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It was towards the end of my senior year in high school, which I remember because I'm sure it was after my eighteenth birthday. Jenny and Therese were both a couple of months older than me so technically we were all consenting adults when this went down. I'd gone to a dance in the high school gym with a couple of my buddies with the primary goals of either scoring or finding out about anyone having a party or, preferably, both. I didn't realize when I first saw her walk in the door with Therese that the cute blonde was Jenny, one of our former classmates who had moved away during middle school. Jenny had actually been my "girlfriend" in about fifth grade so it didn't take but a moment to recognize her and I was pleasantly surprised by the butterflies in my stomach, just as I'd experienced back then the couple of times she'd kissed me. I went over to say "Hi" and was glad that she seemed genuinely pleased that I'd come over to talk to her.
They explained that she was visiting Therese for a couple of days and thought that the dance would be a good opportunity to see a bunch of familiar faces. I could hardly take my eyes off of her as we talked. She'd certainly grown up since I'd last seen her but was still incredibly cute. Knowing that there would be a lot of people who'd also want to say "Hi," I just asked her to save me at least one dance. As it turned out, she did better than that. She did socialize with everyone who remembered her, but she danced every slow dance with me. I was honored but I'd also felt the immediate spark between us. We talked a little bit while we danced and a little bit when we weren't dancing and she wasn't catching up with somebody else. As the night went on, I realized that I wanted to see her again outside of the school dance.
After we'd shared our first kiss since elementary school, things heated up a bit. We made out a little, while trying to maintain some level of decorum given that we were at a school function, but she pressed her petite body against mine and I could feel my cock stiffening. As the dance was drawing to a close, we were alone in a shadowy corner, kissing, and I didn't want the night to end.
"Would it be possible to see you again before you go back to Texas," I asked, looking into her deep blue eyes.
"I'd like that very much," she replied, "but it will depend on Therese."
I wasn't too worried about Therese because we'd been friends for a long time and she'd given us a lot of space to hang out together that night. Before they had to leave, I gave Jenny my phone number, which was the same one I'd had back in elementary school, and asked her to call me even if we couldn't see each other so I could at least say good-bye to her. With one more quick kiss, she and Therese were off. I hung out with my buds for a little while after the dance and filled them in on some of the details of what had transpired. I explained that, although I wasn't expecting to fuck her if we got together, I did get the feeling that more making out could lead somewhere.
I was heading toward home since we hadn't found a party but, because Jenny was still in the forefront of my mind, I decided to swing by Therese's house and see if I could catch one more peek at her before I headed home. I parked around the corner and casually strolled up Therese's driveway while looking for signs of activity inside. I found the two of them in the kitchen, Jenny sitting at the table and Therese making them what looked like ice cream sundaes. It looked like they were both wearing nightshirts. I positioned myself where I could see Jenny and noticed a far-off look in her eyes. I didn't realize that the window was open a bit until Therese spoke.
"You're still thinking about him, aren't you?" she asked as she brought Jenny her bowl of ice cream and sat down.
"Mmm-hmm," Jenny confirmed, dreamily.
"He's a great guy," Therese responded, "If I was suddenly into guys again, I'm sure I'd consider him."
"You don't think he could turn you straight?" Jenny asked, "Or at least bi?"
"Ick...penis," Therese replied, making an exaggerated face.
"Mmm...penis," Jenny countered, looking dreamy again.
The two of them burst out laughing and just focused on eating for a couple of minutes.