I guess I should tell you a little about myself before I tell you my story. To those who do not know me well, I usually seem a little shy, alone, and quiet, but looks can be deceiving. I live on adrenaline, passion, and excitement. Those fortunate enough to learn this are never disappointed. But I digress…now back to my story.
I have always been kind of a loner. I dated, but could never really care about someone enough to really get close to her. That all changed one special night.
It was my first semester at college; I was a freshman, out of my league, but driven right into the center of my element. There is no greater thrill for a loner than a campus of twenty five thousand.
I came to school knowing only one woman, one friend, a girl who broke the mold and all of the rules that came with it. She was geometrically perfect, not too short, and not too tall. She had long, golden blonde hair that flowed like a river over her porcelain skin and dark, jade eyes that always seemed to have something hiding behind them. Her lips were always soft to the touch, and her smile could stop a man in his tracks from fifty feet away. She was petite and had an amazing wild side.
Seeing her there, fingers laced around the steering wheel, pink, painted toenails peeking out from leather sandals while she shoved the pedal to the floor, made me want her more than anything. She was the only one who could intimidate me…seduce me. She was the only one who could really get under my skin, and I loved the feeling.
I will never forget that night. The weekend had been long, but great. There had been alcohol and dancing surrounded by fast cars and faster women. I loved the rush. I could not seen past her, though, as I passed row after row of blonde hair and breasts. Whenever I even came close to one of them, I thought only of her. I was not obsessed, but no one could compare to her.
We had been dating for awhile but never gotten serious, but I was always wondering if I would have what it would take to please her. I finally got the chance a couple of days after my weekend had ended, and we were back at school together. She was crashing at my place, and things were going well. I had pulled out all the stops. The lights were made dim, and the mood was set thanks to candlelight and slow, soft music. I had always been somewhat timid around her, but now I had to see, had to be aggressive, had to show her I knew what I was doing.