I can remember the first time I laid eyes on her. I was walking down the hall way of my high school on the first day of the new school year when I saw a buddy of mine talking to her. It seems strange when I think about it, but she is the only clear memory of that day. My classes, the hallway, even my friend seemed like a blur it was if her beauty shone so brightly that everything around her instantly dimmed so much that they were barely there. There she was, standing 5'3 wearing a pair of black jeans and a black and while striped t-shirt, she had short brown/red hair, a large bust and as I noticed when she turned around, a firm round ass. I could see through the cloths that she still had some baby fat, the whole sight got my blood rushing like never before. I was almost magnetically drawn to her, looking back perhaps one of things that most sticks out in my mind were those bright red lipstick covered lips. That was the first time I laid eyes on Kimberly Summers. My hormones were running wild. If I could have, I would have taken her right there in the hall way. I approached her and my friend who thankfully spread through the introductions. As I was standing there, staring at her with what she no doubt picked up lust filled eyes. I envisioned taking her in every classroom of the school, on the principal's desk.
Wouldn't you know, right when I was going to ask her out, and show her the pleasure that is me her apelike boyfriend made an appearance if the Sasquatch and incredible hulk had a kid, this would be him. Since I only stood 5'6 I could have easily been something his family picked out of his hair during their grooming rituals. Luckily for me it turned out she was in much of my classes. Excellent I thought to myself, if, make that when she sees what a great catch I am, she'll drop him like his family obviously dropped off the evolutionary ladder. The day quickly sped on with what I thought was a moderate amount of success. Our conversation flowed with unbelievable ease. Then it happened. She asked for my number! I was the man baby! She was falling to my charms. I quickly jotted down my number and gave it to her.
Around 7 pm I was hard at work thinking of reasons not to do my homework then the phone rang. I picked it up and heard the sweetest voice in the world
"Hello, is Zane there?"
"This is Zane."
"Hi Zane, it's Kimberly.
Yes! She had called, she wanted me! And really who could blame her. I mean sure I'm 5'6 and with a gut, but I had a great head of hair and the charm of Rasputin and Valentino combined. I noticed however that she seemed a bit sad.
"You ok Kim? You seem a little down." That's I was so the man that I could refer to her as just "Kim" and I knew she wouldn't mind.
"Yes, well no. I don't know. It's Danny, you know my boyfriend?"
Ahh yes, the missing link. I knew she was about to tell me the good news, she had dumped him and now was mine for the taking ha ha!
"Well I was wondering if I could get some advice."
"Sure Kim, what's on your mind?" Ha! Perfect, what ever she tells me I can use to get her to dump him if their still dating. This was working out great! Or so I thought, right up until she used the phrase no horny 18-year-old, or any man for that matter wants to hear.
"Well, you seemed like such a sweetie that I knew I could come to you for advice."
Why was this the worst thing she could possibly say? Because "such a sweetie" is women's code for "the closest your gonna get to fucking me is your hand and your fantasies." Within 12 hours my world came crashing down. Right there I had become the friend. But being such a sweetie I decided to listen to talk to her, what the fuck it was gonna kill some time. So I listened and advised as she poured her out, then something odd happened. When she hung up the phone I was legitimately sad, not only that but I couldn't wait to get to school the next day just to see her. What the fuck is happening to me?? I popped in a porno tape and amidst the sites of blond bimbos being impaled on ridiculously large sized cocks and hot little Latina's dyking it out I jerked off several times and went to sleep.
The next few years of school passed by in one large blur with only one constant. Kimberly and I had become almost inseparable. We spoke on the phone two hours every night and went out all the time. It was like we were dating, except for the fact that we have no physical contact at all outside of friendly hugs and pecks on the cheeks, and with a fair amount of resentment I saw her date many a guy and, to an odd side affect of being the friend I heard about every sexual encounter in detail. Size, position, duration. Women were keeping score and men as a species were losing. While she dated up a storm I hardly went out when not with her, while she was on her dates I was either at home checking out internet porn or just watching a movie.
After graduation we both got jobs in town. Who would have thought being a hardcore slacker in high school would come back to bite me in ass? That wasn't in the fuckin brochure! Anyway she got a job as a shooter girl at one of our local tittie bars and I got a job on the night crew of a local grocery store. We saw each other very little at first. Within three months of our new "real world" adjustment we began talking again and even going out again. Anytime we went out it was usually to one of the local tittie bars, what a cool chick! Occasionally she would call me up at 8am and invite me over, in which case we would sit there and watch movies and drinking beers, we were such good friends that we would even watch porno's now and then.