As I mentioned in chapter one, my time with Maya in the computer lab was not my first sexual encounter. That honour went to Courtney.
Courtney epitomised grace and beauty, and I had loved her since I set eyes on her at the start of secondary school. She had always been physically more mature than other girls, and at eighteen was tall and slender, with perfect, pale white skin, shoulder-length blonde hair, and large breasts.
I had been on the verge of asking Courtney out many times since we first met, but I found her beauty intimidating, for want of a better word. She could have had any guy she wanted; why would she want me, the shy nerd?
That question was answered as the end of my first senior term neared.
I turned eighteen a couple of weeks before the end of the first term. Courtney was a few months older than me and had turned eighteen over the summer break.
As the end of term approached, our German teacher, Ms O'Morin, had given up trying to teach us, so we were all chatting about our holiday plans.
The desks in Ms O'Morin's classroom were arranged in rows and columns of two desks each. Courtney and I were sitting on opposite sides of the classroom, and she was a row further back from me.
I was being bored by John across the aisle about how he was visiting relatives over the break, when I saw Courtney tuck her left leg under her and put her right foot on her left ankle, forming a triangle with her knee pointed to the ceiling.
I stared, trying to process the scene. I had an unobstructed view up Courtney's plaid skirt to the top of her pale thighs and her pink lace panties running between her legs. I was surprised at her immodesty, but realised she probably forgot that she wasn't wearing slacks.
(Those who have read the first chapter may remember that Maya had also worn pink lace panties. It seemed popular among girls at my school, and this is probably why I have developed a mild fetish for them.)
I soaked it in for a moment, then excused myself from the conversation and walked across the room. Courtney had her back to me as she talked to her friends, so I bent down to her ear.
"You're not wearing slacks," I whispered.
She froze, then turned to face me. Her face blushed and she slowly lowered her leg, thanking me quietly. I simply smiled with a shrug and returned to my desk; I'm not sure what explanation she gave to her friends.
A few periods later I was alone in a senior study room. The school had a number of these small rooms reserved for senior students to use when they had study periods. Apart from a small window that looked out over the school's main walkway, there was no way to see in from the outside unless the door was open. I liked the isolation.
While engrossed in my mathematics homework, I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said flatly, disappointed to have my peace disturbed.
I didn't look up as the door clicked open and someone walked in, closing the door behind them.
"Hey, I thought I'd find you here!" they said.
I recognised Courtney's sweet voice and looked up, suddenly smiling.
"Hey Courtney. What's up?"
"Well ... I wanted to ask a favour. Ms O'Morin says I need to improve my German significantly or I risk failing the class. I was wondering if you could help me?"
"Uh, sure," I said, clearing the desk next to me. "I was just about to take a break from Ms Johnson's mathematics homework. It's almost the holidays, but she's not easing up!"
"I'll let you finish then," she said, sitting next to me. We were just inches apart and I could feel the warmth radiating between us.
It was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of my pen.
Courtney eventually broke the silence.
"You know," she began, "I wanted to thank you again for earlier. You were right: I totally forgot I was wearing a skirt!"
