When Dan heard what his best friend John had just told him, he could hardly believe his ears. And when Dan actually looked across the crowded living room, he could hardly believe his eyes either. "Oh...my...God," Dan stammered as he realized John was right. "See pal, " John laughed, slapping Dan on the back. "I told you she was staring at you." The two eighteen year old men once again shifted their gaze back across the mass of high school partygoers to the beauty that was Amy Mitchell.
Amy Mitchell was something out of Dan's most intimate dreams and desires, and not just sexual dreams and desires either. Amy was a senior at Limestoneville High and was a bit of a social enigma. Physically she was pretty much perfect, standing tall at 5'11" and having a thin, yet well-toned body from her years of soccer and basketball. Amy had long blonde hair, flowing a little past her shoulders and the biggest brown eyes Dan had ever seen. Dan would often stare at her from his seat in the classes they had together, gazing with intense longing at her perfectly round C-cup breasts, her tight, round ass, and her long legs and toned thighs. Amy's skin was another physical aspect that the guys in Limestoneville drooled over. She had a perpetual tan, giving her skin a soft, vibrant glow even in the midst of winter.
However, while Dan often found himself locked in his bedroom after school, jerking himself silly to Amy's image, he loved her personality. Well, what personality he had glimpsed from the few times he actually had the pleasure of talking to Amy. She seemingly was happy and vibrant all the time, constantly smiling her beautiful smile to anyone she passed. Amy was a popular girl, who could have been even more popular if she hung out with the in-crowd. However, Amy had no social clique at the high school. She talked, laughed, and was friendly with anyone she thought was nice. That aspect got her turned away from some of the more popular crowds, who had no concept of what respect to others actually meant. But, it never seemed to bother Amy, who casually went on with her happy life.
"Snap out of it man!" John said, slapping the back of Dan's head in a friendly manner. "Quit staring off into space and go up and talk to the girl."
Dan drifted back from his reverie, shaking his head at John. "I don't know, John," he said. "She is probably just looking over in this direction at somebody else. I mean, why would Amy Mitchell be staring at me?"
Dan just laughed and shook his head. "Buddy, all I know is the girl of your dreams is looking right at you, and she still is by the way." Dan looked over and saw that Amy was indeed still looking at him, with a shy smile on her face. "Come on, Dan," John continued. "Guys like you and me are never gonna have a chance with any of the girls at this party. I mean, these are 'high-clique people' here and we only got invited because you helped Samantha Mathers pass her Math exam." John looked right at Dan now, with a dead serious look on his face. "Don't blow this opportunity, man. Even if you get rejected, at least you'll have finally tried what you've been dreaming about for three years."
Dan stared at his friend, then looked back across the room at Amy, then looked back at John again and sighed. "Here I go," Dan said, trying to smile and sound confident, but failing miserably. Dan worked his way across the living room of Samantha's house, keeping his eyes on Amy all the while, fearing that if he lost her gaze, this would all be revealed as a dream. Dan finally made it up next to Amy and said "Hello."
Except "Hello" isn't what came out of his mouth. Amy was wearing a tan, V-neck shirt and a short black skirt, both of which accented her beautifully tanned body to the highest degree. Dan noticed her stunning beauty for the first time tonight as he approached and said "Hello." However, all that came out of Dan's mouth was "Ahhhh."
Amy smiled as Dan tried to mumble something and then broke out into loud laughter. She leaned back against the wall, holding her stomach, trying to compose herself. Dan, looked completely defeated and turned to walk away, back into his high school obscurity when he felt a hand grab his arm.
"Wait," Amy said, her laughter dying down and a sad look came across her face. "I'm sorry to have laughed at you. It was so rude, but your face had the funniest expression on it and I couldn't help myself."
Dan turned and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I did look pretty funny. What I meant to say with that funny expression is 'Hi Amy.'" Amy smiled and extended her hand towards Dan. "Hi there Dan, how's things going."
Dan almost fell down in disbelief. He couldn't begin to understand how this goddess had remembered his name after only talking to him once or twice over the course of three years. "Umm, hi Amy. Things are cool. Pretty nice party, huh?" Dan looked around the living room, crowded with teenagers all dancing and drinking.
