Authors note: My first story. Don't expect anything too riveting. This story contains sexually explicit material blah-blah-blah you get the drill, we all know why we're on this website anyway. Enjoy.
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Back when I was 16, at the start of my junior year, I met this girl named Molly. She had straight brown hair that reached her belly button, and beautiful brown eyes. She was 15 and also a Junior, though she was only a few months younger than me. We got along really well. We met at this youth weekend event that our schools put on to help us meet new people. Considering I went to an all-boys Catholic school, I didn't have much experience with girls. But like I said, we had a lot in common and we spent most of our time chatting. We talked about the standard stuff; what we liked, what we didn't, what we were doing in school, the usual. But one of the other kids in our group kept bragging about how he had slept with one of the girls from the other school the night prior. Every time he brought it up, Molly would blush and look at me, but if I returned her gaze she would quickly look away. That was 3 years ago. We said we'd try to keep in touch since then, but we didn't see each other until just a couple of months ago.
I ran into her at a coffee house in downtown Chicago, were I was grabbing breakfast for me and my roommate. I was a freshman at Northwestern just north of Chicago, which was only a couple of hours away from where she and I had gone to high school. We sat down and caught up for a few minutes, but I told her I had to go. I must've missed it, but she'd written her phone number on my receipt in bright pink ink, and I thought about calling her all day, but winter exams were in a week, and I really needed to do well, so I forgot about. Two weeks later, something pink caught my eye among some papers on the coffee table. I instantly remembered our morning at the coffee house, and started thinking of a reason to call her up. Then I remembered; a few of my friends were throwing a small get together for the holidays before we went back home for Christmas. I decided calling her might be a little forward, even though she'd given me her number, so I shot her a text instead.
"Hey, this is Will, I'm going to a party with a few friends on Saturday at 8:00, you want to come?"
She responded about an hour later.
"Sure, pick me up at 7:30. I'll give you my address."
Saturday night, I took a shower, threw on some jeans and a Christmas sweater, and hopped into my car to pick her up. I buzzed her apartment, saying something witty like "Your valet is here." I wasn't looking right when she came out, so I turned when I heard the door click open. She looked stunning. She had on a gorgeous thigh length black dress with shimmering silver snowflakes around the skirt. It was sleeveless too so she wore a thin white shawl that covered her pale shoulders.
"Wow." I said unintelligently, "You look amazing."
"Thanks. You don't look half bad yourself." she said playfully as she took my arm.
I led her to the car, and opened the door for her. We drove in silence, just a few awkward coughs here and there. For most of the party after I'd introduced her, I chatted with my friends. She laughed politely at my terrible jokes and stayed with her arms wrapped around mine most of the night. It was nice having her on me like that. When she excused herself to the restroom, all of my friends started asking me way too many questions; "Who was she?"
"How did we meet?"
"Was she my girlfriend?"
"Had we had sex yet?"
I answered as honestly as I could, and tried to speak kindly about her. When she walked out, everyone was staring at her. She sat down next to me and whispered in my ear,
"Let's get out of here."
