The following story is a slow build. There is no real sex in the entire first chapter. Enjoy!
Everyone is at least 18.
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Amy was an unusual teen girl. While all her friends obsessed about boys and sex, she was nearly indifferent to the whole thing. It was not that she did not have sexual urges. It was more that her priorities were school and learning and she was not going to be distracted by other things. Determination and will had got her to her senior year without even a kiss. Her friends started to become persistent in their pleas for her to "hook up". It was not until she met Jim that her will was truly tested.
Jim was a rugged, athletic type. He was the kind of boy that everyone liked, both male and female. The girls around him all wanted to be his girlfriend. He lettered in varsity football, basketball, and hockey. Amy admired him the way someone admires a Renaissance original: a nice piece, but certainly not one she would ever have. This longing was purely physical. Although Jim had a great body, he also was a bit stuck on himself and not all that bright.
They hung in different circles. Then, one day, someone suggested that Jim try out for the part in the upcoming showing of "Taming of the Shrew". It turned out he had the natural confidence and charisma to land a decent role, though he was not playing the lead. While Amy avoided most activities, she did need something for college, so she was working as a set helper on the play. That was when she literally ran into him.
"Oh my god, I didn't see you there. I am so sorry, are you ok?" Amy said.
Jim held his nose, blinking away tears and stars. "Um, I'll be all right. I get worse hits at practice. Just give me a second."
Amy had been rushing around, trying to shuttle a prop that had been misplaced. Since it was in the next scene, she had picked it up in a hurry and spun around to go deliver it. When she turned, her elbow made a direct hit right into Jim's nose. He had been moving towards the stage, preparing to enter on his cue. Now they were both late and he was holding his nose, crouched slightly.
"I think your cue is coming. You better get out there. Again, I am sorry! Let me make it up to you."
Jim looked her over. She was cute. A brunette with big brown eyes and a nice smile. She had her hair up in a pony tail, wore a baggy shapeless shirt and plain featureless pants. Beneath all that, he thought she might have a nice body. Although she was not the typical girl Jim pursued, his mind was working and so he said, "How about you let me take you out for an ice cream after the show?"
Amy was slightly confused. And then her eyes widened. "You mean, like a date?"
Jim nodded.
She was about to shake her head and say "no", but the way he clutched his face made her feel bad. She sighed under her breath. "OK. That's a deal."
He hurried off and Amy wondered what she had gotten into. She quickly delivered her prop.
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Amy got home from school and made a straight line to her room. Her parents briefly saw a blur as she went by, her mom trying a vague wave that was not returned. It was not unusual for their girl to hit the books hard, so they did not think much of it. But, this time, Amy was not thinking about studying, she was concentrating on something much more difficult for her: what to wear?
Her mind entertained and discarded possibilities. She did not really have a cute outfit that felt right. The closest she had to pretty was a spring dress that hung to her knees, but she did not feel like freezing in the middle of February, so she at first discounted it. After trying on one loose set of jeans after another, however, she came back to it. Maybe if she wore a set of tights under it?
She pulled some tights from the bottom drawer that she used for figure skating. They were much too revealing for anything other than skating. Briefly she thought about how odd that an outfit that was perfectly fine during practices on the ice was not at all appropriate in another setting. Anyway, it was fine under the dress. She would not freeze, and the contrast of the white flowered dress and the black tights actually was not bad.
Pulling her purse out of her closet (she hardly ever used it), she looked in the mirror. It would do, I guess. So, she went to down to dinner.
Her mother raised an eyebrow at the change. "What's up, Amy?"
"Hi Mom," Amy responded, clearly stalling. "Um, I decided to dress up for the play tonight."
Her mother accepted that. "You look nice."
Amy started to relax just a little. Her mom never gave her compliments on her appearance. It was always homework and academic achievements. Oddly, it gave her just enough confidence that she could actually leave the house and head off to the play. "I guess I am a bit nervous," she thought to herself.
She decided to watch from the audience instead of participate in the set changes this time. This was OK because the kids involved in setup and teardown were always coming and going. As long as a few were around, it went smoothly, and tonight was no exception.
Jim did a good job in his little role, and Amy admired his handsome features and confident delivery, not quite believing he had asked her out.
After the show, Amy went around backstage and found Jim.
"You did a great job out there, Jim," she said.
"Thanks, Amy!" He beamed. "Ready for that ice cream?"
She nodded and they walked down the street, crossing over at the light, and just a little further. The ice cream shop was strategically close to the high school and middle school, which was no accident. Lots of teens frequented the place, even in the winter. It was more than just ice cream: it had food, although not of a great quality. People just liked to hang out there. In fact, Amy saw a few of her fellow classmates gawk at the two of them enter. She felt an odd sense of pride seeing the girls' jealous expressions.
The boys were even checking her out. Glancing down, she supposed that a bit of cleavage was showing. It was weird being evaluated like that, so she kept her eyes on the floor and sat down at a booth. She had never had a second glance before.
Jim scooted in beside her, which threw her off a bit. She expected him to be across from her and having him so close meant she smelled his masculine scent and felt his leg brush against hers. The waiter took some time to come visit them, so Jim commenced to engage her in a one-sided conversation about his various athletic activities. She just nodded and made appreciative sounds where it seemed appropriate.
They finally got a waiter to come take their ice cream order. Amy thought a bit about if she should order something smaller because she was a girl and should not eat so much. She decided on a normal size dish, whereas Jim got a three scoop deal with bananas, hot fudge, and whip cream.
All the nervousness from the beginning of their date wore off as they waited for their ice cream to come. To tell the truth, Amy was actually getting a bit bored listening to Jim drone on. Her mind started to wander and she missed a couple of cues where she was supposed to be impressed. She wondered if she could get through this and decided she needed to do something.
"Hey Jim, that all sounds interesting, but tell me, have you been with a lot of girls?"
It was perhaps the worst conversational segue ever, but Jim hardly blinked at the hard right turn it took.
"Not a ton," Jim started, "but ya, a few."
"Anyone serious?" she asked.
Jim thought for a second. "I dated someone for six months, so yes, pretty serious."
