As always, my physical description is in the first paragraph of "I Thought She Was Straight".
I had never tried, or been particularly interested in, threesomes until last fall. Actually, I'm still not particularly interested in threesomes, but it's probably one of those things you should try just to see what it's like and then write off to experience, and if you like it then great. The good thing about threesomes is that sometimes there's twice the pleasure, but the bad thing is that sometimes someone will be left out. In one on one encounters, I like how you're both totally focused on each other and you're each other's world at the moment. It's like your goal in life to make her feel good, and her goal in life to make you feel good. Or his, whatever.
When I was a junior in high school, or maybe a sophomore but I think a junior, the girl's varsity soccer team's coach had a girlfriend. She was tall, blonde, and had blue eyes. She was very slender and someone on the soccer team once told me that their coach complained that people often asked him if she was a stripper. I have no idea if she was or not, but I wouldn't be surprised. The first time I actually saw her was that year as I was walking down a hallway with a friend. She was walking towards me and I noticed she was staring me down, like she wanted to kill me. I avoided her eyes, wondering what I did wrong because I'd never seen her before in my life. After she passed by, my friend even said, "Is it just me or did she just totally give you the evil eye?" Later on, a girl on the soccer team said that that was her normal facial expression.
I didn't see her again until I was a senior and working on a school play. It was a very big event, with a gala night and everything. They had people volunteer to be waiters and waitresses for the gala night and surprise! The soccer coach and his girlfriend had apparently volunteered. I didn't notice her until I saw her staring over her shoulder at me. I had to concentrate on what I was doing though, so I ignored her. I saw her again later at a soccer game. I was talking to a group of friends and behind one of my friends I saw her sitting, watching the game. Or actually, watching me. I again avoided her eyes. She really intimidated me. She's not the kind of girl that looks at you, then looks away, then looks back. She just looks at you. And doesn't stop. And she has this look on her face like she's going to rip you apart. She's an intense person.
There was another girl I was attracted to at this time. She actually played soccer, but wasn't involved with the school's soccer team, and therefore the coach's girlfriend, in any way. She was friends with one of the teachers and so she came to stuff like basketball games where her friend was the coach. I'd see her around sometimes, and she'd always look at me but at first I thought that she thought I was a guy so I ignored her. When I realized that there was no way that she could think I was a guy, I started looking at her too but by that time she was usually involved with playing soccer so she hardly ever looked back. She was also tall and thin, except she had black hair and eyes, and darker skin. She had absolutely no body fat, except where she needed it so people didn't mistake her for a man. I don't really go for that kind of body type, but her face was really pretty. A girl's face is so much more important than her body.
One day I was watching the basketball team lose another game, when I saw the brunette helping her friend keep score. We made eye contact for a while, and the two friends I was watching with had to go. I sat there by myself for a while, feeling like a complete loser, when she started walking over towards me and sat down next to me.
She said, "Hi. I'm Natalie."
"I'm Michelle." We shook hands and I could feel an electric spark between us. Her hand was so soft and I never wanted to let go. We held each other's hand for a split second longer than necessary, then I said, "I see you around here a lot. What are you doing here?" It came out harsher than I intended, but she didn't seem to take offense and said, "Ms. Perez asks me to help her out sometimes with keeping score, but today one of her students volunteered to help. I don't blame him, she's really pretty."
She looked at me to see my reaction, and I said, "Yeah she is. A lot of guys fantasize about her...and some girls too."
She laughed and said, "I bet you're one of those girls aren't you?"
I had actually never thought of Ms. Perez in that way before, and I said truthfully, "No, I have other girls to fantasize about."
She arched her eyebrow. "Yeah? Like who?" She knew exactly where this was going.
I grinned at her and said, "I'm not telling you!"
"Why don't we go outside and find somewhere private so you can tell me? Then nobody will overhear you," she said, as if somebody overhearing me was what I was worried about.
