On his 18th birthday, Andrew has his first sexual experience
My name is Andrew. In high school, I wasn't cool enough to hang out with the cool kids and I wasn't nerdy enough to hang out with the nerds. I fell right in the middle of the social hierarchy. The average guy. The ignored. It didn't help that I was painfully shy either. I found it difficult to make friends, and if a girl ever did speak to me in class I would stutter and blush. I had a best friend though. His name was Paul. We'd been best friends since first grade. He was kind of a jock then, having developed an interest in sports the last couple of years, but he never exclusively hung out with the jocks. He was friendly with pretty much everyone. He was confident, tall and well-built, so obviously he was popular with the girls and seemed to have dates most weekends. His parents made a lot of money, but he didn't act too spoiled.
I wasn't some skinny little runt though. I guess I was a little above average in height and I was slim, but not too muscly. I walked a lot and rode my bike, so I managed to stay in shape. There were a few guys I knew enough to talk to, but it was only really Paul I hung out with outside of school. He always tried his best to encourage me in social situations, but I always found it so difficult. Sometimes he'd get me to sit with him at lunch with some other guys on the football team, but none of them really talked to me and I was happy enough to just sit and listen. I preferred to have a table of my own anyway.
Sometimes I felt bad for him, like I was holding him back or something. I tried to push him away, to let him go off on his own and do what he wanted. But he was a good guy. He'd bring up the topic of girls a lot, pointing some out in the halls as we walked to classes, asking if I liked this one or that one. I was always too embarrassed to admit it when I did think someone was hot though. He'd laugh and punch my arm and call me gay if I shook my head at one of the cheerleaders.
One time, as a joke, he pointed to a girl called Melissa and said with a wink, 'How about her?' I went red. He shouted, 'No way!' and pulled me over near the lockers. 'You serious, man? Melissa?'
'Keep it down,' I said.
'Oh, man. I don't believe it. Melissa. Ha! I gotta hook you guys up.'
'No. Please, dude. Just drop it.'
We walked on and he was still laughing. Melissa was kind of a goth. She'd come back after summer for our senior year with a completely new style. Her previously dark brown hair was now maintained with black hair dye and her wardrobe was an array of mainly black clothes, occasionally with something red to spice things up. A lot of people laughed at the sudden and dramatic change, and Paul and many others seemed to think of her as some kind of joke. I'd had a crush on her for as long as I can remember, and my feelings had developed in intensity after her change.
She was very pretty. Kind of short and skinny and pale, but with a round, happy face. The darkest brown eyes. She was confident and didn't seem to care what people thought about her. She wore black lipstick and heavy eyeliner and she had shoulder length hair, and across the cafeteria I'd try to catch glimpses of her stockinged legs and nice ass and memorize them for later. For the last couple of months she'd been skipping classes and there were rumors that she was using drugs. I never saw her dating guys in our school, but I'd seen her once getting picked up by an older guy in a car.
That Saturday it was going to be my 18th birthday. I was the youngest person in the senior year, but I hadn't been invited to anyone else's parties except for Paul's, and I didn't even go to that. I told him I was sick, but really it was because I was too anxious about hanging out with people I didn't know and having to talk to girls. I also hadn't started drinking yet and didn't want to embarrass myself by throwing up in front of everyone or acting stupid. Instead of throwing my own party, I planned to go to a restaurant with my parents. Just a quiet evening. I didn't have any siblings, so it was going to be the three of us. They knew I didn't like big events.
At 7:30pm I was dressed and ready to go. I went into the living room and found my dad in his sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He was watching a game on the television and eating chips from a bowl. 'What the hell is going on?' I said. 'Don't you think you should be getting ready?'
There was a knock at the door.
'How about going to see who that is?' Dad said, grinning.
I opened the door and saw Paul standing there, his car was still running behind him. 'Great, you're ready,' he said.
'What are you doing here?'
'Picking you up for your party, asshole!' He laughed and pulled my outside.
'Have a great time!' I heard my dad shouting as Paul closed the door.
I knew what was happening and I wasn't happy. We got into his car and he drove to his house. On the way he tried to calm me down, told me to relax and have a good time. He told me to grab a can of beer from the back seat and I sipped it slowly. 'How many people will be there?' I asked.
'Oh, you know. Just about everyone.'
I gulped.
'Relax. My parents are out of town for the weekend. Should be a good one.'
We pulled into the drive. Music was pounding from somewhere in the house and I walked behind Paul as we entered. 'Most people won't be getting here until around 9,' Paul said over his shoulder. I still thought it was busy inside. There were a few dozen people stood around talking and drinking from red cups. Paul high-fived a couple of the guys as we passed on our way to the kitchen.
'Grab a beer,' he said, pointing to an ice bucket on the counter.
'Sure,' I said. I was still nervous, but I thought I might as well try to enjoy it now. Maybe a few beers would relax me.
'Hey, happy birthday,' some guy said and slapped my back. Another guy joined us and we spoke for a while about school and our upcoming graduation. Paul was talking to some girls I recognized from school but didn't know their names. He winked at me when I caught his eye and I smiled back.
After a while, it didn't seem too bad. I'd had another two beers and began to feel warm inside. I started a conversation with another group of guys and things started to feel like they were coming naturally to me. I needed to use the bathroom then, so I put my empty bottle on the counter and waved to Paul and left to go upstairs. The house was much busier now. I had to squeeze through the crowd, saying 'Excuse me' and bumping into people. I heard a few 'Happy birthday!' calls on the way, so I guessed Paul had told everyone what the party was for.
After taking a piss, I left the bathroom and came face to face with Melissa. I made an audible gasp and she looked at me and laughed. 'Sorry,' she said, 'I didn't mean to surprise you.' She was wearing a black leather corset, short black skirt, black and white striped knee-high stockings and boots.
'Um, sorry. That's okay,' I said. It was the first time I'd spoken to her for almost three years, when she'd asked if she could borrow a pen in English class. She didn't even give it back because I was too shy to ask for it back.
