Sophia Hamilton
I first met Sophia Hamilton in my senior year at a large high-school on the outskirts of San Antonio, Texas. It was a hot, late spring day and the air-conditioning felt good. I remember very clearly that it was in a precalculus class in a small portable near the edge of the large campus where I first saw Sophia. I sat and waited for the class to start as the thirty or so other students funneled into the classroom, slid into their government-issued desks and dropped their backpacks on the floor with a thud..
Disinterested in the class, I sat in the back of the room and stared down at the formulas in my book and wished for the umteenth time that I understood them better. The teacher, Mrs. Baldwin, hadn't yet arrived so students mingled here and there and discussed the latest song, meme and whatever else eighteen-year olds talk about. Then, done staring at formulas I didn't understand, I slumped in my desk and waited for the class to begin.
As usual, the desk in front of me sat empty. But then I caught movement to my right and turned my head to watch the most beautiful girl I had ever seen angle her way over to the empty desk, drop her backpack to the floor then slide her perfect, little ass into the seat. Forget love at first sight. This was complete and total infatuation. It took only seconds for her to cast a spell that I knew would haunt me for the rest of my life.
To this day, I lack the vocabulary to describe how beautiful Sophia was. About 5'2" and slender, I just remember sitting up straight and staring at the back of her head and at hair of the most luxurious texture and smell. So luxurious was her long, brown hair that the overhead lights shimmered off the contours of her locks and made me wish I could wrap them around my face and breathe in her scent. Immediately smitten, I fell for this stunning, new girl, and just as fast, lost interest in my girlfriend of two years. Of course, I didn't work up the courage to talk to Sophia that day, so I sat silently in my seat until class let out then slunk my way out of the classroom and off to my next class.
Much to my delight, Sophia was already in my fifth period class when I walked into the room. Another kid I didn't care for had already taken the seat directly behind Sophia but was short enough that I could look over his narrow shoulders and at the back of Sophia's head. Over the course of the hour, I caught myself fantasizing at the thought of again mashing my face into her hair and went so far as to imagine wrapping it around my cock and jerking off.
Mr. Parson, a fiftyish, bald man, was the teacher whom we students liked well enough. On the first day of class, he had us pass around a plastic bowl from which we pulled out small pieces of paper. Mr. Parson had written a number on each paper, one to five. These papers divided us into five groups with four or five students in each group. On the day of Sophia's arrival to class, Mr. Parson took notice of her, scanned the room to determine who was in which group then made my day as he told Sophia to join group five, which much to my joy, was my group. My day couldn't possibly have gotten any better.
The class was the debate class, which I kind of enjoyed most days but really enjoyed now that Sophia was in attendance.
Ensconced in one corner of the large room, my small group sat in a circle and began preparations for an upcoming debate with group three. "Hello," said Sophia to our group. I'm Sophia," she continued in a confidence that belied her young age and size.
"Hello," we responded in kind, with me no longer interested in debating and glad I was sitting down to hide the partial erection that now grew in my pants. My turn came for introductions and I sort of looked Sophia in the eye. "I'm Noah," I replied sheepishly and struggled to not drop my eyes to the swell of her chest. "Where are you from?"
"Chicago," replied Sophia. "My dad's a minister so we got transferred here where my dad will head up a new church."
A minister I thought, not exactly sure what that meant regarding me bedding his exquisite daughter. Then I chided myself for even thinking such thoughts. This new girl was as pure as a field of untouched snow. She was polite to a fault, well-spoken and clearly focused on her studies, none of which applied to me as I again strove to not look down at her bosom.
Over the course of the next few glorious days, Sophia admitted to having a twin brother, Justin, whom I had failed to meet due to the large size of the student body. But it turned out that he had become quite popular in a short period of time and was a great athlete to boot. His specialty was rugby, a sport that I had never really considered playing, but one that I immediately grew interested in once I heard Justin played. I reasoned that if I could get close to Justin, I could get closer to Sophia so I immediately joined the team. The ruse worked and I eventually got invited over to Justin's and Sophia's house for dinners at first then eventually for sleepovers.
Being in the spring of my youth, I wasn't immune from jerking off over my girlfriend, Ashley, but my nightly ritual kicked into overdrive over Sophia and even led to wet dreams that resulted in me waking up in the morning covered in a gooey mess.
I had never experienced this act with Ashley and made it a habit to jerk off each night thinking of Sophia before I fell asleep to help prevent me from cuming in my sleep, a tactic that worked most of the time but not always. To keep my mom from catching onto me going through so many pairs of underwear, I took to washing them out in the bathroom sink then placing them under my bed to dry so I could wear them again. The last thing I wanted was for my mom to question why I was going through so many pairs of skivvies.
After much soul-searching, I broke up with Ashley two weeks after Sophia arrived at our school, an event that plagued me but one I knew I had to do if I was ever going to get close to Sophia.
It was on another hot, spring day as we walked through one of the school's three parking lots. As we walked, we could hear the pump of bass from a Honda Civic not far away. I couldn't make out the group but it was upbeat and not at all in keeping with my mood. We were on our way out to a spot behind the football stadium where Ashley had taken to giving me handjobs, an act that she seemed to enjoy and approached with great enthusiasm. Eventually, we reached our destination and Ashley immediately reached for my zipper.
My first inclination was to give into habit but remembered why I led her to the spot. My heart raced and I developed a lump in my throat as I tried to speak. It took a moment but I worked up the courage to proceed, so with no preamble to soften the blow, I dropped the hammer.
"What? What are you saying?" asked Ashley, her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Are you breaking up with me?"
My first instinct was to backpedal and deny that I wanted to break up after all. It was all a mistake and I was sorry for what I said but then I remembered Sophia and powered on."I'm not sure why," I said cowardly and looked at the ground.
"Is it that new girl?" asked Ashley through tears. "I've noticed how you look at her."
"Not at all," I lied, fearful that my infatuation would work its way to Sophia; an infatuation that I feared would scare her off and put her out of my reach. Confused, I stood with my head down, crushed at the thought of ending a satisfying relationship with a good girlfriend to vie for the affection of a girl who I feared was out of my reach. Tongue-tied after my big lie, I simply walked away, not sure what to say other than good-bye. I felt terrible and wished that I could have let Ashley down easier. She had been a good girlfriend, after all, but I needed Sophia
The days passed and eventually led to scorching heat and our summer break, but for the first time ever, I didn't want to go on break. I wanted to stay in school so I could see Sophia. Then days away from the inevitable, Justin surprised me and asked me to come over after school; an invitation that I had looked forward to since the day I first met him.
Spaghetti was for dinner, a dinner that I enjoyed and approached on my best behavor.
"Are you from here originally?" asked Sophia's dad, a tallish man in his mid-forties with brown hair parted to one side.
"I am," I replied, painfully aware of Sophia's presence, eager to impress her with good manners and lively conversation. Again, I worked hard to keep my eyes from dropping down to the swell of her breasts as she slurped at her own dinner. Her mother, a mid-forty carbon copy of Sophia, sat to my right and worked at her own meal. Still a beautiful woman, I had to work hard to not drop my eyes to her own full bosom.
Eventually, the night came to an end and it was time for me to leave. Being the well-mannered host that he was, Justin walked me out to my hand-me-down Corolla in the driveway that I got from my parents.
