Gracie was, by all accounts, a good girl. She seemed quiet, but her mind was constantly spinning. When she was a little girl, many of the boys in her class liked her. She didn’t understand how she was supposed to respond, and thought of them as friends. She soon realized that the boys wanted more from her, so she became secluded in an effort to protect herself.
The years passed and Gracie grew into a beautiful young woman. Her copper-brown hair tumbled past her pale, slim shoulders. A few small freckles adorned her young face. Her large, enchanting eyes were hazel and her soft, pink lips made the boys’ mouths water. By her sophomore year of high school, Gracie had round, firm breasts, a small waist, and long legs. She was the girl that every boy wanted, but no one could have.
It wasn’t that she was a prude, or that she didn’t want a relationship. She simply didn’t know how to act around boys. She was shy and inexperienced, but still felt the ordinary urges of a teenager. After hearing about her friends’ romantic lives, Gracie started looking online to explore. She found an entire world that her parents had hid from her. She learned about sex and the pleasure it brings, and she became more confident about her body. She shaved her pussy, wore make-up, and even bought a few sexy bras. During quiet nights, she would pull up her nightgown and expose her naked body to the cool, dark air. Running her hands over her body, her chest would begin to move up and down faster, and her pulse would quicken as her hands moved in between her legs.
When she was feeling daring at school, she would pull the front of her shirt down a little, showing the curves of her breasts. She looked at the boys around her in a brand new light, and understood the looks that they gave her. She lacked the courage to accept a date or invitation, but she desperately wanted to be touched and kissed. Unfortunately, there was also a lack of appropriate boys for Gracie. She was intelligent and more emotionally mature than the silly kids at school, and didn’t want to give herself to a giddy schoolboy.
One day, Gracie was walking up to the front entrance of school. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat as she noticed a dark figure. He wore jeans and a black leather jacket. He parked a motorcycle and pulled off his helmet, revealing his dark hair and chiseled features. Smoothing back his hair, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Placing one in his mouth, he lit it, inhaled, and slowly blew out a cloud of smoke. He looked around for a moment and settled his eyes on Gracie. She felt a flutter in her body, and then looked away, glancing at the people around her. All the girls were swooning at the sight of this boy, and she refused to join them. She didn’t let herself look back at him and hurried into school.
For once in her life, Gracie couldn’t get a boy off her mind. She imagined herself touching his face, being held in his arms, having him caress her body. She didn’t see him in any of her classes, and was a bit disappointed, but at the same time grateful; she wouldn’t have known how to react to his presence.
As she was walking home from school, Gracie heard the roar of an engine.