This story would fit under any number of categories... first time, romance, fetish and erotic couplings would all be accurate. I am submitting it under the first time label and wherever the good folks at literotica choose to place it is fine with me.
However, the woman in question is what you would have to call a natural woman, one who chose to not remove her body hair. If stories written about such a woman offends you, you may not care for this too much.
Since I consider this a touching story of innocence and sexual awakening involving very insecure people, I think that calling this an erotic coupling of a budding romance involving a virgin would be a far more accurate description that simply lumping it in as a 'fetish' story.
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To almost everyone else, Sharon Richburg was an ugly duckling, but to Ray Mundy, she was anything but unattractive. In fact, to Ray she was a vision of beauty, and in the summer of 1969 he finally got up the nerve to let her know.
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Chapter One: I always watched her.
I had moved to Colonie when my father's company got relocated four years ago, and I had to admit that it was the worst possible time for me to have to make such a drastic change. It wasn't like I was the most popular guy at my old school back in Columbus, Ohio, but at least I had some friends.
Here in upstate New York, I was a fish out of water. Socially awkward at best anyway, I struggled mightily the first couple of years, and I always suspected that the stress had contributed to the horrible case of acne that I had developed just in time to impress my new classmates upon my arrival.
Eventually, the acne went away and I was able to make a couple of friends, so my high school years ended up to be halfway decent in the end. I hadn't done very well in the romance department though, but maybe that was because I always had been infatuated by one particular girl.
She was an "older woman" technically, because she was a sophomore when I arrived at the school as a geeky freshman, so I never really thought I had a chance at her. I did befriend her brother John, who was in my class, although to be honest I didn't really like him very much.
My sole reason for hanging around him was to get the opportunity to see his sister from time to time, although it wasn't as if the guys were lining up to date her or anything. She was as unpopular as I was, I suppose, partly because of how smart she was and partly because of the way she looked.
The very first moment that I laid eyes on her, I was in love. To me, she was so beautiful that on that day I followed her down the hall at school until she went into her class, and had to run at top speed to make it back to my own class in time.
I spent the rest of the day trying to see her again, and when I did see her in the lunchroom I tried to be casual as I asked somebody if he knew her name.
"Who? Froggy Bear?" the kid asked me. "What a freak she is!"
"Froggy Bear?"
"You ever hear her talk?" he said. "She sounds like that guy in Sha Na Na - you know? The guy that sings that low part in the song 'Blue Moon'? You gotta hear her to believe it. If she is a she, that is. Look how broad her shoulders are, and check out those arms of hers. She's as hairy as a bear."
I hadn't heard her talk, but I certainly had seen her arms, and what he thought was ugly and disgusting was something I found incredibly attractive. Her arms were coated with the most erotic looking dark hair, from her wrists to her bicep where the sleeve of her blouse cut off the view.
As I watched the girl sitting by herself eating her lunch, my heart was racing. Behind her large tortoise glasses she had the biggest brown eyes imaginable, and the sight of the down that circled the front of her ears gave me an instant erection. Her hair color was as dark as brown could get, and she wore it long with bangs that stopped just above the most luxuriously thick eyebrows that I had ever seen.
The kid that I asked the question of was still babbling away, making fun of the girl, but I didn't care. I knew what I liked, and I liked this girl. Liked wasn't even the right word. I loved her.
I went to the library and found a school yearbook, and although it took a while to look at all of the pictures of the previous freshman class, I finally found her. Her hair was a little shorter then, and she still had a very sad look about her, but it was her.
S. Richburg.
It being such a large school, they packed all the 150 pictures of the freshman in so tight a space that they only gave the initial of the first names of the kids. It was an indignity that I would feel myself later that year when that edition of the annual came out, but for now all I knew was that my goddess had a first name that started with an s.
The next day, I found her in the same place as she was the day before, sitting alone as she ate, but she was almost done by the time I got there and sat myself down.
The next day I tracked her down at lunch again, and when I tried to be my usual charming (or so I thought) self again I was greeted with a sullen silence at first. When I continued to try and impress her she got up from her seat and glared at me across the table.
"You might think you're funny but you aren't," she snapped. "Just leave me alone."
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Chapter Two: Less than an auspicious start.
Despite my being humiliated by her in the cafeteria, I didn't give up hope, eventually befriending her brother, and the more she saw me, the more she liked me.
Well, liked might be a strong word. I don't think Sharon liked every many people, but let's just say that she tolerated me. I would hang around the Richburg household whenever I could, putting up with Sharon's brother for the opportunity to get glimpses of her and to try and get her to like me.
The cards were stacked against me, and the major obstacle was the fact that Sharon was a year older than me. Since I was far from the most mature guy on the planet to begin with, this left me at a great disadvantage.
Sharon also was a very defensive person, and when I started to pay attention to the things that people would say about her behind her back, or even loud enough for her to hear, the fact that she had put up a wall around herself was no surprise.
How long did I try to get through to Sharon? A few weeks? A month or two? Hardly. Try over four years. There was a point that I knew that it wasn't normal for me to continue to pursue a girl that had no interest in me, but I felt powerless to stop.
Did I date other girls? Of course I did. I would often double date with John, trying to make it clear to Sharon that I was a guy that other girls found interesting, but that approach failed miserably. If she knew anything about it, she didn't let on.
It finally struck me that perhaps I could win her heart by trying to get involved in things that she was interested in. That was insanely easy, because there was only one thing that Sharon was interested in. Animals, and in particular, cats.
The Richburg home was a refuge for any stray cat that Sharon ran into, and beyond that Sharon volunteered at a animal rescue center and a no-kill shelter. When I mentioned to her in passing one day how much I shared her concern over the overpopulation of animals that caused so many to be put to death, I finally struck a chord within her. Somewhat.
Sharon got me to volunteer at the no-kill shelter. How much did I want to be around Sharon? Did you ever clean a litter box? How about a lot of litter boxes and whole lot of times? I got so used to the aroma of ammonia and cat pee that I hardly noticed it after a while.
Three nights a week all during my senior year, while my classmates were out drinking, dating or working jobs that paid money, I was cleaning animal cages and feeding kitties. Lucky for me I liked cats. Not as much as I liked Sharon, but I still liked them quite a bit.
Did I ever ask Sharon if she wanted to go out on a date? Sure I did. Countless times, but she never took me seriously. At least that was what I told myself when she would gently rebuff me.
It wasn't like she had a bunch of suitors lined up, because according to her brother John, she had never gone on a date and only had a couple of friends, both of them being nerdy girls just like her.
"Why are you interested in my sister?" John asked after fielding my not-so-subtle inquiry about Sharon during a guy to guy conversation in his bedroom one night. "Don't tell me you're hot for her? I'll barf!"
"No, it's just that I feel bad for her. She's a nice girl," I said, lying more than a little.
