Fear is such a strange thing.
This story only happened because of fear, the fear that I'm sure everyone has experienced at one time or another. The Fear I speak of is the fear of rejection.
When this story happened I was 19, I was in the Army and I had become a very self-assured young man. Kind of strange for me because of the fact that I had been a fat child. I mean a 12-year-old-fat-kid-being-told-he-may-not-see-13-unless-he-lost-some-weight fat. Ah, but the Army had changed that hadn't it? I had gone from 5'6" and 220 pounds to somehow 5'8" and 178 pounds. I had to look good in that uniform, didn't I?
So, on to the story. I'm 19, looking pretty decent, dressed well, nice car, everything you would not expect from someone so young. My friends and I had gone to a party and we were having a really good time. Not being a drinker I was having a great time watching my friends get pretty stupidly drunk. They were hitting on girls at the party, some were being turned down, some were actually finding dancing partners and I was pretty much just chatting up this one girl, nothing serious, but if nothing else worked out, she might get lucky.
It was a house party so there was only so far you could go, didn't want to be invading anyone's Moms room. So my friends and had pretty much become stationary at the entrance to the kitchen where the front door was still in view and ditto the back door.
At around 11:00, it happened. Denise walked through the door. She walked in with a couple of friends, but I noticed no one but her. My conversation with the girl I had been talking to trailed off to nothing, the guys facing the door were standing aghast, the guys not facing the door, finally turned to see what we were so in awe of. They too seemed to lose the ability to speak.
Now I say I had become a much stronger man than I had been, but I won't try to fool you into thinking she saw me and just fell into my arms. God I could only wish. No the truth of the matter was, I had fear, that selfsame fear of rejection that I mentioned at the onset of this story.
Denise walked in and stood around with her friends, getting a drink, laughing, she actually looked like she was having a pretty good time. After a while the oddest thing happened, guys started walking up to her and her friends, but instead of asking her to dance, they asked her friends, staring at Denise all the while.
Denise, man her name still conjures images of that dress. She was wearing one of those great 80's dresses where the sides have holes that show the skin and you could see she was wearing no underwear. She stood about 5'6", she looked like she weighed about 125-130, I would have guessed her measurements at about 36-22-36, maybe bustier, maybe a bit more in the hip area, but she looked so good. Her hair was very light brown, not quite blonde, but a shade short of it, her eyes looked to be a hazel or hazel-green and her skin was white like milk. God I loved the way she looked. Hell I think everyone at the party loved the way she looked.
I got up the nerve to approach, but only because she looked so lonely standing there by herself. Everyone was staring at her, but not one swinging dick came towards her. I couldn't believe my eyes. I decided at that moment to approach her, damn the consequences and the damned fear I felt.
I asked her if she would like to dance, she said yes. We danced and we talked. She wondered why no one had approached her. I offered my answer, fear. She asked if I thought she scared people. I had to explain, they would all have loved to ask her to dance, but they couldn't bring themselves to ask because had she turned them down, they would have been crushed. Any other rejection was easy to deal with because the other girls, though attractive weren't women. She appeared to be just that, a woman among girls. She said she wouldn't have rejected them, I leaned close and whispered into her ear that I was glad that they didn't know that because I might not be where I was right then.
A few minutes more and a slow song came on. She said she'd rather not dance to anything slow, she felt she didn't know me well enough yet. I asked if she would like to go outside and walk. She agreed to that and we were away.
Outside was rather exciting, I stopped a fight from smashing into my car, I told the Police I would get the guys to lower the music to appease the rather angry neighbors and actually got Denise to let me get with her into her car.
We talked for a few minutes and she was pretty much just milking me for more compliments. I had no problem with that. I called her beautiful, again explained how she was just more than most guys could hope to get, and after a few minutes, I got a kiss.