The late teenage years and early twenties are a difficult time in a lot of young people's lives. While the relief of leaving school and the seemingly endless party possibilities end and begin at similar times, it often seems as if young people have it easy. However, this is also a time where young people move away from home - for study, work or other purposes. Where they lose friends and gain new ones, where they begin their journey through "real life" but most importantly, it's where they start to ask themselves those questions..... Who am I? Where do I fit in, in all of this?
For me, this was a difficult question to answer. I always just felt like one of the numbers at high school. I wasn't necessarily popular, but I wasn't unpopular. There was a lot of people I was friendly with, but I didn't have a lot of people I would call close friends. I wasn't really invited to high school parties, though I did enjoy going when an invite came up. As I finished high school I was unsure of the direction that I wanted to take in my life. College appealed to me as it did to my parents, who encouraged me that getting a degree would make my life easier and more enjoyable in the long term. Of course, this isn't the case for everyone, however for me it was an option that worked. I studied away from home, only coming back when on holidays, which provided me with some valuable life experiences such as living with other people, getting used to working, cooking and providing for myself and many other things.
At 22, I now had my life out in front of me after graduating with a degree in accounting. I had always been good with numbers so this was quite a logical step forward. I had impressed the partners with my attitude, willingness to learn and work ethic during an internship at a highly prestigious firm, and they had offered me a job soon afterwards. All of a sudden I was being paid a reasonable amount more than the average living wage in a new city.
While my life was going quite smoothly from the outside, there were still things that were changing. Of the few friends I kept in touch with from high school, it was a rarity that I was able to see them at all. I had met some new people at college and work who were fun to be around but I struggled to find a group of people that I really fit in with. I didn't have the most outgoing personality which wouldn't have helped my cause. Lastly, and most importantly I thought.... While I had successfully landed myself a job and was living comfortably by myself I was still a virgin. At 22, I was yet to even kiss a girl, let alone have sex with one. This was difficult for me, and even while at college this played on my mind. I was shy, but I had always taken an interest in the girls at school and college. When in high school I thought I might get lucky somewhere with someone. When I left I thought I'd have plenty of opportunities at college, and now I didn't know where and how I might lose my virginity.
I had considered many times booking high end escorts to ease my frustration, but I wrestled with this idea a lot. Did I really want to pay someone to take my virginity? I decided that I probably didn't. As a shy, skinny, white guy standing just short of 5'9, I also struggled with the confidence factor. I knew I wasn't going to be most girls first, second or even third choice, and that in itself did little for my confidence. Unfortunately I was also a virgin with a less than average sized dick in my early twenties who had known, heard and overheard so many stories about average guys being laughed at and ridiculed for their dick size, and I was even smaller.
As the months ticked by and I settled well into my new job, I was becoming more and more respected within the company. I had been commended many times on my reliability and was enjoying working at a business who's employees and management actually got along and appreciated each other. However, the only relationship I had had up until this point was with my right hand.
One Friday I walked out of the office in my button up shirt and long pants with a smile on my face. While I enjoyed working at the company, the weeks were still long and I loved my time to rest on the weekends. I stopped by my favourite café on the walk to my car. I ordered my food and decided to sit outside. I enjoyed soaking up the early spring sun, not yet hot enough to cause a sweat. I watched the people walk past, more often than not looking relieved to have finished their work week. I kept my eyes on a group of hot early twenties girls who sat inside the café, however ten minutes later they had up and left.
A short time later I had finished my small meal and was preparing myself to leave, but looking at my phone when I suddenly heard a feminine voice from in front of me.
"Jack Price?" Shocked I looked up, that indeed was my name. I was more shocked when I saw who was on the other side of the table. It was a girl I didn't recognise, but not because she had unrecognisable features. No, this girl had the biggest tits I had ever seen by some distance, a small, tight waist and as far as I could tell, a massive ass that I could see from the front. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes and thick eyelashes. Her lips were incredibly thick, a result of what I imagined must have been cosmetically done. She was tall, probably about 6 feet, and her long legs stretched into a pair of heels, making her another 3 or 4 inches in height. She was wearing a tight, black dress, her massive cleavage almost popping out the top.
She greeted me with a warm smile, however, even though she new my name, and even though she was indistinguishable from anyone I had ever met, I had no idea who this woman was. She looked to be in her late 20s, or maybe even early 30s I thought. She had the definition of a trophy wife look, which meant I couldn't really be sure. She really did have the perfect bimbo look. What I was sure of however, was that with a body built as insanely as hers, there was no way this girl was under 27. To that end, I had no idea who I was talking to. Confused, I reached out my hand and shook hers. I took the opportunity to motion for her to sit, and she joined me on the other side of the table. She immediately started talking, saying things like "It's been such a long time since I've seen you." Unfortunately for me, nothing she was saying rung a bell.
After letting her speak for a minute or two and not gathering much more helpful information, I had to ask. "Hey, I'm really sorry, and I don't mean this to be rude in any way..... but I'm honestly not sure who you are." I said as delicately as I could. I looked into her eyes, they were familiar but I had no idea where from. "Oh my god Jack I'm so sorry," She said. "I'm Kenzie..... Kenzie Walsh from high school.... We used to sit next to each other sometimes in Math." It took me a while to realise what she had said, and for my brain to process this information, but when I had, I did finally realise that this indeed was Kenzie Walsh, and there was a reason that those eyes were familiar. I had an enormous crush on Kenzie in high school. She had big tits, a skinny waist and a shapely ass back then, but nothing compared to what she had now.
"Oh my god Kenzie, I'm so sorry I didn't recognise you," I said shyly as I continued to process that this goddess was actually not in fact in her late twenties, but the same age as me - 22.
