I woke up on the morning of my 18th birthday in October 1996 expecting the boring day my birthday usually turned out to be. It was in the midst of my senior year of high school and I was still a rather shy boy of 5'8" tall and about 140 lbs...not a string bean but still pretty thin. I did have a rather nice member (if I do say so for myself) that was about 6 inches long and average girth. I think it may have looked bigger that it actually was, if only because I was so small, regularly one of the shortest boys in my class. I always thought the best part was the slight upcurve of the shaft that I hoped would hit all the right spots. I hoped because to that point in my life, I had never had a real girlfriend. I had gone on dates periodically, but never had a serious relationship or got much beyond simple kissing. If it isn't obvious by now, I was a virgin.
My two older sisters, twins, were in college, one in Indiana and the other still living at home, but she had her own life, coming and going as she pleased. My parents were going to a business dinner for my Dad's job, so they wouldn't be home until later in the evening. Knowing we were planning to celebrate my birthday on Sunday afternoon, I assumed nothing was going to happen when I left for school that morning. Boy, did I turn out to be wrong.
When school let out that afternoon, I spent a good amount of time trying to figure out what to do with my evening. I did not want to do anything too crazy because I was leaving early the next morning to hike Old Rag Mountain in Virginia with some of my friends. Unfortunately, on that night all my friends were working. I would normally have been working as well, but since it was my birthday, my boss had given me the day off.
On a normal off day, I wandered over to the local college the field hockey team. I grew up in the Midwest playing ice hockey and, at that time in Central Maryland, field hockey was the only way to get my hockey fix. Although not quite the same as on ice, I really did get into field hockey. I was often surprised at how physical games became. Of course, It didn't hurt that the sexiest, most mysterious girl I knew started as a freshman on the team, playing defense. Molly was a tiny little thing about 5'4" tall, with what I assumed was a perfectly proportioned, lean body. She always wore baggy clothes, so no one really knew what her body was like. Even so, whenever I had the chance, I made it a point to watch them play, primarily so that I could see #39 running up and down the field wearing a uniform that was borderline Catholic schoolgirl...the knee high socks and short skirt accentuating her toned, athletically muscular legs that I often dreamt about being wrapped around my waist. Unfortunately, the team was playing an away game and I wouldn't have time to get there before the game was already over.
Molly and I had known each other since my freshman year, during which she dated one of my friends. Even though they had long since broken up and she graduated the year before, we still hung out in the same circle. Fortunately for me, my friend Ethan had a twin sister, Sara, who just happened to be best friends with Molly. As a result, I got to watch the girl of my dreams grow up and become sexier and better looking with each passing year. Unfortunately for me, seeing her become so alluring also made me realize Molly was so far out of my league, I couldn't see her league with a pair of binoculars. My league was more like Jamie, a decently attractive sophomore who sometimes hung out with our group. I heard through the grapevine that Jamie had a crush on me and assumed I would end up with someone like her even though I didn't think she was all that special.
After sitting in the school parking lot for way too long, I realized there was nothing to keep myself occupied in the shithole little town I grew up in and decided to go home. I thought I was probably going end up at home anyway, listening to music in my room and generally doing as little as possible, especially with my plans the next day. About 2 hours later, everything I thought about my 18th birthday changed with the sound of the doorbell.
I walked downstairs to answer the door and immediately thought I was dreaming. Standing on my front porch, still in her uniform, was the one girl I never thought would be standing there be herself...Molly! The butterflies were instantaneous. Seeing her bare legs in that sexy skirt and her shirt clinging to her body like saran wrap made me trip over my tongue. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds where I felt frozen in place, I was able to acknowledge the vision of perfection standing in front of me.
"Molly! Wh-wh-what are you doing here?" I stammered, knowing I sounded like a complete idiot.
"Well, I know it's your birthday, so I wanted to stop by to say, well, Happy Birthday," she said with a smirk that even I could tell meant she wanted to say a whole lot more.
"Thank you, you just made my day. It's been uneventful until you go here. Wanna come in for awhile? I'm not really doing anything special."
"I thought you'd never ask," she replied brushing past me. As she walked by, the scent of her sweaty body filled my nostrils like a sea breeze, salty and sweet at the same time. I also thought I heard her mutter something under her breath as she passed me, but I must have been hearing things. There was no way she had actually just said,
if this just made your day, you have no idea what you're in for.
Turning to face me, Molly asked if there was anyone else home. When I replied that there wouldn't be anyone else here for a couple more hours, a little sparkle lit up her eyes. With a cheshire cat grin forming on her face, she said, "why don't you show me your room?"
Not sure exactly what was happening, but certainly not willing to risk saying anything, knowing I would blow this, I nervously took her hand. I let her lead the way up the steps, though, so I could stare at her tight, sexy ass as we went up. I noticed a flash of cheek and wondered if she had anything on under that skirt, causing an involuntary shudder of ecstasy to pass through my entire body. At the top of the steps, Molly asked me which room was mine. I told her it was the room immediately on the right, into which she pulled me, shutting the door and locking it behind her.
I turned around and saw her standing there and noticed her eyes wandering around my room, seeming to take it all in. I was a bit embarrassed because my room didn't really have a lot in it. Covering the walls were some of the hockey jerseys I had worn through the years, mixed with an assortment of posters for some of my favorite bands. I had always listened to a little bit of everything, but focused on heavy metal and grunge. As you came in the door, there was a dresser immediately on the wall to the right, on which was my small stereo. A CD rack filled with hundreds of CDs was just past that and then there was an alcove on the right side. If it was my room now, I would have turned the alcove into a reading area, but at the time it housed my desk and computer. Above the desk were a set of shelves with my printer and my collection of goalie masks I had collected over the years, both from playing and going to games as I grew up. Adjacent to the door, immediately on the left, was a closet that took up the entire wall. Most of the space in the closet was taken up by old or broken hockey sticks, goalie pads and my hiking/camping gear. My bed sat alone against the wall on the left with a small bedside stand and lamp next to it. That was about it.
After taking in my room, Molly took a deep breath, almost like she was preparing to say the hardest thing ever. She told me she heard some rumors and wanted to find out if they were true. Totally puzzled, I responded with a questioning, "Oooo-kaaaaay?"
Once again Molly's eyes roamed around the room, seemingly lost deep in thought and my embarrassment over my empty room grew even more. I had never been a person who wanted a lot of stuff, and I am still that way. I was content with my CDs and the old gear from my hockey playing days. I spent more time in the outdoors to make a fancy room worth the hassle. As a teenager, though, a lot of your social standing depended on things, who had what and how much. I had my own car, but even that was nothing special, a late model station wagon from the mid-80s that did nothing but get me from point A to point B and burned a lot of gas doing so.
"Why don't we sit on the bed," Molly said, sitting next to me and allowing her muscular leg to brush mine. I could feel the warmth of her body through my jeans and could not stop the gasp from escaping my mouth. She reached over, took my hand, held it in both of hers, then looked deeply into my eyes.
