The following week there was an unexpected bump in my road to sexual happiness when Olly's dad had to change shifts and could no longer take me home. It was good timing in a way though as his mum was starting to look at me very suspiciously, and the last thing I wanted was to be 'the other woman' in a row between them. I mean, sex was all I was interested in with him, nothing else. That made me think again about Olly and dumped him. He actually cried! God knows what he was thinking, I never saw our relationship ending with me in a white dress in a draughty church!
He must have told people that we were no longer an item as soon I seemed to be getting interested looks from the other guys at college. He probably told them about what we had done sexually too, a bit of petty revenge that probably worked for me rather than against me.
With so many boys and girls in one place, the hierarchy was decided on sporting prowess (football and rugby) plus looks for the boys and looks plus how likely they were to submit sexually for the girls. Inevitably there were guys that all the girls liked, and they all seemed to be friends and hung around together. The boys liked the good-looking girls who might fuck. We were not in any particular group although we thought of ourselves as more mature and seemed to gravitate towards each other I suppose.
The week after I'd dumped Olly, the hottest guy at the college came up to me and asked me wanted to go out later. Nathan was tall, handsome and already on the books of the local Premiership club. Great things were expected of him and all the girls lusted after him, me included.
I eagerly said yes and rushed home after college, telling mum I had a date but would be back by my 20:00 curfew. He picked me up in his car, a nice new VW Golf. He'd passed his test the week after his 17th Birthday and his parents, anticipating future riches, had bought it for him as a present. In the year since then he hadn't smashed it up which was quite impressive too. We drove around for a while then stopped at Mcdonalds. He was easy company as he just kept name dropping but It felt so cool to be with him and I knew that all the other girls in there would be jealous.
He was telling me all about the famous players he had met and trained with and while I was looking at his big dark eyes he could hardly take his eyes off my tits. I'd worn a black short sleeved t-shirt with a lace up insert that showed plenty when you left the lace untied. It was tied as I left the house but was untied by the time I got into his car.
He was talking about a match he had played in and said I should see the video. By chance there was a copy at home, did I want to see it? I almost burst out laughing when he said it but nodded eagerly anyway. Ten minutes later we pulled up outside his house. Whilst my impressive cleavage was barely contained by my skimpy bra and plunging neckline, I'd made sure that he got a look up my short denim skirt at my tiny bright pink G-string as we got out of the car.