My high school years were mainly spent looking for a girlfriend. Needless to say, I didn't have much luck. The one I did have lasted for only a few months and ended in a somewhat awkward disaster. One girl even told me no and in the same sentence asked me to introduce her to another guy with a face like a Picasso original. As senior year rolled around, I was convinced that I was destined to be everybody's friend but nobody's special someone. Meanwhile, my friend Michael went through girlfriends like Sherman on his march to the sea. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. I never asked him for advice or asked for him to send somebody my way, at least not blatantly. I merely casually mentioned the fact that I had never had a girlfriend once or twice. I honestly thought nothing of it until I got a phone call a few days later. I didn't question why or how. All I could do was smile with hope and anticipation at the news. He had found somebody for me.
My stomach was in knots as I walked down the school hallway, decorated in tacky tiles and pale purple bricks. I had barely slept the night before. The excitement grew with each step, and when I rounded the corner near my first class, I saw him leaning against the wall, waiting for me. Standing next to him was, to me, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was going to be my first.
Her name was Nicki. Dressed all in black, her chestnut hair flowed all the way down her back. She was short and slim, with fair skin and a round face. She had a cute sideways grin and brown eyes that cut across the room like a knife. As he introduced us, I couldn't help but look a little lower. Her ass had a sweet little curve to it, and her breasts were nearly pressing through her t-shirt. Apparently, she had seen me some time and somewhere before, thought I was cute, and yadda yadda yadda. To be completely honest, I didn't really care at the time. Perhaps I am exaggerating her looks, but that's how I remember her. After all, you never forget your first.
We got along very well. Turns out we both had a lot in common. We had both celebrated our 18th birthdays a little more than a month before. Ironically, hers was the day after mine. We were both nerdy bookworms, into sci-fi and superheroes. I think I would have agreed to like anything she did at that point, but there was no need to. I took a strong liking to her almost immediately, and fortunately, she did too. We had our first date at the movies that night, luckily/unfortunately with another couple. Don't get me wrong. The others were great people too and having them along did kinda ease off the pressure. At the same time, having a little alone time would have been very nice as well. I did the best I could, given the circumstances. In the most stereotypical move, I stretched my arm nonchalantly around her seat. She leaned in, and I put my hand on her shoulder and smiled.
We had a few more dates over the following weeks. Typical teenager stuff, I guess you could call it. I went over to her house for dinner and a movie with her parents, who were very nice people. The two of us cuddled on the couch most of the night until her parents went to bed, and the TV became boring. We sat in silence, looking at each other as if neither one knew what to do or say next. She stood and gently took me by the hand.
"Come on," she whispered.
Moving quietly, she led me upstairs, down a short hallway, and into her bedroom. The door had barely finished closing behind us before we were lying in the floor and locking lips.
I had only kissed one girl before, and that was playing spin the bottle at a Halloween party. It was more than I could have hoped for to feel her soft, succulent lips pressed against mine. We lingered for what felt like minutes, took a brief pause, and came together again. I could feel her tongue slide inside my mouth, and I gladly returned the favor. Chills ran over my body as I gripped her tightly, arms wrapped around her waist. The passion grew, and I instinctively, without even thinking about it, slid my hands under her tight shirt, massaging her soft skin. My fears that I had gone too far were assuaged went I felt her do the same. Her touch drove me wild. Keeping one hand in place, I ran the other through her long, silky hair, holding her as close to me as I possibly could. I wanted that moment to last forever.
As long as we went at it, I lost track of the time. Half hour, hour, five minutes, I couldn't tell. I was in heaven all the while. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and at that point, I couldn't ask for anything more. She could tell I was getting hot and only paused to tell me to unbutton my shirt, which I readily did. We continued caressing until, unbelievably, we both grew tired and slightly sore. It was break time, and as I rolled onto my back, I could feel Nicki curl up next to me, laying her head on my chest. Taking in the ecstasy of the occasion, I honestly thought it could not get any better, at least not yet. I was riding on a wave of emotion a mile high, and in my love struck state, I couldn't help but make a little joke.
My friends and I had somehow developed a little gag that we pulled on each other and random people we knew all the time. Pick someone, stick your hand in their pocket, and tell them you were in their pants. Low-brow humor, but it got a laugh every time. I don't know why, but I felt like that was the perfect moment to introduce my new girlfriend to the joke. As we looked at each other, both of us still a little amazed at what had just happened, I reached over and quickly stuck my hand into her left cargo pocket.
