Alex was captivated from the moment he laid his eyes on her. She was enchanting.
Walking into Prossa's Hardware, Freya looked a little lost.
"May I help you?" Alex asked her with stars for her already shining in his eyes.
She looked at him and smiled. "Hi. I'm looking for paint for my bedroom walls."
Alex smiled back at her and said, "That's down back. Come on, I'll show you." As they walked down the center aisle, Alex asked, "What kind of paint do you want?"
"Umm... I'm not sure. Something not too girly... But... Pink," she laughed. "So, I guess, kind of girly."
"I meant gloss or matte. Satin. Eggshell."
"Oh! Goodness! I don't know."
Alex watched as she frowned looking at the wall of options and lightly bit one of her fingertips. At this moment, it was official. He had fallen for her.
"Well, for a bedroom wall, a matte finish is nice. It will absorb more light than some others, so it gives kind of a soft glow. I think it would look great for pink bedroom walls." He made the mistake of looking directly into her eyes and paused, unable to look away.
She didn't turn away, either. After a moment, she asked, "What color pink do you have?"
He broke away from her grasp and brought her over to the rack of paint cards. They talked a little while she mulled over her options. She learned that Alex's father owned the hardware store, that he had worked there ever since he was a kid earning some pocket change, part-time in high school, and was now working full-time. He was twenty, a year older than Freya, and lived with his parents and younger brother.
She also realized that he was rather handsome. He had dark, wavy hair and brown eyes. He was slightly taller than average with broad shoulders and a killer smile. She would soon discover what everyone around Alex already knew. He was kind, thoughtful, dependable, somewhat soft-spoken -- although when he did speak, it was with authority that belied his age.
After he placed the two gallons of "not too girly" pink paint and a bag containing a roller, a couple of brushes, and a paint stirrer into the trunk of her car, he stood back up and looked at her.
"Are you doing anything Saturday?" he asked.
"Painting my room," she replied. Then arched her eyebrows. "Why? Do you want to help?"
Three days later, their first date was a painting party with some subs and sodas. Surveying their job well done, Alex looked at Freya and Freya looked at him. She had pink paint smeared on her nose and across one cheek, her hair was a mess, she had dribbled oil from her Italian sub down the front of her baggy T-shirt, but she looked even more beautiful than when he saw her in the hardware store.
Alex could see the woman she would become in the girl that she was then. And Freya could see the man that he already was. Of course, they were both just kids, barely out of high school. And they quickly fell madly in love.
Freya could be confident and self-assured but, ironically, she could be almost painfully shy. Alex found this quality endearing, even bordering on the edge of sexually exciting. But, ironically again, her shyness stalled their physical relationship for a while -- not that either really cared. They were very much in love and enjoying the early stages of their courtship. But when they did reach the physical level in their relationship, it was quite a ride, pun fully intended!
Outside of plenty of kissing and heavy petting, their first truly sexual experience was a bit one-sided. For weeks, Freya had wanted to show her love for Alex by giving him, as she always thought of it, oral stimulation. Her introversion ensured that she wasn't one of the "popular girls" in school, but she did have two very close friends, Cynthia and Katherine (or Cyn and Katie, as they were called). When the girls did happen to talk about anything sexual, Cyn and Katie nonchalantly called it a blowjob or sucking cock.
Although none of them had ever done it, Cyn especially wanted to and always got a gleam in her eye whenever talking about it. Those phrases sounded so crude and impersonal to Freya, but Cyn assured her that boys really like it when a "good girl" talks dirty to them. So, with a few weeks of mental preparation, and a little research -- mostly hearsay and the imagination of the three girls, Freya was ready for her first blowjob.
Her parents were going to a show on Friday night and this provided the perfect opportunity for Freya to put her plan into action. And that's exactly what it was. A plan. A well-thought out plan. She was not taking this business of sucking cock lightly in the least.
Freya had told Alex that her parents were going out for the evening and that she would make them dinner and then they could just relax and watch a movie. Of course, Alex was thinking they could also make out a bit, but had no idea what was in store for him.
So, a little after 5:00 Friday evening, Alex arrived at Freya's. When Freya answered the door, Alex's breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a pair of tiny cut-off denim shorts that molded to her hips and when she moved just right, a tiny glimpse of asscheek peeked out the bottom. Her hair was very deliberately arranged to look slightly tousled and carefree and framed her face perfectly. This was the one physical attribute that she absolutely knew she had going for her. Her facial features were delicate and beautiful, with more than one person describing them as angelic.
She gave Alex a kiss and a warm hug and they both felt her breasts pressing against his chest. She lingered for just a few extra moments so they could both savor the feeling and when she stepped back, Alex could see that she was not wearing a bra under her tank top. He was almost hypnotized by the gentle sway of her breasts and the slight but definite outline of her tiny erect nipples. He almost fainted when both tits brushed against his arm as Freya closed the door behind him.
