked to see her ID.
"Will. Wow. It's been a while."
"What are you doing? You are underage."
"Am I? How do you figure?"
"You were sixteen when I met you, and that was like a year ago."
"That was more than a year and half ago, and I was closer to seventeen. I am 18. That's how math works."
I looked her over. She did look older. She had long straight hair, and a very pretty face with full lips, the bottom being larger than the top. The bridge of her nose was prominent, but I thought it complemented the shape of her face. She was tall, even when she was younger, but now I noticed her legs. "You turned out real nice."
"Great line. You are a little late Will. I had a crush on you."
"Why not now?"
"Why not then?"
"Well, you were in high school and a bit of a tomboy."
Her mouth formed a circle. "A tomboy!" She slapped me softly across the face. "I was never a tomboy."
"You certainly aren't now. Give me your number."
Her two friends were looking at me with boredom and skepticism. Brenda looked at me for a moment and then said slowly. "I don't think so."
I was surprised to be shot down. And embarrassed that she did it in front of her friends.
"Give me yours." She said.
I got a pen and a card from the bartender and wrote down my number. I walked back to her and gave her the card. She didn't say anything, and her friends were staring at me. I couldn't think of anything to say that would improve my chances with her so simply said "Goodnight" and walked off.
I thought of her that night. She wore a tight mini dress and she had nothing to hide. Wow she looked good. Was it something about eighteen-year-old girls? Was I going to be chasing them for the rest of my life? I could get her number from her brother that worked at the plant with me, but I decided I had to wait for her to call me. Days went by. I was afraid to leave my apartment in case she called. I ended up buying an answering machine.
She called before the weekend. "What are you doing Saturday?"
"Nothing. I could do anything."
"Could you pick me up around 6 pm?"
"Yes."
"Ok. Eat first. We are going to drive somewhere. You'll need money for a concert ticket.
Is that ok?"
"Sure."
"See you then."
A concert? Was it a rock concert? A more formal thing? I cleaned up my car and carefully chose my clothes. I decided on jeans and a T-shirt, but I put some nicer clothing in my trunk. I got to her house early, but I waited a block away so I could drive up on time. Her friend from the pub came out of the house and then Brenda followed her. Jeans, T-shirts and light jackets. They ran over to the car. Brenda got in the front. "Ok. Let's go. I'll tell you where."
I backed up and she directed me down one street after another until we got to another house a few miles away. Two girls and a guy were waiting, and they got into the car. "There isn't enough room." I said. But one girl sat on the guy's lap.
Brenda gave me directions. "It's more than an hour's drive."
I drove and looked over at Brenda when I could. I looked in the back seat. All four of them looked around Brenda's age. They talked about people that I didn't know and about things I didn't care about. I felt old for the first time, even though I was twenty-two.
It was an outdoor concert. I tried to enjoy the first band. It wasn't music I was familiar with. The boy and one girl drifted off. When the first band took a break, I offered to get Brenda and her friends a drink. I was returning with a beer and three pops when I noticed two guys chatting up the girls. Even from ten feet away I could tell that both of them were attracted to Brenda. I handed out the drinks and Brenda moved to lean against me. I gave the dudes a questioning look and they took off. "Should I pretend to be your boyfriend tonight?" I asked Brenda.
"Depends on who is trying to talk to me." She gave me a smile.
Evidently the second band was the one that Brenda and her friends had come to see. All five of them jumped around to the music, sang along and danced together. I watched Brenda mostly for the next hour. I was getting a little cold, but the five of them kept warm with all their jumping and dancing. Thankfully Brenda stood leaning against me during some of the songs. When we walked back to the car Brenda thanked me for driving as did her four friends. If one of them had called me Mr. I would have felt like a parent, rather than a friend of theirs.
On the way back, the couple in the backseat started kissing until the other girls complained. Everyone was silent for a while, then the boy asked, "Is it true that you dated Silvi Azzi?"
"Yes. For about six months."
"Is she still a virgin?"
"Shut up David!" Brenda said.
The car was really quiet. I gave it a minute then I said. "She is still a virgin. Are you interested in her David?"
