It Actually Happened

It was fine being me. 6-2, 210, benching 240, and wide receiver on the football team did help the social standings. I wrestled the 215 weight class and had one more season to become state champion. My previous competition had graduated, and getting second to the most promising wrestler in the rankings was fine.

I took so many classes to beat him, but he still made me look like an idiot. I got so mad, my girlfriend, Danielle, couldn’t cheer me up. She almost left me, but knew how competitive I was and stuck through until I apologized to her and took her out to Hibachi.

Amber was not drop-dead gorgeous, but you would almost certainly give her a lot of credit. She was 5-5, large B but not quite to C cup, and did volleyball. We would flirt in the halls, and shoved each other around, but were never the constantly kissing couple that could be found during class in the dark corner. Just the quick peck, me feeling her tight ass and getting a slap in the arm for it, and the occasional oral sex with me either sucking or fingering her.

Not the “it” couple, but at least once a week, I would be asked when I would go all the way and finally screw Amber. To be honest, I was not comfortable with pre-marital sex, but she was a virgin so the chances of STDs was considerably lower. Plus, she was on birth-control for stomach cramps and I would use a condom unless told otherwise by her. Playing it this way, there was a 99% chance of her not getting pregnant.

I got to Amber’s house a few minutes early, knowing that she wouldn’t be ready. Her parents were not home, so I let myself in. I heard shuffling around in the kitchen and crept as quietly as I could toward the noise. I peeked around and saw Amber with nothing but a towel on. She was painting her nails and had I guess to be a hard time finding the nail polish. There are two entrances into the kitchen, and mine was the one with her back to me.

I slowly crept forward and shook her as I screamed in maniacal laughter. It was perfect. She jumped and the towel was not knotted, so it fell off. The little brush to put the polish on was streaked across her foot, and she let me get the full frontal view. I stood there, a stupid grin on my face because of the laughter this predicament caused.

Amber went from freaked out, to pissed off in no time and proceeded to chase me around the house while I ran backwards to keep looking at her. She soon calmed down as she had chased me into her room, and the realization of what actually happened hit her. Pretty soon, we were both laughing and I hugged and kissed as much flesh as I could until she pulled away.

I was locked out her house until she finished, and told after she gave a quick look at by bulging crotch to “take care of myself, by myself, or let it calm down before dinner”. Even though it was tempting to “finish”, and blue balls hurt, I knew that Amber would be able to tell and that might ruin the chance. So I braved blue balls and slowly calmed down, but after seeing her like that, I just kept pulling it up.

Some fifteen minutes later, I was greeted with a knock on the window and a comment to close my mouth. Amber was in strapless, backless, short dress that showed every curve and accentuated the best parts of her. It was a dark blue, pure silk, with a cut up the side that was closed with loose stitches stopping where bra and underwear were supposed to be. It was clear from the lines that she wasn’t wearing any, and my second head got working over time. The tan that Amber worked hard to get without a tanning bed was evident and it was pretty clear that she had tanned nude when I wasn’t around, which was pretty rare.

Amber just pointed in the direction of the restaurant and gave me an awesome pout. I drove a 1967 Shelby GT500 “Eleanor” Replica that I had bought from a guy who makes those type of cars. It was perfect and got great gas mileage. I boosted it to top at 225 mph and was a constant acquaintance with the highway patrol. But I mostly drove where my friends had shifts and they would clock me for fun but if I set a new record than I was given a mock ticket like paying for lunch or setting them up on a date with one of Amber’s friends.

The place was really fancy and took a three-month reservation to book a seat. I wanted to treat Amber to the best. She was my best friend for middle school that I had and it took me two years of high school to get comfortable enough to finally ask her out. She did the “I will consider it” stall and after a week of making me sweat, said that she had said yes last year when I pretended to ask her last year to get away from a stalker. I didn’t cry, but came close to and we were late to class from just hugging.

I won’t go much into detail about dinner but it was the best I could buy without going overboard. It was her birthday and she asked for a nice quiet evening with just the two of us and a new movie that is somewhat action and somewhat romance. That I had saved for after dinner. She needed some splurging on and if I didn’t treat her like this than I would feel really bad.

We got to her house and that is when Amber broke me the news. She was moving out of her parent’s house. They were fighting constantly and she did not want to take it anymore. I got really confused because Amber never mentioned how bad the fighting was. She was 16 and legally allowed to move out, but only to someone who owned a house and was 21 and over. I was 17 and couldn’t really move her into a house. It took a little bit, but Amber just said how she wanted to live in my house.

I was jumping inside about it, but it knew that it would definitely cause rumors and there would be child services as well as other stuff. I didn’t say anything for a few minutes but stood outside in the 20 degree weather and thought with Amber right there looking at me with a pained grimace that did not suit her. Finally, I knew what to do. I grabbed Amber and carried her to her room and said only one word, “Pack”.

Well it wasn’t that easy to make her pack. My car could only hold us two and did not really have much trunk space but I left as soon as possible and got my dad’s pick up.