My senior year in high school was probably one of the best years of my life. I went to a preppy Catholic school because my parents were kind of wealthy. I was the last of my class to turn 18 and when I finally did it was, out of a lack for a better word, epic. Now one thing to understand is I "got around" a lot in high school, my relationships were usually about a month long and was mainly physical, but I didn't really have the balls to go past 3rd base before I turned 18.
It all started on the first day of school after winter break. For Christmas I had gotten a box of condoms from my old man and intended to use them. I wasn't really bad looking in high school, I was about 6 ft. tall, had a muscular body (no 6-pack though), light blue eyes, and scruffy brown hair, and was well endowed with a 7 1/2 inch cock.
"Oh Patrick, Josh just dumped me!" she said.
Josh was her boyfriend before this story, and he was a total jock and a total douche.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I can't really tell you in public, it's kind of embarrassing," She replied.
"Ok," I said, "How about I drive you home after school and we can talk about it then?"
"Sure," she said. She then got up, grabbed her backpack, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "Thanks, Patrick"
I smiled and she walked into the school, then turned around and gave me the cutest wink I have ever seen.
I walked around the school to the back entrance, because my physics class was right next to the door. I walked right into the classroom as the bell rang. I couldn't help but think about why Josh had dumped Alexia. She had a great body, curves in all the right places, tanned skin, an ass to die for, and breasts that were at least C cups. She had warm brown eyes and curly long brown hair with blond highlights dashed in; she was very beautiful, nice, and funny. I personally thought Josh was just a dumbass for dumping this girl.
The day went pretty slow, but finally at 2:40, the end bell rand and I got my books and went to meet Alexia at my car, a battered old Dodge Charger, which was my pride and joy considering I had found it as basically scrap metal.
Alexia was already at the car waiting for me. She had on a white blouse, with jeans that fit her extremely well.
"Hi," she said.
"Hey, you," I said, "Hop in."
She got in the car and we drive off. Her house was just 15 minutes from the school so it was not a long drive. She was quiet the whole time, no matter how hard I tried to get her to talk. When we finally pulled up to her house, she got her bag and led me inside, to her room. Her parents were never home before 7:00, so we had plenty of time alone.
I sat on her fluffy, girly bed and said, "So what's up? Why did that dick break up with you?"
"He wasn't a dick!" She yelled at me, but she was clearly amused. "Ok maybe he was," she said, "Well, he told me the same bullshit, how it's not me, it's him, and then when I asked him why, he said, 'well, honestly it is because there is another girl.' He is dating Ashley, the Ashley!"
Ashley was the school slut, and also the hottest girl, the head cheerleader and also a huge bitch. Alexia had started crying again.
"I'm so sorry, Alexia," I said, "Don't worry, he will probably get herpes the first time he sleeps with her."
She laughed and said, "I hope so, and thank you, Patrick for listening to my problems."
She gave me a long sexy look and her hand was on my thigh. She then leaned in and kissed me. It was a long romantic kiss. When we finally broke it, she looked at me and licked her lips, and gave me a fuck me stare.
"You sure you want to do this?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "I want you right now."
