This is the first few chapters of the story. All participants in this story are 18 years of age. I hope that you will find this submission enjoyable and will look forward to reading the second part, which will be coming soon. Enjoy!!
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Wendy and Max have been dating for a few months and now that the football season is over, Max is happy to be able to spend more time with Wendy. He is not a football player, in fact he doesn't play sports at all. Wendy was a reserve cheerleader. Between attending practices, cheering at reserve football games and attending the varsity games, she barely had time to do her homework much less spend much time with Max.
For for years, she has tried out for varsity cheerleader, hoping that she would make it, but she just isn't enough, popular enough or as beautiful as all the other cheerleaders. She loves being a cheerleader, even if she isn't on the varsity squad. Dating Max most likely does not help her chances either. She has had opportunities to date more popular jocks, but they are not as interesting to her as Max. She likes Max's sense of humor, his quirky looks and his intelligence and knows he will make a great engineer someday.
After the fifth period Senior economics class, she sees Max walking down the hallway in her direction. She hurries down the hallway and gives him a quick hug. She asks, "What are you doing after school today?"
"Spending time with you, hopefully," he replies.
"Great, meet me out back after class."
Max gives her a quick peck on the cheek then continues toward his next class before he is late for class. He feels pride well inside of him as he sits down in the classroom. A few minutes into class, he begins to daydream about her. They have shared many quick kisses while dating, but their relationship has not progressed much further, mainly because they have not spent much time out of school together. He envisions their relationship going further as he stares blankly in the teacher's direction. With his 19th birthday coming up soon, he wonders if she would be willing to give him a birthday gift that no other woman has given him. Before he knows it, the class bell signals the end of period six.
The next two classes seem to drag on forever until the final school bell of the day rings. Max quickly collects his books and races off to his locker, puts his books away, then heads behind the back of the school. He sits on a picnic table in the patio area covered with brick pavers and waits for Wendy to arrive. While waiting, he looks at the red, yellow and purple flowers blooming from the bushes that create a divide between the patio area and the blacktop of the rear parking area used by the teachers.
He feels a tap on the back of his shoulder blade and turns to see Wendy. She circles around where he is sitting on top of the picnic table. Taking a seat next to him, she asks if he has been waiting long.
"Nope" he answers. "I have only been here a minute or two."
She scoots close to him, pressing her legs and hips against his. Max puts his hand on her knee and gives her a peck on the side of her cheek. She smiles and begins to blush as his hand slowly moves up her leg. Afraid they will be seen by other students or worse yet, a teacher, she pushes his hand away.
"You're going to get us in trouble, Max" she giggles. Taking him by the hand, she says, "Let's go home."
The two of them walk hand in hand down the edge of the blacktop, heading to the street. Cars are lined up, trying to leave the school area as they approach the street. The turn left onto the sidewalk and head toward Max's house, which is just a few blocks away from her home. As they are walking, they chat about their school day and classmates.
Wendy finds it romantic that Max allows her to hold his hand without complaining or trying to pull away. Most of the popular guys think they are too manly to hold hands. They head toward Max's house because his parents don't arrive home from work for a few more hours. Her mom gets home from her factory job earlier and would not be happy if she brought Max to her house.
When they enter Max's house, he gently leans her against the wall and gives her a peck on the lips as he looks into her eyes, looking for approval. Wendy's eyes stare back at him with a serious look on her face. She leans in and gives him a peck on the lips. Wanting to move things further, he wraps his arms around her waist and moves in closer to her, pressing his body against her. Their lips meet for a third time, this time staying locked for a few seconds.
Max parts his lips, not sure how to give her a passionate kiss, but willing to try anyways. He has gotten further with her than any other girlfriend he has had, which isn't saying much, considering this is the longest kiss they have shared thus far.
Wendy feels something pressing against her mound and becomes a little freaked out. She breaks the kiss and pushes his body away from her simultaneously, then steps away from the wall. The kiss has stirred excitement in her body as well, but she is afraid he will act like her other boyfriends and try to go from first base to third base in a matter of minutes. Her other boyfriends took passionate kissing to mean they had freedom to grope her body anywhere they pleased.
Taking Max by the hand, she starts walking further into the house and says, "Let's go sit on the couch and watch some TV."
Feeling rejected by her sudden movements and pushing him way, Max follows her through the living room to the family room in the back of the house, which is his room to watch TV. He wonders if she didn't like the way he kissed her as they are walking.
"Would you like a snack?" he says, finally speaking up as they start passing the kitchen.
"Sure, grab me something and I bring it into the room. I will find something to watch."
Fumbling through the pantry, Max finds a half bag or Oreo cookies hidden in the back. He wonders if his mom hid it from him and his little sister. Luckily for him, she goes to an after school program and won't be home for an hour or so. He grabs the Oreos and heads into the family room where Wendy is sitting on the end, resting her left arm on the arm rest, flipping through the channels with the remote in her right hand.