It had been almost a full year since the birthday party that changed my life. Never before had I experienced so much happiness concentrated in one moment. It was by far the best day of my life at that time and if it was not for that party, I would not be where I was now.
While I still live in the same house as before, that was about the only thing in my life that had stayed the same. I had not touched marijuana since that day in Taylor Swift's house and, surprisingly, I have never felt better. Why had I given up my former activity of choice? Well, that's an easy answer...I now had something much more important to fill my free time...or more importantly, some ONE.
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After I had arrived back in the Pacific Northwest from Nashville, I went to a party hosted by my friend from work. While sitting down at the party, I looked across the room and saw a beautiful brunette woman in a pair of thick glasses collecting empty beer bottles and tossing them in a bucket. Her name was Samantha and she was my friend's sister. She, being extremely OCD, was keeping the mess to a minimum and keeping silent the entire time.
When Samantha looked over at me with her big brown eyes, she smiled quickly before turning away and continuing her cleaning. I watched her petite body scurry to the kitchen, her perfect ass jiggling in her tight blue jeans with each step.
Before meeting with Taylor, I was the farthest thing from "confident" when it came to women. Luckily, the parade of famous girls lining up to get in bed with me had built my confidence up enough to follow Samantha into the kitchen. I slowly walked up to her as she was bent over, loading the bottles into a trash can. I cleared my throat, causing her to jump and turn around. She fumbled around to catch her glasses which had fallen off from the sudden motion.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I said as she put her glasses on and stared at me.
"It's okay, I was just...I was...I'm Samantha," she said as she extended her hand.
"Dan," I said, laughing at the awkward handshake she had initiated. "I noticed you smiled at me out there and ran off pretty quickly. I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I...I'm fine I just...I get nervous around good looking guys," she said before looking confused, realizing that she had called me 'good looking'.
"First off, thank you...second, why would a beautiful girl like you be nervous? I'm sure you've had a boyfriend who has been much better looking than me," I said, still smiling at her awkward nature.
"I've...I've...I've never...I," she stuttered.
"You've never...?" I said, trying to help her get out what she wanted to say.
"I've never...had a...boyfriend," she said, shocking me.
"You've never had a boyfriend? Wow," I said.
"Yeah, you probably think I'm weird," she said as she turned away and continued loading bottles into the trash.
I walked closer to her and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around.
"Not at all, I think it's cute. As cute as you yourself are," I said as her eyes lit up in front of me.
"Really?" she said with a giggle.
"Yes. I'd love to take you out on a date sometime...if you're cool with that," I somewhat confidently stated.
"I'd love to," she responded, which started an awesome year.
Three nights later, I picked up my petite princess and took her out on what she has since called the 'best night ever'. While we ate, I could not help but stare at her beautiful little five foot, two inch figure in her tight white tank top, which hugged her little b-cups tightly. When she would walk to the bathroom, I could not keep my eyes off of her cute little round ass shake in her long but tight skirt. After the date, I took her home and gave her her first kiss but certainly not her last.
Three months later her brother had moved away, leaving her with no place to live. Since we were fully dating at this point, I asked my twenty-three year old girlfriend to move in with me which she gladly accepted. The first night of her living with me, she gave up her long-lasting virginity to me. For the last eight or so months we have been closer than most married couples, both in and out of the bedroom.
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It was now a week from my birthday and I woke up like every other morning. I softly rolled Samantha off of my chest, careful not to wake her up. I stood up and stretched, noticing that I had not pulled the condom off from the night before. I quickly took it off and headed for the bathroom. The day went on like normal until around six o'clock that night when I heard a knock on the door.
Samantha was sitting on the bed, doing some work on her laptop, while I was sitting on the couch watching a movie. I heard a knock on the door, followed by Samantha asking me to answer it. I shot up and walked to the door. As I opened it up, my jaw almost hit the ground.
"Hey," Taylor Swift said, as she stood at my door carrying a suitcase. "Surprise!"
"Taylor!" I said, in complete shock. "Wha...what are...what..." I stuttered.
"You're so cute when you're flustered," she said as she leaned forward for a kiss, causing me to gently push her away. "What's the matter?"
"You can't be here, I have..." I said before being cut off from behind me.
"Dan, who's at the door?" Samantha said as she exited the bedroom and walked towards the door.
I turned around, not sure what I was going to do, and watched as Samantha realized exactly who was at the door. When she looked and saw Taylor, her eyes went wide and she took a deep breath.
"Oh my god!" she yelled. "Taylor Swift! What is she doing here?" she squealed as she ran up to us. She tried to compose herself as she moved next to me.
"Samantha...Taylor and I are...we..."
