She was BEAUTIFUL! Of course she was good looking, he probably wouldn't have given her a second thought had she not been, but there was something else about her... something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Maybe it was her strength of will, or perhaps it was her quiet yet commanding presence, but what ever it was, he liked it. Elizabeth had always seemed so prim and proper, he would never have guessed what she was capable of.
He had met her in Honors US History II in their junior year. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one for him. They were both intelligent, otherwise they wouldn't have been in the same class, they were both service oriented, he was a volunteer and was active everywhere in the area, she was a volunteer to a lesser degree and made up for it with the amount of time she put into student government.
And as an added bonus, she was stunning. Elizabeth was a small girl. She stood a mere 5'2". She had head of medium length brown hair with the slightest, almost imperceptible, hint of blonde. She had the deepest green eyes he had ever seen, and a small but cute nose. Though thin, she had an athletic dancer's build, slender but powerful legs, shapely curves that gave her an ideal hourglass look, a firm buttox, and a flat, taught stomach (and yet he had never heard of nor seen her play any sports). She had modest B cup breasts, but they were of just the perfect proportion to her size and build (he had always hated the look of women with huge tits that just didn't look right). He on the other hand, was modestly handsome, but had allowed himself to get out of shape, although he was by no means fat (though he was always active he was not as athletic as he had once been), and figured her to be just like all the other sheep in the herd and would never have a chance with her.
All throughout the year he had seen her in class and watched from afar. He wanted desperately to tell her how he felt about her but could never get up enough nerve to ask her out. So each day he would sit at his desk and gaze at her instead of paying attention to class (lucky for him he was smart enough, that he could get away with it). He wished he could fantasize about her, but felt that would taint her in him mind. No. Better that she be pure and innocent in his mind as well as in life.
Then at the end of the year, something happened. Their History teacher asked for volunteers to head up a project. They had already attended an assembly put on by the social studies department where a few old World War II vets came in and talked to the kids about the war and their experiences. It was the volunteers' responsibility to improve upon this for the next year's junior class. When Elizabeth raised her hand, he did so in a heart beat. This was his chance to get to know her better.
At the end of their last session for the project, the History teacher left for a dental appointment and wished them well. Elizabeth and he were going to stay after a few more minutes talking about everything and nothing and said their good-byes to him as he hustled out the door. Concluding a discussion on how disconcerting it was to see how generally uninterested most of the kids had been at the last year's presentation; she accidentally knocked over a stack of papers.
She being the independent, strong willed woman she was, knelt to pick them up. And he being the thoughtful, chivalrous, gentleman he was also knelt to retrieve the papers. They both looked up from the floor at exactly the right moment. They found their faces less than an inch apart, and the sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Little did he know, but she had been looking at him all year too. She admired his intellect and wit, and very much enjoyed his company and the attention he gave her, something the other guys never did. They gave her attention, but only thought of her as an object. He on the other hand made her feel special. He treated her as a person. Slowly, he leaned forward. He let his eyes close and his lips to make contact with her soft pink mouth and gave her a tender, light kiss. He opened his eyes and slowly pulled back. For a moment he wondered if the kiss had been in his imagination, but then she leaned forward and kissed him back. This kiss started like the first, light and tender but soon became a stronger, more passionate one. They stayed in this lip-lock for what seemed like an eternity.
* * *
That Friday night, he picked her up at 7 o'clock. He dropped by her house and went up to the door. Following the old traditions, he knocked on the door instead of honking the horn. He was dressed well and was greeted warmly by her father. He shook her father's hand and complimented him on his wonderful daughter, allowing her father to size him up. She came down the steps and his jaw dropped.
Accustomed to seeing her in prim and proper attire, a sweater and blue jeans, her appearance surprised but pleased him. She was wearing a sleeve-less, sky blue turtleneck and a knee length black skirt, showing off her perfect bronze skin, and had on a pair of blue high heels that matched her shirt. Her hair was up in a tight braid, a style he always found attractive, especially on her. He could just make out the line of her bra and fond himself struggling to contain his excitement. They went out to a movie and he took her to dinner in an extremely fancy and expensive restaurant. She was surprised at the amount of money he was putting into this date and wondered where he got his cash from, but decided that it was a question best asked later. He was glad that she had not asked him how he could afford the restaurant. He didn't want her to know about his computer-programming job just yet, afraid it would be a turn off and ruin the good time they were having together.
They had shared a good time, good food, a funny movie and a few intimate moments (even though they had only been really close for a few days). Elizabeth felt a need not to end the date and asked him to pull over at a dark secluded spot she knew of. Expecting him to jump on her the moment they pulled over, he was mildly surprised at his hesitation, waiting to find out her intentions. "This one's a keeper," she thought. She looked at him and in the darkness he could still see her eyes glimmering in the moonlight. His memory filled in the rest of her face. He placed his hand on the back of her head and kissed her. They had not kissed since that day after school and somehow it felt familiar and right. After another long period of "making out", he was getting excited and could feel the pressure building inside his pants and was concerned that this might end things for the night, something he didn't want to happen. He didn't expect to get all the way, but just didn't want the moment to end. He misjudged, however, how excited Elizabeth was getting. She felt herself getting hot and knew about his rapidly growing erection, despite his efforts to hide it. That effort in itself was why she made her decision. She knew he cared for her and that she cared for him. She knew it with all her heart. She broke the embrace, startling him.
"Oh no!" he thought. "I blew it."
