Prologue: Virginity


I opened the bedroom door. It wasn’t my bedroom it was the room that we all were sharing this week. All other thoughts of people and where we were just disappeared out of my mind as the door opened and I saw her standing there. I didn’t know she was in the room when I had left the pool, but there she was none the less. I was downstairs swimming in the pool when that dumb ass song came on, that stupid dumb ass song. I could feel myself getting hard as that washed up pop star sang, so I slipped away as fast as possible.

I was pissed that at age 19 that Dumb ass song was still affecting me like I was 12 years old. I had planned to just go jack off really quickly and then head off to lunch, but there was Katie standing in the room. Opening the door to see her standing there wearing only a pair of pink swim suit bottoms with a daisy on the front, she looked at me as if I had walked in on her intentionally, she was leaning over to pick up a shirt off the bed her breasts hanging down looking soft and supple.

We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, I couldn’t take my eyes off her nearly naked body, it had been so long since I had seen her this way and my need was more than evident. The obsession I had felt for her all those years caused me to jump into an erection so hard that it hurt, yet I still couldn’t say anything to her or shift my gaze. She was so beautiful, still wet from the pool her body glistening, her full breasts, nipples tightening hard and pointing from the cold air in the room.

I had dreamed of seeing her naked again and now she was standing there topless and there was no way for me to hide that my erection was trying to burst through my loose swim shorts. Even after all the times we had fooled around in the past I still had only seen her as naked as she was now, I longed to see what lay under those panties. I so desired to feel what lay in that hidden paradise.

I wanted to move but was still rendered paralyzed. She too seemed to be in some kind of shock because she was saying nothing or moving herself. I wished I could know what thoughts were running through her head as we stood there staring. I was so worked up that I thought I was going to die of embarrassment until I realized that she wasn’t looking at me in the eyes but she was looking at my shorts.

She had a look on her face that I couldn’t place it slightly resembled the look the day she was 14 in the back of the toy store. In the 6 years I had really gotten to know her since then, I thought I understood her, but she was looking at my erection and all I could tell was that it wasn’t a look of embarrassment.

I don’t know what took me over in that moment but I grew suddenly bold, I pulled my pants down letting them just drop to the floor, but not stepping out of them.