Melissa and I were seniors in high school. We had a history class together and she sat across and one chair up from me. She was incredibly beautiful and had the greatest looking legs. She knew it too and always wore short skirts.
I was good at history and she was not, so she asked me if I would help her study for a test. I almost fell over myself agreeing to help her.
We met in the library and I was all business. She tried to be serious at first, but I could tell she was not interested in history. She was a little flirtatious, but not a lot. We got through an hour and I felt I had helped her a little, but not as much as I could have. We agreed to meet again the next day.
This continued for about a week, and then she suggested we meet at her house after school because she couldn't make it to the library. I'm sure my face got red with the thought of going to her house. I agreed of course.
That afternoon we walked home to her house together. She lived a few blocks away from me but it wasn't too far out of the way.
She offered me a soda and we spread our books out on the coffee table and got to work. I really wanted to impress her and I thought the best way to do that was to find a way to help her get a better grade in class. But Melissa didn't seem to take it that seriously.
Meeting at her place after school became the norm and would usually last about an hour, sometimes 2. Occasionally we would kid around and flirt with each other, but we never went too far. For my part, I was falling head over heels for this girl. When I was not with her she was on my mind. When I would see her talking to other guys at school I would feel jealous. I didn't like it, but I couldn't help it.
One day we were fooling around after school and we started wrestling on the couch. I pinned her down and was hovering over her holding her wrists next to her head. She was looking at me and it occurred to me that she was waiting for me to kiss her. I did, but it was a tentative, quick little tap on the lips. She looked at me and said "what was that"?
"A kiss" I said.
"You call that a kiss?" She leaned up and kissed me back, only not quick and not tentative.
My heart was pounding in my chest and I was speechless. I didn't know what to do. She said that we better get up before her mother came home.
I jumped up suddenly and pulled her to her feet. We looked at each other and she said "I guess I'll see you tomorrow".
I nodded, picked up my books, smiled at her and left.
I was in love, my heart was soaring and I was unbelievably happy.
The next day in class Melissa suggested that we meet at the park to study because the weather was so nice. I was fine with that, and that afternoon we sat on the grass overlooking a small lake and resumed our routine. We had gotten very comfortable with each other and I felt confident in our relationship. We studied a little and goofed around a little more, and I didn't care. I was lost. I no longer had control of my actions or my feelings. I didn't care about my grades; I just wanted to be with Melissa.
As we left the park I took Melissa's hand and we walked together for a while, but as we got to the edge of the park she let go of my hand and said that she was afraid her mother would see us. I understood completely. She gave me a kiss on the cheek as we parted and I floated home, my feet not touching the ground.
The next day Melissa told me she had to make a stop after school and would meet me at the park. I waited there for about 20 minutes and then began to wonder if she forgot we were meeting at the park. I picked up my books and went to her house. I knocked on the door but got no answer. I walked around to the side and let myself in through the gate, then continued to the back of the house where the living room was. The sliding glass door was open a few inches so I assumed that she was home. I was about to call her name when I saw someone walk into few toward the sofa. I recognized him; it was Bill, the star running back on the football team. He was naked. I then noticed that there was someone lying on the sofa. It was Melissa, and she was naked too. Bill lay on top of Melissa and soon they were fucking. I did not understand what I was seeing. It was like a dream, not really happening. I could hear only two sounds, that of Melissa moaning, and the sound of Bills balls slapping against her ass. I had dropped my books and was just standing there in disbelief with my hands at my sides.
My heart was shattering, pieces flaking away like leaves from a tree in the wind. I never imagined it was possible to feel this way. I was depressed, deflated, and sick to my stomach.
Shortly I heard Melissa's voice. She was saying "Oh Billy, oh Billy, oh Billy," louder and louder, then "I love you Billy". I then heard Bill grunt a couple of times and shortly he stood up. Melissa sat up and looked right at me. I just stood there, tears running down my face. I didn't care that they saw me. I didn't care about anything anymore.
Nothing mattered.
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