Growing up I had a lot of fun times with a lot of different guys, and girls. Most of them were normal, in bed, encounters. Well, to set the story up, my family owned a small general store right off the main highway, on exit 158. We had toys, food, and candy. Every week on Saturday night, just before closing, a guy named JR came in to buy his same licorice ropes and grape soda. He wasn’t the most attractive guy I had ever seen, but he had a quirky, kind of cute look to him. He was about 5’9” with curly dirty blonde hair down to his ears; I guess it’s called a shag? He had a muscular-type build and dark eyes. I know that now he seems like a total hottie, but then I wasn’t into that kind of guy. I liked them dark haired, light eyed and gothic. I was weird like that then. I had dyed black hair with a few pink streaks boldly showing through. I had an average sized body, other than my ass which clearly stood out to men. I think that my legs were my best asset, being long and lean. I didn’t have much of a tan because I liked to keep myself covered up, even in the summer.
Well, on this particular day, when he was about to show up, my dad told me I had to lock up the store because he had to go home and get the house ready for my older sister’s 19th birthday party. I didn’t think about it until JR got there that I even remembered he was coming.