Adam was the designated "cool" guy at my junior college. He always knew what to say, what to wear. He had transferred from another nearby school about a month ago, but even then his reputation had preceded him. Girls from our school had dated him and we heard about his amazing body and incredible good looks long before he graced our presence.
Not really the kind of guy I'd be able to hook. Sure, I was pretty, but I wasn't exactly on the cheerleading squad or even popular. So was it my imagination when I saw him looking at me? Apparently not. The day I turned around from my locker and found him standing behind me, I nearly fainted from shock.
"Hey", he said casually, leaning against the locker beside me.
"Hi", I stammered out, trying to keep from dropping the books I held.
"I don't think we've been introduced," he continued, obviously not noticing the heart attack I was having. "I'm Adam."
"Tracy", was my reply.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night." He smiled his charming smile.
I kind of shook my head in disbelief.
"Um, sure. That sounds nice." I managed to smile, but I was still trying to get a hold on the situation. The school hunk was asking me out? Oh, boy. As if there wasn't enough pressure on me already.
We exchanged phone numbers and made plans for him to pick me up the next night at 8. I was still trying to figure it all out. Maybe it was a practical joke.
I met up with my friend Ann down the hallway a few steps later. We always rode home together because we lived so close. When I told her what had happened, she stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me in disbelief.
"Adam? Have you guys even spoken?" she asked.
"Only in my fantasies until today," I sighed. "Maybe he noticed me looking at him, I don't know."
She looked at me warily.
"You know what a guy like him is going to expect, right?"
I swallowed hard, as I realized what she was saying.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Oh God, maybe I should just cancel. I'm definitely not the type of girl he's used to. Maybe he thinks the quiet, shy girl will be easy or something."
"No way, Tracy. You can't cancel a date with the hottest guy in school. At least go out with him."
Later that evening, I was in my room, standing in front of my full length mirror in only my bra and panties, studying my 18 year old body. What could he see in me, I wondered. I was barely a C cup, although I did have a nice round ass. My long brown hair fell to the middle of my back, but I usually wore it up in a ponytail. My brown eyes were my best feature, I thought. I was definitely not as sexy as the other girls at school. Those girls seemed more his type.
I was hardly in the running, and as far as experience, I virtually had none. I had made out with a couple of the guys I had dated, and one had even touched my breasts. But after they found out I wasn't ready for more, they were gone.
I lay in bed that night wondering what kind of expectations would go with dating a guy like Adam. I wasn't sure I was ready for it. But, oh, he was so gorgeous. 18 years old Blonde hair, blue eyes,6"4 and definitely athletic. Well muscled, and probably well endowed. I felt like he was Denny, and I was Sandy. Sandy got her guy in the end, though.
All day at school, the next day, I could almost hear the gossip that spread like wildfire. Tracy and Adam? Everyone was talking about it. I figured I'd pissed off the popular girls. I hid in the library at lunch, but to no avail. Two cheerleaders named Lauren and Paula approached me not long after I'd sat down.
"Well, hi, Tracy", Lauren smiled at me with that sickeningly fake sweet smile that girls use. "Heard you were going out with Adam tonight?"
I met her eye and returned her fake smile. "Yes, I am. "
"So you're going to be at my party tonight?" Paula didn't bother with the fake smile as she stared me down, obviously not happy with me. I knew for a fact she'd been trying to get her claws into Adam since the day he came to our school.
Her party? Adam was taking me to the big party? Oh, shit. I could handle a one-on-one date, but I was going to be in front of everyone. I was going to embarrass myself....
My fake smile disappeared, and Paula must have seen the look on my face, because she grinned like a cat. She knew she had me.
"Don't worry, I'll even let you guys have one of the upstairs bedrooms. Just make sure you're protected. Who knows, maybe you'll totally blow his mind."
She spoke to me like I was a little girl wanting a pony for her birthday. I'm sure she knew about my lack of experience. She was probably planning what she would do to seduce him after he realized I wasn't going give it up.
They made some more useless small talk, and then left me. My thoughts were whirling. I'd never get a chance with a guy like Adam, ever again. Especially not if I said no. It totally went against everything I believed, but maybe if I could play along tonight, and be cool, and give him what he wanted....
What was I thinking? I barely knew him.
So at 8 pm that night, I sat in my room looking out the window, waiting for his car to pull up in the driveway. I was wearing jeans and a red lacy top under a black button up sweater. The top showed a little more cleavage than I felt comfortable with, and the jeans were a little tighter than I had expected. I didn't have anything sexy, so I had borrowed the clothes from Ann, who was about a size smaller than me. I was also wearing hoop earrings, and my long brown hair fell in curls down my back.
It was a transformation from my usual sweatpants/ponytail look. I had always been the good girl, with the good grades. I never had the confidence to run with the cool crowd. I felt more comfortable being myself.
There was a knock on the door, and I tried not to run down the stairs. I let my mom answer the door, and I slowed my pace, not wanting to appear too eager.
There was Adam, dressed in a white button up shirt and baggy jeans. His muscular body could be easily noticed, and he was clean shaven and just looked so innocent and sexy all at once. I tried not to drool.
He held my door open as I slid into the passenger seat of his Camaro, like a gentleman. When he joined me in the driver's side, he regarded me with surprise.
"You didn't have to dress up for me," he told me, smiling.
I just kind of looked at him, not sure what to say.