Pamela was the best looking girl on the Speech and Debate team. I noticed, the guys on our team noticed the guys on other teams noticed. When we were at competitions I felt honored to even be in her presence. I’d always thought that surrounding yourself with attractive women drew still more attractive women, and, with Pam at least, it seemed to work. If we were at an event I seemed to have a better chance talking to attractive opponents if she was around.
Not that I didn’t have designs on Pam. We’d shared a few moments, once on an out of town trip we had kissed in the doorway of her motel room after dinner. I felt things were moving along nicely when she told goodnight and closed the door behind her. We remained friends, seldom mentioning the incident. Other advances were rebuffed and I resigned myself to the fact that she just wanted to be friends. Sure, I was disappointed, but just being in her presence seemed to bump me up a notch in other girls’ eyes. That would simply have to do.
We were at an out of town event; close enough to drive back home after the competition. We piled on the bus early in the morning on a Saturday, deprived of one of the two days a High School student can sleep in. I grabbed a seat near the rear of the bus. I immediately noticed Pam as she came down the aisle. She was tall, perhaps 5’8” with short curly blonde hair and an attractive figure. She wore a long skirt that I liked and a tight fitting blouse that buttoned up the back. The blouse accentuated her round C cup breasts. She wore this outfit often for competition, it was probably my favorite.
“Mind if I have a seat?” Pam stood over me in the aisle.
“Not at all.” I replied, “Window or aisle?”
She smiled and simply had a seat as I slid myself against the window. We talked for the entire trip, making the 30 minute bus ride seem much shorter. It was just small talk, strategy for the day’s events, who was dating whom, where we were going to have lunch. I enjoyed the conversation; one thing about girls in Speech and Debate is that they are decent conversationalists. I could never stand to be with a girl who couldn’t express herself intelligently.
We arrived at our destination and checked in. Everyone wrote down their schedule of events. Pam and I compared ours, agreeing to meet between events or sit in on each other’s competitions when possible. It was a wonderful day, both of us performed well and stories flew back and forth, victories were analyzed, opponents’ faux pas were revealed.
After telling Pam I had reached the finals in one of my events, she excitedly kissed me on the mouth. I looked at her for a moment, then grabbed her hand. I wanted to kiss her some more and the hallway in a High School didn’t seem like the right place.
We took a little walk, hand in hand, talking little, simply gazing into each other’s eyes. We found ourselves near the parking lot, our team bus a few steps away. It was out of the way and presently unoccupied. I led her to it and we shared a seat.
“I really like you,” I finally said, “you’re so funny and smart and pretty.”
“I like you too, I just always thought it would be weird to get involved with someone on the team.”
I kissed her mouth gently. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth. Being a High School boy, my cock instantly stiffened. I kissed her back even more passionately. I tried to hold onto her hands to keep myself out of trouble, but things began to spin out of control. I began feeling her left breast with my right hand, she instantly responded to my touch, moaning softly and tipping her head back. I dropped my lips and began nuzzling her sweet neck.