"Yeah, I guess it's ok," Amy said, following Dan's gaze. "I'm not much into this crowd though. Too many social bigots here, if you get my meaning." As a victim of their social bigotry, Dan got the meaning sure enough. "So," Dan began, "How'd you end up here tonight then? I mean, a nice girl like you and all." Amy grinned at that statement. "Well, not all the people here are that bad. Samantha Mathers is the Queen Bitch of the school, but some of her crowd is cool enough," Amy replied. "So Dan," she continued, "What about you? You never hang around with these people. How'd you end up here?" Amy smiled, "A nice guy like you and all."
Dan laughed and for the first time in his high school career, actually felt relaxed around a girl. Dan explained to Amy about his tutoring of Samantha and how he helped her pass her Math exam. In return, Samantha so graciously invited Dan and a friend to her next party, and they didn't dare pass up that invite.
Amy and Dan spent the next hour or so talking over the music, leaning against the living room wall like two wallflowers. They didn't care about not socializing with anyone else, because who were they to socialize with? Dan did feel the need to look for John and see how he was doing, but couldn't find his friend anywhere and excepted the fact that John must have left.
As the two new friends continued their conversation, Dan's desire of Amy only grew stronger. She was smart and kind, complimenting Dan on his new button-down shirt and slacks. Their talking never lapsed, even for one second, as they often finished each other's sentences, breaking up into laughter as the people around them gave the two some looks.
After over an hour of shouting into each other's ears to talk, Amy took Dan's hand in hers and said, "Let's go out back and talk. Somewhere where it's more quiet." Dan readily agreed and allowed Amy to lead him through the kitchen and out the back door. Samantha's parents were both lawyers and consequently, her parents were both rich. This wealth was reflected in their property. The backyard was huge, with a large wooden patio deck, gardens, a pool, and a walkway leading to a small hedge maze.
"WOW!" Dan cried as he set foot into this suburban paradise. Amy laughed as she gazed into Dan's green eyes. "Yeah, tell me about it. Samantha's parents really know how to spend money, huh?" Amy led the dazed Dan across the green lawn and up to the hedge maze, which was illuminated softly by the numerous lights along its path. Dan stopped at the entrance to the maze. "Do you think we'll get lost," he asked with a half-serious look on his face. "I mean, I would be too embarrassed to ever go back to school if I got lost in a hedge maze at a big party." Amy gave Dan a bright, big smile and grabbed his hand. "Let's see what happens," she laughed playfully, running into the maze and pulling Dan along with her.
The two ran through the twists and turns of the maze, laughing the entire time, and eventually navigated themselves to its center. Now it was Amy's turn to look stunned. "Wow," she mumbled at the sight before her. In the center of the hedge maze was a large pond, with glistening water flowing gently in the breeze. Three marble benches surrounded the pond and the entire area was softly lit by the glow of lights outlining the pond's diameter.
"You said it," Dan grinned, and the two took a seat on one of the benches. Upon sitting, Amy curled up next to Dan, much to his total surprise, leaning her head upon his shoulder. "Mind?" Amy asked. "Not at all," Dan replied, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Now this is more like it," Amy said, gazing into the rippling water of the pond. "It's so quiet and peaceful here. I could stay her all night."
"Me too," Dan agreed, turning his gaze away from the pond and looking down at Amy. Dan gasped to himself when he noticed that with Amy snuggled up against him, he could see clear down her shirt. Dan felt his cock expand and harden as he saw Amy's full breasts outlined snugly in her black bra.
"Cat got your tongue?" Amy asked, looking up at Dan. Dan stammered for a second when he looked like Amy had caught his eyes staring down her shirt, but quickly recovered. "Just wondering," he answered.
"Wondering what?" Amy asked, once again looking at the pond and cuddling closer to Dan. Dan's gaze involuntarily returned to looking at Amy's breasts, his cock becoming fully hard by now. "Just wondering why I never said 'Hi' to you before." Amy laughed, "But you didn't even say 'Hi,' silly, you said 'Ahhh.'" Amy broke out into laughter and Dan gave her side a pinch making her squeal and jump. "I did too say 'Hi.' It was just after I said 'Ahhh.'"
