My name is Eddie, to you, anyway. I have lived a life of interest, and have always had a passion for writing. I am six foot one and white, with a messy haircut. I have always preferred wearing flat-toe cowboy boots, tight-ish jeans, a band shirt, and a leather jacket. I suppose you could say I’m handsome enough, most girls say at least an eight, with my square jaw and “gorgeous” eyes. The names in this story have been changed in order to protect those involved.

From the time I was just a boy I was interested in sex, but not really pleasure. Put into more simple terms, I enjoy pleasuring my partner, rather than myself. I was in high school at the time, when a shy blonde girl by the name of Crystal caught my eye. I introduced myself, and she looked down at the floor, shuffling her feet. In a very soft voice, she looked up to me and said, “The preps don’t like it when I talk to the boys they like.” I thought to myself for a moment, wondering if they were making her say that. I decided to gently brush her hair from her face, which caused her to look up swiftly. “Well,” I said, “How much would they hate it if I kissed you?” She visibly shuddered, and lowered her face again.

How shy she was only made her look cuter, and spurred me on. I waste no time in telling a girl about my feelings for her, as I figure life is fleeting.