My very first day of high school seems like forever ago, regardless of the fact that it's really only been about eight years. I was living in Southern Charlotte at the time, because my dad had gotten a job there nearly a year previously. That August morning was surprisingly mild and I couldn't believe it, as it had been nearing a hundred degrees all summer long.
I walked into my first period American history class, not knowing anyone from middle school right off the bat, so I was a little off-set at having to get to know all of these new people.
And in she walked.
Her name was Heidi, and she was striking. Cool, pale blue eyes, and long, brown hair, tied-up by a tiny red ribbon. She was incredibly voluptuous, with a tight, little white sweater, struggling to contain her enormous... Except I can't continue, because, well, she and I were both fourteen at the time of this, so I can't legally continue telling you this story.
However, I can tell you that this is the moment I fell in love with, oh, Jesus... How can I say this without coming off as being hackneyed? Women of, err, larger proportions. That's right, boys and girls, I like my women chubby.
Fast-forward a number of years, later, to freshman semester of college. My dad had gotten laid off from his job, so the family trekked it back up to Northern Virginia, almost reminiscently of the Donner Party, I might add. I ended up going back to the high school I was supposed to go to in the first place, and I graduated, and spent the summer fucking off, and getting high with my cousins and friends.
I went down to Richmond that fall for school, and within the first several hours of co-ed dorm life, my masturbation memory bank was set for at least a few weeks. Most of my female contemporaries at school were from the state, with a few interspersed out-of-state girls here and there.
Within no time at all, I was tossed into a whirlwind of classes, dorm life and, of course, the parties.
The first party I can clearly recall going to was a toga party at the fraternity house, which I, incidentally enough, ended up pledging. I was walking around the party, meeting tons of people, and running into the occasional hall mate of mine. And I was shit-faced drunk.
I sat down on a wicker love-seat at around one in the morning, because I needed to catch my bearings.
"May I sit down with you?"
I looked up into two deep, brown eyes that were ensconced in an angelic face.
"Sure," I coughed out. My mouth dried out a little bit at the sight of this gorgeous girl.
She spun, and her long, loosely-curly brown hair followed her, giving way to her amazingly round hips and ass, that bubbled out just perfectly. Once that amazing ass was seated, she turned.
"Thanks, I was getting a little dizzy," extending a hand, "I'm Mallory."
"I'm-- uh, Jason."
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, uhJason," she giggled. Her nice, large chest shook as she laughed, and a beautiful smile showed itself.
We talked for at least a couple hours, while the beer just kept on falling into our hands. She was in her second year at the university, majoring in English. A woman after my own heart. We'd read tons of the same books, seen all of the same movies, god, this girl was amazing, and as far as I could tell, single. As the party started to die, I realized that the possibility that I might not see dear Mallory again started to haunt me.
"Hey, um-- Can I get your number? Wow, that sounds a little awkward... Yeah... I don't know what we'd do if I took you out, but I'd love to."
