I met my first love when I was nineteen.
She's always been one of the sexiest women I've ever seen, but when I met her, she was an absolute babe. Six feet tall, tanned and toned, with dirty blonde hair that drove men crazy. The first time I met her, she barely even registered me, and almost nothing has driven me quite so crazy as this beautiful woman's lack of attention. I was attractive in my youth—still am now—I had a nice body and no shortage of women at my disposal.
But it was that tanned, blonde goddess—Jessica Summers—that I couldn't get off my mind. When I asked her out, she turned me down. And even though she had turned me down, she still insisted on throwing herself into my life. She started hanging out with my group of friends, and even joined a study group we had formed. At ever chance she seemed to be near me, sitting beside me when she could, going out when I went with a group of friends—but despite the way she seemed to enjoy being around me, she seemed to enjoy ignoring me even more. Whenever I asked her a question, she would respond in the most playfully dismissive way she could. Every time I asked her out, she would laugh and say no.
It drove me absolutely crazy.
There were so many times in those first few months I knew her where all I had wanted to do was fuck her. I had daydream upon daydream of her beautiful head bobbing up and down on my cock, or of her getting her down on all fours taking the whole of my cock from behind.
As time passed, she became more and more playful, which only made things worse. She would gently brush up against me, or pretend to drop something and pick it up in front of me. She would wear tighter clothing when she knew I was going to be around, and constantly flaunt her body. But she never flirted with anyone else.
By December, after having known her for four months, she had started to warm up to me a little more. She was less dismissive and more conversational. She would even come over to my place after classes and study with just me and her. But whenever it was just the two of us, the teasing became even worse. I went to college where I grew up, so I lived at home and sometimes, when my parents were around, she would brush up against me even more often, knowing how hard it made me. After a while, she even stopped trying to hide her sly smile when she saw I was trying to hide a hard-on from my parents.
But as bad as everything was, the final straw came when she forgot her textbook one time and said that she could just share with me. I spent two hours with her tight ass on my lap, while she made me read the entire chapter out loud to her. I could smell her perfume, and I know she could feel my hard cock against her ass. It took willpower beyond measure not to have my way with her. Whenever I started to get too focused on reading (which was the only thing that was holding me together, honestly) she would shift her weight on my lap, rubbing my hard cock with her ass. And then as soon as I finished the chapter she hopped up and left, as though nothing had just happened.
I knew I had to do something about it. It was simply not possible for me to continue like this anymore and with Valentine's Day coming up I figured it was the perfect time to make a move. I spent a whole weekend searching for the perfect gift for her. I went through store after store and by the end of that weekend I was sure I would permanently reek of department store perfumes. But for all the walking and the searching, nothing I had seen had felt good enough for her.
I came home at last, defeated.
Though getting a gift for Jess had been a bust, I still was convinced that I had to make a move on Valentine's. So I called her the day before and told her she should come hang out with me on Valentine's Day, seeing as we're both single.
