"Come on Jane! You're going to miss the show!"
"Um, I can't come tonight. I have a report to finish."
"That's what you said last weekend! Now cut the crap and come on!"
"I'm really sorry Kate. But I really can't."
That was the usual talk on weekends between Jane, and her only friend Kate. Jane had always been a lonely and shy girl, and three years of college had done nothing to improve the situation. Every weekend Kate would go out with her friends, begging Jane to come along. But Jane never went. Maybe it was because she never trusted anybody. Maybe she lacked confidence or courage. Nobody knew why. Not even Jane herself.
Jane was 21 years old. She had blonde hair, soft smooth skin, average sized breasts, thin and slender waist, and thin arms and legs. Though she looked very thin, she was by no means unhealthy. In short, she was a perfectly beautiful woman. And yet, she had, until this time, never gone out with anybody. No dates, no parties, nothing. Needless to say, she had never had sex. She didn't even masturbate. Though she was well aware of the phenomenon of self stimulation, she never felt the need.
It was a Saturday night when Kate had again in vain asked Jane to accompany her and her friends. After a long time of pleading, when Kate finally left, Jane returned to what she was doing before her interruption. She was reading Hamlet by Shakespeare. Yes, she was one of the few people who read for fun.
She closed the book and leaned back on the sofa. Her glasses were almost down to the edge of her nose. She put them off and closed her eyes. Her mind was still trapped in the entities of the book. She remembered how each character had a mate. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to kiss somebody on the lips; what it would feel like to touch their tongue...
Ding!
Her microwave gave a cry of triumph as it had successfully completed it's task of preparing food for it's mistress.
Her train of thoughts interrupted, she cleared her mind. For the first time it occurred to her that she was missing something by not going out with Kate, or for that matter anyone else. She felt a little sad that she couldn't go out on dates because till today no boy had asked her out. Maybe it was because of her image as a sexless person. Her glasses, and her full sleeves shirt and full length trousers were partially to blame. However, one girl had once asked her out in high school. But she didn't agree, as she denounces the whole idea of homosexuality. But maybe she should have gone out with her, she thought. It wouldn't have hurt. And besides, Kate's a lesbian too. And she's also her best friend. They would have made a great couple. She could have moved in with her. Then every night they would huddle up together on their bed and ...
Ding!
Her microwave gave another threatening cry that said turn me off. This interruption brought her back into the real world. She wasn't a lesbian. Not until now. She wasn't even sure that she was straight. But she was definitely sure that she wasn't a lesbian.
She got up and turned off the microwave. She couldn't eat. Her appetite had been ruined by this identity crisis.
Monday
She was sitting in the college canteen waiting for Kate. Just then, for the first time in her life, a boy came up to her and asked if the seat was taken. He was a young man, about 25 years of age, had a muscular and well built body, and was extremely handsome. Moreover, he was the most popular boy in the college.
Jane was taken aback. She had never spoken to a boy before, at least not in the absence of Kate. She could only nod in reply.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Paul, Paul Mitchell."
Trembling, she shook the hand which was offered to her.
"I'm the captain of the basketball team. Maybe you've noticed me around here."
She could only nod.
"Listen, I was hoping that if you weren't doing anything this weekend, maybe we could have dinner together."
Jane was amazed! The most handsome boy in college was asking her out on a date! She couldn't believe her ears! Instead of all the hot and skimpily clad girls, he chose her! She had gone over this conversation a million times since her high school days.
She nodded to show that she had agreed to go with him.
"Great! Then I'll pick you up on Saturday at 8. Fine with you?"
She nodded again.
"Ok then! It's a date. See you on Saturday!"
He stood up and left the table.
As she watched him go she saw Kate coming towards her. She was wearing a sleeveless top and a very short miniskirt. Jane couldn't help noticing that the upper button of her top was open. She could partially see her cleavage. Moving down, she saw that the lower part of her tits was visible though her top. Her belly was bare. She had a wonderfully shaped abdomen, partially due to the fact that she worked out at the gym twice every week. Further down, her crotch was visible through the upper part of her skirt when she walked. And her legs were absolutely beautiful. All in all, Jane had noticed once again how beautiful her best friend was.
"Why did you talk to him?"
Kate shouted at the top of her voice.
Jane was somewhat unnerved by this sudden out burst. Kate had never spoken to her this way.
"ANSWER ME!"
Kate shouted even louder. Evidently, the silence of the shy and now terrified girl had added fuel to her anger. But then she saw the look on Jane's face, and somehow controlled herself. She sat down on the chair beside her.
"Why was he here?" She asked her in a slower tone.
"He asked me out on a date."
"He did what? That crazy son of a bitch." Kate had raised her voice again.
Jane looked up. She saw hatred in the eyes of Kate. Pure hatred. Not against her. But against the first boy that had asked her out. Why? Maybe because she didn't want Jane to go out with a guy. Had Paul been a girl it would have been different. Or maybe Kate wants her all to herself...
"What did you say?"
"What?"
"What did you say when he asked you to go out with him?" Kate repeated her question.
"I agreed."