Hey everyone!
This is my first attempt at Part 1 of a potentially ROMANTIC story, so if you're looking to get your rocks off quickly, this is not the story for you. For those of you who are interested in reading, I truly hope you enjoy it!
H.D.
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"I can do this...I know I can."
Adam repeated this mantra continuously, hoping that he would convince himself that he would be able to get through it. He looked absolutely ridiculous; standing in front of a floral-framed mirror in the bathroom of his current girlfriend's house. His thick brown hair was disheveled, his Levi's dangerously unbuttoned, and his remaining sock had a hole in the toe.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and saw a bead of sweat threatening to fall on his bare chest that was rapidly rising and falling.
"I can do this," he repeated once more, "what the hell is wrong with me?"
This was not the first time Adam encountered this problem. No more than a month ago did he have the exact same panic attack, albeit with another girl. No one could blame him; he was in fact what most teenaged girls called "the hottest fucking guy they'd ever seen". With 19 years of age under his belt, his future looked extremely bright, in both the educational and aesthetical sense. At 6'3", Adam pretty much towered over the remaining seniors at Thurgood High, except for the Varsity basketball players, but who knew what "physical enhancers" they were taking. But yes, he was your typical Casanova, except for one anomaly: he was still a virgin. With his piercing blue eyes, muscular, sturdy frame, varsity letter for wrestling, and an SAT score of 1460, he was many a high school girl's wet dream, yet he hadn't gone through with the dirty deed despite countless offers. Whenever presented with the opportunity to have sex, Adam would break out into a cold sweat and run for the nearest door. Don't get me wrong, he took full advantage of the countless blowjobs under the bleachers in the gym or in the backseat of his car, but when it came time to have actual sex, he fled.
"Babe, is everything okay?"
The overzealous voice of his girlfriend, Melissa, snapped him out of his zombie-like state.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be out in a second."
Adam began to pace, constantly running his fingers through his hair. All of a sudden, he stopped dead in his tracks, as though struck by lightning. He heard Missy's squeaky voice coming from the bedroom.
"Hey Jules. Oh, no, I'm getting ready to study for my final tomorrow...."
"Thank God. A phonecall. That should buy me some time."
He looked at his pathetic reflection in the mirror.
"Who am I kidding? All the time in the whole fucking world can't help me."
He glanced at the tiny bathroom window. Damn. Too small and too high to jump out of. After a panic-stricken 10 minutes had passed, Adam finally mustered up the courage to go out there and at least try to go through with it, but wasn't given a chance.
"What's taking so long??"
Missy had burst through the door, dressed in a teddy that was far too large for her and hung off her tiny frame, and she had somehow gotten hold of pink stilettos that had the little fluff of feathers on top. Adam had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at this attempt to get him in the sack (which, by the way, was NOT working).
"I've been waiting for hours."
"Pfft. Hours? I've been in here for 20 minutes, tops."
"Whatever. Are you ready? Julie's gonna be home in an hour and I still have to study for tomorrow's final," she whined.
Missy had long ago given up on being coy as a means of trying to get Adam in bed and figured that plain old consistent nagging would eventually do the trick. She swore up and down that she was getting carpal tunnel from all the hand jobs she'd given him, and a convenient canker sore made it "deathly painful" for her to suck him off. Adam saw this as a perfect way out.
"Oh shit! I forgot that I was supposed to help Kyle with his paper. You know how he's been struggling in Zihlman's. Zihlman's an asshole, especially with the jocks."
"Must you use that word? You're only making it worse for yourself, I mean, you're a jock. Isn't that like, a perpetuation of self-prejudice?"
"I don't have a problem with it. Anyway, I'm gonna go help Kyle before I have to listen to his nagging all day tomorrow about how my wife has me pussy-whipped and how I've ditched my best friend of 15 years so I could get some."
Adam began to make his way into the bedroom, but Missy stopped him.
"Is there something wrong with me? Am I too skinny? Too ugly? If you don't want me, please just give me a logical reason instead of running away."
Adam felt horrible at the fact that he made the girl feel self-conscious. She wasn't in the least too skinny, or ugly. In fact, she was almost perfect. Missy, too, was well up on the "Most Fuckable" list at Thurgood, and she took advantage of this, indeed. She had been sexually active since she was 15, which is why she found it so difficult to be denied in bed.
"Missy. Don't be like this. You know you're the hottest chick at Thurgood. I'm just... I don't know. I'm still getting over my last girlfriend, and it's kinda tough to get her out of my head." He lied. "I just want to be sure that when we do it, it's just you and me; Not you, me, and her."
"Awww. Okay, baby. I wouldn't want to pressure you."
Adam didn't hide his frustration at this. He was fed up with her subtle comments about him being the bitch of the relationship and constantly patronizing him.
"God damn it, Missy. Why do you have piss me off with this emasculating bullshit??"
She tried mouthing a response, but Adam pushed right past her into her room, grabbed his t-shirt that was hanging haphazardly off of her lampshade, his worn-out Converse from under the bed, and silently jogged downstairs to the front door where he got dressed as best he could, closed the door behind him, and began the trek to Kyle's house.
"Shit. I left my damn jacket there."
He got about 2 blocks from Missy's house when he noticed that he was missing still missing a sock, but he couldn't care less. He figured that this would be the straw that broke the camel's back with Missy. He was finally free from their sexless relationship, and not a moment too soon.
This was the usual process with Adam: He'd pick up on some girl who'd been pining for him and simply ride out the relationship...till it came time for sex. He'd take all freebie hand and blowjobs, but when actual sex became an issue, it was pretty much over in his eyes. This may present a problem for an average teenager, seeing as how word would get around that the man wouldn't put out, but as said before, there was a long waiting list to be Adam's nameless girlfriend.
About 15 minutes later, and with a blister forming on his left foot, he arrived at Kyle's place. The green Ford Explorer in the driveway meant that he and Kyle wouldn't be able to write the paper over a few beers, seeing as his parents were actually home. This isn't to say that Kyle's folks were deadbeats, but they were both research psychobiologists working on a groundbreaking stem-cell research project that kept both Kyle's parents at the office for 70 hour weeks, so them being home was indeed an oddity.
Adam stopped at the stained-glass front door. "Wipe Your Feet, Stupid", the welcome mat told him, and he smirked out of delight knowing that Kyle had put his birthday gift to good use. He was unsure of whether or not to ring the bell; Kyle's parents' presence made him uneasy for some reason. He didn't have to wait long for his mind to be made for him. The door was almost ripped off the hinges, and there stood an agitated Kyle.
