When I first met Charlie I was sixteen and she was only fourteen. She was a friend of my brothers and he knew her because she was the girlfriend of one of his friends, this friend was a renowned jerk and total arsehole. He dumped her and being honest I longed to be with her.

Personally I found her gorgeous. Her hair was a hybrid of blonde and brunette and she had incredibly thin legs which were accompanied by knee socks or the standard type of tights and a miniskirt which generally left very little to the, or in this case my imagination.

Her breasts were just the right size, not too big and not too small either. I had talked with her on several occasions and it seemed to me that she, in personality terms was just as nice as her body.

Her personality seemed to be outgoing and bubbly, but in an awkward way, shy. I also analysed that she wanted to be really popular and that she longed to be a plastic* who had guys running after her and a legion of friends. However much I despised the plastics I genuinely liked Charlie.

Fast forward a few months. I had spoken to Charlie a lot less, because I spent less time with my brother and more time with my various friends and associates.

I was at a quiet party of a moderately well off associate of mine. News had spread around the town that this party would be the party of the year. The biggest piss up of the year with half the town’s female population and hundreds of litres of alcohol in attendance. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. The party was a total waste of time and I knew I wasn’t alone in thinking that. The kegs of beer that were promised were nowhere to be seen as were the hundreds of bottles of Vodka. There were twenty odd bottles and cans of beer and all had been snatched up by the time of my arrival. Everyone looked pissed off and miserable.

It was pretty much silent, bar the sound of a couple getting off outside and several people on the various couches talking. In the corner I noticed Charlie lying beside a chair, one of her friends was next lying beside her sleeping clutching a can of beer. “Hey Grant!” she said smiling at me, “Hey” I replied unsure of what to say next. What followed was an awkward silence followed by a giggle from Charlie, I could see that even with the prescence of alcohol in her system she was still the same bubbly, slightly shy person.

“Do you wanna get out of this shithole?” I asked. “Umm yea, I might as well go, Sara won’t be waking up for quite some time” she said looking down at her sleeping friend giggling. We drove several blocks through the silent night back to her house.

“Oh my God Grant, it was so nice of you to take me home.” She said cooing, “No problem” I said, casually. “It’s always nice to help a good friend out”. The good friend part was a bit of a lie, in all honesty I really didn’t know her all that well, I was simply trying my luck. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug which was good enough for me.

*A Plastic is your typical bimbo, blonde, slut, whore, popular girl who doesn’t look real.
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[One way of telling the story is by writing it as an MSN conversation. Cuts out some of the boring and slightly shitty dialogue. They’ll be some MSN style cyber later on in Part II… ;)]

I sat at home on the computer. I’d hit MSN, Facebook and a few forums up. Charlie had sent me a Facebook friends request, which I gratefully accepted. I was just sifting through contacts on MSN when all of a sudden a message popped up.

XxCharliexX has added you to his/her friends list.

I noticed the name of the person was Charlie. Could it be my Charlie? I doubted it, but whatever.

Xenomorph says
Hey is this Charlie, from the party?
XxCharliexX says
yeap, thanks for giving me the lift back, i rly appreciate it
Xenomorph says
oh cool… how did you get my MSN?
XxCharliexX says
i got it from ur facebook
Xenomorph says
kicking rad, I’m gonna be bored tomorrow, wanna hang out?
XxCharliexX says
Yea sure, wanna go into the city???
Xenomorph says
hell yeah, I’ll pick you up from your place, say…
XxCharliexX says
im free after 1:30 tommorow afternoon
Xenomorph says
Tis cool, I’ll pick you up then
XxCharliexX says
sure i gtg bye bye xxx
Xenomorph says
see ya x
XxCharliexX has signed out and is now offline.

I reflected quietly in my PC chair. I could have her, if I wanted her enough and was determined enough. She was gorgeous and with the effort she could be all mine. Tomorrow would be critical.

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I withdrew two hundred bucks that my father had given me a few weeks before for putting a PC together for him from the ATM outside the 7/11. By the side was a hobo lying on he floor, muttering. “Yo, dude” I shouted at him, “What kiddo?” he shouted back. I approached him and I made a deal with him. He’d go in there, buy me two bottles of cheap ass vodka and I’d let him keep the change. The Vodka would later form an important part of my plan.

“Hey Charlie” I said as she jumped in my car outside her house, “Hey Grant” she replied. I noticed she seemed quite happy to see me. “I’ve got quite a bit of money” I stated, hoping to impress her, as we drove away. “How much? 20 Bucks?” she asked half joking, I assumed. “As of now in excess of 180 dollars”. “Oh… Jeesh”, she replied looking slightly embarrassed, “I thought you would be like most guys I know…”. “Don’t worry”, I said laughing. “I bought some Vodka aswell”. “Aww Grant… you’re so nice!”.

My slight embarrassment and pleasure that I received from the compliment was all in all relatively obvious. It was now more than a sexual attraction. I really liked her company and her personality. In the car we talked mostly small talk. Our conversation graced over several things that were sex related, but mostly related to school, life in general, friends and trivial things such as music. When we got into the city the first stores we went to were the clothes stores. Personally I had no objection, being a pervert of sorts I had endless fun in imagining Charlie in some of he gorgeous outfits she was selecting, besides I had enough money with me to buy practically anything she wanted and I was also cunning and devious enough to get her to show them off for me, in a special way. In the end I ended up buying her several miniskirts, knee socks and stockings, making references to them and vague sexual references that to be honest I didn’t think she’d get.

We drove out of the city to a lookout point above the metropolitan area. The place is a fairly notorious lovers lane and a few Pseudo-Cops lurk around, looking for trouble.